"quarell" poems
Everytime they fight
Everytime they quarell
Today they talked well
Its like that sometimes
Its like a war other times
I wish they never hurt
But how do they curse
If they never talked
Sometimes its Love
Sometimes its Not
Don't get me wrong
I don't know their thots
I wish they knew their wants
Say they believed in Shadows
They would never be in the dark
Say they believed in fixing
They would have fixed their flaws
Before the rising of many dawns
For friendship; For Love sake
For the Future friends love
No heart loves alone
Trust alone assures more
Love wasn't just enough
In the night dreams don't sleep
In the day Shadows don't hide
"Goodnite love" echoes
"Goodnite dear" beckons
I'll leave them for tonight
For all I see are Shadows
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 1:08 PM UTC
It is not because i have nothing
to say,
it is not because my voice is not
louder,
but i keep quiet because i want
my happiness to stay,
all i can do is watch your words
filling the air like powder.
My silence is not because i am afraid,
neither does it mean i can be
treated like a domestic maid,
but rather i keep quiet to try and keep myself holy,
and watch you quarell like the folly.
My silence is louder than your noise
and your words like shoting bullets bounce back,
for you know it hurts to see me rejoice,
i just pray that your words just get caught up and strain your neck.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
A generation of pinched
Fruit we
Lay still in a wickerbasket
& the childless theatre
Remains grim and nettled with
Unfamiliar voices
You stray from ample forgiveness
With waxen fugues
The martyr of unrest
Keeps to the typewriter
Imagining dramatics and
Flowery dust accumulates
over
Musings of herself
And the city that has devoured her
Beached priests who
Hear the seagull candor
Kiss windchimes idly,
Staying on a thought of expansive
Clouds with rings delicate around their patient fingers. The brass clamor of the ocean (assisted by Erroll Garner)
Creates beams of carpeted
Fantasy to the Priest. The wind tugs at his robes like an eager lover
Dementia
Of the coming Night
Makes senseless the mortal line
Of sand and branded stone
(the perpetual *** of land/
The curving sea) creates a poet
And kills a priest
Do not ease that Nordic instrument into its casing/velvet Absolutely
Conifer perfume/
quarell of the shaken gulls observed thru
A car window
& lamps cosy our continentless
Home where
Conjurations exhibit themselves
Without expectation or
Pride
(a hairnet trapped in the shower
Your sheltered ribbon hung from a treebranch)
A spherical whisper with crimson properties
Buried in the parking lot
To be experienced in Stoneness by someone else
& the dying
Retreat back to an overwhelming
Burden of self
....Crayons lacking regal touch to eroticize them!
Do wait with optimism within the jar of
A kitchenette
For you and your unmeditated softness to return here to me
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 2:56 AM UTC
When life gets you hard
And you start to lose your sight
When you feel like sinking in a pond
Like you've fallen at such height
Peace, it is well
Smile, with your mind
Don't quarell
And remember
God is with you, He got you!
Just when we are blind
He puts His hands on our eyes
Our visions are again found
And we'll see Christ Jesus with a smile
When you understand
Yet still in fear, come,
His image in your heart
And fix ours to His
For he is Love
You've asked and now you have
Peace, He brings
Calms thy precious feelings
- Now, beloved
Peace, it is well
Smile, with your mind
Don't quarell -
- "Ugu" * blob * blob
* Heart crumbling like paper,
Oneself drowning in 'water'
"How... Can I, be happier?"
Hey, hey! My friend
We'll get you out of there
Just grab my hand
... I'll be waiting
Till' you're finish in that worldly illusions -
"UwaA, I'm drowning!
Somebody help, I don't wanna' be here"
Yes beloved that's it
I'll help you, just trust me
"Umu," * cries "why can't anybody hear me?"
No! -no my child
Open your heart, Just focus on me
"Hmm?" Son...
"Father? Papa!" -
- Yes, yes my dear
Good job keep going
* tries to reach hand * grabbed
"Hwaa-" * cough * cough
* cries * cries louder
It's alright, it's alright
You're now risen, now you're with me
"I'm sorry~!" My Child,
Be glad! You've died and you've risen
You've been lost and now you're found
I love you, and I know you can do it
"Thanks, Papa." * Papa smiles
Now, now, cheer up we'll have a feast -
Oh Love infinitude
How great is thee?!
Indeed, God is Love
To future, now, and from before
You've got nothing to fear
Drowning? Losing? -Enemy?
Just go and take up your positions and God will give you victory!
- Dear child, I bring you
Peace, it is well
Smile, with your mind
Don't quarell -
When you ask for something
And it is in-line with His purpose
Believe and you got it
Just trust Him, His perfect timing
So why dont you just?...
Smile, He got you!
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 2:26 AM UTC