"untiled" poems
Move into the morning light
let me see you in the way god designed.
All of this time you’ve spent trying to
make yourself perfect
but you were perfect all along
here in this light
bare
& beautiful.
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 2:14 PM UTC
People crashing down alone
Left behind in heartless stone
My heart is filled with silence…………..
My wounded heart is screaming loud
When I hear all lonely people shout
My heart is filled with silence…….
In the busy shopping streets
The lonely people’s heart scream loud their needs
My mind is filled with silence……..
In the rainy empty streets I walked alone
While my heart is beating like a falling stone
My mind is filled with silence……..
From the bedrooms I hear the empty screams of loneliness
The screaming starves away in emptiness
My soul is filled with silence……..
The screaming of loneliness pinches through my mind
The screams are dying like a holy bless and starving blind
My soul is filled with silence…….
Their screams are crushing down my brains
Like a heavy crown tied with chains
It throws me down in silence….
I walked the deepest valley in lonely pain
My heart is breaking in a bleeding stream
My world is filled with silence…..
My heart breaks in releasing human screaming sounds
And the warm blood of my heart touches gently the cold street ground
Forming letters one by one, touched by love in sacred silence….
Wild the blood streams out of my heart in slowly ending beats
Tender and carefully it touches the ground of the empty streets
Writing my name in a perfect silence………
By Unknown
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 12:43 AM UTC
I’ve got an axe to grind, so am sharpening it
on the wheel of my wit — hey;
blunt-force-trauma’s enough to a **** a man.
Who, by right, should’ve been an abortion.
I’d unflinchingly watch dogs
rip him to pieces.
In-fact I’d whistle
and call more dogs. But I
wouldn’t be the only one doing this.
If we were in space
I’d smash his visor
then ****** when he pops.
If this were to happen
it would, just mean that
I got there first.
If he were dangling off a cliff
to the bottom I would race
inflate a mattress to safely catch.
But I’d fill it with rocks and knives
just to be sure.
To be sure, to be sure!
Sep 23, 2010
Sep 23, 2010 at 4:43 AM UTC
I would really like being a guardian angel.
To do nice things for the humans in my charge
But they just account it to being a “miracle"
And I wouldn’t have to feel time move over me
Like worms dragging across my skin
But bask in the light of God
If only I believed in God
And forever being enraptured with mankind
Unknowing of age and sorrow
But puzzle in the ways they fit on the wrinkled face
Of an old man sitting alone at a table
While I be above him, stroking his hair
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 5:01 AM UTC
Importance is what is important,
not the specific thing that is said to be important.
That's all part of the riddle; a part of the secret.
One mussn't divulge too much, however,
lest it be necessarily stopped
in preservation of the 'predestined' natural progression of things.
Read 'twixt the very fabric of reality, itself.
Wisdom dwells in the subtle, not necessarily the explicit.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
Man's highest ideals;
These are the Angelic parts of Us.
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 2:21 AM UTC
I, too, dislike it.
However,
I was trying to not think
When out of the gaping wound
Of the car-detailing garage (smells like metallic ***
Came a Nissan GT-R fitted with an oversized spoiler.
Backing out sounded like clearing the throat of God.
A gold snake zizzed around the license plate.
Sunburnt hubcaps, fancy undercarriage installation
Casting a pool of violent light on the pocket pavement
Of gum blots. Was this that filled me with desire?
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 10:31 PM UTC