"unhewn" poems
Woe is the ballad that fills my soul
It completes my ruthless eternity;
Like a bird on a tree, the food on one's bowl
Among all the nonsense that there is to be;
Being a second option,
A scapegoat to all your problems;
An existence worth giving oblivion;
The black sheep of the perfect system.
Not tears, nor even happiness
Is a solution to my melancholy,
The darkness that lie within my heart;
A hatred that cannot be quenched by anybody.
My screams cannot be heard
My conscience has been sewn;
I am but the world's breakdown;
A creation unhewn.
In these words, entwined
Something to keep everyone reminded
A message for anyone to find
A being's life, tormented.
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 4:24 AM UTC
Falling
I panicked and
Snatched a passerby winged creature
I held it close
Us nose-to-nose
Tumbling
It called itself
Something Like Awe Perhaps
Spiraling
toward that pebble
That I always sillily perceive to be
A rock unhewn
This whispering loose leaf
Culled from the air's tangent
Impressed upon me
Sense, dear
Wan swan dip eve to cleave ars
Not once did it
Plea to be to be
It simply breathed breathe
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 2:54 AM UTC
O my Lord, help me with my request:
Set up Your permanent altar in my life.
Form the foundation of this altar,
with the unhewn rock of my stony heart,
since it represents the many hardships
of lack-luster, life experiences.
Organize these mundane rock fragments,
in a manner that is pleasing to You.
With this personal and secret platform,
I desire to commune with Thee frequently,
for it’s not for religious show or ceremony.
For my heart is still sacred territory,
not to be shared with the vain things,
that keep us needlessly separated.
And lastly Lord, I humbly ask that You
anoint this altar with the consecrated oil
of the Holy Spirit’s presence,
so that my life… remains faithful.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Eze 11:19-20, 36:25-29a; Psa 73:25-26; Prov 23:15
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 9:13 AM UTC
walk with me through lavender fields
the stuff which essential healing oils are extracted
relax with me in wind swept grasses
warmed with midmorning sunlight
stroll with me to forest canopy
and atop pine scented carpets
of dried Christmas tree needles
which fill my burlap drawer and closet freshener
quietly guide me over
fallen branches upon which mosses have grown
down winding paths of brown earth
brightest green leaf and fern
half a mile along we see the broken edges of blue sky
trail leading out to rocky cliff
overlooking beach strewn with driftwood
unhewn telephone pole
down the steep traversing path
to sandy shore of the tiniest pebbles
where tall orange rocky formations rise from
waters like islands....
walking along the water's edge
leave our footprints
where no one else has stepped today
enjoy every moment
the stuff which up until now we have only
gazed upon trough our windowed world
of yearly calendars.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 12:41 PM UTC