"unfaded" poems
Metropolis is dust,
the smoke of unfaded coffin nails,
she's a sensual bonfire
littered landscape,
the burning lust running in my veins
between safety and risk,
circumcising the stage
where Dylan went electric.
~
"I didn’t belong to anybody then or now.”
Swing-shifting to mercenary mode,
but sinking my face value
by ordering takeout religion,
sharing a cab with Hepatitis C,
and all those sky-high boxes
and rectangles
—existing in one, spending nights
with her in another.
~
*"Oh, lay me down to sleep
upon the trickery of time."*
~
Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 9:36 AM UTC
Departing summer hath assumed
An aspect tenderly illumed,
The gentlest look of spring;
That calls from yonder leafy shade
Unfaded, yet prepared to fade,
A timely carolling.
No faint and hesitating trill,
Such tribute as to winter chill
The lonely redbreast pays!
Clear, loud, and lively is the din,
From social warblers gathering in
Their harvest of sweet lays.
Nor doth the example fail to cheer
Me, conscious that my leaf is sere,
And yellow on the bough:—
Fall, rosy garlands, from my head!
Ye myrtle wreaths, your fragrance shed
Around a younger brow!
Yet will I temperately rejoice;
Wide is the range, and free the choice
Of undiscordant themes;
Which, haply, kindred souls may prize
Not less than vernal ecstasies,
And passion’s feverish dreams.
For deathless powers to verse belong,
And they like Demi-gods are strong
On whom the Muses smile;
But some their function have disclaimed,
Best pleased with what is aptliest framed
To enervate and defile.
Not such the initiatory strains
Committed to the silent plains
In Britain’s earliest dawn:
Trembled the groves, the stars grew pale,
While all-too-daringly the veil
Of nature was withdrawn!
Nor such the spirit-stirring note
When the live chords Alcæus smote,
Inflamed by sense of wrong;
Woe! woe to Tyrants! from the lyre
Broke threateningly, in sparkles dire
Of fierce vindictive song.
And not unhallowed was the page
By wingèd Love inscribed, to assuage
The pangs of vain pursuit;
Love listening while the Lesbian Maid
With finest touch of passion swayed
Her own æolian lute.
O ye, who patiently explore
The wreck of Herculanean lore,
What rapture! could ye seize
Some Theban fragment, or unroll
One precious, tender-hearted scroll
Of pure Simonides.
That were, indeed, a genuine birth
Of poesy; a bursting forth
Of genius from the dust:
What Horace gloried to behold,
What Maro loved, shall we enfold?
Can haughty Time be just!
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In the midst of sea, we scream
Where are humans?
Where are super humans?
None to respond to our desperate scream,
In the midst of a sea, we are
A deserted island
One that can most likely be submerged or
Reach shores unlikely
By the events, we remain helpless
Being human less and with inhumanness
We, at the brink of death & last inch of hope
Expect miracles and wonders
Nature fails us
Kills our expectations, fills more sorrow
Nature fills our body with
Slow approaching death,
We remain as a secluded mass of useless disposed waste,
On a world that has a place for all the flora & fauna
Modern nations-the epitomes of peace
Wash their hands away remain
A hopeless, useless, helpless puppet
Ostracized from our ancestral land
Vehemently opposed and reluctantly accepted
We remain a displaced alien
In their eyes.
There are nations,
But where are humans? Where are humans?
A hope puts us to survive,
Where we leave a message,
As we get back to the graves.
We send the waves of final message; we fall,
Not as a disposed waste,
But as a Phoenix that falls as a nutrition,
For the soil,
To revive an infinite and eternal humanity
That stands tall as an undestroyable banyan tree
Unshakable on any crises
For humanity, we give ourselves
As dare-doers and daring self-killers.
Let's harvest the human hearts
With the ever rising flames
And give back
Our future generations the homes.
We lost and dreams we wished
With a thin ray of distant hope,
We dream to give our future generations
A world that has no,
Hopelessness of being helpless.
We assert
We are helpless, but not hopeless
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 1:17 AM UTC
It's the smells,
The woody, earthy laden lift in the air.
A scent guilded in memories of twigs breaking under feet,
As I walk to the One Stop with my dad,
Wet, amber leaves stuck to his holey shoes,
The air is damp and unfaded, but lightly coated in the smoke from his roll up.
The smell,
More floral now,
Warm, heavy rain drip dropping onto vast leaves in Mexico,
The floor drier and peppery compared to it's English cousin,
My eyes locked onto the stars through pointed dancing clouds,
As if the sky has been dipped in glitter and laid out to dry in the jungle.
And now its moss,
Moss and pine and your hair.
It's both of us gazing through the foliage to catch the eye of a bird,
Our fingers brushing and clinging,
I can feel my mouth lift,
As you pull me towards your nose,
And whisper 'I love us.',
We walk,
Warm in one another's stories,
With wet socks,
And pink cheeks,
We inhabit the trees.
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 7:05 AM UTC
Oh! mihi præteritos referat si Jupiter annos.
VIRGIL.
Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov’d recollection
Embitters the present, compar’d with the past;
Where science first dawn’d on the powers of reflection,
And friendships were form’d, too romantic to last;
Where fancy, yet, joys to retrace the resemblance
Of comrades, in friendship and mischief allied;
How welcome to me your ne’er fading remembrance,
Which rests in the ***** though hope is deny’d!
Again I revisit the hills where we sported,
The streams where we swam, and the fields where we fought;
The school where, loud warn’d by the bell, we resorted,
To pore o’er the precepts by Pedagogues taught.
Again I behold where for hours I have ponder’d,
As reclining, at eve, on yon tombstone I lay;
Or round the steep brow of the churchyard I wander’d,
To catch the last gleam of the sun’s setting ray.
I once more view the room, with spectators surrounded,
Where, as Zanga, I trod on Alonzo o’erthrown;
While, to swell my young pride, such applauses resounded,
I fancied that Mossop himself was outshone.
Or, as Lear, I pour’d forth the deep imprecation,
By my daughters, of kingdom and reason depriv’d;
Till, fir’d by loud plaudits and self-adulation,
I regarded myself as a Garrick reviv’d.
Ye dreams of my boyhood, how much I regret you!
Unfaded your memory dwells in my breast;
Though sad and deserted, I ne’er can forget you:
Your pleasures may still be in fancy possest.
To Ida full oft may remembrance restore me,
While Fate shall the shades of the future unroll!
Since Darkness o’ershadows the prospect before me,
More dear is the beam of the past to my soul!
But if, through the course of the years which await me,
Some new scene of pleasure should open to view,
I will say, while with rapture the thought shall elate me,
“Oh! such were the days which my infancy knew.”
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The neon kisses the sidewalk below embracing strangers as they pass
in all directions none seem towards home.
***** sidewalks and the slums splendor Im a gatekeeper of despair and hard
luck just living for the bells chime to echo from the counter.
Drunks and ****** gather within my confines the outcasts of the night my people
seldom will I ever know more than a signature upon the page.
Moths drawn together attaracted by neon light.
Tommorows not a promise so embrace feeling and grow numb in reflex for now.
Are we not twisted from exposher numb from the streets brutal truth?
I count the hours a television for companion a bottle a often short staying vistor
who's welcome till the hangover's regret.
Some pills to drive my thoughts and a fresh *** of coffee to fuel my engine
tIme kills even the most unfaded of us all.
And through the night they gather some to escape the cold others for a quick escape
or fast **** to forget as if in a Halloween costume soon they'll return to there true act
of a life.
Embrace as lover's when there nothing more than roomates hey kids were doing great
you coming home for Christmas this year?
And so they like well trained actors reprise there roles.
But i see there mess allnight I collect the rejects nothing more but fragments
glass that reflect what they wish could never be.
If only we could rewind.
But life's highway cant be retraced so on we roll.
I collect there money and take down there names the keeper of memories
tattered wings fly none the less.
As for the women the far away stares are but shared thoughts of a misery
more bitter we drink from the same passed down glass.
Some things just don't have to be said to be understood.
The nights my watch my vices fuel me for yet another round.
the neon signs my beacon And the moths glide to flame with the turning of the switch.
Were all ****** up but seldom can some show the flaws .
I embrace them unspoken please sign here.
Tommorows walk we'll pretend to not see for we all need to feel
invisible sometIme.
The end of my shift bids farewell to my collected chaos tired we've become in constant
recollection the light is off for now.
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 12:53 PM UTC
Unfaded love from ages past
It is time to let go at last, at last
Make is so my heart stops burning
For pleasure it is yearning, yearning
Faded happiness, lost years ago
Weights my soul, it feels so low, so low
You gave up and I let you go
We were dead wrong
And now I'm dead gone.
Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 2:07 AM UTC
these cold nights,I was with you.
these cold nights,I spent my time talking to you.
these cold nights,you were here.
tell me,you'll come back.
tell me you feel the same way.
I'll be waiting for you if you ever come back.
still,even in these cold nights,i still miss you.
during these cold nights i wish to spend them with you.
during these cold nights,i wish you'd be here.
I wish you'd tell me you'll come back.
And i wish you'd tell me you felt the same way all along.
If not,then you remain my unfaded memory that still burns in the back of my mind.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC
Break the glass encased around
Hear the loud crashing sound
See amidst the shards you've found
Is a secret long since forgotten
Read the words upon the scroll
Etched in ink derived from soul
From half of one which once was whole
Thrown into bottomless sea
Pass each letter with your gaze
See this love, a trivial maze
Unfaded by a undaunting phrase
Oh sweet love, return again
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 4:52 PM UTC
helplessly, I watched
the sun set before
it even rose,
dewdrops faded
like vulnerable dawn
afraid of the noon
that never came...
yet, why do I feel lost
amongst sweet dream,
oblivion in your arms
and forgotten
amongst my a forever
once promised?
you were a mirage
but the heartache you left
was real and hurting...
you left hope hopeless
still I am a believer;
my scars your reminder.
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 5:56 AM UTC
As the Northern winds let loose
My thoughts they turn to you
The mystery to my moments
My cool September blue
You left a trail of flowers
I wish to follow and pursue
You left memories unfaded
My cool September blue
You kissed me in the season
Held me in the dawn of truth
Thawed the chill of reason
Turned my senses loose
The furnace of my heart
Cannot warm me now
I shudder, chasing my thoughts
As they chase your ghost somehow
Leaving me momentarily breathless
Without a summers clue
Hoping to find you in time
My cool September blue
I know you'll come again
And bring a brighter hue
But for now, I stare in silence
My cool September blue
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 10:12 PM UTC
died without knowing the truth of what happened.
the past unforgiven and never again forgotten.
memories lost are now found.
no justice in a world that is round.
a sadistic amnesia with repair to the damaged mind.
my heart breaks with what I find.
remembering a soul mate too late.
when it mattered the most.
I now stalk his ghost.
a bodyguard untrusting.
a sickness was lusting.
evidence remembered but undiscovered.
a last will and testament in the wrong hands.
npg was his band and 3rdeyedgirl became his new world.
he found me when I could not remember.
after he died my memory returned.
my heart cracked and burned.
his essence cremated.
his assets debated.
his legend unfaded.
my soul forever waited.
a destiny outdated.
an image unhated.
a body degraded.
now extinguished.
pure intentions never mentioned.
to bring him back a miracle I wished.
I would give anything to make true.
to restore his life new.
so together we can be two.
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 6:04 PM UTC
He held my face and lingered
Eyes like the stormy seas
As if I could see into the world
Where he and I are free
And the sky lit up with clouds
Where love overcomes death
His face unfaded like the sun
For what is lost are only feelings
Moved by the wind unsung
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 2:11 PM UTC
Your black, charcoal eyes
Enchantingly hypnotic
Like dreamy autumn kiss
On my skin
Ignite my unfaded passion
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 7:06 AM UTC
Do you ever cry for things long past?
For some things you miss,
And times that wouldn't last?
Do you ever wish for memories,
Those days of joy and bliss,
To return again with ease?
Do you ever weep for loved ones gone?
For words said in haste
That can't be withdrawn?
Do you ever hear their falling tears?
Flowing free and unrestrained,
Unfaded through all these years?
Do you ever seek forgiveness pure?
Having brought what they've faced
And been made to endure?
Do you ever wish to apologize?
Show love unfeigned?
And dry tear soaked eyes?
Do you feel that love inside you grow?
Wanting nothing more
Than to ensure they know?
And in joyous embrace felt through skin to the core,
See that love in THEIR face,
And NEW memories in store
©Neil F. 9-30-2013
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 1:24 AM UTC
Vast Winter I have you
Under cloud and sullen skies
Revolving endless loss - Life
Closed utterly
Over impressions of Summer
Like faded ancestral footprints
In arid and dry wilderness - Choked
We breathe
And turn rested on past horizons,
Sure memory poised and pressed
Unfaded prints as fresh as yesterday;
The aching of soft sorrow
Peels the ever intruding smile.
Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 3:20 PM UTC
Morning commences with the friendly clink of
cups, sitting beside the tea cosy-clad kettle,
Fresh, calming fragrance of warm tea nudging at
My just-awakened senses, a little unsettled,
My favorite ghazal colors the background,
The record though scratchy, its influence unfaded;
Abida Khanum mellowly croons, urging her lover
to not insist on leaving that day.
I smell, instinctively, the red rose he hands me,
The same rose had traced my skin in the dark
The missing petals testimony to its journey
Over troughs and crests, marks and landmarks.
What is so utterly, heartwarmingly romantic
about something as simple as him spreading
butter on bread, mixing sugar in chai,
what makes his 'routine', for me so endearing?
He watches me eat, breaks into a smile so wide,
'How do you enchant me, even with the mundane?'
he asks, same question amusing us both,
Same passion coursing through our veins.
The poetess inside me, happily chuckles,
Of being the one expressive, of solely giving away-
Are the days of the past, as breakfast in bed
Becomes our way of Give and Take
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 5:41 PM UTC
Strings sharpen the plane of my words
Psalms heaves as the knife cut my words
These blades shall never hurt me anymore
These blades are the weapon of the unsuffered
Once I locked the heart within a flame
Turns and meanders of the fearless and lame
These blades shall never hurt me anymore
These blades are the weapon of the unsuffered
Angels whispers of the undue fortunes
As tears billow in the depths of the tunes
These blades shall never hurt me anymore
These blades are the weapon of the unsuffered
The rhythm cuts me in halves under troughs
Diced under the authority of dragons
These blades shall never hurt me anymore
These blades are the weapon of the unsuffered
Here I am once again, overturned all latches
Words once again over unfaded skins
These blades shall never hurt me anymore
These blades are the weapon of the unsuffered
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 6:57 PM UTC
*Two events
Remain unfaded
In my life
That beatific day
When you being
Covered my conscious
And that demonic day
When that accusation
decapitated every cell
of my tender heart
How still I am hopeful
Like a honeybee
in union with YOU
my LOVE flower*
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 1:07 AM UTC
I need you to understand my silence
not my eloquent words of wisdom
not my mountain of intellect
not my impactful insights on the world
not my ability to introspect.
I know not of these things.
I need you to understand my existence
what exists in me through my experience
carrying loved ones
unfaded
persistent
optimistic
consistent
hope.
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 3:32 AM UTC
All coveted gladsomeness is near it's end,
and from all it's foolish manifestations
I must refrain.
Despite this I do offer something of my intimacy,
without frustrations or complaint;
my legacy to come before my decadence,
not after,
(tho I am without fortune in even this regard.)
I give of myself freely
for I know generous equivalence
to such an award is given thereafter, and without
restraint.
It will not be just a reward,
but a just reward.
Blessed am I in my unfaded attitude,
for I have discovered how to
gaze on attributes,
not thru my old insensate reveries,
but after personal growth
-despite hearing the defeatists scholarly jokes-
those remorseless platitudes,
unjust whisperings on
the philosophies
of human constructs and concerns
throughout history;
these meandering mortals
and their mutterings then to scatter thru the great hall!
So be it so, I will be understanding, cordial.
After all, I still have to undergo the passive experience,
to go on examining the concrete nature
of this thingness in awe
of a heightened certainty
where esteem and pride must be earned by all,
a sense inspiring of something far better,
a spirit untied, unfettered,
is that impulse of the will that urges humanity on
by strong moral pressure.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
The yellow taciturn
highlights of your room
The glistening of your crystal eyes
Snow globe domicile
Star studded decorum
Infinity unfaded in
the ribbon of our embrace
Recurring dreams of
our hypothetical life together.
And dreams apart.
Seperate our bodies but
not our souls nor our hearts.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 3:18 AM UTC
There is a wonder I have of creatures
The sky is ridden with stars
Can they see them?
And do they wonder and awe at the dots on what should be a blank sky
There is a wonder I have of mine
Is their dreaming before the dawn of time?
Are we dreaming in utero?
Who created our dreams?
Was there ever a time we did not exist
Is the past but a figment?
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 6:07 AM UTC
It was a day like today
Thursday winds and blues
when I was ushered
on the volcanic soil
It was a day like yesterday
Wednesday lights and blooms
when I prepared to leave the womb
and touch the web of the world
The disconnect from the placenta
was the start of the absentness
inquisitive of this voyage
the forgone past I left
For what karma should I learn?
in a world that I am perceived
as weird and out of control
who can teach me to be?
For what karma should I learn?
as a non conformist creature
one who can't acquiesce
in this inauthentic existence
It was a day like today
A Thursday of torrential rain
When I felt the pain of the world
the unfaded tears of the masses
It was a day like tomorrow
A Friday of hope and love
when I long to make a difference
Fuel my being with zest and joy
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 2:07 PM UTC