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"reviving" poems
An early evening gust broke the back of the day's blaze Still 90 degrees at eight in orange haze Sweat runs down my neck Through the gorge between my ******* The wind lifts my linen shirt runs its hands along my sides reviving memory of Forest Park of a blanket in the grass Where the pines trace so many faces Crackling popping kids stolen matches, running screaming victorious! Blowing tin cans up with fire crackers Bicycles, sparklers, fireworks at dusk That whole afternoon I spent hammering caps Noise really makes us kids really especially annoying Mom wants us out! Gone! All of us! No needs. No excuses! No cookies! No slices of bologna! “No more Kool Aid! Out now! Out!” That evening I tried to dismiss the itchy sweat of stupid-sister-Suzy-matching-sun-suits at Gino's family picnic When some kid (I don't know?) between the rigatoni and the sweet corn Some kid tosses a sparkler into box of fireworks I don't know? whether to cry or laugh I was pretty scared Rockets going off across the lawn and onto porch Craze of colors through the trees Some at eye-level horror! But the sight of Aunt Nedda diving under picnic table Stockings, garter belt upended Capsized beyond her caring of uplifted dress Some images just stay with you, ya know? July 4th always lands for me on a firework's ***
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Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 1:34 AM UTC
July 4th Memories that Last
you are the center, the sun in the sky warming, lighting, guiding those below you are the core, the hub in the wheel forming, maintaining, strengthening the circle you are the earth, the bedrock beneath supporting, stabilizing, reinforcing our lives you are the reason for our being, our births, our lives nurturing, nourishing, caring for our hopes, our dreams you gather, sort the fruits, roots harvested from the land tending, stoking, reviving embers smothering in the hearth your strength transcends your body, your mind, your heart from the first child, to the last, your love, affection is forever you cradle, caress, kiss, comforting the child reassuring, protecting, shooing monsters away you are the strong, tough, steady woman in our lives fierceness of a lioness, tender as a kitten, loving her child
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Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC
strong tough steady woman
She stands at the door to your heart knocking, steadily Not seeking out your head but obsessed with your conscience, Curious to dominate every burn of your passions, And seek recognition wherever you register your presences. She seeks to work in your work and gain expression, She moves with her entire family of Love, Respect and Tolerance       In all your dealings with those of your kind; She demands you let her take the lead if you don't mind. "Oh! if only they see how much they need me", she cries, "Then humanity would not be ruled by these many lies". Make haste and open the door don't further delay, She sees your desolation and seeks to brighten your day. She stands at the door to your heart please listen, This reviving call must not escape your sense of reason, Redefine and restore human values is her major quest, Meet Dignity; give her your best and she'l fulfill the rest.
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 4:56 AM UTC
Meet Dignity
I keep licking my lips trying to re-taste you remember you. Using my tongue like a defibulator reviving the moment. Reliving the gentle soft press of the sweetest lips in the world.
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Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 8:41 AM UTC
Your Kiss
Platonic Love Song The wind in our hair as our lungs work Screaming out the lyrics to a teenage summer As we drive free, racing, to the waves and mountains Lights in our eyes and hands over hearts Youthful yearning fills us, as we get caught chasing the sky Her laughter fills my soul and she begins to dance While she wraps her arms around me, safe A fire blazes, but our smiles are what light up the night We make the stars jealous,  They beg for half of our shine Embers and vapour fill the air,  Hands trading drinks and smoke and care Music floats and lyrics sink in Lips trading stories and laughter and kisses Engines start, stop, jump, and rumble Her eyes gleam and shift, catching attention Hypnotising and beautiful,  They draw us in, keep us safe, and we ask to stay.  Let yourself love your friends. Let yourself stay with them.  She pumps music into our lives, her voice loud We dance to the wild tempo of our heartbeats Crass and catching, her voice settles in us Let people in, even when it’s hard. Let yourself love them.  She scrunches her face up and tosses in jokes, Making us smile at any price,  She helps us laugh the pain away.  Let people love you back.  I know it can be hard but... She covers her smile with a hand,  Else she’d blind us, but we’d be alright, If that could be the last thing we see If you aren’t in love with your friends, where is your absolution?  She swings her hips and we get lost in her lips, The gold on her skin, the brown in her eyes,  Entrancing on a new level, and we exalt If you aren’t in love with your friends, then something is wrong.  She grabs our hands, reviving and vital,  Her shoulders jump and so do we, she’s got us on our feet Her energy is infections, makes us forget imperfection.  If you aren’t in love with your friends, where are you spending your time?  Existing in a different state, but in the same hearts,  And we are all staring at the same jealous stars.  She feels like a home you’ve never been too.  If you aren’t in love with your friends, then you’re not doing it right.  Because for me, they define ride or die,  The first loves of my life, they mean open Open arms, open homes, open hearts They are coffee in the cold and make up in the night,  Empowerment in the dark and hope in the now.  Love isn’t just for spouses and partners,    Love is for those who you know with your heart,  Who’s soul touched yours, and said,  “Hey, it’s been a while. I missed you.”  And if you haven’t felt that yet then I’m sorry,  But don’t worry, you’ll find them.  And when you do, it will be like coming home.  And you’ll know.
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Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 3:00 PM UTC
Platonic Love Song
Platonic Love Song The wind in our hair as our lungs work Screaming out the lyrics to a teenage summer As we drive free, racing, to the waves and mountains Lights in our eyes and hands over hearts Youthful yearning fills us, as we get caught chasing the sky Her laughter fills my soul and she begins to dance While she wraps her arms around me, safe A fire blazes, but our smiles are what light up the night We make the stars jealous,  They beg for half of our shine Embers and vapour fill the air,  Hands trading drinks and smoke and care Music floats and lyrics sink in Lips trading stories and laughter and kisses Engines start, stop, jump, and rumble Her eyes gleam and shift, catching attention Hypnotising and beautiful,  They draw us in, keep us safe, and we ask to stay.  Let yourself love your friends. Let yourself stay with them.  She pumps music into our lives, her voice loud We dance to the wild tempo of our heartbeats Crass and catching, her voice settles in us Let people in, even when it’s hard. Let yourself love them.  She scrunches her face up and tosses in jokes, Making us smile at any price,  She helps us laugh the pain away.  Let people love you back.  I know it can be hard but... She covers her smile with a hand,  Else she’d blind us, but we’d be alright, If that could be the last thing we see If you aren’t in love with your friends, where is your absolution?  She swings her hips and we get lost in her lips, The gold on her skin, the brown in her eyes,  Entrancing on a new level, and we exalt If you aren’t in love with your friends, then something is wrong.  She grabs our hands, reviving and vital,  Her shoulders jump and so do we, she’s got us on our feet Her energy is infections, makes us forget imperfection.  If you aren’t in love with your friends, where are you spending your time?  Existing in a different state, but in the same hearts,  And we are all staring at the same jealous stars.  She feels like a home you’ve never been too.  If you aren’t in love with your friends, then you’re not doing it right.  Because for me, they define ride or die,  The first loves of my life, they mean open Open arms, open homes, open hearts They are coffee in the cold and make up in the night,  Empowerment in the dark and hope in the now.  Love isn’t just for spouses and partners,    Love is for those who you know with your heart,  Who’s soul touched yours, and said,  “Hey, it’s been a while. I missed you.”  And if you haven’t felt that yet then I’m sorry,  But don’t worry, you’ll find them.  And when you do, it will be like coming home.  And you’ll know.
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Goodluck everyheart That dances on timelines For a while, a short blink Of an eye between cascades Goodluck everyheart That now watches life As pure energy, watching Stars die, reviving stars In the impermanence of things Goodluck everyheart That runs on the lips of time Laughing and playing In the existence of routines Death comes to each one Like a sound, or the coming Of a silent storm, it’s natural To die, goodluck everyheart.
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Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
Goodluck Everyheart
The candle light flickers with such intimacy, Celeste bodies colliding in allure, Leaving only marks of compassion, Turbulence and vile noted under the moon light, As people envy our love in the other room, The charisma and sparkle in our synchronization, The heart melting and charming sensations, My feet limp and my head spins, With every stroke and touch that you trace along my back, Goose bumps seem to increment, ****** emerges that weaken the chains in my soul, Hangover Strengthening my love and awareness towards you, Enthralling enchant, Chamber of secrets revealed, A new dawn seen, Replete words, Embelleshed and kept, Diffusing angst and reviving love beat, Singing me deep lullabies as I sleep.
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Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC
A lovers paradise
Its in these waters, when I was merely a Parr Or as you might refer to me as a fry, This wise but young Brook Trout cruised the slow water with my kinfolk fry. Moving to and fro hiding among the biome vegetation The sunlight supported my living space and warmed my growth rings. I dart in and out of the oxygenated seams which help me flourish. Some days, I had to use stealth to outwit the pine marten and warblers, I shadowed the cattail and watched them fill their bellies with those around me. But I felt fate had a purpose for me to be something special. And When the time was right, I'd propel myself above the water into the night air. The large circle of orange light filled my eyes and the night sky was filled with luminary. I imagined what it must be like to live outside this riffle domain. This morning, through my refractory vision I spot some floating objects, And through an inherited sensory recall I can see these are hatching green Drakes. I immediately shoot to the surface and fill my stomach, then swim back to the undercut for cover. As the years pass by and maturity abounds,  I find my self settling in behind a large boulder Right at the tail out of the back eddy, providing me with an ample food supply. And it's here I prefer to live my life in the slow current, content and peaceful. And one day as I swam into the current seam, I spotted what appeared to be, A different looking bug with yellow belly,  so I make my move. He's not moving much so I decide to raise my head above the water line and sip. As I grab the hopper I start to slide back behind the boulder, When I feel a pinch, as if someone try's to pull me towards the surface I fight with all my might but this force proves to be stronger than I. It's now I realize a human reels me towards the shore line, and I'm fearful. This one called a human, grabs my tail and places his hand on my under belly. Pulling me from my home, he dislodges the hook from my mouth. I gasp for oxygen. He looks me over from nose to tail, smiles and says how beautiful I am. He looks me in the eye And says " This was a wonderful fight my friend, enjoy the rest of your life, He places me back in water, gently reviving me and finally lets me swim away. I dare to turn and look back at him for a moment and as he continues to watch me, I hear him say " I fish, knowing everyday on this stream is a gift."
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Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 3:59 PM UTC
The Tail Out - A Brook Trout Story
Its in these waters, when I was merely a Parr Or as you might refer to me as a fry, This wise but young Brook Trout cruised the slow water with my kinfolk fry. Moving to and fro hiding among the biome vegetation The sunlight supported my living space and warmed my growth rings. I dart in and out of the oxygenated seams which help me flourish. Some days, I had to use stealth to outwit the pine marten and warblers, I shadowed the cattail and watched them fill their bellies with those around me. But I felt fate had a purpose for me to be something special. And When the time was right, I'd propel myself above the water into the night air. The large circle of orange light filled my eyes and the night sky was filled with luminary. I imagined what it must be like to live outside this riffle domain. This morning, through my refractory vision I spot some floating objects, And through an inherited sensory recall I can see these are hatching green Drakes. I immediately shoot to the surface and fill my stomach, then swim back to the undercut for cover. As the years pass by and maturity abounds,  I find my self settling in behind a large boulder Right at the tail out of the back eddy, providing me with an ample food supply. And it's here I prefer to live my life in the slow current, content and peaceful. And one day as I swam into the current seam, I spotted what appeared to be, A different looking bug with yellow belly,  so I make my move. He's not moving much so I decide to raise my head above the water line and sip. As I grab the hopper I start to slide back behind the boulder, When I feel a pinch, as if someone try's to pull me towards the surface I fight with all my might but this force proves to be stronger than I. It's now I realize a human reels me towards the shore line, and I'm fearful. This one called a human, grabs my tail and places his hand on my under belly. Pulling me from my home, he dislodges the hook from my mouth. I gasp for oxygen. He looks me over from nose to tail, smiles and says how beautiful I am. He looks me in the eye And says " This was a wonderful fight my friend, enjoy the rest of your life, He places me back in water, gently reviving me and finally lets me swim away. I dare to turn and look back at him for a moment and as he continues to watch me, I hear him say " I fish, knowing everyday on this stream is a gift."
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The sun Is glad to see your face, Your unseen grace, Your Hidden space, Your Silhouette now covered in sun beams. It seems You've been Packed away for a very long time Its almost a crime how you've Shielded yourself from his hydrogenity. The sun Is glad to see your smile Your pearly whites And colorless lips Soft, Too cold, needing, Craving, warmth. His Golden fingers graze your cheek And Bring life back to your pallor. Who knew Living as a recluse would make you so blue, So unidentifiable? He Brings you back from the dead Pulling your soul back out into your flesh. Fresh And healed, At least Temporarily But it is enough, His touch, To liven your now tanning skin To Make you akin to his own: A sunflower Trapped in the dark 3 inches tall instead of 3 feet Now starting to grow beyond skyscrapers with his aid, if his light is what's causing you to Stand up straight His heat is what is reviving your heartbeat A Crescendo from silence to a slight pitter patter Almost as soft as rain. Almost as if crying. If you listen hard enough, You just might hear it wimpering, waking up from it's hibernation. It Wants to go back to sleep But he Refuses to give up his efforts of recesitation For he knows it isn't for naught, For he knows that it is working, Your heart stirring Beating Louder as you step further out of the door frame Let him Cradle your soul with his firey hands Let him Bring you back from the dead. You Look so much more alive when you let him work his magic on you. The world Has missed you. Looking around, Your mind starts whirring, Analysing The outside world. The Green of the grass and the Blue of the sky, All Graces of the solar angel shining over you, Shining into you. Giving you sight, Giving you life, Giving you the things you couldn't have before. Let his Golden happiness seep into your freezing bones, And, Turn them into torches And burn brighter, in the daylight Than you ever did in the darkness.
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Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 10:53 AM UTC
Silhouette in Sunbeams
The sun Is glad to see your face, Your unseen grace, Your Hidden space, Your Silhouette now covered in sun beams. It seems You've been Packed away for a very long time Its almost a crime how you've Shielded yourself from his hydrogenity. The sun Is glad to see your smile Your pearly whites And colorless lips Soft, Too cold, needing, Craving, warmth. His Golden fingers graze your cheek And Bring life back to your pallor. Who knew Living as a recluse would make you so blue, So unidentifiable? He Brings you back from the dead Pulling your soul back out into your flesh. Fresh And healed, At least Temporarily But it is enough, His touch, To liven your now tanning skin To Make you akin to his own: A sunflower Trapped in the dark 3 inches tall instead of 3 feet Now starting to grow beyond skyscrapers with his aid, if his light is what's causing you to Stand up straight His heat is what is reviving your heartbeat A Crescendo from silence to a slight pitter patter Almost as soft as rain. Almost as if crying. If you listen hard enough, You just might hear it wimpering, waking up from it's hibernation. It Wants to go back to sleep But he Refuses to give up his efforts of recesitation For he knows it isn't for naught, For he knows that it is working, Your heart stirring Beating Louder as you step further out of the door frame Let him Cradle your soul with his firey hands Let him Bring you back from the dead. You Look so much more alive when you let him work his magic on you. The world Has missed you. Looking around, Your mind starts whirring, Analysing The outside world. The Green of the grass and the Blue of the sky, All Graces of the solar angel shining over you, Shining into you. Giving you sight, Giving you life, Giving you the things you couldn't have before. Let his Golden happiness seep into your freezing bones, And, Turn them into torches And burn brighter, in the daylight Than you ever did in the darkness.
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It drifts as time moves The concentration the same, the fluid stretched thin Going from lake to creek Same material Different movement Different shape Reviving itself Lakes compound stagnation with benefits of submersion with risk of drowning Beware of drifting a base deprived of sun Creek is movement Life is passed through No depth Traded for flow and conservation Calming, no splashes Feels white, Visible trenches Gather your footing. Time is key, purpose fatal Each becomes the other Only if the path is given Evolution of matter Calming of peril, Understood change The muck of the chest runs babbling through the ditches of skin and bone Without this Movement Stops.
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Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 3:00 PM UTC
The Creek
the petrichor penetrating the heart's core from the earth crust When quenched, it's thirst blended in the gust of the summer breeze yes! it's summer rain! the petrichor, wish I could devour intangible invisible inaccessible yet i savour! the petrichor, released by the nature joyfully when the rain heals the burns, soothingly! the petrichor, intoxicating exhilarating reviving embracing me, like you???
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Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 4:59 AM UTC
The petrichor
You smirk for you think she's the dirtiest. BABOY. And you saw the clerk failed to punch the mentos and put it in the bag. You didn't tell. You cursed her and almost hit your LED TV with your coffee mug. MAGNANAKAW. You don't seem to remember one seminar you took two sandwiches   which you said you'd give one to your friend but didn't. You love the idea of putting her fellow thieves to jail HAYOP. Was it only yesterday when you stole the key to the test? You thought of reviving death penalty. MAGSAMA-SAMA KAYO SA IMPYERNO. And you timed in and were paid for the day's work which you never did.
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Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 9:00 PM UTC
Pork Barrel
Love is the scent with the lotus born. It is the silent choirs of petals Singing the winter’s harmony of uniform beauty. Love is the song of the soul, singing to God. It is the balanced rhythmic dance of planets - sun and moon lit In the skyey hall festooned with fleecy clouds – Around the sovereign Silent Will. It is the thirst of the rose to drink the sunrays And blush red with life. ‘Tis the promptings of the mother earth To feed her milk to the tender, thirsty roots, And to nurse all life. It is the urge of the sun To keep all things alive. Love is the unseen craving of the Mother Divine That took the protecting father–form, And that feeds helpless mouths With milk of mother’s tenderness. It is the babies’ sweetness, Coaxing the rain of parental sympathy To shower upon them. It is the lover’s unenslaved surrender to the beloved To serve and solace. It is the elixir of friendship, Reviving broken and bruised souls. It is the martyr’s zeal to shed his blood For the well-beloved fatherland. It is the ineffable, silent call of the heart to another heart. It is the God-drunk poet’s heartaches For every creature’s groans. Love is to enjoy the family rose of petal-beings, And thence to move to spacious fields - Passing by portals of social, national, international sympathy, On to the limitless Cosmic Home – To gaze with looks of wonderment, And to serve all that lives, still or moving. This is to know what love is. He knows who lives it. Love is evolution’s ameliorative call To the far-strayed sons To return to Perfection’s home. It is the call of the beauty – robed ones To worship the great Beauty. It is the call of God Through silent intelligences And starburst of feelings. Love is the Heaven Toward which the flowers, rivers, nations, atoms, creatures – you and I Are rushing by the straight path of action right, Or winding laboriously on error’s path, All to reach haven there at last.
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What is Love?
Love is the scent with the lotus born. It is the silent choirs of petals Singing the winter’s harmony of uniform beauty. Love is the song of the soul, singing to God. It is the balanced rhythmic dance of planets - sun and moon lit In the skyey hall festooned with fleecy clouds – Around the sovereign Silent Will. It is the thirst of the rose to drink the sunrays And blush red with life. ‘Tis the promptings of the mother earth To feed her milk to the tender, thirsty roots, And to nurse all life. It is the urge of the sun To keep all things alive. Love is the unseen craving of the Mother Divine That took the protecting father–form, And that feeds helpless mouths With milk of mother’s tenderness. It is the babies’ sweetness, Coaxing the rain of parental sympathy To shower upon them. It is the lover’s unenslaved surrender to the beloved To serve and solace. It is the elixir of friendship, Reviving broken and bruised souls. It is the martyr’s zeal to shed his blood For the well-beloved fatherland. It is the ineffable, silent call of the heart to another heart. It is the God-drunk poet’s heartaches For every creature’s groans. Love is to enjoy the family rose of petal-beings, And thence to move to spacious fields - Passing by portals of social, national, international sympathy, On to the limitless Cosmic Home – To gaze with looks of wonderment, And to serve all that lives, still or moving. This is to know what love is. He knows who lives it. Love is evolution’s ameliorative call To the far-strayed sons To return to Perfection’s home. It is the call of the beauty – robed ones To worship the great Beauty. It is the call of God Through silent intelligences And starburst of feelings. Love is the Heaven Toward which the flowers, rivers, nations, atoms, creatures – you and I Are rushing by the straight path of action right, Or winding laboriously on error’s path, All to reach haven there at last.
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The formulae for well being is found in those memories, a preparedness to unearth yesterday's yearbooks; which releases those far flung controls of analogue,  resurrecting belt driven record players to play Starbuck and Brothers Johnson reviving  '76, mentally speeding on pristine motorways, buzzing by on a chevy  corvette humming to the suggestive "Afternoon Delight" vying with your Radio's antenna.
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Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 7:05 AM UTC
Gateway 1976
Regrets, they come in waves and break around his feet And he begins to wonder who he might have been Had roads diverged in different woods and fields Not yellow or yet any colour still unseen But clearer now by day than windless nights Still nearer than the objects of his dreams It'd rained late into the evening, and when the lights were shaded Around the pool outside and with the windows shuttered He'd thrown on loose clothes, flicked open an umbrella While high outside the stars the lightning flashes muttered Pulled open doors that led to the veranda And moved outside once more with all his thoughts unuttered The smoke, from fires on Java lies heavy on his senses An omen of the time of year and of the past condition He shrugs, ***** in the acidic nighttime odors Reviving lives not lived but revealing his admission That time beyond the present that mirrors every movement Within, without, and yet again, the flicker of suspicion. The pistol in his pocket, illegal not unloaded A symbol of his state of mind and by  his sole discretion He kneels beside the water, deep-set and in the shadows Lips forming wordlessly around the last confession Images of where and what and who and why and whether A portent of that final action, sensing and impression The smoke from fires on Java lies heavy on the water The reek of cordite mixing with the smell of burning grasses Indignant birds protest the crack of one small set expulsion The echo round the swimming pool reverberates and passes Nothing more and nothing less and time and space and matter Slick red upon the treacherous tiles, the shattered bloodied glasses.
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Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 6:19 AM UTC
Fires On Java
Regrets, they come in waves and break around his feet And he begins to wonder who he might have been Had roads diverged in different woods and fields Not yellow or yet any colour still unseen But clearer now by day than windless nights Still nearer than the objects of his dreams It'd rained late into the evening, and when the lights were shaded Around the pool outside and with the windows shuttered He'd thrown on loose clothes, flicked open an umbrella While high outside the stars the lightning flashes muttered Pulled open doors that led to the veranda And moved outside once more with all his thoughts unuttered The smoke, from fires on Java lies heavy on his senses An omen of the time of year and of the past condition He shrugs, ***** in the acidic nighttime odors Reviving lives not lived but revealing his admission That time beyond the present that mirrors every movement Within, without, and yet again, the flicker of suspicion. The pistol in his pocket, illegal not unloaded A symbol of his state of mind and by  his sole discretion He kneels beside the water, deep-set and in the shadows Lips forming wordlessly around the last confession Images of where and what and who and why and whether A portent of that final action, sensing and impression The smoke from fires on Java lies heavy on the water The reek of cordite mixing with the smell of burning grasses Indignant birds protest the crack of one small set expulsion The echo round the swimming pool reverberates and passes Nothing more and nothing less and time and space and matter Slick red upon the treacherous tiles, the shattered bloodied glasses.
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I could write love poems for days Yet not once have I been in love (With someone else that is) I could write a book of sonnets With no one to recite them to (Except to myself of course) I can preach about the danger in our love And the joys in our heartache Because I am a Narcissist who hates myself I am an utmost contradiction An antithesis, an oxymoron (or maybe just a ***** full stop) Either way I have loved myself The way the moon loved the sun And yet I've destroyed myself The way Mt Visuvius destroyed pompeii Relentless, and still gentle, A beautifully tragic mess. Self love turns to self hate With the flip of a switch of my bedroom lights Light turns to dark And I turn into my own worst nightmare Becoming my own demons And when morning comes And I'm so bloodied and bruised, Ill nurse my broken body tenderly Reviving my former self I'll look in the mirror and see The only friend, the only lover, the only person That has ever stayed And i'll remember why I love who I am And how I am strong, Stronger than my demons, Than my own thoughts , And stronger than myself.
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Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 6:52 AM UTC
A love poem to myself
I'm not living, I am surviving. Every time I die, I keep reviving.
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Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 8:03 AM UTC
Dead
Nobody knows who Mona Lisa is in reality Oh Leonardo my love you need not tell that I come to see you invariably  in your dreams reviving our first kiss No I shall not pronounce the last each and every painful farewell rhymes an onomatopoeic verse of please stays and stay this time Please I know that you can if you make it such that truth belongs to everyone All as one made of our love spirit born as You and I will gaze through lifetimes and generations long exchange love to love be of yours and theirs there is no difference really when each look carries the code of your of my of our   and mirror their enlightened face.
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Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 5:37 PM UTC
Mona Lisa Stripped Bare
So this is as it was, the old wound still itches Glimpses of your face and my heart still twitches If time heals all wounds then what am I to do When my life has been frozen Since last I saw You soften your eyes as they flickered to mine Skirted the contact then burned deep inside Gritting my teeth in the pleasurable pain A razor machete in welcome invasion Expertly wielded through my jungle of thoughts Clearing a path and discovering My soul lost in Your damp forest of evergreen trees Rooting my soil and growing up through me Bringing fresh life to my stagnant dirt Oxygenating the air of my earth Reversing pollution, reviving, refreshing, Regressing the growth of the thorns in my flesh and Cutting the cancer that I might live, Leaving your legacy scars. So this is as it was, the wound still itches Glimpses of your hand and my heart still twitches If time heals all then what can I do Since my death was frozen When last I felt you.
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Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 4:22 PM UTC
Liquid Nitrogen
The boards creak and moan from time and poor carpentry The nails gripped by aged wood have become crust collected and shrunken to form The bare walls once displayed the smiling faces of past eons but now there are only the faded remnants of square foundations of lives that once hung on the wall The stairs complain like an old man from unsubstantiated fears The second floor seems solid only responding to the remarks of my shoes The old bedroom once the center of attraction overlooks the buckled sidewalks and **** infested yards of a street that now has no cars or people passing by I stand in silence for the moment and the moment stands silent for me And for that moment I lay in time's eternal graveyard in hopes of reviving dead dreams
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Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 5:35 AM UTC
The old home
Steaming, pale pink, moments ago these rosebuds were sleeping, dried, unfragrant. Now, like a single paper flower that blossoms from within its scrubbed clam shell, held together lightly, then opening slowly in its requisite, tall, crystalline glass of water, these tiny buds are softening, unfurling, reviving, intoxicating me with this heady, womanly scent, and moistening my face as I lean over this healing brew you sent for me. Born of humans, linked to me by human blood and a shared, ancient selkie ancestry, wise, beautiful, deep eyes, flowing dark hair, blessings pour forth from you in all, and every moment, of your gentle, earnest, worshiping life. Kinswoman to my open heart, to our ceaseless inquiries into sacred mysteries, your power to transform finds me wherever I am.
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Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 3:22 PM UTC
Cel Du
I measured time in heartbeats and length by how far your fingers traced on my skin. Time passed like sultry summer nights and length was as far as the night stars that kept us company. Every second was one I tried to keep safe instead of cherish. I wish you’d still wrap your hands around mine as tight as you do your morning tea. Because you are my pulmonary veins, carrying all the broken parts I give and returning them alive. Reviving blood as dense as lead, warming it like the sunrise I used to feel you in. But now I can only battle eyelids that drop like anchors near shallow shores; trying to find the footing your eyes once gave (still give). And you might call me a liar, but it felt like forever to me. I still measure time in heartbeats but length by how far you feel from me. And right now time moves as quick as early mornings, and length is farther than I’d like.
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Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 9:52 PM UTC
you make measurements subjective
At the old market place, there is a locksmith The slipshod ancient road leads to his shop In the business of repairing locks and making keys For almost half a century, a dedicated soul Right from a tender age he picked up the skills Accompanying his father, to learn the tricks of the trade Slowly he became adept at repairing the locks Like a wizard, replicating the keys, for those have lost it His name spread quite afar, for people sought his help In times of trouble, as they were locked out of homes and shops He knew the heart of each and every lock Reviving at the touch of his dexterous hands As if he used to command the locks to open at his will Like a ring master at the circus Each and every key combination were memorized by him Recalling them like a mathematical genius With the permutation and combinations, he found the magic numbers He wielded the keys like the archer’s precision Always hitting the bulls-eye He knew each and every house in the town For, over the years, everyone had come to him for help He was the only one who knew the key to open any lock © Amitav (Radiance)
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May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 10:04 AM UTC
The Locksmith
A shadow runs, from your eyes, What is this fear that in you resides? A shadow indeed, but of peace, So let the shrill worries cease! Dance as this mystery does so far See her gleaming tresses flare! See the starlight in her eyes! See her footsteps light as skies! Feel the Summer greens grown strong, Around her garments in many a throng! Feel the silky mantle soft and blue, that was made fair from nature true! Feel the love within your soul! Feel the joy as it runs and rolls! Hear the songs she sings at night that nightingales hearken to with reviving might! Hear her voice clear as her mind that is ever peaceful and kind! Hear the silver footsteps so! Through Fire, Air, Water, Earth she might go! Smell the Fragrance of her mane of newborn life and rain forest same! Smell her cloak so elven bright that might send you into the light! Smell the fragrance of her hands to wisp you far to distant lands! Taste the bounties she hath made within the might of her den and glade! Taste the fresh air 'round her sky that is free, and will not die! Taste the tear of this maiden wise and be free from death's woeing demise! And through all of this I say "May I join you amidst your fray?" And she, says with grace, "My dear, you must become a Wicca, clean and clear! Love all! Harm None! Feel the cold of the moon and the warmth of the Sun! Join my circle brethren! And we shall sing forever, with no end!
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Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 9:25 AM UTC
Wiccans
You're my breath of fresh air, filling my lungs, Like a deep inhale of mountain air, pure and strong. You make my heart feel alive and free, My breath of fresh air, you're everything to me. You're the open window in a stuffy room, Chasing away doubt, clearing away all the gloom. Like cool air on a crisp morning's wind, You clear the fog and let the light in. You're my breath of fresh air on a sweltering day, Reviving my soul with every touch, come what may. You do so much, my heart's truest cure, Like a forest after rain, every moment fresh and pure. You're the gentle wind that stirs the still, Bringing vibrant energy, my heart you fill. My breath of fresh air, beyond compare, You breathe life to my heart, you're always there.
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Sep 7, 2025
Sep 7, 2025 at 9:24 PM UTC
My breath of fresh air