The amaranthine reverence...

Jul 2015

claire

combustible
is the feeling
streaming inside you:
a rose rolled up
in a bloated tidal wave
amniotic, aglow

it tastes like gold and fury
like the atomic composition
of a dying star
and there is dedication there
an extraterrestrial fervor of love
which persists as tirelessly
as our dear moon circles this planet
even though it has been
pocked so many times by
unidentifiable things hurled
from the root of deep deep space,
even though it is marked
so physically and permanently
by the gravity
of its worship

you are full with it,
the rain-slicked gravel
the buds unclenched
the sonorous maskless
moment when you reached
for her
and she did not let you
go empty

your belly is aquiver
and your chest is unlatched
and god
billions of prisms could never catch
all this light

#love #romance

Jul 2015

Sally A Bayan

SPITFIRE

the birthing of a new day
brings good news, no matter what
the sun is bright with renewed hope...
for some, though,
a new day means only one thing,
which, to them, is so fulfilling---

as soon as there is light,
nothing could stop
the lashing of the tongue,
the mind, ever ready to strike.
a vanity mirror stands---
many reflections stare back
waits,
for the eyes that stare
the eyes that wander
through words
through spaces
searching for its prey
mouth brims with affronts
inflicts pain
mind gets busy
fire raging
too much envy...hatred... and grudge held within,
hands touch...slide on the keys
words glide away....then start
spinning double-edged knives
words that stab and slash
when read, and absorbed
flying in the air
while the innocent ones inhale,
victims, burned
by the flames spewed by the tongue
poisoned
by the venom of the spitfire.

purple skies of dawn don't matter
dark blue firmament could just stay that way
for, there is only black and red
while the spitfire is awake...

Sally

Copyright June 28, 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

.***happened in my vicinity... in the recent past...***

#spitfiredoubleedgedkniveslashingoftongue

Jul 2015

Senor Negativo

Cacophony

After I had walked the earth
touched what things I could touch
The totality
sharing no blood with the sun
Every alarm imaginable
Every engine dedicated to murdering peace
Driven from my homes
None are awake to this
Even I feign sleep
Clearing my mind
until I feel nothing
no reverberation of air
Vacuum

Jul 2015

Senor Negativo

Fatalist

the old cannot erase
the shadow of their setting sun
bled across their threshold, staining
the abandoned chair by the fire.

Jul 2015

Senor Negativo

Drowning Pool Of Silence

You drag me
deep into a drowning pool of silence
where a cold wet death awaits,
where no answers ever come,
where you hide all the old familiar nightmares
where every protestation is ignored,
where peace of mind goes to die,
you let your thoughts constrict,
and with scalpel and skin
you abort all pure creations,
in your drowning pool of silence.

Jul 2015

SøułSurvivør

the river is wide

~~~<¤>~~~

the river is wide, child
the river runs deep
don't you fret, no
don't you weep

the river is wide, child
the river is wide
but your promise 's
on the other side

~~~

don't be afraid
the current 's slow
and you can meander
with the flow

take your time
there is no rush
hear the water
hear the hush

~ chorus ~

see the world, child
from your boat
watch the others
as they float

see the redness
of the waves
dip your hand
the water saves

~ chorus ~

smell the richness
in your craft
be it a yacht
or be it a raft

the water is sweet, yes
the water is free
it stretches far
as you can see

~~~

the river is wide, child
the river runs deep
pray the Lord
your soul to keep

the river is wide, child
the river is wide
but everyone goes
to the other side

soulsurvivor
(C) 7/13/2015

spiritual lullaby

dedicated to Pradip

~~~<¤>~~~

#life #death #spiritual #river #lullaby

Jul 2015

Phosphorimental

Waiting Rings of Time

Waiting in my memory
Its gentle waves are calling me
For I was cut from eroding shore
To oceans edge for evermore

Never a sight had crossed my eyes
So vast a nexus, land and sky
and sea. Transfixed so there I stood
In briny sand and drifting wood

While still, each visage yet untamed,
Each piece of wood, not one the same.
To touch them all, I sought to soothe
With salted kisses, lay them smooth

There among the writhing forms
I walked barefoot and weather worn
While each piece begged my presence stay,
Another hurried me on my way

What could quench this thirsting gaze,
Lo, is all for destination’s sake?
I beg for but a moment longer,
for all these twisting paths to ponder

I too am driftwood on the beach
A wilting flower within your reach
One day You’ll have me by Your side
and unbury my waiting rings of time.

Thanks for reminders Will (W L Winter) - one of my favorite poets here.

Jul 2015

Sana

When you gathered your blistering crystals.

Some people are of God,
The thinning of their sole, torn shoes and worn clothes tell the tale only hearts of God hear. How blessed, for their treasure lies within, no fear of loss, no fear of pain because the glacier of faith they carry within is too magnificent to be beautified, yet too fearsome to let any fear linger around the edges.
Everyone of us is a keeper of that glacier. It's only, that the burns sometimes melt the forted edges of iceberg of faith. But the keeper knows exactly when it happens, and when it can happen. And do we not sometimes melt and do we not always gather our blistering crystals, do we not bear the burns on our palms and yet we stand strongest after the burning waves of fate pass on? It melts, it smoothes, it shapes and after all the carvings in the keeper's castle, makes him even more majestic.

Jul 2015

Sana

When your soul questions

Sacrifice of desires, sacrifice of wealth, sacrifice of social status, sacrifice of relations, sacrifice of inanimate belongings, Would the sacrifice be sacrifice to become of God?
And your mind wanders and fetches bits of pain you felt when you made that one small sacrifice and answers "Yes" if sacrifice is pain, there would be pain to become of God.
Your soul replies, "To bear that pain you need to experience pain, to experience pain, you need to sacrifice. Pain births the strongest. Be of pain, be of God"
Choose the road of cobble stones, and you would walk alone.
Choose the road of thorns to reach God,
You would walk with God.

Jul 2015

Onoma

Forms Fared Forms

When-enter-enshrouded-exit
in-a-space-of-no-differentiation...
a~dream~danced~for~substantiation.
Forms fared forms, whose silhouettes
were cut, and immobilized with
complete disorientation.
Born unto thee...
endless galaxies of begotten
sons and daughters.

Jul 2015

Onoma

Breath

How many times
must my mind
bury you, and my
heart keep you alive?
How adept at shattering
and gathering must I
become, before the work
that was said unto us,
trialed thus...cease?
Breath is the sound that
answers that silence...no matter
what, I cherish your breath
as you cherish mine.
There are some things as
dear as breath...though they
may come and go.

Jul 2015

stéphane noir

mark 6:4

i am
whoever you say that i am,
and that's all that i'll ever be,
(to you).

#jesus