"vastest" poems
*I searched
the deepest depths
of the vastest oceans,
I searched way up high,
past the clouds,
in the bluest of blue skies,
I searched
deep in the hearts
of nature's greenest forests...
It turns out,
that I was carrying it within me
all along - only now, do I realise.
By Lady R.F ©2016*
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC
Apathy, oh dear apathy
How I suffered slowly
Heart so lonely
Even safe in their arms
Your coldest embrace
Hides my tear-stained face
Save me from the shell
From the nothing I have become
Dear apathy, dear apathy
My heart rings lowly
An echoless bell,
A great empty shell,
Ever trapped in the greatest of hells
Why you come to me I do not know
For you cover my soul and call it home
Shelter me from the rain in my head
Even when I wake from my shivering bed
There is no more dread
There is no more pain
Not sorrow nor aching
Only nothing again
Nothing but numb
What have I become?
What have I...become?
Dear apathy
Even when I should be happily
Joyously so
You refuse to go
Oh the great things that you know…
Dear apathy, dearest apathy
My heart, it suffered slowly
Until you came to me
Took me into your embrace
You shelter my tear-stained face
From all of this disgrace
That has become me…
Whatever am I to be,
With or without you
My dearest apathy?
My dearest apathy
I suffered so slowly
Heartstrings, tear and fray
For indescribable reasons I stay
Even whilst they play
Ever so lowly
There is no echo, no ring or sound
There is no song, no feeling at all
There is no care, not a bit in the world
For I have given all I have to give
In this great life that I live
I give and I give…
Until I can no more
Until I can no more
My heart opens the door…
It opens the door
Welcoming you into my coldest embrace
Dear apathy, you came for me
When I needed you most
I was but your host,
A wailing ghost
Until you came to me…
Now my greatest emotions
The vastest of oceans
They rest, now
They leave me be…
Since you have come to me
They leave me be…
Dear apathy, dear apathy…
These times you come to me
Shelter me, hold me to be
Lulled into your coldest of arms
Silence the alarms
Out with the candle
Out with me…
And welcome, dearest apathy
- Jay M
October 11th, 2021
Oct 11, 2021
Oct 11, 2021 at 12:12 PM UTC
They tell me to lay down
and to please look at the fish.
Notice how they glide
in-and-out of the cool-blue
water; how they don't have
a care in the world -- they're
fish: one out of millions;
mindless; alone in packed
tanks; alone, jammed in
metal cans full of corpses
and low-quality mustard.
Putting the mask over my
perfect nostrils, my straight
teeth, they say Don't be afraid;
listen to my humming; how it
will blend with the high-pitch
screech you hear, now; becoming
an equilibrium of torture and
fantastical strangeness, unbound
by Gods, by Persons, by Loves.
Inside this perfect dark,
you cannot think beyond
the giant broad strokes that
is the world sweeping by --
and it is marvelous, the
buoyant miseries floating
above your head; my head
of ambivalent visions;
the Earth's core, a furiously
violent brilliance, ablaze
beneath my feet, under
layers of confounded
deathly masquerade; a
mask much like mine:
an egotistical reflection
brought out by one's
feeling of gigantic import-
-ance, despite hanging
from the vastest of ceilings;
a wannabe church in the sway
of jungle mind; primitive instinct.
*********
You know you can wake up
at this point, or so they say.
What does it all mean, to which
I murmur, I don't know. It's
hard to say what I know; if
anything, all I have is doubts.
All I can muster are regrets;
I wish I could return to that
perfect dark, confused and
semi-philosophical; all-
pretentious: a feeling of
being bound by brokenness.
They tell me to chill out;
you use semi-colons like
they're heartbeats. Focus
on whether your chest
holds validity.
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 3:00 PM UTC
I get so mad knowing you will never understand what I see.
You can’t see the pain,
the memories,
or the people who make up these images.
My mind works in such an otherworldly way,
I wish it wasn’t so far away.
I wish I could just share it with the world.
Even if the vulnerability hurt me, it’d be worth it to be less lonely.
All my thoughts could be appreciated,
and in their own light,
to the right people only.
I think in sentiment, so the clues of the portraits I create,
would communicate in clear secrecy, the truth they bear about me.
This unimaginable beauty,
that even I only see in glimpses,
would maybe a have a place,
could maybe be hung in a museum,
sold in an auction,
stolen for its value,
fought for to save.
It’s infinite.
the stream, the river, the trees, the forest,,,
the undetected particles in the air glowing in the ray of gold squeezed between the canopy from the sun,
the world of green and blue underneath the repetitive streaming and complicated designs that carry rainbow colored fish,
even just the emptiness of sound at the precipice before the greatest vastest canyons of our earth...
You can’t dare to frame a single one of these without spending every medium you can find.
And now I think I get it:
Art cannot contain the beauty we see and feel,
It is meant to be a crack of a window to the inside of what's real.
Art borrows a pinch of the beauty to show the others a glimpse to awe at,
And if successful, that small crack may bring one into the glory of it all someday.
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 5:25 PM UTC
1328
The vastest earthly Day
Is shrunken small
By one Defaulting Face
Behind a Pall—
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*Sparkles and stars,
there is a brilliance in the sky
and a darkness, all around it
Child of wonder
child of Light
Oh my Lord, child
Please hold on tight
The worst of monsters
come out at night
A wingless child
Cannot take flight
Wonder, young child
Let the Light in you
emit from your wild
Chasing all you have known
that causes such fright
A grass covered field
A rolling, green hill
On your back, you look up
To a sky, brilliant blue
Until the blue I see
becomes the vastest of oceans
now, below me
On a windless, cloudless day
Wonder, young child
And watch all the monsters
float away*
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Jun 11, 2024
Jun 11, 2024 at 1:30 PM UTC
*Moments pass,
Days go by,
Time, it is too honest -
Arrogant, not shy.
It comes, and it goes,
It cares not, for your emotions,
It steals your dreams,
It throws them into
the deepest depths,
of the darkest, vastest oceans.
Time, it spares no pain,
It reminds you, constantly,
That it will soon take you...
It trys so hard
to make you anxious -
It will eventually break you!
It teases you
with the most pleasurable moments,
Those, that you will never forget...
It gives you special memories -
most precious,
and a few,
that you may live long enough
to regret.
Time, is an absolute blessing.
However, its inevitable end,
feels like a massive curse,
Time,
It ticks away faster
As you get older,
Making all of your anxieties
Feel horribly worse.
Time, it is impetuous,
And, unfortunately,
There a many souls
Who lack appreciation
For every blessed, precious,
Unstoppable second.
Sadly, they realise this,
Only when their final moments
Are about to come - when their last Breath is about to be taken;
When their soul
Has been beckoned.
Time,
It kisses you,
Then it runs,
It causes chaos,
Daily.
But, still,
With every second of it,
That we are blessed,
It makes us,
The lucky ones!
By Lady R.F ©2016*
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 1:57 AM UTC
1283
Could Hope inspect her Basis
Her Craft were done—
Has a fictitious Charter
Or it has none—
Balked in the vastest instance
But to renew—
Felled by but one assassin—
Prosperity—
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What's a moment without the thread?
Every clock brakes and begins to slow
So long since a tears been shed
Hazy eyes don't look but low
Seeing higher than the status quo
Freely opressed like an opening window
Lies are true and pride is gay
Counting time from doe to doe
Pricy fees I don't care to pay
Menial lives of grass to hay
Withering the vastest shade to grey
Shaping paths into cracked Concrete
My face plastered on your dismay
Pulling me out to every heart beat
Fates revealed from simple body heat
Lying dead on a scorching sheet;
Beginnings lost just as they were found
Pictures taken as blind love meets
Creatings reality out of invisible sound
Judgement conceived with no one around
Walking with chains nailed to the ground
Fastened tightly to stop me from growing
Drifting from pace enslaved as a hound
Keeps me from where I need to be going
Holding back all that i've been showing
Planting emotions I shouldn't be sowing
Igniting proposals of fragile connectivity
Claim to be committed but I tend to do nothing
Isolated inside of a crawling relativity
With depleted self esteem disguised as complexity
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 12:22 PM UTC
~•||\::/ ||•~
Have We no Words to say?
I ask as You ask
the Silence all the same,
wakes from Stillborn Being
not far away, remains in the quiet
sake of Sacred Space.
Twas our yearning,
reaching out into each-
other's Hearts
which sought to reach
the higher Mind,
pulling up so as to meet
the precipice of our feet.
Unbreakable, the ground
feels sound of solid mound to most,
but still, some weep
the warmth of safety.
We have birthed the Heavens
with each Word,
Let our Will be brave and mighty,
vaster than the vastest Sea,
be th'essence of Eternity.
Manifest intent through Prayer,
from unending patient Plea,
*We are One
Visionary*
We are never gone away
thus We may not stray
from Fruited Path
paved upon Community
of much the finest Character,
of such the likes as We.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 10:09 AM UTC
we lay in the fields and on the dry hills
and smoked green out of a purple pipe and you kissed a boy who talked about crystals and rolled down under the stars
i shared my cigarette with soft lips and a strong jawline,
we all drew ourselves together on the hill that overlooked the world;
we we're the tallest, vastest beings ever to live, and the glowing lights that we're stuck like splinters in the palms of the sky we're mere reflections of what was within our glowing skin.
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 2:02 AM UTC
I weep for the breakers of things.
I cry for the destroyers
I mourn for the burners,
the crushers,
the warriors;
My heart breaks for the breakers of things.
From some timid landmark of dawn
From some futile cry of a mother in morning
From one tired yelp at the breaking of day
Arising despising the darkness descending
From some sparrows soaring
Where mansions are shining
And we with the warmth of hellfire opining
Weep yonder, we breakers of things.
They bled their red, their lines drawn deep
They poured their pots to wine
They gave the evil lonely sun
some bricks to bake
some backs to burn,
They sizzled, swaddled, and in air remembered
what life means to the withered, breakers of things.
Tarry not longing for some Ebenezer
Tarry not healing and balming the wicked
Tarry not over these dreams of ash
forming cracking among the sickest
secret heros of these verses
Won't weep for you, you breakers of things.
We fly with the fortunate
We jet high on the vastest expanses
a geography of sorrow
charting the grief of the waters
We dive deep down among broken things.
We lament holy breakers of things.
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 7:27 AM UTC
Alluring
each single cell and fibre
An event horizon
briskly scathing wider
A hyper-nova powerhouse
The death of a Sun
Quiet as a mouse on Earth
In Space perhaps a hum
Quite the sight we've never seen
From our eyes to the sky
But envisioned by a telescope
The vastest contrasts of realities
Exist so far and wide
Hard to fathom
Tiny atoms
Galaxies like grains of sand
What is big?
What is small?
Whatever the answer
Space is ******* cool!
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 7:43 PM UTC
I yearn to exist in a space where the stars all but blaze
Where “stars” aren’t celebrities their plaster faces plastered
on magazine covers lining the shopping aisles
But where they bask in the night sky unpolluted
And exist radiantly
Where the culture ceases to revolve around
the newest latest fashion or video
And instead revolves around the ripening of figs
And the blooming of chrysanthemums
And the migrations of the swallows
Where we look like awestruck children
to those unpolluted stars above us
and this great earth around us
to tell the time and pass the seasons,
Living then in harmony with the revolution of the very soil and air
from which our life flows
It’s easy to forget
I crave an environment
that does not depend upon phone screens
Where my peers and myself do not walk through life
in an addicted daze
Unaware of the haze that descends as an effect
of such technological dependence
We are walking around with our eyes unconsciously searching
for the stimulus that society constantly feeds us
We are tripping over ourselves just trying to keep up
These electronic signals flashing upon thin panels of glass
And This is what we call Living
The dopamine flooding our brains
when that text vibration brings our popularity to attention
Capturing our attention holding it captive
We are prisoners of our own purchases
Stepping into voluntary chains
Producing our wrists for shackles
Rusting our humanity away enchained
in a web of unsocial media and notifications
We neglect to make space for our own existence
Disconnecting from our own physical experience
We don't even feel our fingers typing and swiping
Hoarding gluttonous over likes and comments and click bait headlines
Consumed by our own consummation
We never have any silence
I yearn to exist in a space where our eyes like stars all but blaze
Awake with acute awareness of the present moment
Where we break shackles and push comfort zones
Basking in the raw beauty of an exuberant life we are conscious to experience
I yearn to exist together as radiant as the stars in the vastest galaxy
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 5:25 PM UTC
Lady RF
Soul Searching
I searched
the deepest depths
of the vastest oceans,
I searched way up high,
past the clouds,
in the bluest of blue skies,
I searched
deep in the hearts
of nature's greenest forests...
It turns out,
that I was carrying it within me
all along - only now, do I realise.
By Lady R.F ©2016
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC
Kiss the earth slowly...lay a hand upon it...
nudge it, set it assail as if it were water.
Feel the body become a wisp of smoke--
disinheriting, yet curling about its fire.
Titillating the vastest contention of air,
and or ether...I do believe this sketch is
elementally complete...that's it folks.
Konstantinos Mark
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
Tracing parallel lines of fate
this upcoming moment
weaves fabrics of mutual experiences
as we carry on
our separate ways
together
A voice
of thousands of voices
my voice
tangles the clusters of my thoughts
strangles my cognition
twists my vision
Can you hear it
Across thousands of miles I found
In jungle of uncertainty
a grove of serenity
Amid dessert of desperation
an oasis of satisfaction
Who you are
is everything I've been striving for
When the sun goes dim
And the sky rains fire
I will be here
Walking beside you
like spindrift tracing ocean waves
Put my arms around you
like canyon embracing blast from the plain
Amongst
the city grids of dusts
the canopy of ashes
We suffocate
melt
integrate
into each other
Rise, and roam
beyond the vastest atmosphere
conquest, and dwell
above lands and seas
Feed me, as my heart
falls in bitter hunger
Caress me, as my flesh
burns in blazing desire
Deep down the abyss of the inner me
A voice shouting restlessly
I need you
I need you
Can you hear me
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 11:13 AM UTC
naked as the ...
(...well, whatever)
the vastest forests
the mystic child
uncovering the dream
of those who linger
the purest revolution
of stars and men
running free
through holy waters
unwavering devotion
***** and *******
everywhere
anyone
everywhere
anyone
in the arms of mountain women
in the heart of fiercest fight
naked as god
before creation
waiting upon
the true light
(and you are here)
everyone
anyone
everyone
anyone
i see
dressed in rags
and ***** aura
who is here
and why
naked as
we who stumble
fall
and always rise again
Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 2:45 PM UTC
As a flower blooms it gives its best
Not that aware of others that are around
As each star it shines it shines alone
Not that aware of others seen from the ground
As a tree it grows, It grows as brilliant
As it can grow according to its lot on earth
It provides oxygen and only takes its own space
But though its only a tree it has such worth
As a cloud so high within the vastest sky
Its within its self beautiful even if alone
All things taken more so for granted in life
Are important as any other .. earth their home.
terrence michael sutton
copyright 2013
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 9:44 PM UTC
I love you is the heaviest and vastest sentence I know.
I spend my days trying to work out if im being crushed under it.
... Or drowning in it.
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 12:48 PM UTC
We're all just stars
Waiting for the moment we can truly explode
Waiting for the moment we can quietly fade away
Coloured by the numbness of living
And the coldness that death brings
Dully stinging our minds
Shaping our flesh and bones
Into something so strong
Yet so weak without a cause
No reason for hope
No reason for satisfaction
Because we're all just cold, lonely, numb stars in the vastest universe imaginable
With no real capacity to leave
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 3:48 PM UTC
Fluid time, fluid stone, fluid light
all right, solid nothing,
nothing at all, a solid wall,
with a clustering of curious curio types,
messengers messaging between
whole and part, paid tuition
ars intuitus
rare anachronists insist, words evolve.
Words expand, as children into sage
or wastrel conformed and conditioned
expanding the idea of wedom,
breathing, statistically half in, as half out
breathe,
what manner of man am I, wombed or un?
Were there ever men such as we, who can
share context across history, at earth level.
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Considering the ant is no childish passtime,
Fulfilling aristocratic duty to learn then teach,
Considered here, linearly, on a thread
one thought wide, picked from circumstance,
to consider sidereally distant, sent from Mars,
between three and twenty minutes of time away,
on an arc affected by cohesive force, eh
grave-definite down, down, down
to the core of our communication organs,
signaling scents accepted as thought projected,
kindly lines, minds attuned as thought accepted.
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Consider ever, from your vastest sense,
of the gravity bubble we exist within,
you and I, my hearing, seeing, knowing
me and you, my guardian guiding will,
to which I choose to submit, under no threat.
General Common Sense, beauty recognition,
test to tell if the word lord means any true -ing,
Greek men, pure, indeed, wisdoming wedom
mob minds and freedom do not mix,
oil and water, sure as Hell.
Freedom from all forms of tyranny, what holds
our we shape, in our minds? Common sense,
under all the stories contained within this
Goldilocks zone of unintended circumstances,
working out, fine, just iusta think
fine…
is no real answer, it is a code, a social norm set
said, fine, I'll say it, as a code for so small
we'd need ants eyes to see it…
and, lo', we have those,
we have predictable macroscopic images,
graven deep into our idle time drifting state
watching art mock life, and learn life laughs.
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Mar 14, 2024
Mar 14, 2024 at 1:11 PM UTC
Wow.
(Wow what?)
Just Wow.
Too many times now.
So many snaking paths arching and winding to this very door.
And what're you crying for?
Facing the grandest, vastest yawn,
what can one say but Wow?
And how.
The world gives so little that
eventually even the greediest must
count as his greatest treasure light seen glinting in the specks of dust.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 6:25 AM UTC
Yo, you fu*kin with the baddest,
no i ain't the other kid
claimin hype, im gettin right and Ni*gas hate the status.
I think its cause, they just dont know,
how long i've been at this
i've never ever heard a beat I can't Randy Savage.
the way you lookin at me, lookin like I'm just average,
baby im just tryna make you see through..: Glasses
I hate when you're passive, the tension gets so massive
started from the basement... So why we in the attic?
maybe we some addicts, your love's asthmatic..
I love it when you in the bed, working that maGIC!
I know we got problems, so lets move past it..
no turn around.. back it up.. like that *ss did!
You know I'm just playin, you already know these actions..
type of moves, keeps the mood.. total satisfaction
Baby aint no laxin.. specially when I'm rappin
Sh*t, I spit real, so much, they need Captions
Ain't nothing in this world, through the sadness.. the ashes
so baby can we live it up, until we in our caskets?
Don't go and be phony, like the ones who be actin..
look in each other's eyes... tell me, can you feel the passion??
I used to try to sneak these looks.. starin at her as* and..
she caught me lookin once, she tried to make it so dramatic
Baby, you a dime.. tryna find the way AT IT..
put you in my wallet, ya you can live lavish,
If I-ever-sign (*Iverson). they might think it was the PRACTICE..
but baby its you.. its true.. how low that *ss gets.
you liein with a bull (*Liabilities).. who be likin all your assets..
Equity to get with me. Aint even seen the half yet.
And I aint even done.. I aint even at the half yet..
I'm just here to merc.errrr. bustin up your bracket
I'm in outer space. ya my mind reach the vastest..
choppin up your crew.. mutinies up at Krastor's!
I'm freeing all your chains so that you can **** the masters!
don't let them seize your fate.. you just gotta be faster!
Don't let them bring you down, ya they nothing but some bastar*s
tryna hold you back.. while you tryna move past them..
Dont let it bust your head.. life is what you can imagine,
Don't need a fking genie, to be the next Aladdin!
No need to show your pain.. don't just sit in bed saddened..
Find what you love.. WORK! then laugh at them...
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 1:17 PM UTC