"shadowman" poems
●Sunken to my basalisk heart●
○the drums of nebula bursting○
•Saturn sliding down my shoulder•
°-Lupus circling the lunar fire-°
◇A flask of ivory,◇
¤in the diamond flesh.¤
•This mirror glinting•,
○Steel jaws meet my **neck.○**
~Casting amethyst over
my hair.~
| Reflections scratching at the mist. |
____________________
**"You look lovely covered in
words."**
A luminous face, pale and lean.
Spirited as foxes, a shadowman in
gunpowder chain.
Ghost.
*"I think you mean sleeves of
poetry."*
.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
She was the dream that never ended
Her garden was always well tended
Technicolor flowers and trees
Birds and bees.
But in the distance the shadowman danced
when the sun set in the sky
He spoke about the whereabouts of the moonchild
Their child together
A link they couldn’t sever
For they were divorced and divided
The shadows grew when the moonchild rose
The shadowman had the night, she had the day
But the shadowman kept the child from her
if the child chose it would be midnight forever
and the shadowman was manipulative and clever
His son he always spoilt with many gifts
but his son the moonchild sleeps and dreams of his mother
He will never hurt her or any other.
But sometimes on an eclipse
the moonchild steals the suns light
and his father and mother fight
But he always gives it back.
because the light of the Sun is blinding to the moonchild
and he has to let it go
So the sun will again glow.
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 7:23 AM UTC
I never want to be a shadowman burned into a wall
Ashes falling down
rubble everywhere.
Enola gay I wish you hadn't come
you brought the light
you brought the sun.
A peaceful mans dreams of numbers and things
turns to that
that haunts our dreams at night
that haunts our dreams at day
and turns us against each other.
Apr 14, 2010
Apr 14, 2010 at 7:13 AM UTC
Uzzi, did you fade away
or did you go somewhere to pray?
Some thought that your heart is a playground for fools
until you shut its door and wiped it clean of stulls.
Demons tortured you from within
because of thine hidden sin;
angels carried you on their wings
so that you can eat with kings.
Even in the darkness you shine as light,
although, it is difficult overcoming the fight.
No glory for the shadowman
except he accepts a better clan.
The future isn't far,
it isn't a journey of a car.
Your life became new
when you got rid of the former crew.
The past is past, ahead is ahead,
make merry and enjoy thine daily bread.
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 1:12 PM UTC
Guide me;
in every breath you take,
there’s a nightfall waiting
for me on the inside.
Engulf me;
in every moonlit corner
of your soul, promise
me the stars you hide.
Lead me away;
I feel your pulse in the
darkness; my lips move
with the beat of your heart.
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC
There once was a shadow who thought he was a man,
He made his empty bed in a shame of familiars,
For years if not an eternity he never did one single thing,
He contemplated creativity in all its smoke and mirrors,
His only credo was padding his unknowing, limp ego,
Got a gig, speaking before a throng of other shadows,
He rewrote the crook about his own insignificances, suddenly
Nothing's became every things, all was sorely well in the bleak
Under toes. Shadowman had found his stage, had rearranged
Chaos and insignificance to the point of no enlightenments,
No regrets. What a sage!
Shadowman aped, traced, spewed in studied literature,
Experienced, faith, trust, fidelity, danced numbers,
In a cellophane pack with all the added extras included,
Found that reflecting words only got in his narcissistic way,
Left the California sun for the New York lowlands
Of the east, that only shine after the hurricane's
Deluge. Shadowman has reams of flesh plastered
On a mall of wallowing sites only Shadowmen frequent,
Modern is the moly man who makes his own myth.
Shadowman has traveled to the great southern climes
Where hotels of shade tell tales of locals and enlightenment is in a drug
Called something South American or other? A drug so smug it is a plug
For his dun holy soul. Shadowman is only a silhouette of himself.
He freely gives seminars to the lame, chained to themselves freely,
Where all the vain echoes are chambered, embodied, entombed.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC
lived in the shadows
far too long
hiding from the truth
hating and believing
i was something i'm not
afraid of being discovered
a fraud
now the smoke has cleared
the flames now breath
licking and stinging
ashes now the mess i made
fearless and
ablaze
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 10:19 PM UTC
.
There once was a shadow who thought he was a man,
He made his empty bed in a shame of familiars,
For years if not an eternity he never did one single thing,
He contemplated creativity in all its smoke and mirrors,
His only credo was padding his unknowing, limp ego,
Got a gig, speaking before a throng of other shadows,
He rewrote the crook about his own insignificances, suddenly
Nothing's became every things, all was sorely well in the bleak
Under toes. Shadowman had found his stage, had rearranged
Chaos and insignificance to the point of no enlightenments,
No regrets. What a sage!
Shadowman aped, traced, spewed in studied literature,
Experienced, faith, trust, fidelity, danced numbers,
In a cellophane pack with all the added extras included,
Found that reflecting words only got in his narcissistic way,
Left the California sun for the New York lowlands
Of the east, that only shine after the hurricane's
Deluge. Shadowman has reams of flesh plastered
On a mall of wallowing sites only Shadowmen frequent,
Modern is the moly man who makes his own myth.
Shadowman has traveled to the great southern climes
Where hotels of shade tell tales of locals and enlightenment is in a drug
Called something South American or other? A drug so smug it is a plug
For his dun holy soul. Shadowman is only a silhouette of himself.
He freely gives seminars to the lame, chained to themselves freely,
Where all the vain echoes are chambered, embodied, entombed.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 2:06 PM UTC
*Your face is unknown
you must be out there
Shadowman I have sown
created in my mind out of thin air
You have no name
yet we dance in the rain
bodies close like the flame
that burns our eternal reign
Perhaps you only exist
within the confines of my head
I reach for you, only to touch mist
I dance alone, nothing need be said*
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 11:38 PM UTC
Shadow man stalks on
Waiting to map a reprieve
Thither and thither he goes
Roaming through a seige
Farther and farther he leans
Cursing the wind
Staring the sun
But closer and closer
His shadow stalks
Stalking the very essence of his existence
Shadow man
Ovi Odiete 2018...
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 4:35 PM UTC