IntrovertSilence is golden, please leave me be.Introvert10 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
Delete NonetI like to delete parts of my life.Delete Nonet10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Memory here, an item there.
Fade them away to darkness.
Making room for the light.
The past can’t hold me.
I’m letting go.
SocietyStay busySociety11 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Don't bother thinking
Sanctity.A pilgrim atSanctity.9 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
the half remembered ruins,
burning low --
at the night's watch.
Still-life.The best of my paintings:Still-life.9 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
the hum of
a sad piano,
a morning cigarette,
and a graveside angel;
all I ever wanted.
The Soul SmugglerThe Soul SmugglerThe Soul Smuggler3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He sits and waits, for just a call
The call that brings a contract
To lead a soul to Heaven or Hell
Not from death, oh no,
But from the Void, separating
The Angels and the Demons
He has no name
He hides in shadows and cracks,
Invisible to the naked eye
Revealing himself to those who pay
So he can gamble a life, into Heaven or Hell.
That's his life, he knows no more
He has no age, therefore no fear of Death
He faces many risks, more to his life,
For even in the Afterlife you can still die
He fights with courage and wit
He runs with hope and risk
Telling people to run the other way.
When asked his name, he says that is the who
When asked what he is, he replies a common thief
When asked who he is, he replies,
I am the Soul Smuggler, and with a grin he disappears
To wait for the next call and gamble another's life.
It is the DarknessIt is the darkness that cumulates, coils and collectsIt is the Darkness1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
At the edge of the visible light; a haven in the night,
Never quite visible, always tangible. Always pulling
On the fraying edges of the mind’s tapestry that one day,
As all things must, will unravel, unwind, and remain unfinished.
It is death’s running chase that reveals ones innermost self.
There is the rain and the moon and the dark stormy clouds
And these are evocative of their master. They’re the painter’s stroke,
The craftsman’s signature style, and above all else,
They are the Roman’s requiem, solemn and persistent,
Fashioning a loose, straightforward arrangement of ominous drums,
Strong and defiant, yet quavering uncertainly in the face of painful realisations.
Death’s touch is surely the softest. They say love is a flower,
Soft and delicate, beautifully rare. But Death, Death is all these things,
Calling you softly “come in from the cold”, enfolding you gently i
what we need mostby dolan greywhat we need most10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
blue skies overhead, and
the seagulls come in
from the bay, looking for some
than can be found
i came in from the field,
seeking shelter and
from the burning sun.
you greeted me in the doorway,
brown eyes and brown hair.
we're the same,
those gulls and i,
thermals lifting us up,
our concentric lives
bringing us back to
what we need most.
Through the fire and the flamesby Dolan GreyThrough the fire and the flames10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Snow falls, this morning;
Even these early rays of light
seem deadly, piercing to us.
Night falls, this evening;
Even the laughter of our children
sounds wicked, awful.
Battles, small and large,
through marshes and marches,
send the spirits of the slain
through shadows, to the sea.
Riding on the steppes
watching the dark towers,
we know they go through flames, too.
So now we rise up,
liberated by the elements,
towards whatever trials await,
our journey only just begun.
Behind the sun,
behind the stars,
below the surface of the moon; our souls --
Distanced, time ticks on
for the souls of the dead;
we feel their lives, lost,
and their burning, dying victory.
The blood-red sun is an omen,
and the gods send bolts to delay,
but the oppressed
worship in deceit and guilt.
We ride back again, towards the blood-sun,
our hearts on fire,
set on memories of the motherland,
and a pilgrimage of sacrifices.
Floating like dreams,
loneliness and dispa
Frigid.Without you I'm a winter heart:Frigid.9 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
a cold sunset and
a cloudy sunrise,
a night on my shoulder
like a ten minute dream
amidst the silent snow --
nothing lasts forevermore.
Ice on fire,
a melting dream,
three ways to
will you feel anything at all
when the rain stops and
when the heart freezes?
One Thousand HoursI am a reverieOne Thousand Hours10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That you cannot see
With no entitlement
To the joys of mankind
I seek and do not find
Instead I wither
And pulsate with fear
You will not see a tear
I have none to shed
Instead I am led
to swallow the drugs in my hand
In my mind is a land
Of broken roads
And magic toads
Whispering ill advised words
With the sharp beak of birds
Beckoning me closer
So that I can be sliced
With paper cuts
and merciless scissors
It is I who is she
Can you not see
of the meticulous ways
With endless days
Taking shape like horrendous origami
Folding and bending
It is she who is me
That cannot escape this delirium
It is a sum
Of one thousand hours
Breaking PointThe world is a beastBreaking Point10 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
of a burden, and I've been
holding on too long.
BoxCan't smell the roses;Box10 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
they do not grow well indoors.
I'm going insane.
to sophiaa cento by dolan greyto sophia10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when by thy scorn, O murd'ress, I am dead,
till blues & sorrow song,
no fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
an anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young--
of birth and death, the two sad knaves of thieves,
runoff, pitch-black, from the rivers of Psalms,
a gleaming glassy ocean,
as silent as pictures on the wall.
but when the crowing syrens blare,
it's as if the rain
and the sky came down,
its guardian grasp on blood and brain.
the ghastly clouds of yonder skies
compare thus to your love;
torrents of your miseries,
rained on me from above.
a quiet akin to ruins--
the ghosts swarm.
the ghost that was myself--
it joined other spirits exhaled before dawn.
Song of the Republic I sing of war and the Republic,Song of the Republic11 months ago in Historical More Like This
The Republic of a long ago era that commanded
The strings and fate of the four known corners
Of the entire world.
The Republic from which did succeed that of
Its great predecessor,
Who did indeed father modern democracy
And laid forth the foundations for equally their government
And the one we are governed by in this era;
Where the Great Alexander did take his armies to
The edges of all the world, nothing left to
Conquer in his great name; for all that had been
Known had already fallen under his banner,
The world was indeed in his possession, its decree and destiny
Ordained by the Greeks, who’s shrew intelligence and
Determined will rewarded them with the world.
But then, as all things great and irrelevant must one
Day come to their destined close, so too did
Alexander the Great pass on to join his fellow soldiers
Who in life did he share the blood of battle
And sorrow of sacrifice, now to
Cherry BlossomsCherry blossoms swayCherry Blossoms1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
In the gentle summer breeze
The moon shines on them
The FeastTake roost dark raven,The Feast11 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The whole world shall soon be your haven.
Death sails across the Dead Sea,
Fall to your knees and pray,
But no matter what prayer you say
Death shall sprinkle sand over your eyes
And watch you as you die.
Oh mortals of Earth and Man,
How displeased the gods must be for them to withdraw their hand!
Oh ravenous raven
Who sits perched on chapel's edge,
Watch now as your master
Moves on silent wings
And the melody of sorrow and death does he sing.
Oh ravenous raven
That ever-hungers for the next feast,
And revel in more than mere slivers!
Be it sun or star
Near or far,
Death has brought you the grand feast from the Sea of Dead
So that you may remain ever fed.
Rest, Nowby Dolan GreyRest, Now11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The mist of the mountains
Like the breath of a giant
Soft, as if sleeping
Cool this time of year
Settles in around me
Damp and grey
The air is murky
I begin to feel alone.
Darkness comes quickly
The sun is saying goodnight
Over the tops of the peaks
And leaving in a hurry
He is my friend, the sun
Stretching his arms out to warm me
But betraying me at last
Leaving me to the murky gloom.
It is midnight when I hear it
Quiet, at first
Almost like a secret
Then louder, forgetting stillness
Beautiful, like a hundred harps
And wretched, like a dying thing
The sweet melody shatters my soul
And I know it is for me.
The stars lighting my way
I see her there
Black hair, blacker than the night
Pale dress, paler than the moon
Blood stains on her hands
Her task, I see, is washing
Cleansing my garments of life.
Translucent, in the water
Like the ghost of an angel
Her voice sings of
Words never spoken
Love never shared
a past that never existed.did you ever looka past that never existed.11 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
at everything and realize
how small it all is.
DionysusGasping, struggling to holdDionysus11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the boundary between thought and being
and cry as particles collide into
soon they will die
I scream into the macrocosm of
and the people hear
in their sleep
waking in their own sweat-soaked beds
and grasp for my words
blurred in their minds
formed only on canvas
an epidural of ink and pigmentation
I push the prodigal child-
Dionysus is born.
Tanganyika1.Tanganyika10 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Your naïve welcome
and medical maroon;
rituals of life and death;
viscous blood taboo.
A band of crimson,
ancient June in the desert;
the opulent ivory.
Patient and scarlet,
masks of ladybugs.
powerful saffron and myrrh,
a tribal countenance.
Me, You.My footsteps trail behind you as you walk,Me, You.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
They make impressions in the snowy sand,
In the deserted forest which at its heart lies gray,
It is the ecstasy I have always searched for,
And your footsteps lead me there.
A halo floats effortlessly above your shaved head,
Its cracks cast shadows of your deep sutures,
Your bare feet leave glass on the desert floor,
Which an inferno planet lights a path towards,
And your footsteps lead me there.
Your skin is covered by a torn flower dress,
It blossoms at your knees like rose petals,
Picked away by accident for an age old question,
The thorn bushes protecting you with poisonous sleep,
And your footsteps lead me there.
Burnt book pages stick to the air you walk through,
They only read one way and one way only,
"In a universe so black with nothing in its wake,
Your footsteps will always lead me there."