"unburning" poems
Your Earthly
Myths and fears
Fall hard on
Traveler's ears
(Yes there's many of us)
You bound yourselves
To earth
Where your
Superstition has giving birth
But if you truly seek
The real deal
Fear not to breach
A greater free will
Come with us
To another dimension
Where being of light
Need no inventions
Be a master, not a slave
We were never created
To be trapped in a maze!
"Cné"
Desperately
I long to go
Where creativity flows
No fear of the unknown
Or of some maze that is shown
By light, warm and unburning
Star littered night skies
Observing
hair blowing in the wind
Bright eyes shining with a glint
Unbound by time or place
Before the lost of innocence, faced
I'll give my hand, in trust
to another dimension, or bust...
"Temporal Fugue"
Through the mirror
Traveling the unknown maze
Gazing on, site's unseen
And setting them, ablaze
Through the universe
Pausing to explore
Perusing the next, traverse
And wanting, so much more
Masters of discovery
Trust, holding out her hand
Knowing forever and a day
Just a woman, just a man.
(Was that a yes or no?)
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 6:53 AM UTC
Electricity runs in my blood,
Painting the trees a more vibrant green,
Than the unburning eye can see.
The taste of the air.
The burn of ice in my lungs.
The charge under my skin.
The world moves in slow motion,
But my heart beats fast in my chest,
And I feel warmth run to my upper lip.
The red is startling,
Sends my mind into fright,
But I soon relish in the feeling.
Seemingly alive for the first time.
Seemingly dying.
The feeling of birth and death as one.
The feeling of life and decay as one.
The feeling of adrenaline and sleep.
My hands are shaking.
My hands are shaking.
I got blood on my sleeve.
I want it in my mouth.
I put the fabric in between my teeth
And ****
But I can taste no copper.
I am trembling,
The chalk lodged in my throat.
I am flying high,
So high.
And know it will pass.
I am Icarus flying by the sun
I am Daedalus, ashamed of his failure
My fingers do not craft wings,
But words.
Endless, nonsense words
That my mind deems sensible.
But I am Newton.
But all things must fall,
And gravity has it’s hold of me.
It never brings me down gently.
All things must fall.
Even stars must fall.
Even stars.
Even angels.
Even lovers.
I love it,
love.
I love love.
I love to love.
I hate to lose.
I miss it.
I miss loving.
I miss falling.
I miss the natural drop.
This is artificial,
Electricity holding my wings aloft.
The wind whispers no poetry.
This is not beautiful.
This is not harps and angels.
This is not making love in the hay fields.
This is not a dive off of a cliff.
This is the bass in my ears.
The whispered hush in my head.
The shaking of my desperate legs.
And I hear the beat drop.
All things must fall.
All things must fall.
Even girls must fall.
Even boys must fall.
Even the place between must drop to it’s knees and beg.
See me.
See me.
Watch me as I burn myself to the ground.
Watch me hit the ground.
All things must fall.
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 3:04 PM UTC
Flame unburning,
ever bright,
turn the darkness
into light!
Eyes uncovered,
sacred sight,
turn the day time
into night.
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
This is where I will love you,
from the waves of your storms,
and the echoing wind from the east,
they are no anchorage,
but the way you sound—
it was close to home.
Because truth is darling,
your brokenness is the place
where I am going to stay—
forget the unburning cigars
you left on my lips—
it burnt me off to the
patches of your kiss,
the swirling black holes
you have tug on my chest—
all warm with the rainfall of
chrysanthemum petals.
This is where I will love you,
no sunrises or moonfall—
it does not entangle with
star-written poetry
you took halfway,
the late-night drive
that ends with
laying down on
your chest or
the subway walks
that we ended up
chasing the moon.
darling, this is where I will love you,
from the ends of your fall,
to the last bit of your
sunsets.
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 11:43 AM UTC
he is coals, almost unburning
I, grass, covered in dew
we lay, in the earth
until the sun makes us new
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 11:19 AM UTC
I'm not ready,
to hold a heart.
I've been too long apart from my own.
Today is just the beginning.
I'd love to see love in another's eyes again,
But,
I don't know I'm ready,
To hold a heart,
Unprepared,
Will tear apart,
the very bones and thoughts,
you thought were yours.
So be ready.
Hold your own heart,
Until it no longer burns.
Do not lay your aflamed heart in another's hands,
Just to watch them burn.
Be ready.
Set free the flames that be,
And breathe deep the air you've never seen.
Then you may hold a heart.
You will hold them together,
With only the unburning flames of a true love...
A love,
That costs nothing.
But today...
I am not ready,
To hold a heart.
~Robert van Lingen
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 7:02 PM UTC