"remaing" poems
Just outside my window
Dogs barking,
Birds chirping
Thunder roaring,
From beyond,
Echoing in my mind,
Horizon reborn,
Once again,
Looking towards another day,
Mind alert,
As the hand of god,
Drips ink deep into the sky,
Paintings bleeding,
Dreams fading,
Life,love,lust,
Remaing true,
Etched upon the psyche ,
Reality succumbs,
Tattooed souls,
Tattered hearts,
Rebuilding dreams,
Splashing remnants,
Just a small part,
Time conceptual,
Turning,churning,gyrating,
Expanding,contracting,
Universal chaos,
Surrounds this world,
Oh so blind
Eyes tightly shut
Life left behind
Sitting,listening,
To nature sing,
Beautiful,
Melodies filled with bliss,
Open ones eyes,
Look deep within
Your surroundings,
Let go…………….
Nov 13, 2011
Nov 13, 2011 at 9:39 PM UTC
Authority figures dictate,
Goals upon which i fixate,
Consume precious time,
Emotional status is sublime.
Life in the physical reality,
Doesnt determine mental causality,
Events leave the soul bereft,
Silence is the ultimate theft.
Reality is perception,
We are no exception,
Everyone is the same,
Regardless of faces or name.
Carbon organism wasting space,
Are you still you without a face?
Are you really an individual?
Or the remaing residual?
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
Heads in the street that cry out social justice. We got women's liberation heading out across the nation. Killing's in war zones we call school's. Handing out condoms demanding abortion on demand. No one hurts no one has a voice ? Ever more determined to bring people together now more then ever. The Aheist, Agnostic, Muslim, Christian & Buddhist. We must come together collectively coexist to create a bond with each other. There's lines being formed from Las Angelos to Brooklyn. Sound the alarm to unite the gay, straight & crossgender in are society. We walk a fine line between heaven and hell. There is a clash occuring for a common cause of "LOVE" ! No is the time to remain whole hearted to are commitment in assuring that are freedoms are not taken advantage of. I proclaim equal right's & justice ! This not the time in remaing lukewarm sitting on the sidelines so let your voice be heard !
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 6:43 PM UTC
going down to my last reserve
I've gotten sullen and lost my nerve
now cast out all curious friend and foe
my mind made up to leave, I must go
so close and structured a team were we
now a barren collection, the remaing three
friends lingering in a static mobile
hoping to keep steady the last appeal
once thinking that destiny was free
just moments flashing with joy and glee
now pats on the back and see you real soon
but certain am I, not before the next full moon
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 4:54 PM UTC
How the past hides beneath the skin,
Burrows into the brain, gnaws at the soul,
Recalls my painful past, darkly remembered-
Waking dreams becoming all so real in sleep
When the mind is frail, open to memories, becoming a
Great and terrible grief in the heart;
Nightmares that rob sleep and leave dark
Shadows across my waking life.
There is a terrible ache within me,
Deep, dark, sharp; a small death that occurs minute by minute
Each day, every day without end.
I keep busy, filling my day with small tasks,
Keeping the oncoming night at bay until
Sleep over powers my body, demanding an end to psychic pain.
I know not my bed; my pillow is a stranger to my head.
Like a small child, I fight against slumber,
Fling the night from myself,
Fearing above all else, the torment of sleep.
Neither alcohol nor tranquilizers dampen the
Raging heat of mind nor quench the ache in my soul.
I would gladly die for one single night of forgetfulness.
Sometimes, I seek death.
Is it the end of life, or is only the root of
Eternal memory, a reliving of all that has brought me to this end?
How I seek sleep, deep, dark, without dreams,
Devoid of self, deathless until the day’s beginnings.
Sleep eludes me. Memories clash within my soul and I am
Sleepless. Each new day mocks me.
I wake before the new dawn.
The specter of the night haunts me.
I am yet in the night, remaing in the dark,
Still in darkness, still part of the night.
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 5:11 PM UTC
Listen.
The trains are singing to each other at 2 in the morning. It's a special language you can only hear when the rest of the city has fallen asleep. The trains speak as if no one can hear them; its finally safe to let their horns exhale into the night. They're chants spill onto my ears through a skinny window held open by an old tin coin jar. The last remaing fresh air in the desert oozes in, barely touching my face and the stars are covered in the murky morning sky. The trains though, they are a special kind of beauty.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 3:09 AM UTC
**Who pretended
to rebuild my broken house,
Actually intended
to flee with the remaing bricks,
Now abandoned
and alone, repairing my house!!**
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 1:53 AM UTC
She was free traveling
From LA
Up the west coast
To the AK
There was no hurry
No real plan
Visiting friends
On route to
Ketchikan
(Chorus)
Along the coast lines
Most of the time
The dreamy sunsets
The waves talking in ryhme
Bonfires at night
Strong breeze all day
While on her journey to the AK
She left nothing behind
Just her mother's memories
She never thought of her father
While on escapes like these
She never looked back
Just moved constantly
To the last frontier
Called the AK
(Chorus)
Along the coast line
Most of the time
The dreamy sunsets
The waves talking in ryhm
Bonfires at night
A strong breeze all day
Along her journey to the AK
When she arrived
She went to my cafe
That's when I met
Her in the AK
She told me about the coast lines
(Remaing chorus)
Most of the time
The dreamy sunsets
The waves talking in ryhm
The bonfires at night
The strong breezes at day
And her arrival at the AK
Dec 30, 2019
Dec 30, 2019 at 9:08 AM UTC
Stained
January 11, 2012 at 2:17am
You're up at six to greet your day.
You grab a cup. You're on your way
into the world to make your mark
,to make your pay, to play your part.
The role you know so very well.
You've played before and gave it Hell.
But still you feel it isn't you.
It never fit. You're forced into
a life that's wrought with many fears,
and so much pain, and drowing tears.
To toil and slave. To make a buck
and silently not give a ****
about your house, about your friends,
about your life's long, bitter end,
about your job, about your boss,
about a lot of **** you've lost,
about what's owed or what's been paid,
about yourself, or being saved.
They're all the same just one long day
that never seems to fall away,
and passing time it threatens to
go passing by forgetting you.
Erasing all you ever did.
Remaing locked and playing dead
and when awakened from a sleep
that's tortured you and held you deep
beneath the waves, among the lost,
beside the dead at such a cost
into your new awakening
where you are God, and you are king.
Beyond the empty life you claimed
to wash you clean. No longer stained.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC