"solemnness" poems
I can feel the loneliness deep inside
the half-shaped moon, stripped, scorched, destroyed,
shifting, scrambled diction, hazy nonfiction, drifting
consonants and vowels lingering in meaningless
frames, confined in a sleepless state, searching for
its missing outer being to make it complete,
quivering in solemnness, struggling for freedom
and perfection, conflicting science crumbling without
reason, evaporating equations swallowed into unfamiliar
places, sunken history tumbling into the depths of the abyss,
disconnected from the great milky clouds and glorious
sun, its wandering metaphors hovering in some unknown
distant kingdom, in the depths of a solitary dungeon, dying
of its creative invention, broken sounds sluggishly surfacing
for air, fading shadows seeping further out into the inner wave
of Saturn, its decaying reflection changing between time
and space, rising and falling in forgotten eternities,
declining in rhyme and harmonizing patterns,
as shattered lovers diminish apart from one another,
locked away in frigid and featureless mazes, drowned galaxies
floating in sinking outer spaces, vivid blackness surrounding
its sunken design, lost languages falling apart into split and hidden
dimensions, swimming in stuttering syllables across the crimson seas.
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 8:23 PM UTC
My solitude comforts
Doubt, like a lover's lie.
His fickled fingered
Digits chokes my heart.
Second guessings elevated
to thirds, fifths, and sevenths.
Crippling and seducing
what ego and self reliance
I have, away.
My solitude that comforts
Doubt. Betrays me.
I have no solemnness
nor reassurance.
I can not banish Him
I never welcome Him
But yet He stays.
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 4:18 AM UTC
She was beautiful.
The moment I was graced with her presence the air became a warm, calming breeze. It took me over in the way an ocean wave would. I’d been with her for five minutes before I wanted to undress her. Not in the way which her black lace dripped over her shoulder exposing her sun kissed skin. I wanted to undress her in the way which she was naked and exposed in the light of her own essence. I desired to know what dark day allowed her eyes to read such solemnness. I clung to know of the day that gave light to the darkness & allowed her eyes to twinkle of the stars.
She read books in the dim light corner of her faux leather chair surrounded by plants. Gleaming to the light as if she was the only reflection of its pure form. I’d been admiring her from the across the room as she grazed up the pages of her latest novel.
She always looked to have known something more than that was ever said. I swear, there was a whisper through the crack of her bay window. The wind breathing secrets to her instead of air.
The way she smirked led you to know that she knew of something you never would. I’d never have known what love was but looking at her in that moment I thought I just might.
Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 9:52 PM UTC
*Lanced hearts with sharpen'd derisive swords
praise in quest of soul with fortress'd intensity
humanity's depths of breaths & declination
flippant whirl around fury's surge
dance'd with indignity around posies
knelt before the gods in reverence
vivacious adoration of nature's beauty
languid solemnness dip'd in gravitas
bruised butterfly wings, birthing conception
satiated desires within abstract'd notions
language combined within torrents of gusto
floating on gale winds and simplex'd zephyrs
artful appreciation prais'd in kind
communion encompassing a state of being,
complexities of a poet's psyche*
~Amen
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC
What's the one thing you could talk about without rest?
Who's the one person that made talking effortless?
Where is the one that changed you for the better,
where is the one that made you your best?
When did it all occur, was it recently, or more in the past?
Is this one something or someone you wish you could have back?
People aren't things,
and also, they aren't chances.
They're the same solemnness
between the sonder and the glances.
We all have our thing and some of us may have more.
But I prefer the passions of the focused
for whom hearts with pulse on sleeve are wore.
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 3:15 AM UTC
I could feel everything encompassing me disappearing
from my shadowy eyes, the bright glowing shade deep
inside the depiction of my skin was slowly vanishing in
an outside world farther than my reach, the brilliant canvas
that used to glisten all through the night was diminishing in
a dark and silent dimension, the sun’s light was shifting in
the backdrop of my sinking frame, as I breathed in the pain
surrounding my sight, the somber light shining down
upon my shattered soul, the crying seas humming a soft
melody of vowels in the drifting air, the crazed trembling
pounding my heart into various millenniums, the disintegrating
stillness that was swallowed by the crashing sounds of waves
reaching intensifying magnitudes upon my vessel, the emptiness
in the falling landscape that was steadily declining without purpose, while I laid stretched out like a dying flower on the bare solemnness beach, feeling the ticking beat of death evaporating my existence.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 12:57 PM UTC
I know I promised you I would see it through
Please forgive me it's so hard to even breath anymore
Don't hold it against me, Remember I love you, forever true
I may looked like I never cared but I did and that I swear
I was never lazy but deeply blue to the depths you never knew
And now as I take my last swing I plead again I love you.
As my eyes swell up with tears
I think of all the stolen years
And it took a real man to face these fears
And let it all go and hope you'll conquer
Your loneliness, without me here
your solemnness and your future so near
As low as I can go
Seems to be the way the river flows
As solo as I can be
Looking up at the solemn trees
looking down at my bended knees
drowning in a pool of clear blue sea
As I look back at you
as everything turns to dust and salt
I see a person so true
And I see me so full of every lie that's bought
And it's you I forever sought
And I failed even you in the end, I never fought
I let the demons come and have me
I let the angels forget and ignore me
I let the screaming have my ears so loudly
I forgot who you were, I was supposed to protect and serve
and now you're getting nothing you deserve
But more pain and more vain words
I love you baby, Goodbye
I couldn't stay in, But I tried
Good night.
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 12:58 PM UTC
As I pass through the hallway,
I hear the ticking of the clocks;
the tapping of the watch.
There's a step in my walk,
as I move from heel to toe.
Forwards, backwards.
I enter the room,
I'm greeted by the solemnness of the chair.
A glance at the clock,
its position on the wall,
so precise and careful.
I take a seat and lay down the strike of the pen.
The passing of the moment.
I take a look up at the hands,
they say to me:
"We only move one way".
A quizzical look.
"And what way would that be?"
Silence.
I put down the pen,
moving my eyes over what was written.
Mutterings
of marbled musings.
Tales
of scornful sorrows.
Words
of lyrical regret.
A thought spoken aloud:
"How did I come to be here?”
Another glance at those hands.
"How long has it been?"
The shortage of memory.
Only silence and
the passing of the moment.
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 3:09 AM UTC