"symphonically" poems
Bend with me...
Move with me...
No.
Move through me.
Love me like a ghost.
Feel me as a coldness
Freezing the memories of you and I.
Because I don't want you haunting mine.
These fingers remember the way
Your skin laid-
Quietly, anxiously
With the better man I was
When I was with you.
Those were the "golden days" for me.
Before all these emotions overcame my mind like a runaway train.
Before they repeated me to sleep.
The clouds looked down upon us,
Watching the way we changed-
Symphonically.
Spotting fights with dots.
Proving how something so big for us was nothing but small.
They never should have been,
But were, nonetheless.
Our chemistry faded
Like a failed science project.
Unstable at times.
Miraculous in another form of light.
And no other but the clouds
Bare witness to the blinders on our eyes.
Excuse me dear,
But I really feel like we let them down.
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 11:35 PM UTC
You spirit me away to Greater Eden, /
In the redolent throes of /
Ethereal /
Romance. /
Reverie is magnified in your absence /
As I wonder upon /
Your /
Towering arms. /
Your heart is an impearled grand piano, /
Singing to me symphonically. /
Each key, weaving a tapestry /
Of the sonorities in amour. /
Beauty is your cadenza, /
As your radiant moonbeams /
Whisk me away to /
Twilight En Amour. /
May you be mine, /
Until the stars evanesce /
From The Charred Canvas of /
The Night Sky. /
I am yours, /
From sea to shining sea /
Uttering one-thousand words in solemn prayer /
That our union may ne’er deliquesce. /
May these words imbue you /
With the ardor of ages /
That we might procure in the heat of romance, /
The silver wings to soar heavensward. /
You are my forevermore, /
You are my swansong, /
You are my euphony, /
You are my musicality. /
You are my poetry, /
You are my eternity, /
You are my whimsicality, /
You are my Ivory Knight. /
(—Se’ lah)
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 8:11 PM UTC
We can not go,
This, I have said this to myself millions of times.
But, that day my heart took the driver’s seat.
My mind stopped working like a well-oiled machine.
I was in the middle of the urban jungle, the concrete city of cars, traffic, and cookie-cutter homes...
The land of squared, sanitized spaces, and constant noises from technology, automobiles, and the noise in our heads to keep up with the rat race.
I closed my eyes
Then, I opened them again.
A different reality!
A dream, of course!
I found myself in a jungle of green, moist, humid sweat.
This was the land of kaleidoscopic dreams;
The monkey’s howls pierce the air -
birds symphonically, swimming together in the air-
Life in every single layer of nature
I felt myself
Losing myself in the greenery
The lushness
The awe
I had time to contemplate
In my contemplation, I decided, the only thing in life is real is the story I create in life
And as I go through the forest
My thoughts become more developed and articulated
I slash at everything that does not make sense
I slash at every idea
Every preconceived notion
Of
Who I thought
I am
I cut like a savage warrior
On a mission
Branches, dangling distractions
Temptations of fruits and branches that grab at my waist,
And more branches, like physical arms tieing me down like chains
I slash the blade
I cut with no intention of where I want to go
Exhausted, I rest my head
In the darkness in the middle of the amazon
A jaguar comes to me
With their yellow eyes waiting in the corner - It observes me in the bushes
I sit still
Is this a message for me?
Wanting to hear what I have to say
I wait and wait
I stay up all night.
As I wait for prophecies
The jaguar eventually leaves me alone in the darkness
Dissapointment rages inside me
I am left in more uncertainity
But, my heart spoke really loud today
Something took a hold of me
I was not rationale.
I was not cautious..
I opened my backpack and dumped everything off a cliff
I ran and jumped in the blue ocean
Finally
I listened to my heart
Finally...
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 6:20 PM UTC
Taunting hours
Tachycardiac rhythm
semiotic desire and
lavish confluxes
displaced thought in
sauntered meadows
the willows wrath
symphonically martyred
perused softly
reverberating slowly
malignant design
syringed emotions
evoking morose
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 6:09 PM UTC
We both were aboriginals.
Knowing nothing but to rely on primal instincts, we only knew how to devour. Using tactics on how to conquer each other as if beguiled by omniscience.
Carnal instincts propagate as we continue to intertwine our own bodies, matching each other’s cadence. Not even Clausius nor Thomson or even Carnot could determine the Temperature that both our bodies emit.
Lost in the heat of the moment, we continue to confront in sensual interaction, as if taken a drug that took us high.
We both let out melodious keys that resound symphonically. As if tranqualized, we lay there, our bare skin covered in sparkling translucent sweat. Our eyes coincide, within them, a faint trace of sweetness mixed with heat and love. Our cheeks, colored like plump cherries on early spring.
Lastly we close our eyes and drift within the dreamland. Guided by Hypnos himself, we transverse the foreign land, with nothing but the burning memory that made us melt like candlesticks that once held a majestic flame.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 12:17 AM UTC
*please make magic out of moments forgotten under footsteps of hungry giants seeking protection from the gods of tyranny and natural states of synchronicity
under the protection of benevolent forces you are free to breathe your own destiny into being
situations are suggesting that your soul families have become determined to develop and support the unfolding vision arising from the depths of your devotion to life
if you agree to receive an indeterminate amount of unrequested support and a loving increase in your creative life force you will be instantly and irrevocably infused with your solar angel’s heightened frequencies
time and space will be transformed into a breathtaking display of radiant energy released symphonically from the coronal ejection of your electromagnetic field in synchrony with eternity
having considered all possible outcomes what is likely to occur is not the most probable outcome but the path of least resistance to reframing all reality
independent of consequences unforeseen all reality is truly a dream being dreamt by an eternal being with a keen interest in preserving this dream’s integrity
having become one with the knower of the seen and the unseen knowing has become the sole means of interpreting an ever-evolving stream of continuous incongruity between the linear and the non-linear weave of interconnectivity
a tantra of inter-dimensional proportion cutting through an adamantine aversion to illusionary being is perpetually stretching my perception of infinity
letting go of a deeply ingrained resistance to the persistence of the experiences playing out their frequently repeating scenes
we are self-generating machines capable of tasting our own inner ecstasy and creating a destiny for our children’s children driven by love’s simple complexity*
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 10:23 AM UTC
5/9/20
7:54 am
And nothing else quite mattered
The universe around me didn’t exist
Not that it cared to know that I existed
And I realize I put my heart into treasures of the world
And that is what I could describe what love is to me
Because it’s hard to let go of words written so beautifully, I suppose
The scent of my hair filled the air as I took deep breaths to avoid the tears
With each rip of the brittle, old letter, I ripped matter apart, and ripped at the atoms of my heart
It fluttered symphonically below and returned back to dust just like us
There...
The earth still rotated in an universe that never knew we exist
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 1:09 PM UTC