"rifted" poems
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.
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
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.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 5:37 PM UTC
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.
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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.
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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.
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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...
Feb 20, 2012
Feb 20, 2012 at 12:18 AM UTC
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
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC
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.
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 11:49 AM UTC
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
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 11:18 PM UTC
Dry, cracked, fractured.
Broken, barren, fissured.
Raptured, sliced, split.
Rifted, carved, slit.
Cut, torn, weathered.
Slashed, hacked, severed.
Chopped, gashed, ripped.
Gouged, lanced, clipped.
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 4:56 PM UTC