"spurge" poems
On the orange side of paradise
Walking through a poppy field
Searching for a tangible illusion
An Eden very well concealed
Violent marigold storms pass
Sun dripping gardens emerge
Finding such beauty actualized
Sitting among flowering spurge
Illuminated among little stars
The balmy ethereal nights
Dangerous oleanders dance
Under a faint sheen of lights
Larks perched on pear trees
Singing for the patient flowers
The most lurid lullaby
A placid scene all ours
Apr 24, 2011
Apr 24, 2011 at 10:05 PM UTC
On a paper, fully loaded
**** that bullet
Fire that pen
So many words I can’t stand still
Heart aching and mind racing
Hold me till im numb I keep pacing
Collect the pieces and let them drop
Addicted to the irony of life
Addicted to the bad habits of fun
The spurge of coldness
Creeping up my spine
My hands are shaking I cant love still
All I do is right in the wrong ways
Mind tricks that blow away
Stronger then your weakness of your throne
Nothing should make sense
Nothing ever makes sense
Already played the games
Already won the fame
Everything should fall in place
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC
Once was a girl,
nameless to say,
family had problems,
so she couldn't stay.
Forced into a relationship,
with one so wrong,
Nothing alike,
but no harm done.
Silence, Silence,
Beauty and Dusk,
Wake up to sunshine,
voice full of husk.
Slept in his arms,
but I must go,
far far away,
for his heart my explode.
with love and kindness,
sadnes and tears,
i pack my bag,
before i fear.
they will find me,
i know they will.
This has gone to far,
So i spurge and take one last pill.
body found,
lying on the floor,
he whom she ran away from,
actually loved her.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
I cant really say what it is
That draws me so, seems to hold me
Upon its fine charismatic flavor
distills within me
Those fine thoughts
pragmatic ramblings of mind
that sweeps across in tides of reason
Where in truth no reason exists.
It's looking into a mirror
that self, reflecting back
cries out within me
those long past days
That fill every boundary
opens its seems unusual doors
Into the wide spectrum of existence.
In the quite times
where my mind drifts upon the soft words
I come to understand something more deep
More real than all that existence holds true
That Love,
That virus of the soul
spurge's within unique metaphors
of the fine lines by which mortals place
The guiding vortex of existence.
That God, that power. being
In our constant search
opens the windows of the Soul
That we all may breath deep its fill.
Here upon the fine tuned fork
Love draws itself out upon the pain
Subdues the heart and holds it
Like a warm deep ocean
Where love in tides
Sweeps humanity away.
Alisdaire O'Caoimph
Mar 20, 2011
Mar 20, 2011 at 6:28 PM UTC
Lust in the woods
Twenty kilometer away from fidelity
With a teenager
Who looks just like Whitney...........................
But with more dope
Her face was bruised with a pale smile
And her words shiver
I stared at her innocence for two minutes
But i was too hungry to think
So i feast on her pride
In a shaky blue tent
Hoping this singing birds
Won't wake karma
"Pains don't hurt when am with you"
Ignorance finally speaks
As i spurge with regret
thinking about my pregnant wife
"Your wife just welcomed two bouncing baby girls"
Karma whispered in a Shouty voice
CONGRATULATION
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 3:54 AM UTC