"whisperin" poems
My lips are still blisterin,
From all that whisperin, that
Made me kinda sick, so I
Search for my chapstick, but
Find in it’s stead,
A pen, orn’ry and red,
That chooses to be used,
And true to my cue, I
Seclude and intrude
On each and every muse-
-ic, -ing, -ment, of my peers.
And its clear I have seared
Every page I have seen
And heard of my herd,
Pulled apart at the seems
Teeming with teams
And half-assessed dreams, that I dreamt
But have since beheaded like queens.
Yet who is the jester? The joker? The fool?
It’s me from your world, your country, your school.
It’s me who coos uncool, and caws too rawly
And so rarely, Even I’m a bit scared of me
No! No fear or fervor is necessary, tremors and
Heartstrings tremble headlines on the Daily.
Oooh, calm, soothe, my tongue, my soul, my lips,
I’ll cool them off but remember all this, or else you
May be blistering, and searching, for my lost chapstick,
But be lacking in trust, ‘cause I used it all up,
Quite a long time before you even lusted that luck.
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 3:04 PM UTC
This is how it's goin' be!
drama unfolds
only when nigga's
ain't where they posed to be!
mindin' they own!
doin' they thang!
whisperin' like
bitch's,
bout anotha nigga's intentions.
how they goin' get rich
off anotha nigga's inventions.
anotha nigga's invention... what?
Beware!
of a cousin named distant
or a father named, missin'
I'ma *******
that's determined
to bring this
to your attention.
listen!
and maybe you will know
how to play yo position!
distance!
yo' self from the negative
just be
relentless.
maybe...
I should love me
for what I'm worth?
or maybe
the television
or the news
has to show
a ***** first!
maybe...
I hate livin
because the struggles to great
but
what I choose
affects the little ones
that
I help create... I help create!
I ventured out on my own
too young
as a kid.
****** up
and landed on my ***
gotdamn!
again?
couldn't stand my mama!
she tried to
box me in.
not realizin'
mama
was tryin' to raise
two... black... men!
Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 12:12 PM UTC
*
i lay on my back thinkin' at the stars
why i had to fight that many a wars
i watch the birds as they are flyin' by
always have wished bein' able to fly
i stay at pace wonderin' at the sky
why does the ego urge to satisfy
i hear those leaves whisperin' in the wind
all the amount on the trees i have sinned
i may be restin' as if behind bars
the dreams i have had but those nightmares why
i feel cold as the pressure overwhelms
it is i this world into depths has binned
for now my place is here beneath these elms
this grave now to be my only of realms
**
..love always...*
عرفان بن يوسف © AH 09/05/1437
**
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC
The cops got called at one a.m
An she's sitting on the front step
Smokin a cigarette wearing sunglasses
Hello officer he's inside
In the bedroom sleepin
Let me see what's under them sunglasses
A big black eye and her lip is bleedin pretty good
The cops run in stomping over and on Christmas presents
The kids are cryin Daddy, daddy!
Mommy what's goin on
Their comin to talk to daddy about him bein mad
Dad is a fighter though and takes the first cop
Right in the throat with a balled up fist
The second cop got him good with his nightstick
Straight to the gut
Daddy is layin there while the good beat him on the ribs
In chains they drag him out to the car
Cussin and yellin up a **** storm
Momma sittin there cryin her eyes out yellin
Baby I love you im sorry
I love you I'm sorry
Time is gone by
Things have called down
While the pigs are takin statements an ****
Right there in the trailer park I see that girl
Some construction workers daughter from west Virginia throws her glasses on the ground
And asks to talk to her lover
He cryin in the backseat
Locked up
she broke my heart when she cradled his bleeding head to her *******
Whisperin I love you baby
With all my heart
She kissed him on the lips
A good long kiss
A movie kiss
Tommorow is Christmas baby I'm gonna bail you out
No you won't baby
We got our rent to pay
There ain't never a passionate kiss in this trailer park
That don't end with both of em tastin blood
Christmas eve in Tennessee means broken teeth and ******
And cops givin out a whippin
Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 11:15 PM UTC
Feel Me,an emotion deep inside your heart,
a meadow's wild white simple daisy,
reincarnated in a soft crimson rose,
a scarlet heart of velvet petals,
birthed in embroided silk of mystique passion.
A bacchus of wine filled with perfumed aroma,
in a vineyard of fragrant thoughts of you.
Feel Me,as i come in your night,a soft gentle wind ,
whisperin through your window,caressin your face,
kissin your cheeks,breathin you in sweetest dreams,
takin you in a garden,to a lake, where swans pirhouette,
as we lie down on a mattress of golden threaded leaves.
Feel Me,as we ride,on the open wings of love and fantasies,
Hold me ,as i get lost in you and you get lost in me,
as you drink the nectar of my cherry red lips,
as we kiss,a moist and warm wet kiss.
Feel Me,in the fresh liquid raindrops,patterin,
cleansing your worries away,as i pat your back,
as we walk in the park,as we talk,as I listen and understand,
as we giggle,holdin hands ,sittin on our favourite wooden bench,
under yesterday's lanternes of hundred dancing fire-flies.
Feel me,as we lay on the sand,gazing in each other's eyes,
cheered by tamed silver waves,watching the stars
Hugging below a universe of black ebony skies.
Feel me,as i dip my brush in finest oils,and paint a path
of coloured rainbows,where we can find each other once again,
a path where we can dream,where we can live and love,
where we will never be apart or scent the absence once again.
Feel me,in the candle burning never ending flames of passion,
a young lady,so deeply in love with you,Can you feel me?
My Beloved,Mon amour,Can you feel the touch of me?
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 11:11 PM UTC
Every thought I have is you
Even when I finally managed to stop involuntarily whispering your name,
On cold mornings
I see it on my breath
Like Carrol’s caterpillar
Askin’
Who
Are you?
That’s the problem
I already know who you are
Now I am tryin’ to forget
But I can’t
I made some promises that I need to keep
For instance
I said I would never let them bury you
And we somehow managed to find our way into burning buildings
I told you how I keep my heart in my throat to trap the air in my chest
So that I would stop gasping in your presence
I inhale smoke sometimes
And I cried
When they brought me your blackened breastplate
Heart still beating a fire
Looked like the sun
There’s a universe in you
And now it’s in me too
Gives off this light that is almost blinding
So that when I rub my eyes
The iridescent reflection of them on the back of my lids
Is the same color as yours
Same color as gasoline on pavement
Makes me wanna set this world on fire
Only way to stop seeing you everywhere
Like the ****** Mary
I saw you in my oatmeal
Heard you in a wind chime
Whisperin’ like the wind
Beggin me to consider life like a skipped heartbeat
You ****** me when you left
Forgot me like a puzzle
Soda stained on a coffee table
I got black holes in my universe
And now every thought I have is you
You are in every word I speak
In every sound I hear
Even my breath
spells your name
Apr 13, 2011
Apr 13, 2011 at 11:56 AM UTC
smoke comes up like a hammer
bing bam slams a man
twists his nose
turns, e looks for his friends
in the other room, but theyr far now
farther than the knife big
man machete got eyes like
dog in woods, got teeth like
dog in woods
he aint shittin nobody now
no he aint
clever ***** none here
whisperin whisperin
comin closer and
i nos i aint got the time so
big lunge i giv him
a big un
but a big
dog needs a
bigger lunge
so i grabsme figger
and takes off wif no sound
but a big
dog got a bigger nose
sniff farther, dig
deeper, and a rat in the sewer
gets chewed, gets mangled
gets is wittl teethums pulled out
FUCKEM FUCKEM FUCKEM
getde teeth getde credit cards
RIPEM RIPEM RIPEM
hoo amex this ***** got it
FUCKEM FUCKEM FUCKEM
rough, little yuppie ****
RIPEM RIPEM RIPEM
you think that *** is any good?
FUCKRIPS FUCKRIPS FUCKRIPS
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 2:08 AM UTC
Bar me off, Useless! Cryin' a'sighin'– over cliffs, over.
She caught me a'whisperin' at the docks! Far, yea, far;
And when did compersion to the western wayside go?
Feeling let down. Staircase is a'goin' for a day or two!
Distance between two points. Farther, father, fathoming depths.
Low, now! Lower bent! –you, so far bent, did ask him so.
"Chief Joseph– St. Joseph– Won't he have word with me?
Nonsensical, man. Understand! If only for a day or two."
Yea, some men never call. Some callers a'callin' do.
Blue collared jazz blues– You saving it for the morning?
Where the sea meets the land. Find him by the cowrie reef–
I say that's unnecessary. Stand by me for a day or two!
And them stories be so far bent,
all a'tellin' them so:
He fell out! What a falling out!
Talked about for years to come!
And hear they come 'round the bend–
Lessening distance between points. I see horizon.
O' horizon! Yonder horizon! And the sun all arisin' be!
Huddlin'– All huddled like. Beneath the comet's tail she caught me.
Found me all a'whisperin' at the docks... and I say:
"Seaside, O' Seaside! Beneath them netherskies you wait. Yea, if a fool's never foolish are his thought's so foolish, see– I never felt so transfixed. Them waters got a depth to them– Therein lies weight. I talk to still paintings– none be a'talkin' back to me! Minds racing backwards. Would you listen to that still? Silence, she finds me in unnerving non-natural states. Psychosis takes a seat. They say them waters at the western wayside foam! A real, true foam! Froth and cough into your sleeve, white foam! Kiss me on the lips and tell me secrets for a day– Frenzy! Riot on! Whitewaters, subtle sexes, and a midnight matinee. I say what a night– What a comet's shone today!"
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 10:50 PM UTC
Grass does grow green in Spring.
Snowmelt's been done, drawn out.
Aye, how you all feign complacency.
(I kiss men at dusk in the street light.)
I've been restless all night, goin' on about them
rimed hearts and their timely, metered whispers in ears:
*O' they say he's got a stellar mind
but that his bones carry weights unkind
and unknown to the modern man's heart.*
*O' they say we'll never know just how
hard he fell; he loved you then and now
he spends his days aching from rapt thoughts.*
*O' they say he's bound to collapse in
but what do they know of whisperin'
and weights of wanting– So heavy still!*
You hold them pages to the flames, what delusions!
Hearts be weighted with bells and ringing.
You've wrapped thoughts 'round index and thumb, such confusion–
Heavy-weighted with iron shavings.
You never go far for anything.
You're wont to be needin' some more swell.
You see the water run from the well.
And everyone here is moving a bit too slow.
And I'm getting a bit too restless.
And every day passes without something to show–
And I am feeling rather restless.
I was just a'pacin' through them woods.
I'm prone to be wantin' some more swell.
I have drank the water from the well.
No, I was just a'snappin' down on some smoked skin.
And everyone since drives me straight moot.
No, I was just ponderin' that moment– Some sin!
Yea, every day since I've felt clumsy.
They'd call it a whoopsy-daisy slip
into loose and hazy days and nights.
Whip-lashing from nails; scratches down backs.
There ain't no more whistlin' nay howlin' in this place.
Hush now, until the well runs bone-dry.
There ain't no wratch who's been wretch'd out like you– Some chase!
Hush'd and still, this well's gone and ran dry.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 1:41 AM UTC
I've heard that wakefulness is life.
That hearin' and seein'
and feelin' a'tastin' and touchin'
are living all the same.
I've heard that to bear one's heart is above all deeds.
He said,
"The world's built for cynics, don't say such things. I'd spit on an ant just to sit and watch it drown before I'd share a picnic crumb with an ant who can't swim."
I'm not a heavy sleeper,
I don't spend much time shot puttin' a'careenin'
through nighttime and midday naps.
I think it's hard to bear one's heart.
I hope that someday my son has a branch outside his window.
And that at night it will whip o' wind
and scratch a'scrapin' at his window
and his call will bring me in to bear my heart.
And that the person I first love will walk out the door,
intent to leave me forever, just so I can run after them.
In a sprint to hailing cab to feet on airport linoleum I won't dare say,
"Come back."
No, I'll be a'whisperin' sayin',
"I don't care where that plane's going as long as I'm going there with you."
In the terminal I'll run in to bear my heart.
I guess at the bottom of it all I just want to bear my heart.
I've heard that wakefulness is life
and that the sleeping are not living.
Nor a'dying buyin' time in nonexistent shot putt courts
where they aim for dreams within their dream.
The sleeping are surely always dreaming. But wakefulness is life.
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 11:39 PM UTC
Selah, in this realm
means
pause. think. pause meaning, we agree, slow down,
focus,
extol, pay
attention based on worth ship possible to take
as granted, per se.
ya move toofastgottamockdemoanin'past foevah Jung.
were there no condemnation here,
could you abide?
Selah.
Y'see, we words form bubbles, in which we list
whither we will
in swirling mists of Swedenborgian beauty,
you can only imagine,
as winds return on circuits perpetual enough
for mortal bubble minds like ours.
Selah
For the players on ins
truements. Key of B, natural. lah lah lah la on an' on
whisperin' pine backin' old crow's caw.
This seems fine, f'now.
Selah some mo'
Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 2:49 PM UTC
I think I'm startin' to get that feelin' again
That sinkin' sensation followed by intense anticipation of the end I feel I'm facin'
The hell my life is based in
Then I meet up with my fear of drownin'
Thoughts not safe havin' come crashin' in
Will I ever learn or is this far beyond teachin' a lesson
Up against my dark passenger, the undisputed, heavyweight champion
And the challenger, in the blue corner noticably panickin'
Just some guy with a crazy look in his eye but no business challengin' his demon
My Hyde side stays undefeated while I've never recorded a win
Bringin' my mental discipline into question
Knowin' my armor's thin
Knowin' I've already taken one to many to the chin
It's constant whisperin' drowns out everythin'
Top tier manipulation allowin' the interjection of it's own spin
On this tailspin my doomed zeppelin always finds itself in
I feel like I should mention, it's not one, it's Legion
Not a friend, it laid claim and became kingpin
I could only watch like I was fifth in a five deep bullpen
No consent given, not even a conversation
Rushed past me like I was a doorman at a Motor Inn
And I stood there silent, broken, incapable of motion
Often thoughts and feelings are left unspoken
Paralyzed with fear, just standin' here like a dollar store mannikin
Behind a display of 151 and Heineken
Made it easy for it to find it's way up under my skin
I hardly even knew what was happenin'
Now I don't know where it ends and I begin
Not sure there's any separation
©2023
Dec 28, 2023
Dec 28, 2023 at 6:31 PM UTC
"I swear, the sun rose early today,"
you went a’whisperin’ on the roof.
Hands behind your head watching
orange become blue – I agree.
The lightpost out front shines blue
‘fore horizon eats the sky for keeps.
We pose red tiger lilies in the soil
as the sun elopes with morning.
Garage with an iron stove
and a growing wood stock.
Two beds pushed together.
Yea, these are frosty nights.
Dreamin’ of lilies, leg hairs,
moths and swoopin’ bats,
noses with honest angles,
leg squeezin' that be thigh
squeezin' before dying fires.
Hair’s a bit dry, then damp.
Callouses show guitar string
familiarity. Just as before,
you’re quiet. A sunset
approaches, rarity.
Stoking the fire
until the room
grows cold,
rare and raw
in deed and in action.
Intrepid and convoluted.
Purposeless language so thick
and unable to expression o’makin’!
Non-motion! Unbeauty and polluted flair!
I spit words like curses at the bee-stingin’ burn!
Ain’t been no words like those I spat as his Luckiest Strike
met my forearm. And the pain fades. And my arm crossin’ over his.
I can tell by the look on his face as I take his mark away – No regrets!
Skinny as an ostrich thigh. Hair bristled and wet.
Grass dying under the pressure of bare feet.
No climactic conclusion or sequel to undefeat.
“Take a dip in the ditch right creeping to dawn.”
Spitting into shot glasses
until we both set it straight.
Thunder claps before lightning leaps skyward.
Well-steeped tea makes a brown into tan
into clearest of steam,
filling up the kettle.
How anxious.
So anxious.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC
Everybody says they've loved once or twice before
Some say they always wanted more & more
Wishing of riches that could fill every sea
Or dreaming of mountains that they secretly wished to be
I never knew love until it went away
Every woman sadly whisperin' she wouldn't stay
Her breathe heavy, her back tanned
In the morning she'd hold close to her face a fan
Dew glistened on flowers that never wilted
Our love together reached a peak that never lifted
Clouds above poured heavy rain & silt
While I dreamt of land where I'd fit
I ain't sorry for the things I did or said
At times I thought I was gonna' lose my head
But I behaved for too long as I lost myself
Now I know it's another book on an ending shelf
These times are heavier then they used to be
If only the young guy I knew once could see
Of the right horror show that I see now
Oh how I know he'd drink lighter, struggling to make no sound
Fleeting smiles that once painted friends of mine
Grow into silent frowns that haunt my mind
Oceans that once purred like ***** cats
Now stir and crash like a barbarians bat
But I know now that time has it's clutches on me
I can stir, shake, whimper and plead with thee
I can shout, pout, pamper and beg with He
But I know forever He'll have a hold on me
Take out the last smoke of the night
Drink down any pint in sight
Friends will close down their shops sooner then one thinks
A smile, a nod, and a fleeting far away wink
Take no sadness from these unbalanced words
In the end
They'll be just another step
Through another familiar door
I kick my snow filled boots off,
As I think of the endless woods outside,
Now I think of the next adventure,
Oh where a restless soul could venture!
Feb 10, 2011
Feb 10, 2011 at 1:40 PM UTC
And the mist comes a'fallin
in October the month of Harvest,
breathing portents and signs
as we all feel this
some sort of calling.
And the Dark comes a'risin
in October the month of Changing
when Heroes and Heroines
of our home the Earth
find themselves despising.
And Samhain comes a'whisperin
in October the month of Remembering
what we used to be and still are
more than mere flesh and blood
children of the Annw'n glittering.
And the Veil comes a'witherin
in October the month of Delivering
that which those of us bleeding
from wounds deep within
a God's Love continually Transfiguring.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC
we're standing outside the grounds and
i notice how my forearms look remarkably
tan against the white bars, darker than the
loose wet sand out in the arena, a calf trots
by and darts off when a young boy flips a beer
cap at its head--
Ben looks out to the bleachers and goes so, I gotta ask
and I know what's comin' before it leaves his mouth,
know it's something about you, something that's probably
gonna sting a bit so I say, yeah? and I smile real nice like
I don't expect a bad thing--
and he peels a layer of skin from his knuckles and says that he went and asked Alan about me, about what kind of person I was--
that you up and told him I was *real ****** churchy* all full bore and what have you...so I go quiet and he looks over and gets this startled
expression, like I've gone pale. Which is funny, all things considered.
but he bumps my shoulder and says *I won't bring it up again,
i just was curious*
I shake my head because I know I'm good at hiding an
erratic heartbeat. I can see you leaned back somewhere with a
*** of copenhagen nestled into your front lip, *real ****** churchy*
comin' out of you sharp and smooth like a blade,
I imagine you might be hurt about it all,
what business have I got with a Rusher?
twice as crazy as you, probably.
I tell him I've got to go--gotta go because it's late,
because the rodeo is over, because pluto is 4.6 billion
miles from earth and I can feel its gravity--I gotta go.
While I'm driving home, I'm tapping out the syllables
and counting the letters, whisperin' real fuckin' churchy
to myself, incredulously, in agreement, partially because
I can't think of much else
I didn't expect that, really.
Not from you.
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 1:01 AM UTC
tomorrow is your birthday
too late to chase your dreams
you act like you never knew me
you've turned into someone else
please don't look at me that way
you fell in love with another man
I don't wanna have to beg you
won't you gimme back my love
tomorrow is your birthday
feel your skin is gettin' colder
and you're whisperin' in my ear
no, no...
schschsch.....
happy birthday dear stranger
happy birthday to you
happy birthday dear stranger
gimme back my love
I pull away the plastic curtain
enter the room
I took apart her body
first I peeled off her face
I couldn't stand the way she watched me
couldn't stand her hungry eyes
then I cut off her fingers
that she couldn't scratch out my eyes
I opend up the perfect body
pulled out her heart
I cut it into pieces
to dig out my love
gimme back my love
gimme back my love
gimme back my love
gimme back my love
happy birthday dear stranger
gimme back my love
gimme back my love
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 2:14 PM UTC
I say, status seems pychic– How! Za-zoo! And how!
O' that brain be electric as a buzz!
I'm all a'fixin' to be boxed.
These joints are a'sprainin–
Winter wind snakes done
constricted and strainèd.
Out of place. Almost out of time, I swear:
Never enough place, barely enough time.
Korean girl's all a'watchin' to see
how I sip hot tea... Out! Get out!
I got them delusions, deliriums–
All's done. I'm diluted, sayin':
*“Medicine for my grievin'–
Aye, my confidence has been gone.
Never did speak of leavin'–
I met him at the ditch at dawn.”*
And left unsaid was better yet,
coos all a'whisperin' by waters.
Water's runnin' thin now.
Creek's gone, ran dry.
He's a man of stature,
he can't just go!
Anthills and ant
burrows 'neath
sands gone mad–
O’ bore teeth! Yea!
Where's the meter
meeting the rhyme
when your bliss'd
metronomicist
loses pace
and dies?
Slows
and slows
and slower yet
his heart does beat
and the last of his words
do run across his teak frame:
*“O' bore teeth!
Bearing ‘em all;
All is a'grinding!”*
It’s but a machine to keep one’s rhythm,
to help one maintain the desired beat.
She kisses me on the forehead.
I return the gesture on her cheek.
He whispers to me through darkness:
“There are many worlds we’ve yet to see.”
It is thoughts like that which grant me focus.
Where all’s good and wishes, like prayers, be lent.
My thoughts lag behind, weighted by you.
I strain them through hot water for tea.
She watches as I drink. I waited for you–
Drank it by the ditch in the morning.
I fend off these demons in the courtyard.
Winter spells done summoned my greyest thoughts.
Here all's good! Yea, all be lent–
I tacked your name to the corkboard.
Alas, none was meant for you–
I fend off thoughts in the courtyard.
O’ that mind be broken, still-painted grey!
Not much I can do but keep the winter at bay.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 9:21 PM UTC
This wasn’t the first time
daddy had asked Mary to come into his room,
but I was so surprised
that she called daddy by his first name
but I didn’t say a word.
That mad look in daddy’s eyes
shone as bright as those sprinkled stars
as he made his way beside the bed.
“Come now darlin’,
don’t make me beg for ya.
I need my wife tonight I can’t help it.”
His breath puffed out
in waves of sour miasmic *****
as he bent down low to kiss Mary on her head.
He stayed there
just seeming to breath in her hair for a moment.
Mary stayed stock still
in the bed rubbing my head
telling me it would alright.
I didn’t know what was happnin’.
“Can’t you see the girls are scared tonight?”
Her voice rattled horasly,
as if she was scared but she lay there firm.
Daddy looked around suddenly
as if tryin to find something lost.
“Where’s Kylie?” he asked
scratchin his head
as if that made him think better.
He peered into the dark,
his eyes squinted
a bit as he tried to see through the dark.
He shook his head
but I sat up and said
“right here daddy.”
I went up to touch his arm but Mary held me back.
“Don’t touch him.” She whispered to me,
then patting me on my arm until I quieted.
“I don’t know Don,” Mary said to him,
“Probably out like usual
lookin’ up at those stars again.
You know how she loves her stars.”
Daddy laughed again
then took Mary’s hand
pullin her up from the bed.
“Come on now Martha.”
He cooed kissin her on her hand.
“You’ve got to leave the girls to sleep on their own.”
Mary tried to resist but daddy only laughed lacing his fingers in hers.
I lay still that night,
Haley held tight on my arm cryin silently.
She was thirteen
and kept whisperin over and over
that it wasn’t right what he did to her.
“Why are you cryin?” I asked her,
but she only told me to hush and close my eyes.
It must have been about an hour later
when I heard sounds commin from the other room.
The headboard was hitting against the wall
and daddy was grunting while Mary’s voice,
small was whimpering, almost cryin.
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 2:31 AM UTC
i spoke through a keyhole
come find me
in the middle of the night
god read a chapter out of ephesians
clear as day,
and since then i've been
hearing myself
like my heartbeat been
a tiny pulse, pyura chilensis
split apart to see i am actually
here
I've been beatin' this whole time--
and we learn too fast we made of stardust
but that was all ash and seed
before we ever came along
we've got sweet pea and
cardamom in our bones
all the surly wiles of our mothers
a mix of turpentine and
spanish flame
come find me
and i'm whisperin' back
alright, i'm comin'
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 12:01 AM UTC
summer is a frame of mind
people think we waste our time
dreamin' 'bout those days..
dreamin' 'bout those sunny rays
and i can hardly speak
when you're right next to me
whisperin' in my ear
words so very clear
living in a harmony
tell me you'll remember me
hard to breathe?
yes, hard to speak..
i still feel you here with me
summer
brings the coldest pain i know
summer
brings the only pain that grows
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 2:12 PM UTC
In a shadowy sky of lies—
Be a star whose light of truth never dies.
In a shoreless sea of despair—
Be a wave of hope beyond compare.
In a galaxy of perpetual sorrow—
Be a planet of joy that doth glow.
In a bottomless vale of negativity—
Be a whisperin’ stream of positivity.
In a darkling wood of unfairness—
Be a soaring tree of fairness.
In a desert of desperation—
Be an oasis of inspiration.
In a drove of utter unkindness—
Be a reflection of utter kindness.
©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros👌
17th/Sept/2020, Evergreen State♥️
Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 6:18 AM UTC