"vail" poems
Trust me I am shadow. Trust me I am death.
Trust me I’m the vulture in the net.
Trust me I'm a master. Trust me I’m a legend.
Trust me I am what you call a monster.
Trust me I am reason. Trust me I am chaos.
Trust me I am not a human. Trust me I have never been a one.
Trust me I am not a seeker, for what I am is what I seek.
Trust me I’m the voice inside an empty mind, possessed by greed and anger.
Trust me I’m unreal, Trust me I’m insane.
Trust me I’m a predator, Trust me I am pain.
Trust me all my victims are aware. Trust me that my reign is there.
Trust me all of them should know, not to trust the guy that river flows .
Trust me all of you are so fragile, Trust me I am really bad as vail.
Trust me, you don’t wanna know, if you can trust the snake behind this row.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 1:20 AM UTC
Memes! Angels, aberrations of opposition super standing
overseeing you,
The screamin' heebie jeebies.
Yo, where you wanta go, you axin me we just go
with it, the flow 'know?
What I mean is, are we memes or mes or messes of yeses
gone all johnny rcome late-rotten scarred scared, some thing not so far
from sacred when you put your mind to the whole idea of life being
at all. Thinking this is not easy. We are Able. Our belly's living waters cry out,
you are your brother's keeper, yes, you are.
Be leavin' that be, I am is, and you is,
too. When you apprehend the meme named
war.
That meme has led the me-me mob for as far as men
remember, but
now, machines remember for us, all the facts, just
the facts, ma'am.
Why'd the d go into a comma, Pop?
Welt (Duetch, bitte) Enshaung, glaube ich, vie leicht, aber
are we ever going to filter out these German bleed-overs?
stay tuned, next week the meme beacon is pulled down,
who shall pre or post or ex maybe vail, travail, like
trip
wow, I hate being a 20 year old vet back in the U.S. of A.
FTA All the way, Airborne
******** Herman Hesse ********
Jorney to and fro the east to west, and soon, et
cetera. Siam is a mere myth now, eh?
As the Narnia thing not called a heathen lie was allowed
allowable in mere Christianity.
I've only seen the English POV's on PBS, they may be filtered through
feedback, meme belching bursting bubbles from new wine 'nold vessels about to plode into eternity, singing along.
Thank you, very much. May I introduce, duce, intro duce, y'gittin this?
Duce means 2 if you see e squeen between, you see that?
Fun. No reason for fun? Who here, now, believes that or, no,
bees leavin' those lies be told?
Hunh? Y'know? Watch man, waht of the night?
See, what I mean? All this from me hearin' some guy say,
"Come and see, like that was okeh. For any body, n'me, too.
Thinking, as a past-time, is pointless. You know, if you act like it.
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 1:21 AM UTC
Sadism
Against your dogma
Felt like a solace
Being said that,
It's a constitution
Humans vail
Agreed to their stupid conception
Made by
Their greatest grandfather
Shriveled, i say
The gyves
Yet they still asking,
Where is my rights?
And you just sat there,
Befriends with silence
Behind the coffin
************
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 3:01 PM UTC
311
It sifts from Leaden Sieves—
It powders all the Wood.
It fills with Alabaster Wool
The Wrinkles of the Road—
It makes an Even Face
Of Mountain, and of Plain—
Unbroken Forehead from the East
Unto the East again—
It reaches to the Fence—
It wraps it Rail by Rail
Till it is lost in Fleeces—
It deals Celestial Vail
To Stump, and Stack—and Stem—
A Summer’s empty Room—
Acres of Joints, where Harvests were,
Recordless, but for them—
It Ruffles Wrists of Posts
As Ankles of a Queen—
Then stills its Artisans—like Ghosts—
Denying they have been—
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Walking into my room
I see a lonely primrose
Looking to the sun
Dying while it goes...
Slowly
Tears fall gently down its petals
It glistens in the sunshine
It does this constantly
Time after time
I have watched her for hours
As she wept away the day
I fell into my dreams
Every time the moon came my way
But tonight I will see this primrose
When the moon rests in the clouds
When lampposts become the sun
When the cities lose their crowds
Oh I will see whats behind my vail of dreams
I will see why I don't hear her weep
I will witness that precious moment
When the primrose and the moon will meet
Time passes me
My eyes can feel it go by
Dropping into my dreams
Reality is saying goodbye
But then
As the moon gently arrives
The primrose looks up
Her quiet sobs slowly subside
I have seen the beauty of golden rivers
The sunshine over the mountain top
Snow on the green pine trees
I have seen the orange in the sun rise pop
But I have never
Or I ever
Seen this divine beauty
That will live with me forever
This primrose bloomed
In my once room of gloom
In the silver bright light
Of the wide eyed moon
It was quiet at that moment
Silence was its gorgeous view
The primrose looked at its only love
And said...
"I cannot live without you"
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 8:44 PM UTC
Vail tied to a weathering mask
with a child in tow
who grows swollen
And swells like his mother
from which he reluctantly
reared his head
In what was called The Cadaver Twist
A ******* accident, no less
No virtue in a conscience yet to breech
A lesson likely learned early
If only ...
Paternal instinct as the peripheral
responds autonomously to the bottle
with intervals of grease pouring
down the gullet
The rain decimates in torrential strife
Laying in bog known as
What Once Was
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
Tangles of vine, wisps of thorn,
Roping a rocky face of granite,
High, on a hill are drops of sky,
Green hands cradle purple beads
Of the sun, whose skin is frosted
In water vail, morning days' dew
Has come, birds and bees singing
Songs to hum anew, this offering
All to ancient invitations of spring,
There will be wine and flower laid,
Before rise of moon or day is done.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC
Tangles of vine, wisps of thorn,
Roping a rocky face of granite,
High, on a hill are drops of sky,
Green hands cradle purple beads
Of the sun, whose skin is frosted
In water vail, morning days' dew
Has come, birds and bees singing
Songs to hum anew, this offering
All to ancient invitations of spring,
There will be wine and flower laid,
Before rise of moon or day is done.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC
Colder Still
In my life I have known love, loss, brokenness and betrayal. These things things are but a part of this lively vail. I accepted such things in hopes that I would prevail.
Though I’ve continued wandering through the misty avenues of life..I found only torment hurt and strife. All the while I heard a voice near at hush say...”you’ll grow colder still.”
I stood at many doors, yes doors to other hearts..I continued knocking, only to see them depart. So I stood in grief and began to lose my will...yet I heard the voice louder “you’ll grow colder still.”
As more years passed and people become more vain and conceited, I to my solitude and grief retreated... With my heart and with my will..the voice shouts now in command...”you’ll grow colder still!”
-John Marneslow
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 9:09 PM UTC
The cry
of the barrel screams
Screams resound across the earth's
Great Expanse
Expands from the lowlands of Vail to
the valleys of Los Angeles to
the depths of Oceania to
the oceans of death and,
after incessantly increasing,
incredulously stops.
Except not really.
Really, to most Valians,
he was just a name in passing,
fluttering past consciousness just long enough
to get a "poor thing" or a "shame."
Really, his body hit the cement a full
7 hours, 6 minutes before his parents came work
from home, not the other way round,
Saw the alien body of their offspring, then the corpse,
and threw themselves
at lawyers, counselors, and more lawyers
as each professional debated which lover
he wanted as his teammate in the opening of
The Blame Games.
Really, the cessation of Adam's heart
didn't open the gates in exuberant expectation of
The true savior.
His beats stopped when
the world began
The lost change in between his seat cushions
never had just one meaning.
Really, he never thought he would
ever amount to more than a dollar.
Really, the only question that matters,
the only entreatment with gravity,
is, Was he right?
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
It was exactly 2:00 AM...
You had lost your cool
Only this time, was the last time
The little water left had finally boiled over
And now there's nothing left inside
*** **** Crack, ****** Acid... Over Dosing...
Getting high, mentally exploding couldn't even do it anymore
And through your eyes, I guess I looked like:
Like a monster in your space show
Crushing the man in the moon, your best friend
Droughts would come into your life
Nobody helping, people running out of your heart
You caught easy like a lighter
Followed by a monsoon of angry tears and heavy depression
You sank to the bottom like a boulder
Nothing could stop these seasons
As I look back, you were incurable, made to self-destruct
I turned out to be the destroyer
Smashing ambitions and to be honest babe,
Your future darkened because of YOU, not me.
Yeah, I'm sorry I had to say goodbye, we all are...
It didn't help that I couldn't love you how you wanted me to.
A part of me went with you once you left Earth
And for some reason, I don't want it back.
Babe, Suicide Street has a cross on the side of the road in front of the old Oak.
Scratched into the little white wooden cross, is your name: Vail Hawkenson
Suicide Street just grew a little darker.
Now there's thunder booming, lightning cracks.
You're home now.
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 10:02 PM UTC
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Tangles of vine, wisps of thorn,
Roping a rocky face of granite,
High, on a hill are drops of sky,
Green hands cradle purple beads
Of the sun, whose skin is frosted
In water vail, morning days' dew
Has come, birds and bees singing
Songs to hum anew, this offering
All to ancient invitations of spring,
There will be wine and flower laid,
Before rise of moon or day is done.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 2:01 PM UTC
Why do we fight and argue
Over things that dont make since
Why do we scream and shout
Over things we cant work out
Why do we have this incessant need to banter and bicker
About every little meaningless insecurity
We scrutinies everyone's lives but our own
Plaster their lies on every visible space
And the skeletons are beating down your vale
Of hidden closet doors
Offer up your educated opinion in your best efforts of advise
For dealing with their misdeeds
And at every turn the skeletons are beating down
Your vale of hidden closet doors
They scrutinies your every move
Cold and calculated to take away your dignity
Until all you have left are the demons they made
And the skeletons are beating down your vale of hidden closet doors
They spit it back in your face
And expect you not to move
Only to leave you standing there
Feeling disgraced and bruised
They created havoc in your life
To be left wandering with no tears to cry
You bottled up every ounce of pain
Wondering the tole your broken laughter would gain
Made many a useless plea
Fall upon many a deaf ear
Let escape many hollow sighs
Wondering if they heard your placid crys
Broke the shattered mirror
For disgust of pieces of battered dreams
Wondering if the skeleton key can be re-cut
Standing behind your vale of hidden closet doors.
Dec 18, 2010
Dec 18, 2010 at 8:53 AM UTC
Swirling ledge
caught
Ebb and flow
must go
Wind waving
ride
here and there
true lie
Tune change
time
Live and die
unwind soft
Parody smile
luscious
Cut and paste
mortaly deep
Even style
portal
Laugh and cry
sleep wide
Long vail
absent
Push and pull
run left
Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 5:36 AM UTC
Many years ago
another place,
another time,
I felt the beating of your heart,
beating together with mine.
The starlight
on the water,
the glow
of the full moon,
I remember us,
the melody
of our eternal tune.
Scents of the Magnolias,
the soft feel of our kiss,
the love that was invoked,
true everlasting bliss.
Whispering breeze melodies,
waking with you each morn,
ultimate love,
strong and true,
forever
with you reborn.
Forever our love shall linger,
no amount of time can undo,
even in the vail of death,
I will forever remember you.
Many years ago
another place,
another time,
the beating of your heart,
beating together
with mine.
Another Place, Another Time......
~
Jun 26, 2021
Jun 26, 2021 at 2:31 AM UTC
Countless night pondering on the first star to rise and the last one to fall
I become submerged in a feeling of shame
Am I your timely muse or your periodical man?
If I sneak through a back door to see you, should you use a vail to cover your face as we leave through the front door?
Momma told me, love is blind but what exactly is love at first sight?
I lust for loyalty as I swim a riptide of cherry wine and surf on memories of us
But still I move the weight of our love, and just see the outline of what was
The best is overshadowed by the worst of me; an eclipse of truth
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 12:07 PM UTC
The shadows of the railing
By the room I played last night.
The whistle of a siren
And the blood of a lost fight.
And the closed sign on the food store
Brokenwss window, crack of light
And the hurt that won't subside
won't u let me look inside?
And the come on look from a burnt out *****
And the words that split my side.
Everything makes sense somehow
It's all that I expect
The tears I knew I'd always shed
The freight train singing in my head.
The rocks that turned a stranded heart
Into a sunken, flooded wreck.
Yet,
All of this is somewhat new,
Baby I never thought this would come from u,
Ur soul was clean and pure and.....
Jesus Christ am I so lame
That it snuck right up on me?
I who's every move was honed and practised,
1 and 2 and fucking 63 !
Oh here's the rub, the wake up call.
I never knew that dame at all,
She let me think she needed love
And I gave my past, and then my love.
And when her need of me was done
And some other shmo became the one
The line was cut, connection frayed
Her single, final, vail displayed,
she naked, danced into the shade
So I could fall, into the sun
Not laughed at,
But........
Tolerated,
tolerated
Tolerated........
By everyone.
Thank you.
I'm here all week.
Try the soup.
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 5:39 AM UTC
She walks along an avenue
some call the Vale of Tears.
Her agonies and sorrows brew
in eyes that vail her tears.
She whiles alone, her gaze unmet,
behind a veil of tears.
But can she flee from sadness, yet
with no avail of tears?
In time, the Rue of No Regrets
will countervail her tears.
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 4:53 PM UTC
.
Tangles of vine, wisps of thorn,
Roping a rocky face of granite,
High, on a hill are drops of sky,
Green hands cradle purple beads
Of the sun, whose skin is frosted
In water vail, morning days' dew
Has come, birds and bees singing
Songs to hum anew, this offering
All to ancient invitations of spring,
There will be wine and flower laid,
Before rise of moon or day is done.
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 7:17 PM UTC
Quiet becomes routine,
as he walks across the room;
His eyes aglow in dark,
A child's impending doom.
Beyond the Vail of innocence,
Does evil now embark.
Their hearts no longer trust,
As with their hands they cannot speak;
Silenced in their torture,
By their love;
A love that's now
Becoming bleak.
If I could have one wish,
I'd wish that wish again;
And again,
and again...
As one by one,
their blood would spill,
From each heart I hold
in hand..
Nothing more than cowards,
As they feed upon the weak;
Though now,
I'm turning tables,
So no longer will they eat...
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 3:50 AM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, just something to share from my drafts:]
mess me once
mess me twice
split the deeds
then **** the ice
fly if high or die
bought them special in need for a bail
to my depressed longing vail
what if served no more
what if dead the excite I anticipate greedily is sore
not of a notice
not of a presence
brought to numb and sleep till reach of no heavens
return the air
in need of light despair
breaks of laws and mounts of odds and dares
no truth in compare
let the brush do its fair
she knows how to care
no one but her
I do not know yet aware
to you alone I declare
nowhere to be found you are here
------ravenfeels
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 5:56 PM UTC
Falling like leaves off a rotten tree.
Husks of fruits and seeds; the ripen and those who will not complete their deeds.
Not bound by cold decrees, nor lifted by the warm breeze. Travelers who've reached the destination, faces lost to me.
We shared a way; hearts filling veins and soles stepping on lanes, dreams kept us sane, how things change; even in stagnation it's impossible for everything to stay the same. We were many now left with few, the numbers keep rising; those who now enjoy a view.
Never been one to believe in haven or hell,
I can feel that which separates us is but a vail. They, as the sea, are unbound free; as there are desert coasts one can know drought before they decide to float. Ships sailing on the horizon; they look like they would tip the moment the sky sings, I did not see the strike but the thunder now rings.
I look for understanding not pity because ,you see, if life is like a movie my future plot now has deleted scenes because one can not simply recast anything, especially, when the actors character was the key. If Ndingumntu I'm now missing more parts of me.
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 9:36 PM UTC
Under the vaulted sky
The grass below, my soul, and I
For no one knows the inner workings there
My heart exposed, laid bare
How oft they mock and stare
Yet know not what they see
For only I truly understand what is me
And the painted vail beyond my gaze
The sun set high in morning blaze
Soak my soul with warming rays
Humbled now and always
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 12:43 PM UTC