"unsheathe" poems
*I stand at the feet
of this stunning sunset,
The sparks in my eyes,
light each star.*
***Rhythm of each twinkle,
synced with that of my own.
Strong and sure,
albeit few and far.***
*Nameless wind brings to me,
stories of silky clouds
I pull your smile deep in my heart
and finally can breathe.*
***Familiar words
without cloaks nor shrouds.
Just words...
Yours and mine to reveal what
our hearts would unsheathe.***
*What day is this?
Perfect to find
the rebirth of
freshly dewed dreams.*
***It isn't yesterday
nor is it tomorrow
It's today...
Where the sun would see us
weave our tapestries
through promise-bound seams.***
*I feel deep in my heart,
a fluttery stirring,
A hope,
a strength to reach out to you.*
***This hope you speak of...
Tethered by no thread or string
Mending my universe
and making it new.
So now I stand
at the end of this set...
Seeking the beacon
that I had known.
I'd again brave through this day
tomorrow...
Just so that I could hear your heart
that beats with my own...***
Dajena M
ryn
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 1:18 PM UTC
The evening's still and quiet
and the katydids abound.
The flag is hanging listlessly
as I listen to their sound.
Desultory the summer air,
as though the world awaits,
"Something evil this way comes."
the foe is at the gates.
A feeling of impending doom
accompanies the air.
Nothing moves.
A stifling presence hovers over there.
Like a blanket, smothering
t'is much too hard to breathe.
And yet, my arms are paralyzed
and sword, I can't unsheathe.
I watch as shadows gather
in miasma up the street.
A harbinger of evil
with an odor, sickly sweet.
I feel it getting nearer
and my heart beats fast with fright.
What imagination ...
on a stifling summer night.
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 8:16 AM UTC
conquer me
with your words,
for I am a poet
of soul
my mind as open
as my spread thighs
my lotus aching
to welcome
your sword of gold
Unsheathe.
Come close.
until there is no light
between us
for inside grows
a luminance,
ever-burning
as sharp as ghost pepper
as soothing as
spilt milk
on petalsilk skin
as nourishing as
the stillness
of secret ponds
let us spin our tongues
into lava flowers
as we call forth courage
from the sunken
mists
of
time
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 6:28 PM UTC
i have held with
fascination, when i was young,
all of my toys.
a parallel universe of
marvels. imperial is the mood
of these ecstasies!
i remember my cheap svelte revolver
back in 1998 bought from
the festive bazaar in the marketplace at the dreary heart of Bocaue when i was
consumed by the thought of brutal force and how swiftly, in the hands of men meant for twisting open
the doors, welcome death
or the metallurgy of it.
i used to run off into the sunset
toting my gun high with pride
shunning the Sun, and the
reprise of my carousals is my mother
soldering in her white hands
a "walis tambo" and summoning me
homeward with a churlish grin
on my face, triumphantly ecstatic
over my rendezvous.
now my gun has withstood the
tatterdemalion of dog days
and in one corner i felt its
brokenness as it yearns to
be retired early in the peak
of my youth. happiness wears down like a chip on the old linoleumed floor and i tinker with
it to unsheathe the grime
of the unspoken stucco concrete.
i placed it in a box, my black revolver, together with the toys
that i once laughed with
when only bliss is as simple as a juvenile love, or the easy picking
of a santan over the fields
where i ran off into
the viridian laughing with the verdure of the world that i once knew as something so beautiful
and intricate.
i heard my black revolver went
somewhere behind the macadamized wall where i dreamt of having a basketball ring nailed to.
only i knew how to play
my revolver, and now that i am
caught within the heaviness
of all things that mean greater
than all other joys,
no other days could ever
surpass how
i made
a hero in myself
mighty with the tales
that i keep.
good ole black revolver, 1998.
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 8:53 AM UTC
unsheathe your ****
& swing away
slice the scars between
every leg
tears and blood
& latex rubber
get on your knees and bow
my 'lover'
-you are mine
i am i
rip and ride and
leave you dry
wipe those tears
from your face
open your mouth
as i fire away
swallow down we need not waste
(the system that we breed in is perpetuated by PHALLISCY ! CASTRATE THOSE WHO OPPRESS YOU!)
Aug 10, 2010
Aug 10, 2010 at 11:18 AM UTC
It never has occurred to me that people do not care.
I understand their reasoning and know it isn't fair
that no-one really wants a thing except things for one’s own,
that no-one wants to please you til you please them to the bone.
From this fact comes the heartache that we all must face sometimes,
though no one quite believes they’re not alone when anguish climbs.
There are, however, no-ones better than most ones out there,
who'll fain and fake a reason to assist and sooth despair.
It’s those who make the lonely world a worthwhile waste of age,
the ones who, when you’re insecure, give strength to turn the page.
This family, I've heard them called,
related or attained,
are those who wouldn’t be appalled
when your hands, red, were stained.
Contrariwise, some no-ones are much worse of ones than most,
they build up all your ego and they give you strength to boast.
Although you'll surely fancy them for giving such a gift,
they do so with malicious goals to set your mind adrift.
And once they’ve hooked your heart with hooks as sharp as hornets’ teeth,
they'll draw you closer with their charms and cunningly unsheathe.
It’s not a blade of iron or a blade to cut your skin,
but a blade made of desire that will pierce you from within;
a pin-point ***** that gives rise to a sudden heart-attack,
an ache inside that sets your mind and spirit far aback.
Love is how I’ve heard it said,
Unanswered, star-crossed, true;
they all exist to fill with dread
a slowly dying you.
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 5:09 AM UTC
My emblem is the Lion, and I breathe
The breath of Libyan deserts o’er the land;
My sickle as a sabre I unsheathe,
And bent before me the pale harvests stand.
The lakes and rivers shrink at my command,
And there is thirst and fever in the air;
The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
I am the Emperor whose name I bear.
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Come out of the mirror,
Come out of the blues,
Come to the real world,
It belongs to you.
Take a deep breathe,
Unsheathe the wreath,
Beneath the barren heath,
A new life is going to meet.
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 3:38 AM UTC
Tyger, Tyger,
burning bright
Like a lantern in the night
Who prowls slowly in the dark
Leaving not a single mark
He growls gently in the deep
Sighs to entertain some sleep
Shape and silhouette undefined
But are doubtless in my mind
To belong to that one creature
With strip-ed face and whiskered feature
Eyes that pulse and glow untold
Simmering with melted gold
As they stare and scrutinize
From mighty haunches he does rise
His massive paws and gleaming teeth
His dark lips will soon unsheathe
Like gleaming daggers polished white
Smiling bold in deep delight
Of finding company this late hour
Some small snack soon to devour
His body tense with animation,
Tail flickering with agitation
A coiled trap that’s set to spring
With a jolt and sudden fling
He jumps and runs past in a slur
Former countenance in a blur
Sprinting round with crazed emotion
Faster he spins in frenzied motion
‘Till the Tyger seems to vanish
As if some unseen force did banish
And all that remains is golden honey
Smooth and sweet, the color sunny
I gasp at this mysterious change
A curious sight, awing and strange
I ponder, profound in meditation
Wondering of next morning’s salutation
If this is all that it will take…
To drizzle on my next pancake
02/08/11
Jul 10, 2012
Jul 10, 2012 at 4:58 PM UTC
*No, I am not fighting back any remorse
It's my soul he needs to hunt
before I collapse on the floor*
She is not damaged
just a little hurt
I could live with her on any planet
or under a curse.
*I can send him on a quest
to unravel my soul.
For years, I can watch his green eyes
turn to gold.
I don't sense anything sinister
Maybe for once, I can unsheathe myself
to this patient listener*
Stars are strung through my soul
as I try to keep myself in the corner of my eye.
This bus maybe going downtown
but I couldn't feel any closer to heaven
*Look me in the eye, won't you?
Or just give me a faint smile
Let me discover all of you
even if it takes me a lifetime
In this bus, I see only the two of us
Inch your hand closer to mine
I promise I am not a Succubus
Let me take off this veil
from my heart.
Hold it. It was beating for you anyway
If you're my true love;
we shall never part
You're no angel yet I can see your halo.
We are not trapped in the dark.
Together,we can chase rainbows.*
Now that we have our hands intertwined
could the same be done for our hearts?
Believe me, it won't disturb the Ma'at.
Just two hearts beating together
connected by the truth's feather
just stay there, let green meld into brown
let me turn that frown upside down
*I wait for when a second outweighs the day,
so that we'll have the wishes we hoped we may
Like dancing in the rain with fiery hearts
that connect be put out,or torn apart
An unbridled joy that forever interlocks
the fibres of our souls, as we forget of clocks.*
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 9:32 AM UTC
no more than a boy trying to be a man
i once had come a crusader down from a far country
proud and strong with a sword swift and sure
wrote my name in the battles and beerhalls
but as my years travelled i began to wonder until
in the failing embers of a nights snowstorm
i came to this place to her
where i had come a crusader to this the last mystery
where i had come a warrior
set to do battle with some dire foe
only to surrender with willing hand
in the chapel of her soft face
in the sunset birthplace of all mans deepest desires
in the fragile breath she leaves upon the very air
i dare not breath lest i disturb its soft flight
she tells me of a love that had forsaken
she tells me of a land from which she has fled
her eyes a dark fire like ancient pools of magic's
her lips supple like heaven creased with tender folds
in the chapel of her tender face
i did waste away my former days
wandering in the starlight musings of her soft laugh
dazed by the intricate dance of her deep words
she romanced me into the quiet of a man forgotten of himself
laid aside my sword and took up the ploughshare
laid aside my warring nature for the robes of a gentle man
now on this far distant night
with the crisp winter eve
a deep snow leaving a heavy silence all round us
the sound comes to me from a far land
the drums of war calling all true sons to defend hearth and home
i came to this place a young man
crusader to this mysterious place
where such dark fires burn in the eyes in such beautiful women
now old i pull on my armour
and unsheathe my sword and sharpen the arrows to fly true and swift
for even the chapel of her tender face cannot undo
even this the fairest of women
cannot deny
what dark wind has laid at our door
come a crusader with his stallion and steel
come a crusader to reap the careworn and the strong
come a crusader seeking his glory in the sun
i must go out to meet him
i must stop his plunder before he reaches her
i must slay what i once had become
a crusader no-more
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 9:00 AM UTC
this marauding dark.
a bleak behemoth ---
the head of the chimera.
integer by
blind integer,
life's
absolute emptiness.
a sidereal zero.
caught in the web
of a relentless
tarantula.
this
dead end
or this ***** in
the armor.
life's what you make it.
i make it like this:
intractable like a fiend,
these words unsheathe like
rusting swords in old scabbards.
i astonish death with smallness.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC
hold on,
just for a single
moment.
minutes fly by like seconds
& you fly out of my mind like a cannonball,
puncturing my ship of dreams in
slow-motion
all the way from one side
to the other,
shattering every structured thought I've ever had,
slowly flooding the decks with memories that would've been,
that have been,
that will be.
I hear the stained glass windows of
heaven
explode as splinters of hope
fly
past my head,
threatening to rip my feathered fantasies to shreds as I adjust the brim swiftly
& unsheathe my silver offense,
forged out of
hatred,
longing,
lust;
already dripping with foreshadowed revenge.
the captain's coat hangs
heavy
on my weak shoulders
as I drag my soaked guilt to the bow,
boots
slowly sloshing
through the blood & terror on my deck.
I feel my tortured breath,
in & out,
mixed with the harsh taste of salty rejection,
hear myself shouting orders even I cannot understand
above my men's screams of hopelessness.
I turn back & look at my ship,
eyes wide,
open to the world,
like a child who still has much to learn.
yet I fear I have taught myself too much as I look back on the chaos that is the sea.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 1:50 AM UTC
I can't....
Can't help these feeling
consuming me as
you assume about me,
presume to understand.
Listen sweetie -
I never had a choice
I wasn't right in my thinking.
In my reasonings left us both with
unrequested guilt.
Unanswered questions , doubted,
misguided- non-understanding,
abandoned- my un- abandoned disgust,
regretfully mistaken stolen moments,
regret deeply for not being there,
being not there even now....
Left a ache inside
for so long- I still cry,
I cry for myself too though.
It hurts to loose so much
to have nothing but questions,
doubt
wondering
wonderful bliss, mind erased...
blissfully -
no more thinking,
shaking crying,
blissful aint blessed when I had to forget.
don't speak or talk.. keep it in
deep inside
no one
tell no one.....
I was trapped,
taken,
thrown,
beaten & shaking.....
In my mind....
In my head- i felt no pain...
Lied to myself... lied about you.... about me.... about "it"...... about US.
******
Son-Of-A-Bitch!!!
Lying to me, lying to you,
lying lying lying
so much lying....
lying, drowning, dying, lying, crying, lying.......
PLEASE!!!!
how can they have lied- liars lying as i laid dreaming....
demons, screaming.....
I cried, screamed, dreamed & longed for this day
Fought & still fight for this day
A day where you'd know!
Where you unsheathe that sword-
Placed- deep in my heart, deep into my soul...
Did you know?
Did they tell you-
who I was?
Couldn't you of guessed?
Your eyes- my eyes
Your hand's - my hands
Your smile - my smile
Your laugh - its me!!!
I'm you
Your blood
My blood.
Didn't you notice
didn't you see
all me in you?
I knew from the moment your face
looked deep into my face
your shape
my shape
my mirror
your mirror.
Twin yet not - -
Mother╰♥•♥╮ Daughter
finally:
One - Whole
and
Together !
I Always Loved & Love You!
Dear child of mine -
╰♥•♥╮JANNELL ╰♥•♥╮
Always Me Ayeshah
May 7, 2010
May 7, 2010 at 12:41 AM UTC
Blessings and Curses, two Edges of the same Sword
A Swordsman is one Ordained, knowing When and How
To Unsheathe, to Cut, to Pierce, to **** only for Good
But if used only for his Good or sheathed rather than ****
He then is a Renegade, condemned by the same Sword
Jul 22, 2024
Jul 22, 2024 at 8:12 AM UTC
In the enrolling darkness
I awake to life once more
Healing after you last left
Regrowing my heart you ripped out
I see you as you are now
The happiness and life in your eyes
The joy my suffering has brought
The remains of my heart filling your empty one
No more, life is now mine to command
To appear before you, the person you made me
While celebrating my pain with your demons
You stand shocked, the thought of me horrid
I stare into your eyes
Once a portal to paradise
Neither say a word, mutter a sound
A moment conflicted with history
I unsheathe my sword
A sword meant for the death of the devil
I drive it through your rib cage,
Puncturing your lonely heart
You stare once more at me
Blood filling your lungs
I reluct to shed a tear
Not for what was, but for what wasn't
I pull my sword out
Your blood now decorating it with honor
I step over your corpse
Warmer now then it ever was
A few places forward
Lies your new lover, a newer specimen
Around him your demons praising
I walk to him, waking him purposefully
He sees me, his last sight
A ghost from a distant past
I leave him to Hela, a ritual for her
The blood angel marks his fate
The demons I slaughter
Their words not but poison
Lies that fuelled an old life
Their corpse the foundation of a new life
Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 12:10 PM UTC
The nebulas danced a twisted waltz, leaving a dusting of themselves behind after every step. White painted onto black, and then green, and purple, and all the colors of the rainbow into the sky, and the ballad wailed out its long notes as the song crescendoed into oblivion. Notes jumped up, adding brush strokes of stardust onto the azure of the absent canvas. A celestial battle was beginning, varnishing the open vault with beautifully broken carcasses and fingerprints forever to be seen. Each movement, every fractional breath, leaving a trail of stars and color and galaxies for worlds to gaze upon in wonder. Swords unsheathe and blood is finally drawn, dripping into elliptical formations, and hardening over stars. Asteroids are hurtled through the expanse in a way of symphony, in a way of ballet. The horrifying back and forth blending to something magical, creating an order from chaos, forming patterns in the dark. And suddenly the anthem comes to a ****** and stars are expanding and dissipating, leaving nothing in its place. And instead of new cruel masterpieces being added to what was once there, everything around gets pulled in, into the nothing until nothing becomes everything. The symphony swirls around in circles, adding bits of blackness between the blinding light, and soon the universe is following suit. As the closing notes ring out, the cosmos revolve and whirl and dance, they simply dance to the crestfallen fantasia as it cries out its call for help one final time.
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 12:32 AM UTC
oft the blade is unsheathed
and given its nasty lead
to jab the unprotected back
with no vision to the rear
and bleeding most severe
who could do such a deed
office hypocrites
are capable of it
so called friends
imbibe in it
to your face they'll play a charade
then with no scruples
they'll unsheathe the blade
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 7:29 AM UTC
When I was younger
I used fists
Instead of words
Pummeling
Pounding
Breaking
To show how I feel
I continued this
As days
Melted into weeks
Blending into months
Years
Until I stumbled upon
The pen
The perfect conduit of expression
In my personal opinion
Refined
Polished
Not sharp
But sharper
Gliding with grace
Drawing conclusions
Imaginary lines across
Your face
Stabbing you
Not inadvertently
But injecting the truth
In a convenient little vial
Only enough
But not enough
To keep you wondering
Watching
Mesmerized
Sitting at the edge of your chair
Alert
Anticipation
Coursing through your veins
Don’t look away
You never know when
I will pull the trigger
Unsheathe my knife
And glide tainted rivers
Spelling out everything
And nothing
The worst’s still yet to come
Who knew something so innocent
Could prove so lethal?
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 9:14 PM UTC
Some nights
I crack a window
to let out the stink
of darkness
unsheathe my knife
and think of carving
free my eyes
tossing them high
into a pine
so that they can see
all that isn’t going on
around me
instead I let the sharp
hard winter winds
of black starlight in
to fan the flames
of lonesome desire.
Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 5:43 PM UTC
We turn away from the wink and handshake with nothing said,
Flee from the decrepit, starving man as if we had no bread,
Pretend we don’t notice the beautiful girl the monster has eyed;
So unsheathe the silver sword; once again, we pierce His side.
Merchant tyrants laugh and brag and swag at suave cocktail deals,
While babies die, bombs explode, whole families look for meals;
Churches with groomed pastors naively sing and never play their part;
So unsheathe the silver sword; once again, we pierce His heart.
Where are my children, my boy and girl; do I hear their silent cries?
Does the sound rise above the nooks, crooks and preachers of lies?
Or have they been deadened already, never the chance to start?
So should their father take the sword to again pierce His heart?
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
she is a child on the streets in the light of day.
dancing.
she has made a world of her own, here,
in tattered clothes and still-bright eyes.
she,
who lives in fear and smiles still—
braveheart.
this is the life she lives:
a fight for freedom even now,
a thirst for better days,
a kindness that remains.
this girl—she is a child.
and she is fury.
*(beneath the worn-out dress there is a knife.
this child—she has been a fighter in so many lives.)*
this lady—she reclaims her royal right.
for far too long she has been dealt too much dirt;
my child. she hurts.
generous child; sometimes I think she has been far too kind.
she has been cheated too many times.
good lady, take back all that they have taken.
I want it back; I want it back. we will take it back.
(this is a shout, a hope, a full demand.)
good lady, you deserve far more than what you have been given.
my lady, dear child,
still you smile.
my goddess,
stay bright.
unsheathe your knife;
raise your voice, speak honest words—
let battle cries be battle cries.
old heart of mine,
old heart of this land I love:
stay bright, stay bright.
we will take it back and more.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 8:47 AM UTC
I seek the land of Solace.
Where the sea is blue, like my love's eyes.
It relaxes when boats sail.
Where trees are left to be.
So they product the necessity we indulge in.
And stand tall like guardians.
Where flowers conjure up a choir,
To greet the orange flaming ball that appears.
Where birds unsheathe their wings without fear.
Soaring freely as intended to.
Where blue skies dominate the land.
Clouds bring rain only to renew the land.
Where people of all kinds,
Laugh, dance, love, and enjoy life.
Where music reins supreme.
This is where I flee to.
This is where fate takes me.
I ask you my love.
Join me and forever,
Forget your woes.
Feb 2, 2011
Feb 2, 2011 at 9:20 AM UTC
Unsheathe the darkness from your eyes.
Begin the endless search.
Take in the pleasures you adore.
Explore into your mind.
Submerge with your thoughts and dreams.
Rampage through the nightmares and fears.
Catapult your way through the endless voids.
Remove the walls of the abyss.
Redeem your soul from which you sacrificed it to.
Watch in full force, your life.
Apr 21, 2010
Apr 21, 2010 at 5:27 AM UTC