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Sibyl Apr 2015
Tear asunder

the hatred and disbelief

and you will find a sapling

crawling under your skin

digging deeper as you breathe

finding its way to your heart.

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Close your eyes

and feel your pulse

as it weakens every moment

finding light from deep within

as the blood

gush and wreathe

In your soul that has been rifted apart.

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Rest your mind

and think

of the carcasses that has once surrounded you

and how long the time has been

when you pulled the sword out of its sheathe

and the battle has yet to start.
A poem of reflection.
betterdays Mar 2014
if you drill down,
past the hair,
flesh and bone.

into my mind
where the ego
and id  reside.
then turn to the left,
and follow the i.q.
down the alley,
you will find
a place.

where on thrones of
cogitating thoughts,
king big questions asked,
reigns in conjunction,
with, queen yet unanswered.

they watch with interest benign,
over a field of  an eternal tourney,
split roughly down the middle
by a chasm quite wide.

on one side
of the gorge is arrayed,
the banners of philosophy.
at the vanguard,
the epistemological knights;
plato, descartes, ferrier,
kant, hume,spinoza
and bosanquet.
the major forces ride beneath the banners, of their schools of thought.
followed by the lesser lights,
and those,
obscure or forgotten,
who walk at the rear,carrying the gear and
to set the tent poles.

as to the other side,
that is given to,
the seminaries of religion;
bhuddism, taoism,
islam, hindu, juche,
rastafarian, sikh, diasporic, parsis, tenrikyo,
judaism and christianity
with all its clans.
they array themselves in cadres,
according to belief.
and to the rear,
there rides,
an interesting guerilla band,
of intertestemantals,
about 3 or 4 hundred years wide.
these are the few who are  accounted for,
when god spoke nothing,
or perhaps
a lot but the message just got lost.
they number in their disparate clan,
alexander the great, ptolemy, the hellanic masses, seluecids, maccabeans, hasmoeans
and pompey the great,
not all, but the noteworthy.

across the divide,
by arrowing thought
were fought rallies of acumen
and battles of wit
and occasionally,
a persipacious fire was lit.

but there is one more player,
to mention.
apathy,
the great hulking ******,
who for want of gumption, and get up and go,
sat crouched,
(quite uncomfortably so)
on a spire.
made of mediocracy,
cemented by woe,
in the iddle of the rifted abyss.
unable to decide
with which team to go.
another 3word writing
exercise
epistemological
intertestimantels
abyss
Rain-diamonds, this winter morning, embellish the tangle of unpruned pear-tree twigs; each solitaire, placed, it appearrs, with considered judgement, bears the light beneath the rifted clouds -- the indivisible shared out in endless abundance.
Alexis calls me cruel;
  The rifted crags that hold
The gathered ice of winter,
  He says, are not more cold.

When even the very blossoms
  Around the fountain's brim,
And forest walks, can witness
  The love I bear to him.

I would that I could utter
  My feelings without shame;
And tell him how I love him,
  Nor wrong my ****** fame.

Alas! to seize the moment
  When heart inclines to heart,
And press a suit with passion,
  Is not a woman's part.

If man comes not to gather
  The roses where they stand,
They fade among their foliage;
  They cannot seek his hand.
Huge elm, with rifted trunk all notched and scarred,
Like to a warrior’s destiny! I love
To stretch me often on thy shadowed sward,
And hear the laugh of summer leaves above;
Or on thy buttressed roots to sit, and lean
In careless attitude, and there reflect
On times and deeds and darings that have been—
Old castaways, now swallowed in neglect,—
While thou art towering in thy strength of heart,
Stirring the soul to vain imaginings
In which life’s sordid being hath no part.
The wind of that eternal ditty sings,
Humming of future things, that burn the mind
To leave some fragment of itself behind.
LACS Feb 2012
Think
That I'm inclined
Think me blind
Do you?

Think me only your child
Think of the last time you truly smiled at me

Think of the time when I came to you with trust
Now all that you've made between us is rust

Think
Me naive
Think me to believe
You're the only one right

Think me only young
Think of last night and your words that stung

Think of the night when I came to you with hope
Now all that you've made is us fail to cope

But perhaps this is what you think of me?
I rifted our family

But all I want is for you to know
That your words can be painful
So that you might change them
them & their tone

I just want you to love your daughter
The way you used to do
When I knew...
capo 7

em - g - c
Rintato May 2019
Although a being,

But of different country.

Rifted between by language,

Yet connected through unified heart.

Sharing smiles and cries,

Fighting stress and depression.

Together we have been,

Through thick and thin.

Thank you for all the times

And accompaint you have been.
Do comment
King Panda Aug 2018
sheen spreads from
light blue paranoia—a rainbow,
tough magical, slippery, and krilled

to enter all but my mouth would seem ungrateful

rain, lighthouse, big money,
and the shade of fish approaching

the rope
now shredded, wet braids
to loosen and snap swatched opal
peeping, peering, ripping larger
with the rifted water

and so goes slicing red
Ottar Jan 2015
doing things that bring joy and sing in a soul
sounds, like laughter from a child's first chuckle
heals wounds in a tired rifted heart, no more tolls
to be paid, no trolls to slay, oh but some buckle

Under the load

juggle thoughts of what to do, while doing nothing, makes stew
and the juices, bitter tasting as they simmer with too much heat
pieces of another's life, pursuits that sound good but don't get, To Do
knowing not how to get the words out, eating uncooked raw meat

To Feed the Soul
Haddie Brenner May 2017
Dry, cracked, fractured.
Broken, barren, fissured.
Raptured, sliced, split.
Rifted, carved, slit.
Cut, torn, weathered.
Slashed, hacked, severed.
Chopped, gashed, ripped.
Gouged, lanced, clipped.
Safana Mar 2023
Read red rounded 
Red rooms rifted 
Red-cap rendered.
But,
The broom brings bright
The bright brought broom
Both of them bring booms.
The booms of happiness
to me and you and you.

— The End —