"spacings" poems
make love to me,
in the open and vast spacings.
grass beneath my skin,
stars before my eyes.
make love to me,
through the sense
of great inevitability
incapable of avoidance
as the flow of waves at the sea.
as such, please let your fingers be.
make love to me,
till the moon sets to again as it rises.
and through in betweens
a star would come to fall,
the same pace my chest falls
underneath yours,
as i catch my breath
and wish upon that star
for you to never stop nor pause.
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 8:32 AM UTC
ever pressing freedom with
words to follow suit;
simple utensil awaiting its full potential
as strokes find spacings dissevering letters,
leaving fractured symbols intangible.
my blood be shed to fill some well,
to be drawn within a reservoir
and found scrawled in repetition
blue rose, blue rose, blue rose
and free we are from complexities,
to laze along the banks of Lotus fields
and feast, and quaff, and lull ‘fore
remorse stings at return across Oceans.
as Urania casts colors upon
a sky of fading Sun, awaiting to show
Her mass brilliance of stars. each, a soul
lending guidance since time-beginning –
- - - abrupt ending
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 10:26 PM UTC
I was sent to you for a special purpose.
The years with you have always been perfect.
Though i act like the main clown from a circus.
I can't count How many tears you shed.
Bearley paying rent and still getting us fed.
My father figure was an action figure, figuring out Actions to get the dealer to deliver.
So my power ranger toys would get dismembered.
You would always made me content. Played both roles without manly experience.
Your still the Man at your defense. always in touch with your sixth sense.
I was a trouble maker in school the big boy breaking all the rules and rulers. Fascinated by the thrill until i became a consumer
learned a bit sooner then most, THC had me floating Like boats.
I was no longer the same but my good kid iiimage Maintained.
My mom would get called upon my suspension, I knew the belt was expected but a bad student never learns his lesson. Somedays you would expect perfection. When im only human,
your name calling made feel inhuman. only building my seclusion.
You also made mistakes. made my world collapse worse then the world trade.
I would get kicked out at an alarming rate.
I ended up catching cases, learned how to count my rooms bricks spacings.
Still you showed me your patience
when any sign of hope for me was annihilated.
How can you take me back? after every time your heart i stabbed, this character trait of yours i lack. Of always Giving another chance.
I thank the lord for your presence, my appreciation Can never fit in some sentence.
It would take two life times of presents, the fountain of youth for your years to lessen, and a world full of white picket fences.
Your my guardian angel. Here to strangle any demon who tries to tangle. - IMMORTAL VICE.
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC