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To ask you questions would be a sacred honor bestowed by the almighty King
In your presence my spirit rises like rainfall to be reunited with heavenly splendor
On this earthly plane, should our eyes ever again meet, gazes gliding into beloved depths,
pools of blue jungle oasis...lighting curiosity aflame with a way of cool delicacy,
a generous smile and grace

Oh, smite me now so that never again may I know another feeling than serendipitous bliss
Smite me again so that I may be twice smitten, and again and again -
Till every rule is broken and only we remain,
climbing every sensual step upward on the path into ecstatic delight,
Living as if born naked into a cold wind dancing...

This thing we are, creatures of tomorrow..
always hoping to seize the moment plainly emerging before us...as if in a dream...
awakened by the startling realization that reality is created by creators -
those brave souls willing to bleed to sing their song, to share a moment,
making the listener hear and understand -
those lovers of the trial coming through the fire with their hearts exploding,
confirming their existence as more than echoes in the night
The rest only watch as wishful children on a stream side bank,
following leaves swept away by the currents,
so too are our destinies like hidden springs
pushed forward by the force of our wills,
watched by these eyes of Man.

For you, whole egoic worlds shall crumble - come crashing,
magnetized by the Muse's universal command to Love and Be Loved
and in the debris of the old world shall come soaring a roaring pyre to light the velvet corridor to which a tired soul may recline,
easing into the wild nature of passion
with a carnal zest for climatic enlightenment.

Imagine a world ruled by passionate love
The focused heat injected into the heart,
striking the core of being with a burning coal,
defying the seemingly possible constraints of material nature, transforming into the world's most super symmetrical diamond, refracting God's pure light,
shining spectrum bending color into the mortal world,
an unanswerable riddle, the asking itself being the pleasure,
outrunning the crystallization of routine,
for ever-setting suns painting distant horizons,
as the sky welcomes our daily wonder.
Yes I'm tired, I'm quickening my breath.
Tell me I have the energy, but I know there's nothing left.
Sleepy and sick, lost beyond repair,
Tell me you can help, but the truth is you don't care.

I remember as a child
How all was free and easy.
Then the second I filled my shoes,
Things stopped being so **** breezy.
You can say I have it all together,
But I'm taking it day by day
Smile coyly and laugh it off, but just know I'm not okay.

Yes I'm tired, I can't stand this constant cold.
Only if you pretend to know
all the secrets I never told.

Tired.

I'm panting, exhausted, dragging my lead feet.
Now it is becoming clear
I'm too tired to even sleep.
Tomorrow, my dear, i will surrender my eyes for you,
since i am blinded regardless by your senseless beauty.
i will uproot my hair and humble myself
before the face you put on and
burn incense of sage to cover
     (because you should love me).
We can shake our heads,
remember the times when we journeyed through the night
with glass walls around our auras
or spoke riddles to the walls of sound
and giggled like imps drunk on our own brand of evil
or were dragged kicking and screaming
back to our blissful misconceptions.
We chant like monks in
a wilderness of god's flesh, saying
we are not the  X  on society's forehead,
only that we were once confused
but we turned out the lights
and suddenly understood:
that sometimes life is the blue-gray
blanket we buried ourselves in once.
We get bruises on top and
hide our scars of fallen grace deep.
We time-share our creativity.
We lie down in cool summer grass with
grasshopper lullabies and drift, drift, drift
away twitching our eyelids to the
beat while we wish we were real.
i use a variant of the first line in another poem, but this one came first....
The demons lurking
Beneath her surface
Could not be killed
By the painkillers
That she took daily
Nor could they escape
Through the deep marks
That laced her wrists and thighs
They could not be drowned
Amidst the ocean of tears
That shone on her face
When the silence settled
And though she fought bravely
What is one frightened knight?
Against an immortal army
Made of darkness and blood
She had won many battles
But from the first day of suffering
She knew she had lost
The war.
Jealousy finds me
Easier than most

But I am loyal
To the very end

And I might have
Paranoia of you liking others

It's just that I don't want
To lose you

Yes, I don't show my
Jealousy or paranoia
I keep it on the inside
So to not upset you

I'm sorry for not always
Talking of my feelings
I just don't want to loose you
Because I'm crazy
i saw this sky's mirage
in layers black adrift
of scattered circuits stark
a gilded hallowed gift

and then i saw a smile
entrancing mystery
which eclipses all time
pervades fathomlessly

know how a clumsy sky
loses its grab on stars
as shadows string a lyre
be melt into life's art

if tulips indiscreet
dare touch your blooming lips
bestow a million earths
and envy years of spring

some overzealous hearts
may still light up a night
may trade a soul for love
to behold you in sight

just flow into my heart
as meadow mist engulfs
and fill into my veins
as throbbing nimble pulse

hear melody night plays
beneath the starry sky
you are the reason i
am certainly alive
It scares me to think
Every word
Might be my

Last.
I see your eyes piercing me
I can't accept it
  Your laughing
I grab your neck
Squeeze as tight as I can
But you never lose a breath
  You keep living  
And I'm the one
    Gasping for air
Pulling out my hair
Tormented inside
   can't eat
     can't sleep
       can't see
It was my decision
Why am I the one not able to move on
I start to live and
          I Choke
The acid sunset
My eyes are weary
Murdered branches raked violently
In the faded gloom
Death is broken with the blood trees
Faceless ancient spirits
Dying starts unsuspectingly
Sharp dandelions and silent turns
Crushed boulders on the edge
Where my identity is erased
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