"statued" poems
I am a compound of knowledge
I accumulate stories of redemption to serve privilege.
My existence is portioned for a little while.
But i shall remain a kingdom not for this little while.
All my reign I've always became ones rebound; elevator. Their legs knowth no grounds.
I kept fearlessly hoping for much less
Ain't lesser than a new day.
And that was being brave anyway.
Clear blue eyes of my inhabitants statued high at me.
How courage and passion never stopped to be.
The storyline I had is still now a motif of endurance.
I gave up not, and show offered my perseverance.
Away, from my bitter overwhelming insight.
Wisdom is one great amigo, less than him I'm wiped.
Done so good to every heart, though I remained a bad part.
I opened all my doors to welcome each, keep my composure and listen to their preach.
My grounds grew a seed out of that; everyday. Their eyes tortured me to believe in what they say.
Direction sometimes looked clear on their paths,
Never knew success starts on a dark start.
I kept this in my sanctified upper room.
The future is bright, all flowers can bloom. And this is who I am; I'm a compound of knowledge. I accumulate stories of redemption to serve privilege.
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 1:33 AM UTC
It's happened again
cupid has cycled his laughing cast
Without discretion, displayed in viscous currents
One man finds a mate
through an easy game of chase the scar,
Lazy frowning and statued emotion
Her eyes sparkled in such a kindred flame
Artificially, just as the sad boy does
rebounding desperation on both parts
He as the hermit,with a minimal compassion
She played the role for all affection
Drove her half mad, cutting lonely
A last chance to see him to the dance
pupils strayed off, eating the smoke
For a couple months, I think, maybe more
Distance was death for the loving seperation
Caring is old, the premature pleasure maker
Chakra cats and Vampire disease
Chased with blood, drunk on a rhapsody
The girl dumped the filthy ****** baggage
Humbly fornicating with a more fitting fellow
Similar in grace and taste
Aspirations and dependence on denser levels
Red to black or black and blue
With a new foundation built
Companion demolition, scheduled for certain
Love sued the suit and Brothers close at heart
It's happened again
Cupid has cycled his laughing cast
Without discretion, displayed in viscous currents
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 8:15 AM UTC
Sing me songs of farewell
This red shaded dawn,
Recite me lines about unknown -
Please, recite them well.
Let your tongue disguise the words,
Make them look fair
While I'm statued in life's ropes
Tied to this porcelain cold chair.
Speak loud, stand proud -
Then look at me straight.
Let your shadow strangle my neck,
Bathed in my acid tears around.
It's neither's fault, you say...
Only this mischievious cicle
A clueless timed canvas,
That lead you feel this way.
I can't scream, can't defend.
I only let the ending end.
Take your promises back,
Take your tender looks too,
Burn each of one's illusions,
******* their ashes, take them with you.
Don't leave me your apologies,
Your blured confusions...
Just leave me here,
In eternity's fusions
Drowned in a heart attack.
The years have passed away.
My hands still tremble, mildly.
Wrapped in pottery shards and blindly
This disease have rot me inside
It's what they say...
In fact, I died at the bottom of the sea.
The cure is simple and hopeless to me.
Give me a pill of amnesia
And my five o'clock tea.
Feb 18, 2011
Feb 18, 2011 at 12:33 PM UTC
Wildflowers
Of sun soaked orange
And blood soil red
Pale sobbing violet
Dancing gently in cold breeze
Dancing gently in hell fire
They are no doubt alive
Statued in dirt
Reaching toward rain cloud
There is just nowhere else to go
There is nothing else to do
But dance during dog **** showers
But dance during petal wilting
But dance until root rot
Wildflowers
Screaming at the fire
Trembling in moonlight
They are no doubt alive
Forcing themselves to continue
While feeling as insane as
I
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 8:43 AM UTC
the statued man
the starving man
the burning woman
each needed the river
the statued man needed to the river
to erode and soften him
the starving man needed the river
to drink and live from
and the burning women needed the river
to dive in deep and put out the fire
so the statued man
sunk his feed into the shallow stream
sat and stayed a thousand years
the starving man kneeled
and grappled at the flow
the water rushing through him endlessly
and the burning woman
dove so deep her feet melt with rocks
and the surface forgot her completely
Feb 14, 2012
Feb 14, 2012 at 2:19 PM UTC
Pulling the softened irises
From the mud in the darkened yard.
Pulling the statued eyes
From the window that is barred.
The night the air made way
For the golden mountain love song
Whose lyrics stung “God save!
Sing lonely! She’ll be gone long.”
But the empty field rang silence
Beneath the pleading marsh
Clipping shoulders ‘gainst the fences
Where the neighbors began the march.
Mar 14, 2012
Mar 14, 2012 at 10:32 PM UTC
Cremated Love
Two souls, dancing the times
One foot forward, two times
To the side, the other, and back
Back to each other’s arms
Took a step back, two, three
A stab to the heart, it was
The sounds of their footsteps
Towards their separate distances
As they danced, drifting away
Two, three, and more feet away
Two beings statued together, a light of the town
Crafting their silhouette, a shaft of light through the hall of fame
The talk of the town, fame has had its toll on their shine
Two, three, and more times, they’ve fallen to tame and shame
Tears flood what has turned to be flames
Like a waterfall falling from the rocks
Are the tears from the aflame eye sockets
Rumbles from the heart’s rhythms
As the mighty statue begins to tumble
Crumbles from emotional harbours
As the silhouette fades into grey shades
What used to be, now turning into ashes
Ashes that will never, in forever, release a phoenix
In a cemetery, cremated love lies hopelessly
Mongi C. Nkabindze
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 8:53 AM UTC
oh, who am i kidding
to be breathless
and frozen,
to be statued
and unbroken,
to be loved
and careable,
is everything that i want.
to die,
is everything that i want.
to be dead,
is all i am.
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 2:51 AM UTC
Barred Owl , Nighthawk ambient harmony ..The crash of Shellcracker
over smoky waters , the footsteps of Gray Fox and Blue Heron
audible along the shallows .. Wind swept expressions carry through statued marsh , Tree frogs , Katydids and Cicadas fill the young nightfall with varied chantey as white stars cross the impeccable , woodland firmament ..
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 10:51 PM UTC
Upon that day and in that park
Two lovers lorn in statued pose
Entwined limbs, tight as tree to bark,
Soft as scented summer meadows,
Orchestrated by the larks
As timeless as a river flows
And passing by, an endless stream
Of strangers came and stragglers went
And all who stared upon the scene
Of statues carved with love's intent
Would oft' recall their sweet serene
Beguiling stares of merriment
And time that brings to man the dark
Of endless nights in sleep's repose,
To leave a stately stony mark
Where flowers wilt beneath the boughs,
Will oft' recall a peaceful park
Where lovers stood in statued pose
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 4:09 AM UTC
. how disapproving. to hear chords as yours,
I thought how clean as a viola;
well, then as smooth as looking through a person.
I thought this blackness was opaque.
so why sunlight through my ears when I hear
your ******** like water through a straw:
notice: in my country, drought-heavy
cow-full, dust-bowled, bare-footed, large-
accented-- skinny-boyed, big-thighed sauntering
girls-- what words: girls, boys-- notice:
in my country water is desperate and
mottoed. we sing for it as god. when it
rains mothers cry. your ******** is a waste
of water and a waste of my skin. transparent.
(o lightskins!: post-colonial nymph-paragoned
sibylline demigoded golden Greek-statued heroes--
how full of **** y'all are!
and I Hephaestus...)
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 4:57 PM UTC
Your bone structure is architecturally statued in museums of perfection and I can only hope I don't crack you
The butterflies use your body as a perch and I stay after hours trying to read how the street lamps affected the glow on your face
You captivate me, trying to photographically memorize every ******* inch of cartilage that lies between your fingernails and mine
I've never admired a piece of modern art the way I've scrutinized every detail of heavens work and they say you can't put a price on love
At least fire and lightening can't crumble the walls surrounding our palace of forsaken fortitude and everlasting sanity
But honey I'd give up every breathe of my soul to be molded into your arms to stay forever captivated in the moment of stone enditement
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 7:08 PM UTC
Two paths endlessly woven together
Connected by the distant frozen leaves
Numbed by the earths breath.
Two eager beings
Rubbing their palms together
To block out winters chill.
Two trees embracing each other's touch
Huddled together
Devouring the warmth.
Two birds
Still and statued
Holding one another's gaze.
Two beings endlessly woven together
Embracing each other's touch
Devouring one another's gaze.
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 4:44 PM UTC
you hardly knew what they were talking about,
when they said you were dying from the inside out.
& you still can't maneuver me.
& I'm still like a statued hypocrisy.
Don't look for me on the other side,
where even the monsters have to hide--
I won't cheat death, or defeat it's concept.
There is smoke, escaping from the bathroom.
the hard surface exposing a poisonous fume.
Wake up, feeling like all night you've been dead,
Wake up, feeling either a coffin or a bed.
I never said I was a savior, let alone in your favor.
Hide behind your lies, wear them like mask
Living in your disguise, isn't an easy task.
I dream in color,
so on the nights I don't remember
I just pretend;
I never rose in the morning,
The sleeping didn't end.
& it was in the morning,
when I got that wake up call.
Your voice sounded so distant and old,
My own story abandoned and untold.
Apr 25, 2010
Apr 25, 2010 at 9:37 PM UTC
The empty darkness engulfs my weary body.
Tight lipped smiles, feigned laughs.
Tension bathes into stiff muscles,
A tired sigh resonates softly.
Silent screams, pain jabs into my mind.
Wavering eyes gleam in the darkness.
Lips painfully etch into a smile,
Hiding the glint gleaming within dark brown orbs.
Light flickers brightly,
Dissolving within a glossy ebony mist.
A glimmer of silver twinkles in the night,
Red paints the tiled floors.
The door creaks softly,
A gust of wind seeps through.
A statued form lingers in the doorway.
Drop by drop, a stream of tears begin to fall.
White bandages bound a pale wrist,
Silent sobs wrack in the night.
Arms embrace a troubled soul.
The silver blade abandoned, lies beside a trembling body.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 12:22 AM UTC
He likes you when you're mad,
He likes you when you're sad,
He likes every moment together you've had,
He likes you enough to talk to your dad!
He likes you when he doesn't know,
To the ends of the earth he'll even go,
Til on his brow cold ice doth show,
Your path he'll make through 6 feet snow.
And as his body doth fully freeze,
Stands all his soul against strongest breeze,
On statued lips his heart doth seize,
Are words to you, three words are these!
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 10:29 PM UTC
I had this dream the other night
in a dark blue gradient surrounding,
you and me statued In center
Staring deeply into each soul,
no sound no voice
but a warm light glaring on us
Stares got deeper
it somehow felt real
Two palpitating hearts could be heard
Sweats could not be stopped
Blood rushing from both cheeks are seen
This intimacy is what I'm feeling
This fleeting moment is what I've been wishing
Yet something odd
made me woke
from this sad nap
As you bow down,
You powerfully tore one of my knee
As though you're the karate kid that Jackie chan trained
and I was the wood which he asked you to break
I cried the hell out loudly
Literally screamed
And knocked out
Right then I knew
how this is really just a heartbreaking,
nerve wracking,
and depressing dream.
For reality speaking,
all you ever broke is not my knee
but the whole part
of being me.
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 2:04 AM UTC
I appreciate travelling
the blur of a road
the burning of a sun
and the smell of the rain
I appreciate the wind breathing new life into my soul
and the prospect of growing tired and old
But if travel means moving
moving away
and there I go pushing out further from you
then a statued stance is what I will withhold
from now until the end of time
and the road will never blur
nor the sun burn away
nor the rain fall
nor the wind sway me back
nor will my heart wither and die
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 11:18 AM UTC
the universe watches with her
mischievous eyes
as silence stretches on
between me and the mechanical city
from up here, in winds’ embrace
the cars are decades away,
and lights only a vivid memory
straining the back of my skull
the universe, too, breathes
I hear her now
hear the vacancy stir
in her bones
one— and the archers running
down my throat
two, like the lambs slaughtered
beneath them eyes
three and four and nine—
cracked toe-nails laden with mud
—ten women weeping
eleven wishes for the wilting weeds
I sense a chariot
bumping down the ribs
twelve for the wounded boy
limping up the hill
twenty— a hundred
and hundred more
inhale
I fathom the seconds kiss their hours
and hours melting into days
weeks and minutes,
years and more
all chopped and cooked
to a frothy stew
I feel it fill up her being
and vehicles with their horns
midway
halt—
an owl’s scream stopped just
beneath his beak
and sun, statued, stands
a thousand and the stilled plane
twenty and five
for them frozen flames
sixteen— and the shooting star
taped to the night
— seven prayers left unuttered
three for now, and three
for the past,
three more as all, into the unseen, falls
two shivers, shivers still
—one and a lone worm crawling
down my veins
one and the blue child up, up the swing
exhale
I swallow
as the ticks sink back into the clock
centuries dancing again
— and months
come stumbling home
millenniums and moments
back to their protests
as all the circus is born again
Mar 29, 2021
Mar 29, 2021 at 6:49 AM UTC
i will not live my life to simply pay the gas bill... i assure you not... i will not live my life to forget, forget via paying a gas bill or the local tax.
what are we, to mention mortal
man and his grievances?
what are we?! if nothing but statued marble
worshipped! akin to mortals' concept
of thrown stones across the lake!
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
Wake up time/ by me..,,, Your statued liberty will collapse oh dire nation! For where is your station? On CNN or ABC? MSN turned TNT! Explosions to come, children will run to tower's of pure inferno! Mourn them, mourn you, for you shall have a box nailed next to theirs! Do you not scare? To witness evil dignities? For all pains turn pity to doped hallucinations! Clean out your ***** tracks you smoked up and cracked out! For terror and doubt will be men's own making! Sinful lust in the making! No not Hollywood, only misunderstood to anthem of star spangled sinner! Unloosen your chain's you slave to what is! Whats wrong !? Not hearing clearly? Potent venom will stricken the veins of rich and poor alike, where no love yet all strife will come with your new order! Form shut up your bowels the same as your borders, the bombs are bound to cross in!!! Nations split to perplexity! No smiling, all grins! Wake out of the dust you sleepy time dreamers, you new age and young pheners, you protest the wrong things! For you will be startled as a thief to the night! Its happening already! No Freddy Krueger story, no living, all deathly!!!tensionatic visions have been for told, for copper does not stay gold in a world to be swept!
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 11:13 AM UTC
War,
A disease ridden body,
A commentator between Satan and god!!
War,
A ***** a slob, a demon for all taking!
A plundering statued ******
War,
A masked perfume,
Upon thy evening news it waves back at thou!!
War,
Its taken
Young and old alike,
There's no wrong, nor any right, just blood to sweep the dune!!
War,
Thy mother and father's platoon,
It hides between the rooms of terrorism and fear!!
War,
Drink away thy sorrows,
No new day tomorrow, just radiation to crack thy skin!
War,
No one shall win...
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 9:35 AM UTC
I was told not to move
Or my father will disprove
I must improve or remove
The reason why I need to prove
The cold was frigid
making every statued human rigid
The was block was human grided
As if the town was knitted
The fire raged
But I was caged
The men from the houses rampaged
But there I was, unpaged
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 2:11 AM UTC
I drive by to see if he is out on the patio
or by the bench in the sun
Statued in stony white
Taking in some rays
Getting warmth while he can
If he is
I stop in to have a smoke
Time is short so I don't stay long
Just a brief stay
Like the spring breeze
Just long enough to have been there
And then gone
There isn't much left to him these days
A man once
But
The pain meds have him in a fog most of the time
Fading in and out
Clouded like mist
But he still has spirit
One last fight
He's holding out now for St. Paddy's day
He heard that there's a party at a nearby club
And he plans on being there
I hope he makes it
If he does
I'll be his ride
And we'll have
One last day of being Irish
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 5:00 PM UTC