"unkindled" poems
father flesh your vows were made
with certain good intent
better yet the brows you raised
could see no self dissent
strong, you were
a rock of sorts
which seldom moves an inch
long, you were
on life of course
life is but a cinch
oh so brave to walk the fire
the fire gone unkindled
a smothered flame to breathe again
once properly swindled
conscience plays a partial part
in stemming liability
but time you'll find will rob your mind
of valuable stability
it's a tell-tale sort of story
though no moral or no fable
and if you'll kindly pay the ransom-
the deed to my betrayal
we shall climb this rugged mountain
together we shall ascend
and once atop the sound will drop
"my father is my friend!"
©Jason Cole
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 10:53 PM UTC
The knot,
Perplexed at its simple complex elegance,
tying two loose ends,
The weaves and tensions that holds together,
unifying bonds yet as far as they can be.
A knot is all around, those who knot and those who not.
I was not.
I didn't know how to knot.
Strings all around tangle but rarely knot,
the simple geometry without angles nor shape,
the beauty when a knot takes place,
a consistent loop they make
nothing spectacular for a circus but interest took pace.
trial and error, the two ends are brought closer and closer,
they pass and meet, the excitement and anticipation of the feat,
to what will the knot take place; fascinating,
dream or visualise but know not the form this knot takes.
The strings tangle and tangle,
the string beginning to take the form of a loop,
success is always a thought and a want,
but sometimes is what we seldom get
sliding past and they untangle with such pace as to realise,
the strings flew part.
This interest this passion for a knot,
as a fire burns its brightest the more fuel it use;
if the fuel is not enough, this fire quickly tears away at its sustenance,
leaving only a hollow hulk,empty.
An ember that is burnt and unkindled.
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 5:25 AM UTC
My heart grows weary with the passing of each day as I sojourn on this seemingly endless voyage... a voyage through the seas and through the woods... through the hills that yonder stood....
Through dips and through downs, it all comes around
And even still as my heart grows thin, there's this urge that grows within
A fire unkindled, a flame unfanned by mine own hands yet still it burns...
A flame so strong that it carries a song as it spews its embers throughout this cold September...
**(man it's cold & **** she's cold...)
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC
sounds can testify the details of a picture
whilst unholy orbs can earwitness the vowels and consonants
beneath the smoke is an ibidem treasure
nothing but the end of the line of the coincidence
there's something about the heat,
the taste,
the texture,
and the rhythm,
that puts each creature in a strange addiction
it draws me in a helix composition
or a different compensation
and most of all,
i'm bottled up in a wild satisfaction
my mundane hours would feel extra deserted
just like my camel stick when it's unkindled
i might hate seeing―experiencing typical things
but never tired of this kind of habit that seems brittle
or a sense of rage, not even a little
because of every sip,
my piercing thoughts became a whistle
as soon as i light up a coffin nail
my veins will finally ignite, once again
the dark shack i'm in will be darker
but brighter in my eyes
then my lonely spirit will be lonelier
but i'd have unseen friends in disguise
the subdued toxins will shatter in ashes
but it won't break like my positive qualities mixing in the air
turns out i'm not sniffing the exasperating scent
merely engulfing the ache and the rasp regrets
my peeves shall drown in my foggy statements
letting my weight float through the clouds
mind's hazy,
vision's blurry,
tears shiny,
and heart's happy,
yet the sadness would still creep when the last breath's out
the aftertaste should be really more ravishing
similar to the catchy tunes of 'offonoff'
feverless, manipulating, non-colorless
and especially, not quiddity-vanishing
the nicotine never fails to send me over in a mnemonic mess
directing me in a festinate loop in so many ways
the menthol touch wouldn't be as cold as the other people nowadays,
but when they ask, they'd question;
"what was the song, by the way?",
i'd stumble and fall with my laconic disorder
inside my head like a wounded cassette
then i'll answer,
it's cigarette
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 9:45 PM UTC
A heart grounded by Earth's beauty.".True" emotions flow like Water...My wrath an unkindled fire..cool as a breeze blows I continue like the unsettled Wind!
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 11:17 AM UTC
Frustrated by the weight inherent with trust
Too many words written in stone turning to rust
Nonsensical as it may seem
Everything fails eventually
Heart, host, body and mind
Time and reality,
Rather unkind
Mimic those that do it best
Failing to succeed
Puffing out your chest
Laugh and smile in the mirror you bought
Unkindled by the spirit of rot
Everything is everything
Until it's not
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 5:50 PM UTC
Talk to me hold me.
Tell me what u feel .
My heart yearns for your touch,
Your laugh it runs through my veins,
like a drug,
my addiction is
unkindled, unharnessed, unbelievable.
I want to know your name,
who you are
But for now i wait in silence for you,
my drug my addiction my nameless face and faceless name
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
I bide my time
Living a lie
Till I can find
A safe place outside my mind
But its all empty words
And lines blurred
By my unsuccessful incurring
Of my lifes worth
Into anothers heart
Hoping for a new start
But the burden
Of past lovers blundered
The lighting and thunder
And mustered the spark that remained
That remains unkindled to this day
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
What’s the point of love?
You only get hurt in the end
Traumatized and broken
Left to feel unwanted
Begging to understand
What exactly happened
Why you are left alone
Why they chose to hurt you
You fear the loneliness
Yet you also accept it
For it’s the only thing
That won’t leave you
The sorrow and emptiness
Is almost comforting
It surrounds you
Holding onto you tight
Yet at the same time
You feel a urning
A urning of love
But too afraid to grasp
Tossed in an endless torrent
Of back and forth emotions
Wishing with all your heart
Things would have been different
Darkness clouds your heart
You turn away from love
Knowing that in the end
It’s only going to hurt
No matter how much you beg
No matter how much you wish
No matter how much you cry
They don’t see how bad you hurt
They don’t see how much you love
They don’t see how much you want them
How badly you need them to be there
How badly you crave their touch
You dream of the past
Wishing the love was still there
Then remember the pain
And begin to cry again
May 16, 2021
May 16, 2021 at 9:28 PM UTC
#And Jacob sware by the fear of his father Isaac.
[Genesis 31:53]
Sharp trauma must have lingered on for good
in Isaac’s silent dazed humanity
halted by heaven; trembling laid on wood
too young to question father’s sanity.
Was it a light thing? To be thus withstood
by Jehovah’s awful benignity…
Faltering further up life’s mountain, would
he carry the damage with dignity?
This just might explain the forty-year wait,
meditating on the ram, on his fate.
The paralyzing laughter of his name
even after life unveiled in his tents.
A certain hesitation does make sense
in the son laid out on unkindled flame.
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 9:52 AM UTC
As
seasons contract
minds
change
from
barefoot kindred
spirits
to
old ghosts
unkindled
colours
fall
quiet
at
winters
call
love
Beyond
skin
is
beauty
within
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 12:56 PM UTC
My
Sense of self
Is wearing down
I feel the corrosion
In my head
My body
And soul
Like
an unkindled fire
Amongst
a sea of flames
The 'thump thump'
of my heart
Slowly drowned out
By
The thunderous boom
Of those around me
Self actualization
On
the tip of my tongue
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 12:18 AM UTC
Musing with Laura,
sleep is denied
Dreams wait unkindled
—darkness on fire
(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
Feb 2, 2022
Feb 2, 2022 at 3:02 PM UTC