"propounds" poems
Every single thing has a beginning
Ecah consonant starts with a single star
Every matter pulps from atoms
Each dream errupts from a single hope
Just like that
You grow with the beginning
From the first cry
Your first smile
The little frown of your yawn
Gazing the dream like nights
Thinking of the mystical feelings
Everything has a start
And so do you.
It palpalates into your demons
It creates your angels
It beats your heart
It aches your muscles
It dwells on your liberty
It suffocates your laughter
It propounds your ecasty
It needs you
It helps you
It eats you
It parasites you.
Thing is
You let it.
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC
There exists silence not found by sound,
..........
in the heart of a desert or deep
under oceans
...........
where, mutely profound,
voiceless vibrations intend to be given
full hearing for
destined truth their presence propounds
...........
thus when two
fated human souls meet and exchange
first rapt greetings
they too interpret belief, tho' not aloud,
silently speaking
to transfer desire of twin-flamed feelings
..........
knowing love's
secret whispers will never need sound.
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 6:03 AM UTC
Tobys a clever wizard
with more tricks in his ear than Old Delaneys donkey
he can walk through common or garden walls without detection
has no finger prints only claws
which he unfurls for your inspection
his coats too groovy to mention
and he flies to every high tick convention
hes psychic but noones sidekick
i see to that
at night he dreams ;by day i m his shorthand typist
he conveys his inspirations and i put them on my todo list
BUY FISH
sometimes he gets fleas or even worms
presently he has a neuroma
and he s booked in for an eye test as he suspects glaucoma
he supports the voluntary work i do
for those that cannot see
and he propounds a philosophy
'neither can we '
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 11:58 AM UTC