"refines" poems
A deadly combination
Of lust, of passion, of love.
Deadly, poisonous, treacherous.
Worst of all, stupidly contagious.
Compassion for another because of another can’t exist,
suffocated by gyrating passion.
Passion serves one, not both…
Selfish, passion encircles the one consumed, feeding the addiction.
Addicts chase the high because for a little while the world is as it should be
In the eyes of the beholder.
Love sighs as the well runs dry.
Throw down the bucket as you may,
the water will not appear.
Acceptance is the hardest thing.
Giving up? Not at all.
Only people with nothing to gain can
Give up.
Accepting, letting go, moving forward.
The steps of progress in self-realization.
Leave behind the fire of love that
consumes the heart and ravages the mind,
preoccupies the body.
Chase that fire which refines.
I await to wake from this comatose state.
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 3:06 AM UTC
Regardless the pain
the day to day suffering
try to maintain
a sane mind.
Depressing thoughts will come
naturally like the weather
creating dark, shadowy clouds within mind.
Your life might become frozen,
put in standstill bind
but stay calm, try to unwind
be aware of the coming sunshine.
Overcoming adversity
refines the spirit, creating true beauty
in how you now have the ability
to help others with their insecurities.
You can be their purity,
the living example of what could be.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 9:58 AM UTC
With tenacious tread I seek the dawn
Like urban trees drink deep
Of lake water and clear skies, I plant my feet
Only to stumble through
The arid wasteland of my wound.
I walk off the pain
Though each step draws the flames higher
Each breath becomes an act of will
My own heel my pyre.
I set my eye, with rigid strides
Press toward the gold horizon line.
Maybe a fool: I am my own fuel
As forward motion consumes, I'm vaporized
And my sparks skyward fly.
Ashes
To ashes, dust
To dust.
Each searing step I take alone
Then in the coals see marks
Of other feet, upward look and meet
Eyes ember bright, fearless
Fingers tracing filaments against the night.
Fire walkers give off the light
By which we find a way
A note or rhyme, a guiding flame
As forward motion consumes, refines
And our sparks skyward fly.
Ashes
To ashes, dust
To dust
To gold.
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 12:23 PM UTC
Gentle acceleration secures your every need to lie unbroken
In the midst of the opulence you have found
Prompting the splendor of the arrival of mystical inquiries
Into a tumultuous ocean of feelings unbound
A deluge of fortune revered and proficiently secured
Pours in the radiant warmth of cinder
Polishing the obvious abundance of your need
With moves so unbelievably tender
Unbroken and unbound your intuition refines the spaces
Once only exclusive to a well chosen few
While all knowledge of the mysteries glowing in the cinder
Plunge deeply into the soul of you
You rejoice in the enlightenment of the opulent treasure
Which empowers the depth of the knowing
While watching from the shadows in the back of your mind
Unbroken, unbound and glowing
Jul 1, 2010
Jul 1, 2010 at 7:58 AM UTC
**There lay sadness so deep in
his hazelnut brown eyes. It
startled her. Could this be
because of a mother’s love
that chocked him deep down
to the bone. Drifting away
through the black and grey
trying to avoid everyone who
came into his way. He found a
girl who was sad and blue. “I
might as well follow you on
twitter too” he said to himself.
Exchanging thoughts and ideas
they decided to stay together.
Become better and walk out of
the misery they lived through.
A date and two he found himself
drenched in her love. “How
could you be prettier than emeralds
and all the stars. How could you
be prettier than the fresh blood
red roses people leave for their
loved ones over their grey silver
grave stones ?” You brought me
to life when all I wanted to do was
stay home till death comes and
picks me away to the heavens like
they say. “The sadness in your eyes
told me that you need someone to
love you and stay” was all she said
while she looked at him straight
ahead as he blushed and turned ruby
red. Take this feather and ink and
write me down into your story. Ink
my skin with words of love. But let
me tell you one thing first I see
dandelions and happy wishes too
behind the darkness you hold inside
of you. And gardens about to burst
with wild flowers , butterflies and
daylights sunshine. He held her tight
and poems began to roll down her
arms and thighs**
*They made vows to be together even
after fifty. Promises seem like sweet
nothings and cheesy, but what they felt
inside was real. "Exterior is only what
beauty defined. Interior is where your
heart refines" she said to him everytime.
Their 'ILoveyous' never been feigned to
just saying it. Everytime those three words
versed out loud, they can feel their hearts
glued together. Beating to the same nocturne
rhythm. Both beautifully in tune, in sync.
Both of them knew this is how they truly
feel. Heart's that were once armored with
steel. Stolen and found their nest where they
truly belong. Like a ship that needs its keel.
They sail through stormy oceans to finish their
last song* ~
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 3:12 PM UTC
a moment refines
least of all i, coarse
subdivision of all
second skies, stars,
or nothing, minute
from fall. or fallen
already. asleep for
hours. hope coiled
helplessness around
her wrist, caught my
head. spent days in
space. at least, most
of them. can't help
subduction any same,
another algebra in
stone. collapse like
month's passage. hope
won't speak, every
theory is glowing. a
year dissolves empty,
replacing every field
with stripmalls to
mountains again. a
century forgets regicide.
an eternity later, we
press against the wall
like dust coalescing.
hope strings us up,
couple more
embers in the sky.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 7:25 AM UTC
Tile floors.
Blood in the creases.
Plywood boards.
Arterial releases
I nail you to the ground,
This soul in you.
Phantom ghost of specter.
I will never leave you.
I will eat what you ****
And be your skin.
Parasitic symbiote of prosthetics,
Entangled by bailing wire to every bone,
Our union refines combine tarsals.
I am you like the liquor,
Like Jesus' nails.
We rob stores,
Skip stones,
In the alley.
Mirror eyes mark your stretch marks.
Deep scratches of size.
Your iris is mine.
Becoming you is my charge.
In your innards I gorge.
Metastasize.
I want to feast on your skin.
Eat your flesh till your thin.
In the raw.
Exploit all your ****
I want to haunt your house and lick your thighs when you sleep.
Press through your skin.
Bend it out with my lips.
This last invasion will curse you for life.
I'm a cancer forever.
Hiding in your basement.
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 12:04 PM UTC
The Universe has a vision for me, of what I am to become and Life is the artist, the sculptor. Everyday it chips away parts in which I don't need. It refines me n smoothes my sharp edges, it carves into me intricate details which will grow to define me. Everyday a part of me dies, but only to be reborn as a newer more refined individual. Every strike of the chisel hurts, but pain is required for growth so I embrace the pain I embrace the hurt cause ultimately it will help me grow. I'm not completed yet so the blows still come, I'm an unfinished work of art. Half a stone tablet and half a man.
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 2:41 PM UTC
Your warm, bold soul rolls over my controls.
I miss you the instant you’re beyond an inch of distance.
I miss your face.
I miss your waist.
I miss the space you incase around me.
I miss the towering, profound grace you use to shower and ground me.
It rapidly rises to the top of my head, but doesn’t drown me.
Sleeping silently in that dark, soft space engulfed by warm embrace,
my chased heart silenced by all that you are and surround me.
Quivering, shivering, your sultry curves swerving and curling in the dark.
Each new embark,
a spark of soul fire between us,
clinging beyond the confines of “never apart;
never the days; until our hearts depart; never shall they part"
My thoughts are of you, day and night.
My conceived intrigue, every clue, stays firm my might.
My mind pines.
My heart binds.
My soul combines.
My meaning defines.
My purpose refines.
My limits resign.
You define purpose in me.
You curve perfectly.
You inspire creativity.
You correct gracefully.
You are my sanctuary.
Please bring with thee all you were,
all you believe,
all that you perceive to be,
because I believe in all you can be.
My heart pines,
My mind aligns,
My soul grows warm in thine.
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 9:02 PM UTC
Many rocks.
Small and large.
Rough and smooth.
Sandy and hard.
Multicoloured and plain.
Are spun around for days
inside the revolving bin.
Until all impurities are
worked out of them.
The process is long
but it has a glorious outcome.
For the rocks emerge
polished and shiny.
As treasures they've become.
"The hardest rocks come out the shiniest,"
says the craftsman.
And I think of Christ the Cornerstone.
And His wise discipline.
Like the rocks,
He may turn us with force,
and the process may be long.
With trials threatening to drown.
While He refines His own.
He must use what is necessary,
to cleanse us of our heart's impurities.
Then He polishes us
and turns us into gems of beauty.
And the hardest stones among those that are His,
come out the most beautifully polished.
I fall on my knees as I consider His ways.
And I pray...
"Lord, refine me. Cleanse me of my impurities.
Polish me. As hard a stone as I can be. And
turn me into a gem of beauty. For Your glory."
He gently picks me up.
And places me inside the revolving bin...
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 9:03 PM UTC
Promises made beneath the moonlight amass in unison
To sing their entrancing song to the stars
Intoxicating lyrics so sweetly sung in harmony
Persuades the most radiant one to brightly beam from afar
Such alluring suggestions ring throughout each stanza
Compelling the brightest star to outshine
Each of its bright companions with its luminous light
As its own shining radiance, it refines
Reaching out into the heavens, the star beams with delight
Burning with all the essence it holds inside
Awaiting all the promises made beneath the moonlight
Anxiously hoping that its light does not subside
Jun 24, 2010
Jun 24, 2010 at 7:54 PM UTC
Let us assume,
that in this life
we obtain about
ten thousand different words,
employable and reusable
the exact number matters not
this accumulated list is your
Outer Structure
the how and the why we write,
the compulsion and the illusion
is DNA at the cellular level modified
by every second of our lives,
every word tabulated and stored
this is not an essay,
this is a poem
This is a 2:42 in the mid of night poem
when the the basics rule,
when the questions get asked,
and the answers (for me)
either
don't come or are
not oft to your liking,
but good for you,
good for us,
that the asking of the questions
is our poetry
so let us confess,
so let us address,
the primary screen,
the essential filter
the place where all poems begin
is the me
most of me is given,
but you add words,
you pick and choose the vocabulary,
that refines your me
sometimes your me excels,
you use your me words
so so well,
but sometimes not
this structure
is where we all begin
but should not ded end
move beyond,
translate your me
into us
find the way to comprehend
that you must pass over the line
of me and
excel anew
write a near and new me,
take your own vocabulary,
your own DNA a given
super duper impose your word~life structure
on me in ways that
gasp me into a new seeing
give me your genes, your word cells,
teeming with new connections,
then happily
will I take
your poems,
delete the Y,
make it
our poems,
add it to my cellular vocabulary,
by doing so,
establish a physical genetic connection
truly then our ink is our blood,
and we are poet brothers and poet sisters,
cousins of the words
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 3:22 AM UTC
When I disappear
everything seems calm
but it’s an apparent calm!
You believe I'm dead
that you've lost me forever ..
but if you look beyond appearance,
you would see an angel in the night
cries black tears and refines the technique,
sharpen the knife to stick it on your head.
Don’t worry
that then the other me so much
he will come and bring you a flower on your grave
and still changing soul,
moving away he will turn laughing
pleased with the crime he committed
because infusion will have returned to you
the evil you did in it!
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 12:02 PM UTC
In speech it seems forever right is wrong
The grammar love must use enumerates
What sadly grows but smaller while so strong
And failure reigns that none articulate
For words that do oft fuel hot debate
Are ever left from matters of the heart
And if the heart does mirror soul and fate
No passion has the lexicon of art
But look on past the void and back to start
To endless want for passion to express
And find my sullen weary face apart
For I instead the earnest do impress
If there are countless words but in my mind
Would long, for you, that speech romance refines
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 4:06 PM UTC
The love thing I constantly want her around
The yearning of your voice like a deaf man yearning for sound
Love you deeply down to each ounce, each pound
In God I trust, my faith a solid foundation, solid ground
Many search for love like this but how blessed that we found
God and designed us for this
Following his blueprint
Me and my wife, love makes sense
I want to wrinkle together in time
God, me and you girl mountains we can climb
If its storming I will cover you and keep you dry
If you happen to cry
I will catch every drop from your eyes
If your cold I will clove you, cover you, hold you
Grow together, God mold me, I'll mold you
The word love is more than 4 letters
Its timeless like 4 forevers
Hard as a rock yet light as a feather
Its emotion, communication, a spiritual celebration
Love between a husband and wife Gods beautiful creation
Let's make love, levels beyond physical
I'm talking our souls mating sexually spiritual
In Gods will our child will be formed
Your body expand for 9 months then our child's born
A brown bundle of joy
A precious little girl but God knows I first desire a boy
It Really don't matter just want either to be healthy
God, me, you and our future child refines wealthy
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 5:37 PM UTC
Within my realm where life takes root and soars,
Now a sadness lingers, a paradox adored.
Cruelty, a term that humans define,
Yet in my dance of balance, it intertwines.
I cannot deny the pain I see,
Is like rejecting fire's warmth or crimson sea.
I'm not malevolent as humans might assume,
But survival's art in every creature's tune.
In every human war, the cruel was seen,
A reflection of my ways, or so they deem.
But know, dear reader, I'm not to blame,
For blood and fire are not the same.
Human minds project their darkness on me,
And my creatures suffer, as far as I can see.
Unfolds in struggle, where survival's key,
And adaptation shapes each destiny.
In Nature's school, where progress and pain merge,
Humans elevate, their spirits surge.
Distinct from beasts, they hold a higher place,
With right and wrong etched on their moral space.
Yet biological laws devoid of morals dwell,
Inhuman, they are, neither heaven nor hell.
Humans, in contrast, can both love and hate,
A choice that sets them apart from fate.
Tennyson's line, with agonizing might,
Paints red in tooth and claw a dreadful sight.
But life's grand curtain is more complex, you see,
With predators and prey in harmony's decree.
The surgeon's blade, a healer's tool so true,
Teaches that pain can bring renewal too.
Struggle refines, victory crowns the end,
Nature's guidance, a benevolent hand.
Balance is my secret, predator and prey,
In harmony dance, as night turns to day.
Swift blows of death ensure a swift demise,
And in this cycle, my wisdom lies.
Through adaptation's art, I mold and shape,
Each creature's role, each destiny to drape.
Predators and prey, a dance so grand,
A circle woven by my hand.
Struggle's path leads to victory's embrace,
A challenge conquered, a daunting race.
Just as a surgeon brings healing's balm,
My lessons bring strength and calm.
Yet my cruelty's not human intent,
But purposeful growth, with wisdom sent.
Lessons unfold, in pain's transient grace,
Building strength, a resilient embrace.
Human presence, a disruptor's role,
Changing ecosystems, altering my goal.
But wisdom unseen, in time prevails,
Rebalancing forces, as each tale entails.
In my realm of paradox and charm,
Cruelty and balance intertwine, disarm.
Each creature's place, each struggle endured,
Leads to triumph, strength assured.
But as I watch my realm slowly fade,
A sadness lingers, a price to be paid.
For humans have disrupted my balance so true,
And now my creatures suffer, as do I too.
Aug 16, 2023
Aug 16, 2023 at 5:52 PM UTC
You whisper the sweetest words to me.
They float into my ears and linger there, repeating themselves over and over.
How can I harbor doubt, when they fall so beautifully from your lips?
You spin flattery into an eloquent web, and entangle me in it.
What hope have I to turn away, when your soft voice draws me yet nearer?
What chance have I of seeing through this shroud that clouds my vision,
When your face is reflected even in the blurred darkness of my closed eyes.
Somewhere within the refines of my muddled consciousness, I feel the warnings of Reason.
But Reason's voice is hushed, and your words paired with my quickened pulse are enough to drown it out.
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 2:48 PM UTC
It whispers in blood
Makes a flute of our bones
Makes vapor of sweat
It hums and it groans
It's a static in hair
Has a life of its own
We're empty without it
As cold as a stone
It has passion to warm
Has tongues that can talk
It will help to confirm us
To Christ and his walk
It's a Shepherd to guide us
It can heal the flock
It can chastise us
Can You Feel the shock?
O ohhhh... FIRE! (2X8)
It refines by its heat
Like a stone in a mill
It crushes the wheat
It can comfort & fill
It gives courage to hearts
Teaches us to be still
It's grace, it is art
It's simply God's will...
It goes up in red sparks
It's an eternal flame
Will press into the mark
And won't leave us ashamed
Convince with one word
Won't leave us the same
It's not going to change
And I AM is its NAME...
O ohhhh! FIRE! (2X8)
[BRIDGE]
***It'll melt solid rock
Or is cold as the snow
From God's heaven above
Or from Hades below...
O ohhhh! FIRE!*** (2X10)
SøułSurvivør
(C) 1/11/2018
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 5:46 PM UTC
As I hold you in my arms I search my
spirit for the perfect words to say
Take a snapshot in your mind of these
moments of contentment for they’ll
sustain you and they’ll surely pass away
We all are stuttered benedictions
Played out of tune Hosannas
Imperfect parts, through God made perfect, Whole
A sweet and subtle contradiction
Of power and mercy defines and refines Our souls
Let the wind blow, let it move you on the ocean
Of yourself
Let the rains come, hailstones clatter but it doesn’t matter
It is well
Be slow to anger – for we are surely slow to understand
More out of simple fear than hate
People will break your heart and later on
They will regret – but you will never know
Try to find your joyful duty
Like the one I found in you
And in your brothers, in your mother Long ago
Find the faith of our fathers
It’s the harmony and rhythm
Of your symphony and all you’ll
Leave behind
Seek out the pen-strokes
Of your composer, and the watermark within
First edition, signed
Let the wind blow, let it move you on the ocean
Of yourself
Let the rains come, illusions shatter but it doesn’t matter
It is well
Be slow to anger – for we are surely slow to understand
And as I put my pen to paper I hear your mother calling, calling-
Me to bed, to gather strength to fight and rest my weary head
To wage war with the world and with myself
Let the wind blow, let it move you on the ocean
Of yourself
Let the rains come, hailstones clatter but it doesn’t matter
It is well
Be slow to anger – for we are surely slow to understand
Lord knows, we are surely slow to understand
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 11:20 AM UTC
In severe turmoil we need patience and gratitude
God helps those who have frank, positive attitude
With staunch servitude and with clear certitude
Crude iron do require fire to be strong and *****
Love is a fire which burns and refines entire body
It affects heart and soul to be required more deeply
Rights bestowed upon a person when done duty
One should abide by moral code of conduct fully
Gratitude is a bulwark against all odds and trials
It helps to win all situations ,brawls and battles
Clear eyes and clean hearts burn all the candles
It abolishes all evils from life and kills all devils
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 3:42 AM UTC
My words make magic happen
Creating potent spells
That conjure the ineffable
And fathom poxy hells
Syntax refines meaning
Meanings deep as wells
Stacatto sound in symphony
A music that appeals
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 11:31 AM UTC
The ancient dance of fires ablaze
laughter captured in sunshine days
lightening across our moody skies
muteness found in all goodbyes
crashing teardrops that explode
guns of war we just reload
erupting mirrors reflecting shards
fragmented aces on severed cards
grievous wounds we all embrace
squalid truths left in their place
Thundering noise I feel within
washes over me
refines the sin
breakes the fury
marks relience
in all the noise.....
what silence
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 4:57 AM UTC
Deja vu dreams glimpse what’s to come
Veiling reality from perception
Obscuring past and future selves
What’s once hidden, again found in another
Worthiness forfeit to the gravity of expectation
Fail, or follow
Trust is built on words of wisdom
Drink it in or drown it out
Connect to the sonorous vibrations
Or feign ignorance while praying for more
The evidence is prevalent to those whose hearts are open
Belittle, or believe
Fan the flame that ruins or refines you
The choice is yours to build or burn it to the ground
To find meaning in the minutiae
A manifestation of subconscious cues
Confirmation that the path before you is the one you’re meant to be on
Falter, or forward
Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 4:59 PM UTC
I never,
never,
meant to hurt you,
and then the door
slammed shut
behind you.
How the Sun and Moon,
have spent so long
together,
keeping their rhythm,
Without ever screaming,
or shouting.
Water runs over stone,
it refines,
fluid, burbling brooks
run over
and never does the age old rock
refuse to be perfected.
She dances,
endlessly, outside
of time, parallel to us,
and he watches,
adoring gaze,
never bored of how she moves.
And I marvel
at that, complete love,
but I do not envy,
for we might scream and shout,
and slam doors,
but the light
at the end
of the tunnel
will always be you,
and it's not exactly functional
but it's there.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 6:12 PM UTC
He takes the words we want to say
and lines them up, just right
She dips into emotions
and defines just how, they fight
He melds and refines his art
a flowing of the pen
She crafts things held in her heart
feeling, more than knowing, when
I read and commit to heart
each rhyme and piece of prose
Just how and why they do it
there ain't nobody knows
Complexities of story
great humor and desire
Expertly rolled onto the page
creative logs, stoking poetic fire
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC