"stales" poems
I have been living in these huts lately,
As this life seems aimless and desultory,
Slowly flowing like the splash of drops over the board,
Hallelujah . For me, it's still our God's handwritten story.
Two cents quietly sit in my little pockets ,
And they still fit perfectly in each,
Same as our feelings, as they huddle around our hearts,
Occupying the bijou portions and trying not to leach.
I will hold on till the day, staggering away,
In my tattered clothes, till the color withers and my story stales,
Lingering in the huts, with a hue of nostalgia,
Ailing but not wailing, after a series of massive fails.
Before God finishes writing my story,
I believe he will hand me the pen, its a fact, not a lie,
And with you by my side, I will scribble my glory,
I'll dress you your Gossamer, and myself a Suit and a tie.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 11:08 AM UTC
*
Pure
euhedrals
of unique
**refraction
captured
upon
an
open
lotus
flower,
blossoming
in effulgence
unswerving
throughout
piezos &
stales of a
thousand
vacuous
neurons*
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 11:12 AM UTC
as conscious mode,
vague aboutness, it stales romance
in metaphysic stench, this telic sense,
unlike the comfort of a family nest
my locus drifts on wind
i'd rather culture in a jar
on the counter (no secrets there) or even cellared
responding to the world's response, anthophilous
com][part][mental-mania
warehoused too for sticky label stigma-sized
cover-glint akin with stamp of human frailty, resource that i am,
far from pink and snow banana plants
no inward passion of a chimpanzee in chains
though i assume the name
pan troglodytes applies to me as any species, or much more,
riddled with neuroses, caves every each to steal away from being seen,
from open goals to shade concerns, rotted fancies
manifestering the soil by the laundy-bin abysm--
commode in time, this musa media mind
so urgent in its pseudostemming scour
will flower unsterile and so find its fruit
with bunching finger fronding infloresce
and write about it in the bloom
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 8:30 PM UTC
Summers ago when he was ten
his first blush was born from her glance
on his yard fell the first rain
he had but met her only once.
Most precious gift gave her tiny hand
one that he kept in a matchbox
no ring it was a red rubber band
long lost still at his heart knocks.
How can stop time by a girl's whim
stales never a moment of closeness
when love was an unripened dream
lust was an unknown address.
The boy soon grew to become a man
the girl went to some faraway land
they come but once in one lifespan
his first blush her hand's rubber band.
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 1:37 AM UTC
The blood of Christ
Constantly dripping over my life
Listen hear I am blood bought
My King took the punishment for sin...rugged and uncut
Blood sport
No mark of the beast
I'm talking the mark of the free
Blood of the lamb yes his blood marks his sheep..
Death pass by my front door
**** the Egyptian first born
Jesus beat from limb to limb..the sight of flesh scorned
Oh my Lord your beard it was tore
Off ..
Bless it savior you fulfill the laws
Kings blood only type that could pay the cost
And save the lost
I bang blood with no gang affiliations
Striped naked sin causes humiliation
One death saved humanity every civilization
You see sin stales life sterilization
Kings blood brings life fertilization
Not talking zombies, when the dead start raising
I meant rising.
Followers of King Jesus we behind him
Like the man from Verizon
The world denied him and still denies him
Died once and rose into forever ..the key to our eternal survival
People open the Bible
Satan's no rival
Hells hot souls drenched in sweat no Cabo
I stand as a man ...A witness
Anointed in Kings blood
White and Red blood cells..healing, health, love
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 10:27 PM UTC
Yesterday I wrote to a judge
on the behalf of an old friend
who has done the unthinkable.
“Sitting where you are,
Your Honor,
you could not possibly know
the boy”—the
man,
the
What do you call it when
the desire of an “I
told you so!” stales
to nothingness.
Silence. Everybody
is invincible
“30 years.” the voice came through
the collect call from County.
“They gave me thirty, thanks
for nothing,” said the
the
murderer.
But now there’s nothing for you,
but time and prison wine.
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 11:16 PM UTC
Life's so unfair,
Tempting and rough.
Prey to despair,
Taunting and tough.
To earn a dime,
She became enslaved;
Becoming crime
Begging to be saved.
Her pains smile,
Her bruises tell tales;
Many miry miles,
So sour it still stales.
One fateful day
She braced her senses,
Then walk'd away
From her own offenses.
She said goodbye
To today from tomorrow;
Ventured into sky
To fly away from sorrow.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 4:09 AM UTC
Not magick, nor the fires of Heaven
Can outshine the beauty of thy charm
Burnished bright in colours heathen
That stoke the shuddering spirit warm
When stars have died and run out of colour
And marble and monuments decay
Your truth will be embossed, for time fuller
Written lucid on the sky, clear as day
Next to you illusion pales
And is made diminished, menial
The urge for superfluous passion stales
Deepest desires become congenial
O Beauty, with burning eyes arise
From enchanting peripheries
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 1:59 AM UTC
static, motionless
death stales life eternally
sorrows now entombed
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
When a relationship stales
It’s easier to fade away with it
Rather than try to fix it
It is easier to give up
Sort through the disappointment on your own
Trying to remember who you are
Who they fell for in the beginning
The person they soon loved
That you lost along the years
Forgetting to love yourself
It’s a crying shame
But a day will come when you will regain your electric spirit
And you will fly
Soar
In your magic
But to get there
You must let the broken pieces fall
Settle in their own time
There is no race to coming back to you
Just remember that you want to
Because avoidance is a fool’s game
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 4:19 PM UTC
Clothed with the stars
Even the sweetest rose stales in comparison
For you the heaven grows hot
Causing hell to sweat
As a glimpse of your beauty
Sends ripples of unimaginable pleasure
Even the universe lusts after it's own kind
Your love is a universal one
U are a universe.
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 8:55 AM UTC