"seemless" poems
A beautiful soul,
so lost in the haze.
Only ever gifted,
dirt,
grit,
and graves.
You fight for your passions,
and breath your beliefs.
Your voice is so boundless,
seemless,
unique!
The trials are endless,
the outcome seems bleak.
Yet
you have something to hold onto,
and something you seek.
This challenge won't be the last,
but when it's complete.
There will not be a single foe,
you cannot defeat.
With this being said,
and fortunes being read.
I'll ask,
how do you feel?
And If you,
being here,
feeling,
breathing this air,
is even ******* real?
Then i have no questions,
and I need not answer.
And without any qualms,
we can't create cancer.
But without random deaths,
how can we live?
and with no sense of love,
why would one give?
Just find out
what made you,
the way that you are.
Then no one can tell you,
that you've gone too far.
To far from your goals,
to far from your dreams.
These "outlandish ideas"
aren't as far as they seem.
So keep it in close,
this love for your art.
And never stop feeding,
the beat in your heart.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 11:03 PM UTC
A created moral aspect of human awareness imbedded deep within the hearts and minds of mankind.
Who's sympathetic to the pain and suffering of others, aspirating the need to reach forward with compassion.
Feeling the sorrows of the poverty stricken and the ill afflicted soul as one struggle to extend his hands in alms while his strength quickly diminishes.
Even the impiety of the ungodly, feels the remorse of the neglected, has they take sight of a weak child who struggle to place a grain of rice into her savoring mouth.
While the tears of one who's compassionate, are channel through his ducts, forming a matrix of a salty saline solution that falls like the morning dew from a leaf.
The life around her fragile body falls dramatically as she watches her under nourish flesh wrap around her tiny bones while holding on to a seemless life that holds no promise.
A vulture wait patiently with anticipation and eagerness for carrion, as her emaciated body collapse in preparation to sleep soundly in the afterlife.
By no means shall you attain righteousness unless you give of that which you love and whatever you give, of a truth, God is all knowing.
May 1, 2012
May 1, 2012 at 3:07 AM UTC
spelling backwards through time,
stroke by blurry stroke
a maiden's coal-black hair regales
the flattery from her lips... and so the doom
-- and boon of a crimson warrior's arm --
was drawn from speech a flame,
and kindled mind to burn away for lust,
one speaker fed and doubly fraught
by goddess's
invention brought
to give away his name and trust,
for doppelgangers' games
and beauty
to consent~
that trollish abysm our aching selfhood
deems unworthy, war can celebrate:
iconic genius symbol may encourage,
it may remembrance windows of our history~
but only breath, and inner sight so keen
on solid strength of living fact
can triumph in the plain!
some semblance of an older wisdom
strains to orate still, and lust itself afar,
but brawn and tested fibrous body build
must turn the page of time;
and this, to know the truth withstood
that vision
of a perfect youth
forever,
one start and line without an end,
a floating dance of pulling under waves
that never waves as being surely does
like no ancient-honest country-prophet ever saw--
thus, remnants of the wisdom from a fallen mind;
and so he fell to her and had not her for long...
she had a wider window, immortal panes,
this temptress
suppleness of limb to shock
and shake the bones of foolish learning,
that thinks itself imbued with everlasting fame.
it was a mossy light
of eyelash shine
and sheen
to woo
the wisdom out,
electric sense to lure the hapless sap
into a brutish trap: to learn alone the
atheletes pathos, relearn the heart-race
from a chest of seemless vigour,
from lungs of endless winds
and legs of trunkish growth the
channels and the prism of an empty skull
instead of learned ships and foolish mimes of finer times--
he does the bidding of her will.
.
Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 5:46 PM UTC
[for Joe Cole's prompt]
~~~
Grain of sand?
I have no remembrance
of me being a grain of sand.
All I can tell you about
is this me you can see:
this glassy transparence,
a melted me,
metamorphosed
by fire.
Seemless frontier,
I can't but to split
daring to reach
the other side.
Grief, from this
sandy longing?
Yes, you may
say that's me.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC
Coiling round the telephone wire.
Seemless, where does one meet
The other's end?
Incessant ramblings into the answer machine.
Nothing, speaking with heavy eyes
Call me
If you get this?
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC
I would be amiss
Iffen I were to dismiss
What a seemless bliss
What a lie is this
To pretend that I don't miss
Our soft and gentle....
Silence on my lips
Though my heart's Gaurd lay remiss
A good man's premiss
My soul beckons, "Bis"
I guess what I'm saying is
Wonderful was our....
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 3:29 AM UTC
They use their pretty faces everyday
And look with disapproval to the slightest display of self expression
But there is always a seemless crack
Hidden by lyes of the past and false promises of the future
Flonting their pretty face in the presence of a king
Masquerading their rotting corpses by disguising it with an expensive coffin
As for all the pretentious souls, those pretty faces aren't so pretty, behind the closed doors of solitude
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 11:38 PM UTC
I wont survive the winter
in your English garden of love;
where rosebuds melt to thorns,
and benches turn to bound splinter.
Nothing left except to part
with hollow sentiments exchanged,
silly words rearranged.
No substance in them, no heart.
You aren't even there anymore
with empty concrete bird baths,
choked by brown vineyards.
No paths left to explore.
No real goodbye, just a note
explaining why in so few words,
empty even when bursting seemless.
I wonder why you ever wrote.
The darkest shadow of last November
unwinds around too calloused hearts;
until black crows flee chilled.
No summer heat left to remember.
No moon or stars beneath the cloud.
No slanderous words thrown at our feet.
No simple hymn to hum defeat.
No one even to wrap the shroud.
Jun 7, 2012
Jun 7, 2012 at 4:20 PM UTC
There are no blackouts for us
transitions; seemless
one waking daydreaming monologue to the next
no cut or redo
for me & you.
Deuterogenists.
Astrology and Escapology;
You dream and I disappear.
but it seems that we were casted together
This isn't stage fright- its fear.
It's rude to say the extra's
weren't needed. But its true.
I guess the light always burned brighter,
when it was just us two.
Act I through to V
lasted our life
encore? no more.
I'll retire a gray fox and you my partner in crime.
Lets see what our final scene
has in store.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 4:46 AM UTC
A seemless trail
plays to the audience
undressed could tomorrow
even wipe your brow ?
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 6:59 PM UTC
Good Bye Old Charms
Free Unto Another Star
Completion Ridicule
Released
For a Moon
That Ever Cares
Embrace of
Light and Dark
Seemless Beginnings
Reimagined Openings
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 5:21 AM UTC
Do you like the sense of falling down
From up above the sky?
While running a music in your ears
and you are light as
you just puffed a cigarette
and put out your lighter back to
pocket.
I feel so
When you talk late night to me
sitting facing eachother
Murmuring untangled words,
why I love night and you
like watching circles of cigarettes
Hovering in room. Burning unintentionally.
I like that smell of you
Beautiful and seemless.
Crying of darkness outside
doesn't bother you anymore
We can understand it.
I love to keep falling.
Again and again.
Seeing ending with a beginning.
I love the sky and it never falls.
you fall
on my lap but it doesn't save you
from the thunder of the day
You don't sleep there.
You sob there.
My moon you always shine
and you speak madness.
Can you let me fall tonight,
with the music you played late
holding hands tighter
and fall asleep like kid?
We will burn our flowers next time.
May 6, 2021
May 6, 2021 at 4:03 PM UTC
A blade slices deftly through thin skin,
Not intentionally
Though then, it would have been much less surpising.
But caught unaware, now becoming all the more observant,
With the terrible dread of what's to come.
And, for a single, endless moment, there is no blood
Just a fleshy interruption
Of an otherwise unbroken landscape.
A seemless pattern of lines with almost imperceptible depth
Split by one harsh fissure.
By comparison, stretching deep into the world below.
Panic and wonder and excitement at the ****
A new formation on the old plain
The possibility to make one different.
The skew of lines are unique,
But the marks formed by old pains
Have far more to say.
In another moment, the blood comes,
The brilliance passed
In the maroon tumult from the chasm.
Awe passes to action,
To stop the flow
Effort to restore the expanse to its uncut perfection,
Or better yet,
To skip straight to finding beauty again
In the resplendent scar.
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC
Good Bye Old Charms
Free Unto Another Star
Completion Ridicule
Released
For a Moon
That Ever Cares
Embrace of
Light and Dark
Seemless Beginnings
Reimagined Openings
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 9:33 AM UTC
Within the darkness of the room. All I see is blank space. Or rather filled with the foulness of humanities evil and corruption. But deep inside that room. Within all the corruption, there is a light. A hope. A soul so pure and refined that it seems as though it would blind me with lust and impurity. But in fact it would cause all the darkness and dread in my life to vanish. Nothing remaining of them except distant memories. Just memories. No more could they hold me back. Make me want to hide myself from the world, lest I lose control and surrender to the impotent thoughts. And I see you now. And I know there is a way. A path. A hope. To escape the never ending pain and sorrow. All it takes is looking upon your seemless eyes. So beautiful and luminous that from miles away you could still see every tiny detail on them. I could gaze into your gorgeous pupils, that seem to be a never ending hole. But yet it's not a hole. Rather a way to your heart. The hope. Then there is your bright and shining hair. That flows like water in the breeze. It projects the light miles away to destroy the evil in this world. And then your smile... Which even these words defile how spectacular a sight it is. How they glow in the shade of the corruption. Breaking through them like a hammer on glass. Nothing can stop your smile from making any day special. And even with all these things. I don't need them to be happy and free from the corruption. All I need. Is the mere thought of you. And everything else disappears.
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 2:35 PM UTC