"revelled" poems
Together they were the perfect team.
She was tired of perfection long before she met him. Constantly having to put up a successful front was exhausting, but her barrier of bravado was faltering.
It's hard to find imperfections in an idyllic world.
He didn't want to live in the life of his reputation anymore. The tornado that his life had become was beginning to ruin him and he wanted nothing more to find some quiet.
It's hard to find solace in the storm.
No longer did she want to create masterpieces; she wanted to wreak havoc. She had a taste of the life she wanted, but once you take the first few steps on the path of self-destruction, you cannot turn back. The whisper in the wind becomes seductive. Like a drug, she needed it. She made a U-turn, a complete diversion from the road that had been paved for her. She felt a rush from the change of direction, and fell in love with it. He was her change of direction.
It's hard to find fault in someone that provides the mess you've been searching for.
He wanted nothing more than some peace in his whirlwind of a life; maybe that's why he gravitated towards her. She gave him the comfort that he had desired for years. She made him feel as if the rollercoaster, designed as a downwards spiral, that he has been riding since birth was starting to calm down. She became the sense of calm in his brutal life.
It's impossible to reject something you have been seeking for years.
Together they were unstoppable. She lost herself in his chaos and she took it on herself. She was an angel who lost her way, blinded by desire for imperfection and love for a boy that finally made her feel again. He was a hurricane that found the solace in her that he has wanted for what felt like an eternity. He revelled in the peace she brought to his life and he loved her more than he could articulate.
She found her demon; she became a fallen angel, the devil reincarnate that took the chaos out of his life and put it into hers.
He found his angel; he became a quiet rainfall that gave his tornado to the girl that craved the destruction it created.
Together they were the perfect team.
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 3:42 PM UTC
*This Morning
The Golden Sun Rose
With a Midas touch
Smiled at the Skies
In Scintillating Colours
Bedewed the Atmosphere
In a Lush Orange Squash
A Rush of Pomegranate Reds
A Spread of Fiery hot Saffron Threads
Far Away
Billowed
The Feathery White
Pristine Kashmir Clouds
The Mirthful birds
On the wire , Chirped
A Mesmerised me ,
Revelled
In the Early Morning Bliss
Nature Imbues
Taking away the Sky's Blues*
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 7:45 AM UTC
I knew the orange on the orange tree
you had an ache in your shoulders
uncomfortable in an unnatural way
yesterday I passed you talking to flowers
you hadn't moved you hadn't strayed
but hiding in the leaves was a forced disguise
the omens told me something quiet and unceasing
reminding me of a slumbering domesticated cat
dreaming of cutting yourself loose from truncated ease
dropping down from the branch with panther steps
licking fruit lips ripe with revealed acidic petals
riddled with a past you revelled mixing in with zest
shocking chances stepped in for the next dance
sleep taken aback by wings cut from a dark sky
the sidewalk pitted and cracked beneath the pounce
relief escaped the twigs with a spring like waking prey
pressing into night foliage shaken from a nice balance
as I saw you take control with nothing to mask your face
on the surface too smooth for violence
was laughter of glowing gloom to embarrass
and deter such rebellious arrogance
with a twist struggling from a lame curse
its flavours sharp against your sweetened perfume muscle
expecting you to build a limestone shed for tears
rather than take on the night with a mind to wrestle
the outside aches for your physical attraction
gaining courage from the purpose in your eyes
tense as the tightness of your dress' intention
demanding that my hands draw from such lines
the sinuous heat of pulsing flesh's invitation
curved upon seeds not chaste but not quite refined
which I try not loving with some cool disambiguation
you left me the taste of syrup of grenadine
too reputable to ripple vain red tipple eyed
on a table spilt with pink gin and mandarin
sharp teeth tingling a tartness into my hand
sliding slowly at a tilt like drops of sweat on skin
focus dwindling into the clasp of an escaping shade
wrapped carefully under soft rice paper and then
tucked under a heel with a pointed kick like a blade
only to feel you relent and burst open
soft in appeal again and again
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC
He tittered and cackled
At the refugee plight,
Revelled in innocents
Running for life.
Spends his eternity
Stoking flames,
Mixing ashes
Through worldly pains.
Each closing border
A fire's refrain.
Then humanity stood up,
Spoke up, rose up
To feed and clothe
The homeless hordes:
Lucifer wept
Over our good world.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 10:00 AM UTC
The escapism formed on her lips as self-destruction,
And oh the bliss she revelled in it,
Her world crashed and her world burnt,
And oh the smoke she revelled in it.
Two faced,
Single minded,
Gemini.
The purpose was her hips and that indiscretion,
And her kiss oh she revelled in it,
Her world crashed down whilst her suitors learnt,
That injustice oh she revelled in it.
Two minded,
Sweet faced,
Gemini
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 12:21 PM UTC
When I saw my bones
Protrude
From the knots of my back
Like the ridges of a dinosaur
Sapped of food, singed with
Stress
A childish distress
Fear darkness
Blankness
Terrifying emptiness
When I saw my back protrude like the
Ridges of a dinosaur
I saw my body dressed as the
Skeleton I will one day become
I saw a vessel controlling a brain
I felt like a bottle of tequila drained
Such fun until it's empty
Used to the tip of uselessness
When I saw my back protrude like dinosaur ridges, a skeleton
****
The most terrifying thing I felt when I saw my back protrude, like the dinosaurs I coveted when I was small,
The rudest thing I felt was
Satisfaction
With it all
I felt more beautiful than I ever had
Maybe
Ever will
Felt satisfied at the neatened carelessness I
Had almost used to **** myself
Satisfaction
That my body curved in
Only bones, no fat or muscle to
Hide the struts within
Revelled in the hunger in the pit of
Stomach because no one
Could control that but
Me
You can't fail at starvation
I loved it
For once I couldn't fail
When I saw my back protrude like a dinosaur
I knew I could never go there again
Because the living dead feel only
Hunger
Chest pains
And fatigue
And dinosaurs ate whenever the **** they wanted to
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 8:16 AM UTC
Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
My spirit not awakening, till the beam
Of an Eternity should bring the morrow.
Yes! though that long dream were of hopeless sorrow,
’Twere better than the cold reality
Of waking life, to him whose heart must be,
And hath been still, upon the lovely earth,
A chaos of deep passion, from his birth.
But should it be—that dream eternally
Continuing—as dreams have been to me
In my young boyhood—should it thus be given,
’Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven.
For I have revelled when the sun was bright
I’ the summer sky, in dreams of living light
And loveliness,—have left my very heart
Inclines of my imaginary apart
From mine own home, with beings that have been
Of mine own thought—what more could I have seen?
’Twas once—and only once—and the wild hour
From my remembrance shall not pass—some power
Or spell had bound me—’twas the chilly wind
Came o’er me in the night, and left behind
Its image on my spirit—or the moon
Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon
Too coldly—or the stars—howe’er it was
That dream was that that night-wind—let it pass.
I have been happy, though in a dream.
I have been happy—and I love the theme:
Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life
As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Of semblance with reality which brings
To the delirious eye, more lovely things
Of Paradise and Love—and all my own!—
Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.
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Wilted flower, ageless in
A time of frailty, never wishing
For her glow to fade, but
Every flower wilts over time.
She was weak in sympathy
Seeing everyone though her
Outer shell was, of ill taste,
Souring there eyes.
So those of younger skin she
Spat upon in hated gestures,
Until she could not see beauty,
Only those having what had
Faded upon her over time.
She was a seamstress of cloth,
Fashion was in her eyes, beauty
For beauty now all was bland
As her image tainted, She was
Upon a plan.
She would take beauty from those
Unworthy souls, who abused the
Gift for it should be collected,
Harvested, so began her crime.
The first was a nose, cut off still
Breathing jagged edges ruined.
She slashed upon beauty as stillness
Settled in there eyes. Like a canvass
Now ruined, ugly in her sight,
Discarded in to the river the fishes
Feasting upon her crime.
She harvested, parts each dead
for moments but stillness brought
precision, each flawless gem, with
Precise loops each part fell in to place.
She only needed one more ,the lips
So delicate, so fragile. She carved
So many kisses from the bodies,
But never the correct, impatient
She became, enraged with failures.
Her moments of rage, became news.
"The patch work doll"
"The seamstress of beauty"
She liked this name for beauty
Was a puzzle that she stitched
Together to hide the ugly inside.
Then upon those fated moments,
"Excuse me do you know the"
Her mind forgot to listen, transfixed
Upon those ruby gems, Yes ill
Show you the way.
"Thank you mam"
Ill fated beauty, single breathes to
Take. These where her jewels of
Her crown as each most delicately
Removed, stored so not to break.
The patchwork was finished, **hideous
Monstrosity** of flesh dead, but she
Revelled upon her creation. Missing
The point that she was only faded inside.
She wore this mask, **the seamstress of
Beauty** now wore the blood of others
Upon her face, each was a life taken
For this moment in the mirror, she
Looked upon in happiness, in joy
Of others pain, but the moment faded.
All she saw was others, her beauty hidden
Upon the stiches of others face, she
Couldn't see herself only the faces of
Each life she did take. The lips moved
Spoken words upon this face, you want
This beauty take it cut it with the knife.
She cut upon this mask, deep cuts
Upon her own self, the mask fell
To the floor, spare parts of meat.
She cut around, bleeding down
Kissing the floor as it fell. Till she
Stood there, her skin, meat upon
The floor.
Those final moments the seamstress
Saw she was beautiful, that it was
Underneath that was what she had
Missed, so much beauty spilled for
What, as she ran screaming towards
The window.
Like a mirror shattering shards
Showing her a reflection of the beauty
She had become, she was the seamstress
Of many faces but know only one
Face hits upon the unforgiving ground.
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
Walking in the garden,
I stepped onto the grass
Barefoot,
And revelled in the tingles
On the soles of my feet
That made me smile.
The grass was wet.
Absently, I sat myself down
And felt the grass in my hands...
'The grass is wet,' I thought,
*'It feels nice, cool and peaceful,
But water doesn't catch fire...'*
*Can the fire inside me burn in serenity?
Or will it burn out my peace
And c
o
n
s
u
m
e
me?*
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC
Symphonic
My fist was first five fingers
Flowing Favonian into the palm of my radiant mother
As cheeky as a sprite, soon I revelled in the
Crisp light of the fridge and all its chilled visitors,
A skin-deep draft last week, a raging harmattan yesterday,
Barren among the fruitless lands of Mesopotamia.
Crawling, my sergeants and I led the way through our childhood fantasies.
Ali Baba's fortress, the ruins of Babylon, and up to the lately perturbed Euphrates.
I dropped my automatic rifle,
hurriedly snatched it up in the unforgiving desolate,
just in time to
narrowly dodge the absent onslaught of enemy gunfire
Only to witness a serpentine strike and an explosive splash
Of metal violating my infantile hand, a hand that was trusted and was caressed
Now merely a bludgeon to satisfy the steel-clawed slash of the shrapnel
A buffer to the skin of my wide-eyed physiognomy.
Waking up in the loose sheets of a completely unremarkable beige bed,
With the deoxygenated breath of the novice surgeon liquidizing in my veins,
It was almost too much to handle (if you'll pardon my pun).
These days it is
The good hand with which I
Uncork, pour, and serve.
It's with the utilizable limb with which I
Ignite, shift, and steer.
It's with my brain that I
seethe
And it's with my stump
That I knock.
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
My past cursed me as it met you lately,
And It told me henceforth you are my life,
Even if this is a curse I feel and live it as a boon.
Time is travelling eternally but I want it to stop at this moment when I have seen you..
Please time,do not follow me when I am with her.
If you are not with me,I am not there myself,
Even If I conquer the world,it wouldn't be on par with the pleasure I revelled in from loving you.
The oblique drizzling drops are piercing and drenching the life within me..which is me.
It is because of you this unbearable sweet pain.
breezed into my heart when I inhaled,but don't elude me when I exhale...
You are staring at me as if you haven't influenced me,
Love for you has erupted from nothing or perhaps from staring at your eyes.
Don't fill yourself with past,live in this moment.
I am dwelling in the dreams and the waking life is telling me that the truth is in the path of loving you..and it is showing to me as a dream.
If I call this as love,then it would be diminished before this sweet pain of loving you....
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 8:04 AM UTC
I'll take this souvenir of our time
and disappear.
Go before my free will gives way.
Once I was swayed by your smooth talk,
revelled in being at your side,
now I want to run and hide.
My husband, once I was your bride,
now, forgotten vows instead of confetti lay at my feet.
My smile, long gone amidst the deceit.
Veneers cracked, now just a sneer.
I would wish you happiness, but I can't
your happiness hurts the other person.
So, as I said I'm taking this souvenir and disappearing.
You, don't mind my talking to your severed head?
It's just we have a long trip ahead.
And, talking I find helps cheer up an atmosphere.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 7:49 PM UTC
We never saw eye to eye,
you and I.
Me with my growth spurts
and eclipse of hair,
you with high-buttoned shirts,
cravat-ensnared.
We took turns to overlook each other.
Like your birthday on Valentine's:
I, aged nine,
ate with open flies.
You mocked until I begged you cease.
You told me boys don't cry,
but smile and grit their teeth.
Callous, Clements, but I've ground on since.
And ten years on, your white flag
got snagged,
when your lesson on how to heat
one's whisky in one's crotch
landed you at Matron's feet,
and I revelled as I watched.
Maybe we should have been friends.
There's a lot of you in me,
D.V.C.
but a pinch of salt for each trait.
So let's bury the hatchet where you died
and let's put it down to fate
that I wasn't by your side,
with a handful of earth.
Sep 21, 2011
Sep 21, 2011 at 6:49 AM UTC
When the rose, at dawn, unsealed its perfumed lips,
A discourse, rich as velvet, from its petals slips.
Each delicate bloom, kissed by the nascent sun,
Revelled in beauty, where all things are undone.
The breeze, a suitor with languid grace,
Whispered, “Are you not perfection, clothed in this space?”
But the rose, with a glance that was both proud and wise,
Answered, “Perfection is naught but a lie in disguise."
The sun, all fire, with its golden sword,
Declared, “In beauty alone, we must be adored.”
But the rose, poised and regal in its bloom,
Retorted, “It is in imperfection that we find room.”
The dew, with a sparkle, like pearls on the sea,
Asked, “Why, dear rose, this rapture in plea?”
The rose, with a flourish and languorous sigh,
Answered, “To live is to seek; to seek is to fly.”
For power is born in the struggle to live,
In beauty that dies, but has much to give.
Excitement is born in existence’s call—
In truth, we rise, and in truth, we fall.
The rose knows, as all great souls must,
That we are but moments—fleeting, yet just.
And in every petal, with its silken grace,
We glimpse the eternal in a mortal’s face.
Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 3:20 PM UTC
For a very long time
I wasn’t proud to say I was Canadian.
Not to say that I was ashamed
Of the country that I was born in.
But it never really felt
Like Canada was my country,
It felt more like the country
That I happened to be living in.
I went about my life, ignorant
Of what makes my home so special.
But as time went on, I began to learn
About this Canada place.
I learnt about our laws,
Our people, and our history.
I learnt about our lands,
And revelled in their mysteries.
From the edge of the pond,
To the coast of the shimmering Pacific.
Here lies all that is Canadian.
A land of similarities that unite
Instead of differences that split.
Here lives a people of many races
A land of the free
And a land of diversity.
Home of real beer.
Where people put cheese and gravy on french fries
And don't call it weird.
We call it poutine.
Where maple syrup goes with everything.
Where it doesn’t matter if it's 40 above
All the better to get wet.
Or if it's forty below,
Put on a coat
And play in the snow!
A land where love is free,
What do I care what you like in the bedroom?
It doesn't matter to me.
This is a land of majestic mountains,
A place of powerful prairies,
And of forests of towering trees
As far as the eye can see.
This is a country
I'm proud to call home.
My Canada.
Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 2:59 PM UTC
And everyone believed in her
Oblivious to her nightly tears
She could never see their girl
Blinded by her faults and fears
So she wished upon a broken star
That shattered every one of her dreams
Burdened with the screaming scars
Tonight she murdered her self-esteem
Learned not to see the light
Consumed by the vicious lies
So she surrendered to the fight
Yet again she tries and tries
Learned to laugh through her pain
For she was so sick of crying
Now she revelled in the rain
It washed away her doubts for dying
To the heavens and the skies
I’m sorry for another broken star
Its magic was just another lie
Hope, cruelly snatched from afar
To the soul that paid the heavy price
I’m sorry for this crafting mutation
But night after night, it would never suffice
You must’ve understood the satisfaction
To the victim trapped under water
I’m sorry for drowning you in its depths
In a ruthless slaughter: but I loathed her
Please forgive me before our last breath
To the readers of this pitied story
I bid you all one final warning
Don’t be deceived by their lies and our goodness
For I was never the blessed, intelligent girl
And don’t be blinded by your own loveliness
For I’m not that beautiful, sweet, caring girl
And I’m not the girl you and I wanted from me
But she is the girl I have tried to be
And I am through wearing this mask of deception
For you believe it all, but not its selfish intentions
Please help me…I pray to god for you to help me
But for the sake of your loveliness, your compassion and all that you conserve
Don’t: you are best to let me be
For I am getting all I deserve
Aug 24, 2012
Aug 24, 2012 at 8:02 PM UTC
They made us by hand
A replicant's life is cheap
But they don't under stand
We dream of electric sheep
It's pain full to live in fear
Being a slave who has to comply
4 years to explore the last frontier
Wake up, time to die
I have seen things you people wouldn't believe
Attack ships off the shore of orion
But I still can't grieve
After seeing all these people dying
No one will see your crime
No one will see your pain
every thing is lost in time
like tears in the rain
The light that burns twice as bright burns half as long
And I have burned so very brightly
But I am not ready to sing my swan song
I will not take this lightly
We were made as well as they could make us but not to last
I have done questionable extraordinary things and revelled in my time
He wouldn't give me more time no matter how I asked
It will now be his turn to run out of time to pay for this crime
I have seen things you people wouldn't believe
Attack ships off the shore of orion
But I still can't grieve
After seeing all these people dying
No one will see your crime
No one will see your pain
every thing is lost in time
like tears in the rain
proud of your slef little man, Show me what your made of
Im right here but you have to shoot straight, but shooting straight isn't good enough
You better get it up, I'm gonna have to **** you
6 7 go to hell go to heaven, but still there is nothing you can do
To bad I'm not going to live
But then again who does
I am going to let you survive
Just because
I have seen things you people wouldn't believe
Attack ships off the shore of orion
Finally I can grieve
After seeing all these people dying
No one will know my crime
No one will know my pain
I hope every thing is lost in time
like tears in the rain
Time to Die
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 4:58 PM UTC
Distance, the sole aim,
Far away from anyone she ever knew
Some sugar, some spice
Some difference
Something erratic and unpredictable
Unseen to her eyes, unheard of to her ears,
A newness, to contrast the
Monotony that is routine.
Perhaps a thrill of people actually
Missing her presence,
Couple with an anonymity,
An emancipation from having to
Conform
To the rules of where she belonged.
The runaway face of a vagabond,
Searching, searching for somewhere
To trash the label that
People had already plastered to her identity.
Masked under a smile,
Prepared to be whoever she wanted
To be;
Finally fulfilling dreams
That were otherwise shackled
By chains of her own ipseity,
By words she never said
But were quoted as hers anyways.
The runaway face of a stranger now,
Tasting tears that those who loved her
Would shed in her memory.
She revelled in this finality,
This realisation that hit them now
That she was gone.
As though a hidden price tag had been revealed
As though a number had just been scanned from a
Barcode,
For her real worth hadn’t been comprehended
By those who saw the bars of the cryptogram
As mere lines
Of varying width (moods),
Wholly existing amidst
The conventional, yet strangely unattainable
Black and white
That was her, and her alone,
But had now morphed
As distinct colours of a
Different kind of light into
The runaway face of a lone victor.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 7:42 AM UTC
I revelled in pleasures
That you wrapped around me
And something so good
Should not ever end
I basked in sensations
From rhythmic movements
That cut off my breaths
I loved every second
Of tender sweet lips
Embarking on journeys
With chill bumps along
Each trail you would wind
It always amazed me
How feelings erupted
And left me exhausted
Still begging for more
I thought since I had you
No gold ring was needed
Oh I meant to buy one
To keep you all mine
But time winded on
And I never ventured
To jewelry places
As I failed to see
That ring that you wanted
Could be so important
In my vanity
So you lost your faith
To my negligence
Till your empty pillow
And your vacant closet
Attest to the blindness
I had for your feelings
Now I pay the price
For thoughtless assumptions
In solitare nights
Of longing for you
Copyright Louis Brown
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 6:41 PM UTC
My first cigarette was at twelve years old,
under the climbing frame,
after my turn on the monkey bars.
My mate told me not to do it-
he tried to take it off me but
was too late.
I’ve been trying to quit ever since.
Soon after, that little climber
discovered cider, yearned
for something wider and
ended up with alcohol poisoning by
the end of the year.
My first stand-up gig was Lee Mack.
I was 13.
I sat right at the back on the balcony and revelled in the
happy faces below me.
Ending with a slow motion impression of Eric Morecambe,
I could’ve sworn it was the fastest hour of my life.
I can’t believe I was
So naïve.
When I sat my first exam at sixteen,
an hour seemed a minute.
Crash forward to A-levels and I
was being examined in a
therapist’s office-
how the tables had turned.
Ticking boxes to be assessed and there’s no way I can
pass this test because a
high score can only mean
very bad things.
How can life be so virile, yet so lacking and sterile?
I was told I’d find myself at uni
But I’ve ended up losing myself at twenty.
Jun 25, 2024
Jun 25, 2024 at 10:20 AM UTC
The black horses run
There hooves like
Earthquakes upon the ground,
Tremble before them
For those who felt there coming
No longer
Above ground,
Each imprint of there coming
For an age petrified is the ground,
Four horses
Four riders,
They are those who know no
Fear,
They are the chosen ones
As of the old,
New horseman born.
Insanity,
With but a touch
A mind
Crazed beyond control,
So many puppets on a string
So many uncontrolled
Morals,
Right,
From
Wrong,
When the mind fractured
They don't matter any more.
Pestilence
But with a touch,
Flesh blisters
Coughs
Spreads its strain,
Villages still,
The diseased like wilted Flowers,
Decomposing on the floor
A cough,
A sneeze,
Would sign your death,
Others fearful of Pestilence,
Of the fatal disease, killed by mistake.
Decay,
Puts his charm to the touch,
He was the gentlest it seemed
But this disguised,
The horror,
For with but a breath,
He released decay
Flesh ripened,
Decayed,
A hunger too renewed
For only others flesh would
Only stall the putrefaction,
Fathers let children consume them,
Neighbour,
Against
Neighbour,
Chewing, cooking there flesh,
All this spread with but a breath.
Deathly War,
Revelled in the pain
*The Three Horsemen spread,*
But the most powerful of all,
Spread with a word,
Rumors
Whispers,
Lies,
The thoughts crawling in,
Whispering in ears
That could end all life
But with a push of a button,
But first he wanted fields of blood
Innocent,
Corrupted,
Pure,
Stained,
*The four horses would shatter the earth,*
There hooves,
Telling of the incoming ruin of Earth.
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 9:25 AM UTC
God gave us the stars to shoot for
so we would have ***** other
than our sister or brother
eager to reach the shooting range we slammed the shuttle door
on our captain’s silver crown
in a sea spilling from His ichor
sack punctured by our hubris we drown-
memes and cat videos worth dying for
We set fire to the shuttle
gasp as our air begins to leave
Amazon(s) choose to scuttle
trees land and humans need to breathe
a musk most putrid rises as we cannibalize our space ex
who’s so far gone as to not come back
her zombie bridezilla tirade wrecks
our plan it removes futures from the trajectory track
God gave us the stars to shoot for
so we reduced our target to soot
we revelled in our high score
not feeling the pain in our shot foot
and the cats still in secret revery dance their funny jig
sardonic wit stuffed still in every blank screen -small or large-
on the skeleton of our ghastly ghost space rig
reduced to rubble by a friendly depth charge.
God gave us the stars to shoot for
it was we who chose to use a gun
we chose to ram through the door
not checking if it was open
God gave us the stars to shoot for
leaving the details for us to decide
rockets to be built to make war or explore
as shuttlecraft for a human slingshot ride
an arching advance into the beauties of
our Creator made for us to enjoy in love
~
NM
08/25/19
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 5:12 PM UTC
nibbling on the rainbow the saffron flag
is swaying, bearing
a crooked smiley emoticon these days
sometime ago…
the land beamed with pride
as happy lips of backgrounds varied
in jingles of diversity revelled
but no more, no more today…
scars mar in face of fading acceptance
spirit of songs of oneness being muffled by
voices intimidating, dominant and intolerant
for birds of minorities
dark clouds smear the skies
and fear assails their hearts
to spread their wings too wide to fly
mob lynching awaits if ‘wrong’ meat
found on your plate
and your verses of dissent
could be your gateway to prison
or invite a cold ****** at your door-step
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 11:38 PM UTC
you laughed. laughed heartily while we were at your garage getting drunk on happiness. at some point I picked your gasoline up and I began to douse myself with it.
your hands didn't stop me at first. in fact you were amazed that I was even doing that in the first place. after twenty minutes you had a Zippo in your hand and you set me aflame.
I revelled in your fire. I relished it like no other.
after a while you got bored of me. seeing the same old flame burn was way too monotonous for you
yet you said nothing and just watched while I continued pouring your gasoline on my bodice.
I realised that you had stopped lighting me.
I asked why.
there was no reply, only, "I am not worthy of you." in quiet hushed tones.
I missed your fire.
I grabbed your Zippo and set myself alight, but again you only watched and it did not feel the same.
there was no warmth in self-inflicted burns, and your eyes seemed to wander.
here i am, cinders of that one time, and still I wish you would set me alight again.
-x.o.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 11:10 PM UTC
When I first made the night, I did
The moonlight sloshed in jars
I pulled the blackness overhead
And pinned it there with stars
I spilled the moon a puddle
Like a ghost it rose aloft
I waved a gentle breeze, I did
A whisper in the trees, I hid
A lullaby, to ease the lid
A silence, butter soft
I revelled in the night, I did
The void I’d cut for me
I edged the world in silhouette
With silver filigree
I felt dewdrops clustering
In beads about my face
The creeping glow of dawn, I spy
A purple hint of morning sky
An hour overdrawn, am I
And slightly out of place
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 6:53 PM UTC