"transcendency" poems
I drink aurora till my thirst satiates.
Eyes shut, I drink till the gulf widens whilst every spark in me is painted dull
Till no eye sees vividness in the flittering of butterflies,
Till throbbing fades and rumbling becomes melodic,
I drink till my covertness is colourful,
Till my eyes redness is painted
For bereft I am but I'm a fighter, a believer
I drink aurora till my soul is filled
Till transcendency becomes my fortune
And then I'll dance not in colours, but colourful my immortality would be.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 8:18 AM UTC
so this is what it's like
every day i slip on my best mourning boots
to go to the cemetery and collect my thoughts
that are just fields of stones
this is not the life i wanted you to see
i can hear you thinking from here
you tried to tell yourself but you refused to listen
sit back
watch as i make sure that everything spirals out of control
how long can you hold your breath?
my fingers barely brush yours
the transcendency of certain skin
no one else can touch me
humanity is the one disease that you will never be cured of
destruction
or something like it
at the edges burning
energy converting into matter
drifting off to wherever you are
wait
and i can assure you it will come.
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 5:11 PM UTC
I know not of waits beyond the night sky
I know not of what waits for me after I die
I know not of the purpose of our existence
Nor do I know of our significance.
I do however know of one thing:
Whenever I look up to the night sky,
I leave my thoughts
I leave my troubles
I leave sorrows
I leave my struggles.
I leave the world,
And for a moment...
I float.
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC
That taste of Transcendency that
Takes away your sleep dregs
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 4:31 AM UTC
Just when I sensed a shower creeping out my eyes,
I let my heavy lids block the sky,
A wave of euphoria ran cap-a-pie the pores,
I felt life, with contentment in the core.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 12:29 PM UTC
( Hello Poetry style )
:::::
& as I wander midst the the darkened days
and the MOON
( my love ! )
How you fill my fearful soul
With the twisted logic of my deepening
Transcendency
For in the callused hands of verdant spring
The old peasant wanders past the memories
Of hot high school girls !
//
We are nought but this
Lost in the maze of raucous simplicity
Descending into the dark recesses
Of heaven
And the mating call of birds
Crying out for angels
To ease
The pangs of summer slumber
And the song of limping mountains
As they sing
To the stars
//
//
We
Soft and true
Die constantly in misery
In the peace
Of your velvet sunrise
And the greatness of the poets
Whom we all adore
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC