Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Childhood Slips Away
My dear, you are slipping slipping slipping out of my hands.
I cannot stand this incessant dripping dripping dripping, won't you hear my demands?!
I catch a drop only to watch it fall once more,
But I will not stop trying, the last morsel is worth fighting for!
Long ago you cradled me at night with the sounds of your lullaby
Larger than the ocean at one time, your waves would wash my freckled face as I cried
Yet you leave this world in a single drop, with only my tears by your side.
Who will sing to me when I am lonely?
Who will wash away my sorrow when the world is gray?
Please don't leave me dear, stop this awful decay!
When you are gone completely, part of me will die too.
The years must've passed by me unnoticed, it seems your departure is far too soon.
And then I look down at you through watery eyes, again to find
That one last tear shaped particle lingers,
like a goodbye kiss...
Yet another moment is behind,
So I hold up my hand to align you with my iris
Because we are running out of time
And in a flash, the last of that sweet existence rolls through my fingers.
falling
falling
falling, I never imagined the end like this.
plop....
And away you went... my childhood bliss.
The floor beneath me is stained now, in memory of you.
So I sit on the ground, colored with your ivory subtle blue
Humming the song you gave to me, I pretend you are singing too.
I cannot stand this incessant dripping dripping dripping, won't you hear my demands?!
I catch a drop only to watch it fall once more,
But I will not stop trying, the last morsel is worth fighting for!
Long ago you cradled me at night with the sounds of your lullaby
Larger than the ocean at one time, your waves would wash my freckled face as I cried
Yet you leave this world in a single drop, with only my tears by your side.
Who will sing to me when I am lonely?
Who will wash away my sorrow when the world is gray?
Please don't leave me dear, stop this awful decay!
When you are gone completely, part of me will die too.
The years must've passed by me unnoticed, it seems your departure is far too soon.
And then I look down at you through watery eyes, again to find
That one last tear shaped particle lingers,
like a goodbye kiss...
Yet another moment is behind,
So I hold up my hand to align you with my iris
Because we are running out of time
And in a flash, the last of that sweet existence rolls through my fingers.
falling
falling
falling, I never imagined the end like this.
plop....
And away you went... my childhood bliss.
The floor beneath me is stained now, in memory of you.
So I sit on the ground, colored with your ivory subtle blue
Humming the song you gave to me, I pretend you are singing too.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
goodbye summer house
Summer of 2010 has closed its door forever, leaving me on the welcoming mat in wonder. I stare at the hands that still grip the door knob and notice there are freckles that mark my days in the sun, creases that show more than the passing of time, and worn down fingernails that were chewed in many fits of anticipation. Alas, it is time to let go. If i turn now, I will see an empty road beckoning me to another house of which to furnish with new experiences. There is a stillness in the air around me, not even a particle in motion. So much that, if I were to stir, the effect would ripple its way across the atmosphere so that every blade of grass would sway to the rhythm of my movement. The universe pends in anxiousness, awaiting my answer to its call. Will I leave the door step to resume the time continuum? To shatter the frozen state of the world I have created, so that life can go on? I hope the new house has as many windows as the latter... and I hope that when nightfall creeps its way across the horizon, I will not be afraid of the darkness it brings. With that, I purse my lips in a line of confirmation then close my eyes. Letting go the brass knob of my summer home, I exhale, and turn to face the great abyss.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Seat 6
Their intestines fly up into their throats
Their cheeks are raised, their eyes are glazed,
Their scratching and tearing at their coats.
All white knuckled, sick, and gasping
With pupils like pin-heads, their asking.
Prayers float up, gaping bodies drop down
Through the clouds we shoot.
And their wings carry them both to heaven.
The screaming wind suffocates their sounds
But not enough. Not nearly enough
I can still hear the gurgled confessions of the man in seat 7
I, strapped loosley in seat 6
Never imagined the view out the window looking quite like this.
I turn to that sobbing man, stricken with fear
I grab his collar and press my lips to his ear,
"I promise I'll love you 'till the end is here."
So he clutches my face, and we marry our eyes,
And he pulls me close to him
Oh sweet demise!
I think to myself as I gaze in his wet blue reflections,
"This is the last i'll ever see of my imperfections..."
But a jolting jerk breaks our moment
Cold sharp metal slices open my head.
All I hear is that steady riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinggggggg
And my hairs are floating up now like childrens dreams.
Blood trickles like rivers and collects at my breast
The man in seat 7 grabs hold of me and mouths "CONFESS!"
I squeek and I sqwauk but alas, I am drained of breath.
"Oh God, Oh God, make it stop. SHIT.SHIT. SHIT. Oh God, please no!"
Desperate are a sinners thoughts,
In the moments just before death.
Their cheeks are raised, their eyes are glazed,
Their scratching and tearing at their coats.
All white knuckled, sick, and gasping
With pupils like pin-heads, their asking.
Prayers float up, gaping bodies drop down
Through the clouds we shoot.
And their wings carry them both to heaven.
The screaming wind suffocates their sounds
But not enough. Not nearly enough
I can still hear the gurgled confessions of the man in seat 7
I, strapped loosley in seat 6
Never imagined the view out the window looking quite like this.
I turn to that sobbing man, stricken with fear
I grab his collar and press my lips to his ear,
"I promise I'll love you 'till the end is here."
So he clutches my face, and we marry our eyes,
And he pulls me close to him
Oh sweet demise!
I think to myself as I gaze in his wet blue reflections,
"This is the last i'll ever see of my imperfections..."
But a jolting jerk breaks our moment
Cold sharp metal slices open my head.
All I hear is that steady riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinggggggg
And my hairs are floating up now like childrens dreams.
Blood trickles like rivers and collects at my breast
The man in seat 7 grabs hold of me and mouths "CONFESS!"
I squeek and I sqwauk but alas, I am drained of breath.
"Oh God, Oh God, make it stop. SHIT.SHIT. SHIT. Oh God, please no!"
Desperate are a sinners thoughts,
In the moments just before death.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Divine progression of the human soul (old skool style)
Thine hands grasp all things divine
Filling empty faculties in the mind
No more do finite physics prevail,
Thine stagnant soul, now ship asail.
Auroral pleasures intertwine
Folds of the earth, patterns find
Eternity birthed, ignorance behind!
Men hath denied Higher Law
Dost thine Being wane upon Spirits call?
In all progressions of delight
Fullsome art thee with inward sight.
- I really enjoy that early 19th century prose, I think it's beautiful and should be used in poetry more often, which is why I chose to write in this style. It portrays answering your calling, unity within, and of course your souls progression, meaning, inner growth and revelation. I found my calling and inner unity through nature ("folds of the earth") and the patterns that exist within nature and ourselves. I have concluded that the end of this world is the beginning of the next, ("eternity birthed, ignorance behind") and that one is able to see so much more when they connect with the "Higher Law" or... God. Alas, there is so very much to this poem I have left unexplained, as I would like the readers to decipher for themselves the meanings pertinent to them as individuals.
Filling empty faculties in the mind
No more do finite physics prevail,
Thine stagnant soul, now ship asail.
Auroral pleasures intertwine
Folds of the earth, patterns find
Eternity birthed, ignorance behind!
Men hath denied Higher Law
Dost thine Being wane upon Spirits call?
In all progressions of delight
Fullsome art thee with inward sight.
- I really enjoy that early 19th century prose, I think it's beautiful and should be used in poetry more often, which is why I chose to write in this style. It portrays answering your calling, unity within, and of course your souls progression, meaning, inner growth and revelation. I found my calling and inner unity through nature ("folds of the earth") and the patterns that exist within nature and ourselves. I have concluded that the end of this world is the beginning of the next, ("eternity birthed, ignorance behind") and that one is able to see so much more when they connect with the "Higher Law" or... God. Alas, there is so very much to this poem I have left unexplained, as I would like the readers to decipher for themselves the meanings pertinent to them as individuals.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
Sunny love
Upon the first hours of the sun
I danced within her reverie
Marveling as she lined my lungs
Drying up morsels of misery
She ebbs and flows through one's tears
Disintegrates moisture through the years
Lock her in time and tuck away
She'll never sleep, that sphere digressing
Her particles in my palm, as the world turns gray
The perils of night are much less depressing
Gleaming still upon souls, the array
I shall let her frolic through my hair on a cold winters day.
I danced within her reverie
Marveling as she lined my lungs
Drying up morsels of misery
She ebbs and flows through one's tears
Disintegrates moisture through the years
Lock her in time and tuck away
She'll never sleep, that sphere digressing
Her particles in my palm, as the world turns gray
The perils of night are much less depressing
Gleaming still upon souls, the array
I shall let her frolic through my hair on a cold winters day.
Connections
It is the metaphysical in which we find hope,
The intangible in which we find joy,
The notions of love in which we are fulfilled.
We are connected not by circumstance but by
Profound human emotion,
And therein lies happiness.
The intangible in which we find joy,
The notions of love in which we are fulfilled.
We are connected not by circumstance but by
Profound human emotion,
And therein lies happiness.
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