Blue RoseBlue Rose of Illium,
entwine me with your thorns,
for the scars you leave on my skin
give more honor than battle-wounds.
Let my hands carry you
from the shadows of steel towers
into the hot sunshine,
so your petals may grow deep in color,
your leaves and stems more supple,
your roots firmly gripping the earth
where love plants you.
Blue Rose of Illium,
may I die with your name on my lips,
and fall close to where you stand
so my blood may enrich your soil,
and my bones wall you
against any who would uproot you
without knowing your true worth.
Luna's ReplyHow my deeds pain me as time stretches longLuna's Reply1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
How could I have hurt them this way?
So rest easy now, my punishment’s mine
The weight of my crimes are my own
But into that stillness you brought me your song
With your voice my company kept
For your tired eyes and sweet lullabies
In exile I pay you my debt
Once did a pony who gleamed like the moon
Look out on her kingdom and sigh
Dejected she cried, “Surely there is no pony
“Who loves me, or finds any love in my night.”
So great was her pain, she rose in rebellion
Against those who cared for her most
She let the Nightmare fall on those she ruled
And threatened to grip them in permanent cold
Lullay, dear Tia, good night sister mine
Rest now in starlight’s embrace
May this cool lullaby reach you in dreams
And ease you your passage of days
May my apologies find you this night
And may my sorrow in kind
Tia, you loved me much more than I knew
Forgive me for being so blind
Soon did her sister do what was demanded
For These Things I AmFor all the things I couldn't do,For These Things I Am4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For all my plans that fell through,
For the lies I told in lieu of truth,
I am sorrowful.
For all your tomorrows that wouldn't come,
For all my wrongs in their awful sum,
For the words I used that made you glum,
I am regretful.
For all the smiles you put on my face,
For all your beauty and all your grace,
For the warmth you gave in each embrace,
I am joyful.
Temptation- Thirty-Nine NightsThirty-nine nights I've stayed awake,Temptation- Thirty-Nine Nights4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sin and temptation I can't forsake;
My soul cries to the sky for release,
Another hour feels too much to take.
My eyes stay open in a hope to appease,
Praying for an end, I fall on my knees.
The sky but echoes my calls for aid,
Death may come before I rest at ease.
Thirst and hunger haunt my shade,
My neck lies below the devil's blade;
Just one stroke and my will shall break,
Somebody save me, for I am afraid.
Fortune passed me to leave pain in its wake;
My path is uncertain, my fate opaque.
Another hour feels too much to take,
Thirty-nine nights I've stayed awake.
If OnlyIf only the rain would stop falling,If Only5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So that my face will not be drenched
If I look somewhere other than down.
If only the sky cleared to reveal
The shining eye of heaven, so that
I can know I am not forsaken.
If only I could stop from playing that song
Reminding me of the treasure I cannot grasp,
Of the woman I stand far away from.
If only I could sleep, to forget my toil
And my troubles, and wake up after
I have forgotten all about myself.
If only the snow came to shroud this city
So I can take joy in its white gleam,
Its numbing cold, and reflect my smile
In the ice-covered sidewalk.
If only all knowledge fled from men's mind,
And no secret could stab me deeply
Like stilettos that assassinate my spirit.
If only I could run, run so fast that time
Will not ravage my hope, so fast that
I can leave her in my past, behind me.
If only I could stop from writing these poems,
A foolish mans inarticulate verses
That shames the name of poet.
If only I could stop seeing you in
UnboundA poet is not bound to his quill and ink;Unbound5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What are mere reed and simple dark liquid
To the mind and the soul which gives them life?
A poem is not the sum of its lines and structures;
Meter, stanza, rhyme the sum of which
Compare not to the feeling and conceit.
Words have form but no function;
Without men words hold no power
For men define each words meaning.
Techniques equate only to flattery;
They are all show but no content
Without mens immortal substance.
Thus each word carries no real meaning;
Love, hate, sadness, joy
Each but wrappings a man may use.
And every form is but a lifeless shell;
Sonnet, sestina, haiku, terza rima
All are masks a poet may wear.
Take this not as an objection to words or forms;
We all wear those of our choosing
When the occasion suits us.
But take care when you clothe yourself in each;
For you must always remember
That man makes the forms; the cloth makes not the man.
Restaurant Restroom RhapsodyI-- I'm sorry.Restaurant Restroom Rhapsody3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I didn't mean to run away,
Turn you aside or leave you in the cold.
My thoughts were scrambled too fast
For me to react calmly,
Take it all in stride
And just nod as the truth came.
The rhythm of my thoughts
Just fell apart; the wineglass I was holding
Would have too, were it not for the inside of my head
Holding a vague idea
Of what was coming.
The main course must have arrived by now;
But I don't feel hungry, even though I know
The lasagna here
Leaves little room for words
How could I have not known who--
The signs were obvious, looking back.
My loins let me believe whatever I wanted to believe,
Blanking out intuition,
The cold faucet water
Helps me keep my thoughts straight, and prevent
Waves of panic from capsizing me.
How I wish it was vodka instead,
So I could drink
Don't look at me like that. Makes me edgy
When someone makes me feel in the wrong,
When you let me know I'm the one at fault.
I wish I could blame
NumerologyOne is knowledge, the foundation,Numerology5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The key ingredient of civilization.
Two is wisdom, product of age,
It takes you to depths you cannot gauge.
Three is understanding, the comprehension,
Knowledge and wisdoms true manifestation.
Four is freedom, with no restraint,
A flesh and soul no chains can taint.
Five is power, the force of creation,
Free knowledges ultimate elevation.
Six is justice, a state of equal standing,
Knowledge and wisdom combined with understanding.
Seven is God, supremacy embodied,
Divine primacy given mans body.
Eight is duality, build or destroy,
Power and understanding should be correctly employed.
Nine is birth, existence complete,
Gods wisdom in man replete.
Zero is cipher, the perfect essence,
The ever-turning cycle of human existence.
The Suicide, or on EliotWe fear what we do not know.The Suicide, or on Eliot4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I dreamed a vision where my flesh unwound itself
From sinew, where my legs collapsed
After supersonic death passed, and my intellect
Leaked out in streams from cracked cranium.
One measure of burned smoke soaked my soul
Better than ninety-seven ounces of ether ever could.
There are only personal apocalypses.
No motion pictures present the notion of darkness
With any accuracy.
For me no more the obstinacy of no regret--
Black can absorb any color;
No more the tenacity of living with no water
While disembodied voices tell me of ancient history.
(Aeschylus's epitaph does not fit my life
Of all pen and no spears; just stilettos
Stabbing through meager armor.)
This brain is not dry anymore.
No motion pictures present the notion of darkness
With any accuracy.
A box closes softly loud
Where Gerontion lies still.
The box is a size too big
For a small stature to fill.
The coffin portrait shows him in his prime,
Esoteric MysteryI saw him on a rainy day, him with sunglassesEsoteric Mystery4 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Despite the overhanging darkness and smiling without a grin.
Droplets streamed down soul-concealing Ray-Ban lenses
Perched on the pale ridge of his nose. The raincoat
Hid the rest of him like an opaque shield.
Whispered mysteries chilled my neck,
Tapped my eardrums in strange silence.
I pause for eternity and walk away
As worlds end and begin again.
Just a second passes between Apocalypse and Genesis.
I thought I could see beyond them
Into colorless vibrant eyes.
Only Heroes Cry AloneOnly heroes cry alone.Only Heroes Cry Alone5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How they feel cannot be shown.
Right until their duties end
They hide their feelings and pretend
To others they are invincible,
But their hearts are invisible.
On their integrity you can depend
But their souls you wont comprehend
Heroes come to make your day,
They save you and youre on your way.
But at night they can only pray
For they walk a dying way
They fall down and weep in woe,
For in sadness they all do know:
Integrity is at its demise
It shall fall and never rise
The pain they bear will not be known;
Only heroes cry alone.
Glass Towera message to thoseGlass Tower3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
whose fingers mud does not touch
remember who made
your towers of glass and steel
who sit outside your walls still
because on a day
when greeds fruit is undone
by your own clean hands
the still will stir and stand tall
to hurl mud on your visage
All Alone in the AlleyAll alone in the alley,All Alone in the Alley4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with wine by my side
and not a cat in sight,
I drift, slowly,
from cold ennui
to good old mis'ry.
Here, in the deep dark
of the cul-de-sac,
there are no lies
left to unmask
all is bare
for none to see
the drunken madness in my marrow,
the broken poems in my bones;
the quill, of late run out of sorrow,
the sacrum writhing with my moans.
This is what I covet,
this is what I loathe;
this this - is my sanctum
my grove of myrtle drear
and martyred dreams.
The Spacer's SongI see infinity lying at my fingertipsThe Spacer's Song4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When the moon rises and the stars quip
In their speechless tongue,
Measured in nanometers and wrung
From the union of basic simplicity,
The language of our complicity
In mysteries billions of times
Beyond our scale and sublime
Before our minds ever existed:
We are small, yet we persisted
In walking out of ourselves
Into foreign gravities, to delve
Deeper into the words stars shine
Into our eyes and trace their lines
Back to the beginning, so that one day
We may see a foreign sunrise and say
"It's beautiful" in the company
Of others from another place, and finally
Know why everything came to be.
I don't understand the words reaching me,
But trusting the possibilities of their meaning
I continue in observing the sky and freeing
My fellows from the surly bonds of Earth;
For their meaning I'll give all I'm worth.
Heart's OceanThe tempest past with no soundHeart's Ocean4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Last night when ships came, tied down
Morning came and drove the rain
Away, though the clouds still remain
My ship, my battered and old home
She calls me once again to roam
Though the wind, quiet as a mouse
Can barely move the sail of my house
Undaunted, the anchor weighs itself
She sails off, gliding, without help
The wind whispers, the way is slow
I know not where my home will go
The day is long; let the winds point my way
My compass and my sextant, stowed away
I must let the wind guide me, wherever it goes
Even though it may cast me in the storm's throes
Just last night, I ran from the rain, seeking safety
I sought the wind too hard; been blinded lately
The storm tore my clothes, the waves chilled me
Down into my core, splashing wildly
My will fits not the sea-chart
Who knows the ways of ocean's heart
Trust in the wind, and I may find
That place where the land is kind
Until then I will sail alone
The wind will tell me, carry on
Gone are the days I soug
Mutual InspirationI dont want my love to make me chokeMutual Inspiration5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And gasp for air as we drown in a sea of affections.
No. I want us to float words into each others thoughts,
Words to smooth over the imperfections
Of verses composed in solitude,
Words to complete lines and rhyme couplets.
I dont want love to take away the words
And leave us lying with nothing to say.
We will stand and speak
What are poets when they remain silent?
If the pen overwhelms the sword
And love is a conqueror
A love with pens conquers more than a love with blades
Those who fall to the pen live,
Those who fall to the sword die.
Why reign over death than life?
Let us shape love in our image
As we walk on the precarious edge
Between reason and madness;
There will be no suffering sadness
As we build the proud tower
Towards the zenith of verbal power.
Replace speechless admiration
With lyrical odes and orations
More apt for our passion; we shall sing
With hearts lightened with wings,
Two souls bound in strings
Ode to a FlowerA single orchid blue blooms in my room,Ode to a Flower5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For long its kind face by the light has stood.
A flowers longevity Ive misunderstood,
For its companions a quick wilt assumed;
As soon as they bloomed from their bud, their womb
To behold the light as long as they could,
The laws of nature proclaimed that they should
Fall down and fade into an inglorious tomb.
For a long time I pondered on the truth:
With this one flower what had nature meant?
Slowly the answer to my question came:
My other passions came quickly and went,
Save for you but you dont feel the same;
You are my flower, blue my love for you.
Lament for the Death of DreamA Lament for the Death of a DreamLament for the Death of Dream4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With waking eyes I saw it tear
the dream that clad my days for weeks.
Now all I've left are wretched rags,
as torn as those which orphans seek.
I watched the doe die during labour,
another Rose without a saviour.
Whose breast shall feed the hapless fawn?
Which dirge will chide the childless dawn?
Whose chant can quell its damp dolour?
Which doleful bard? Which troubadour?
'Tis a dire, dire, dire fate
that we should bear such hawthorn grief,
the kind that pricks us as we sleep
to rouse the pain buried beneath.
At dusk the pixie-folk arose
from forth their nests and foliate cots.
Yet when they saw the doe's drab husk
the sky fast turned dark and morose,
and 'midst despair and scent of musk
they watched the lemon moonlight rot.
With waking eyes I saw it tear
the dream that clad my days for weeks.
Now all I've left are buried rags,
as dead as those whom daisies weep.
DreamsThe evidence of my own degradationDreams4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is hidden behind my lidded eyes.
The vulgar truth in my dreams
Validates why she shouldn't be mine.
I am inside of her car,
Relaxed, yet piqued as always in her presence.
Suddenly, she roughly kisses my lips,
And climbs over the seat, straddling my lap.
The lips I've waited so long to taste,
I momentarily wrap my fingers in her luxurious hair.
Pulse quickening, I burst out "We can't!"
Though I need her more than she can know.
"Don't worry, I've done this before," she says breathlessly.
The words burn my heart.
"I want to continue," I reluctantly tell her,
"But I respect your relationship more than this."
I wake up, heart pounding, sweat cold.
Emotions twisted in tight knots.
The shame and anger surfaces,
For I know she is better
Than the creature in my dreams.
Her loyalty to another is partly why
I cherish her, above all.
The long goodbyeWill you ever know that feelingThe long goodbye4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when someone says goodbye
with a blow that leaves you reeling
and the days just will not fly.
Will you ever know that aching
from the heaviness inside
which hopeless thoughts are making
as you recall how much you cried.
Will you ever know that yearning
that things could be as they were
before life took sharp turning
causing dark suspicions to stir.
Will you ever know that sadness
about a friend or lover's decision
to abandon you forever
with clinical precision.
Have you ever known confusion
about signals coming through
that lead to wild delusion
ricocheting back to you.
Will you ever know that hurt
that you were badly used
and felt so undeserved
of that emotional bruise.
Will you ever know the heartache
when left alone to bleed
in sorrowful seclusion
your anguish now to feed
But now accept you've been rejected
by the one that love you gave
from harsh words you hear reflected
that will last until your grave.
Hold The LineLove is the fire that runs deep into my soulHold The Line4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Stupidity and ignorance overwhelms me
Falling deeper for you, I can't help it
Trapped in your mystifying eyes
Holding my gaze
As love's flames continues to burn through me
I know the pain will be unbearable
Nothing can extinguish my passion
Then comes the day I have been dreading
Your bitter sweet smile locked into my mind
Walking away from what we could have been
Your final words twisting the knife
Piercing my breaking heart
I hate this love, its changing me,
I am not myself, I can't think straight
It's so indescribable
light and dark loveCan you see lovelight and dark love4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in the adoration of her eyes?
Can you hear love
uttered pure and without lies?
Can you feel love
in the tenderness of touch?
Can you speak love
with words that mean so much?
Can you sense love
all around her as she moves?
Will you accept love
with the innocence she proves?
Will you give love
in abundance and desire?
Will you make love
with all-consuming fire?
Or will you withhold love
from a breaking heart laid bare?
Will you kill love
with your cruel lack of care?
Will you spurn love
and not hear her trembling sigh?
Will you crush love
and watch her slowly die?
Then you cannot really know love
Or be touched by morning sun
For your life is endless winter
And the hand of frost has won.
Could, Should, WouldI.Could, Should, Would5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Slide down the halls
Reciting verbal tantrum
Making no sense whatsoever
a r a r a r
i i i i i i
Mermaid, Dark.Mystic Magick,Mermaid, Dark.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
eyes that drown.
pull you close,
over fearful souls,
of what lies beneath.
hold you and steal,
all that you love,
all that you feel.
'I stare into her eyes,
what looks like drowning lies,
Tears hold in the fear,
for her life is drear.'
On the Day BeforeLast nightOn the Day Before4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we paused our
Long enough to agree
We'd never make it
and I know this.
Know it like I know
Water tastes like nothing
Whiskey tastes like sin.
Like I know
You were meant for