"ressurects" poems
I’m walking towards the gates of death,
the doctors told me I have six months left.
I wish I could let go of your hand, without tears in my eyes…
But I’m just vulnerable and broken on the hospital bed by your side.
Time were not in our favor,
we were supposed to die together.
Theme parks and sands, mountains and road trips.
I still remember the coffee you brewed for me, even till the last sip.
The outlines of the photographs, smiles from cheek to cheek,
I wish I had more time, even till the very last week.
Time were not in our favor,
we were supposed to die together.
The future plans, the children’s names, and the family car.
All washed away, a deep knife cut that leaves me a scar.
I wish I could just let you go and smile from afar,
(and emptiness fills the room),
no matter how much alcohol there is left in the bar.
Time were not in our favor,
we were supposed to die together.
Till my very last breath, I hope I can hold on.
I am selfish and weak, and I need to stay strong.
I am thankful, that I will no longer be a burden,
but deep down inside I know I am of heavy laden.
Promise me that you will be happy again,
for I love you more than I love myself,
and a replacement would only be justice with much gain.
Do not be afraid to let those walls down again,
and no need to run and chase and pant as you have always did without vain.
Because at least now I can watch you from above,
even after six months, the greatest undying source I can give you,
is my deepest truest and strongest pure love.
Time, in the future will be in our favor,
when we meet in heavens again and be together.
... and finally, forever.
Jul 17, 2012
Jul 17, 2012 at 2:04 AM UTC
This dream this war this shadow wholly pondered for
Echoes in the Giants well
Begins its have and delves in need
Glistening in breathing drifts
Snow like feathers cast from fingertips
Hunger quaking in the heart of man
Simple deeds reverse this selfish plan
His eyes his mind his deafening signs
All fall
as his hands palm lifts
And seeks the pull of indifference
Shadowed thoughts and mirrored wealth
The tragedy of paradox was never felt
Like this before
And never will again, again
For strength and song the delicate dismisses wrong
The turn of earth her ghostly hair
Lain like shadows over ice and swept with air
Seasons drift and mend the scorn
A Distant world ressurects the storm
For truth and justice I resist
Heaven hides her golden head
For more to leave gone is the guess
Her enshambled riddle pounds it's fists
In fierce dissection weather strains
Like DNA in cosmic fits
Her tooth all caught on writted skin
The lost majestic rhyme their kin
With hopeless tragic stories rhythm
Gone the cost of indeterminate freedom
Underneath his school of thought
Lied the angle down and never bought
The answers hidden the code reversed
The second hand believers curse
The tragic thirst for sentenced bans
The belt of stars Orions hands
Truth unsanctified and freely given
Her moon well hides her violent vision
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 1:25 PM UTC
This dream this war this shadow wholly pondered for
Echoes in the Giants well
Begins its have and delves in need
Glistening in breathing drifts
Snow like feathers cast from fingertips
Hunger quaking in the heart of man
Simple deeds reverse this selfish plan
His eyes his mind his deafening signs
All fall
as his hands palm lifts
And seeks the pull of indifference
Shadowed thoughts and mirrored wealth
The tragedy of paradox was never felt
Like this before
And never will again, again
For strength and song the delicate dismisses wrong
The turn of earth her ghostly hair
Lain like shadows over ice and swept with air
Seasons drift and mend the scorn
A Distant world ressurects the storm
For truth and justice I resist
Heaven hides her golden head
For more to leave gone is the guess
Her enshambled riddle pounds of it's fists
In fierce dissection weather strains
Like DNA in cosmic fits
Her tooth all caught on writted skin
The lost majestic rhyme their kin
With hopeless tragic rhythm
Gone the cost of indeterminate freedom
Underneath his school of thought
Lied the angle down and never bought
The answers hidden the code reversed
The second hand believers curse
The tragic thirst for sentenced bans
The belt of stars Orions hands
Truth unsanctified and freely given
Her moon well hides her violent vision
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 6:09 PM UTC
~
(haiku)
cherry's blossoming
ressurects a sleeping spring
sun-lit 'wakening.
~
*post script.
first ever attempt at haiku! enjoy... i hope!
nature inspired by
our cherry trees out front;
their brilliant pinks and reds
dazzling as i left for work
in morning's first light!
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 10:38 PM UTC