"willfull" poems
Fooling clouds cross my view
passing hurts and pleasures.
Blue on white on white on blue
'till black has broken through.
I dreamt that it
finally died last night,
that it was truely over.
Waves of guilt and fear
to carry me away
until I could see no longer
that place where I started from
and I no longer knew
that place I was headed to.
Now,
I gather stones
for my tomb,
while with willfull eyes
study my peers,
lips pursed tight
they have closed their hearts,
closed up tight
to my falling tears.
Yes,
it is I,
it is me, I cry,
feeling condemed
by the unspoken lie.
A lie to weigh heavy
on my bent back body.
Heavy as Christ's cross
responsible for all souls lost.
Then,
I stumble
and I fall
as I carry the burden upwards
to Golgotha of the skull.
If to think
is to act
then burning
after the crash,
the fire's glow
brings forth
the desire to let go.
Letting go,
why does it have
to be so
hard to come by.
leaving me so
hard done by.
A selfish act,
done not from class,
no more from strenght
than from a weakness.
An action out of chaos
in the absence of bliss.
The ShadowLand,
where grief clings
to my name
and to their person,
asking of today
to stride
with a limp,
and of yesterday,
to crawl and beg.
Forgiveness
would be
the task in hand.
A ticket for
some far
and distant shore.
Safe passage away
from ShadowLand.
Bent,
but not broken,
while the pain
of its death
runs deep.
Not until
hatred is spent
and words
of kindness
are spoken
will forgiveness
be complete.
Only one way to forgive,
that would be, completely.
Only one way to live,
that would be completely.
Anything less
misses the mark,
comes from the head
and not from the heart.
And so it remains
that for me to be free,
I stand at the threshold
of forgiveness
and stand ready
to turn the key.....
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Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 7:20 AM UTC
My breathing picks up
when you swing your hand and in a second,
makes contact with my bare skin.
Your tongue makes its way
into my depth- with synchronized kissing.
Clouding my thoughts.
Snakes wrapped themselves around my body.
Tiny flicks around my ear.
My hearing is barricaded with
heavy breathing
and muffled cries.
Strong iron clamps around my neck,
constricting my breathing
and thrusts ever so violent.
My nails,
they dig into the sheets.
Knuckles turn white.
My cheeks are tinged,
with lipstick shade red.
Fast-paced,
synchronized dancing in compromising positions.
Sweat covered sheets,
strong aroma of love.
Hazy eyes,
deep breaths.
Chest heaving slowly,
as arms fall to the sides.
White sheets seeping,
when bodies are intertwined.
You whisper words of affection,
deceit.
And you lay there -
full from your so called love.
When all that really made you full,
was the knowledge -
the power
over my willfull submission.
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 12:18 PM UTC
this song will tell the count of bones sleeping
what call to arms does break the peace again
there is no cause but willfull mind unfolding
blades to human throats just us again
greed calls to all and is heard by many
loudly no place other than ego bliss
i speak amid the stars in my own meaning
no source of war but loving kiss
Oct 18, 2023
Oct 18, 2023 at 4:12 PM UTC
Tear at my flesh
you still can never
reach my soul
Daring and Willfull
trying to get in
despite the pain
Knuckles bruised
not once giving up
wanting to reach there
For you see
you can't hurt me
I'm blessed in this flesh
Reincarnation
built this fence
around me
Sadly you will lose
as , I stand here
looking into your hell
Seeing what once was a human
now all , I see is
the sad sad
weaker of you
I live in spite of you
and you will never
reach what's
mine
my soul is human
© Jennifer L Delong 🦏1/22/2018
Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 9:45 AM UTC
What if your eyes came back to me
A thousand years from now
When both our bodies have turned to dust
Countless times.
What if I caught you
In the face of a stranger
A perfect stranger.
What if I knew those eyes
What if my own welled with tears of forgotten grief
How can this be?
As I recalled fluttering skirts
Wild laughter
Dark curling hair
A ski slope nose
and a love too powerful for one being to contain.
What if I capture your eyes
infinities from now
and still know them.
What will they say?
How will they prove souls exist
and that ours found the other in the face of a perfect stranger.
How will they prove that love
exists beyond the boundries of mans wonderments
that is is beyond full understanding
and follows souls between bodies.
Why waste our time trying to disprove and play down such a mysterious thing as love
When we are here to bask in it
To learn from it
To grow from it
And create a love that exists beyond the cage of human flesh
That expands into the very atoms we are made of
and travels through the soft willfull passing of time
What if I told you I loved you enough
To travel beyond the stars
Beyond the dust we are made of
What if I told you my soul loves yours
Infinitly.
I know thousands of years from now
When both our bodies have turned to dust
Countless times
We will find eachother in the face of perfect strangers
And recognize the eyes in which the soul lives
That knows no bounds
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 1:36 AM UTC
In a garden where snakes do play
I frolic in wonder toward their caves
Ripened they gather your flaws
As you play my harp with your golden bone claws
Sep 1, 2010
Sep 1, 2010 at 11:38 PM UTC
Movement
The small scurry beneath the great oak
The snout
grey
soft
furry
Probing
Searching for tid bits the branches have tossed down
The wet squelch of aged moss
yeilding, ever yeilding to the doe's delicate step
the fawns bumbling run
the mountain lion's deadly stalk.
Yeilding and releasing and comforting
Embracing with a soft squelch.
Water feeds the velvet plant
Nourishing,
it flows across rounded stones
bubbles beneath the majestic fern
dances with the sharp spice of wild ginger
The roots
Twining beneath the rich fragrance of the earth
Grasping
crawling
settling
wrapping thin unbreakable arms tight
holding
enduring
thriving
Laying a knotted earthy trail for all critters to run
Laying a strong base for boulders to rest
Paws to trod
and blood to settle, sink, return to the
Deep rich earth.
No past
No future
Just the soft willfull passing of time.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 1:30 AM UTC
Ha
Only God.
We think we know.
Drunk on the blood of fools
We like to show
Off
But He who sits in the heavens
Playfully scoffs
And sends the enemy into derision.
Willfull vision
Not prison
I final inquisition
Not what or how but why
Eventually you will find
Peace
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 3:05 PM UTC
Silence drapes the day
as the African sun beats down
While the birds sing and flutter from branch to branch,
sweet mother nature's melodies carried on the breeze.
Blue skies filled with dreams , not a pillow of cloud in sight.
So here I sit and fill my soul
reminiscing of conversations from our time spent together
words turn in my mind , painting portraits
willfull wishes , hopes and aspirations.
Angels Wings , You my Beauty
Oh how I feel blessed
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 6:30 AM UTC
Tear at my flesh
you still can never
reach my soul
Daring and Willfull
trying to get in
despite the pain
Knuckles bruised
not giving up
wanting to reach there
for you see
you can't hurt me
I'm blessed in this flesh
Reincarnation
built this fence
around me
Sadly you will lose
as , I stand here
looking into your hell
Seeing what once was human
now all , I see is
the sad sad
weaker of you
I live in spite of you
and you will never
reach what's
mine
my soul is human
© Jennifer L Dlg 1/22/2018
Nov 11, 2024
Nov 11, 2024 at 11:41 PM UTC
Inspiration
Muse
I must find some
This significant curiosity
Has hit me
And it controls desires
Incomplete infinite desires
Star staring
Sun stroking
Burst
Vibrant
Zoned out
Out of wordly time
In own space
In own mind
With filled up love
Lust flowing over
Inside
Pickets
Flowers
Dandelion
Satire
Willfull
Controlled
Free essence
Run faster
Come inside
Sit down
Share share
Your desires
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 12:31 PM UTC
Tear at my flesh
you still can never
reach my soul
Daring and Willfull
trying to get in
despite the pain
Knuckles bruised
not once giving up
wanting to reach there
For you see
you can't hurt me
I'm blessed in this flesh
Reincarnation
built this fence
around me
Sadly you will lose
as , I stand here
looking into your hell
Seeing what once a human
now all , I see is
the sad sad
weaker of you
I live in spite of you
and you will never
reach what's
mine
my soul is human
© Jennifer L Dlg 1/22/20
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 1:43 PM UTC