His crucifixion poemHis crucifixion poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He was beaten and stoned
He carried his own cross
2.5 long miles
bone exposed from the beatings
they put a crown on His head
"King of Jews!" they spat
as they slapped Him
nine inch nails were pounded
through his hands and feet
cross turned up straight
nails supporting His weight
He has to raise Himself to exhale
shooting immense pain through His body
"Forgive them." He begged His Father
with breath that caused Him pain
He begged as they whipped Him
He begged as they stabbed Him
He begged as they continued to stone Him
He begged as blood poured from Him
He begged for the people they cursed Him
He begged with undying love
He said at the end of the line
they raised vinegar to Him and He drank
"This is the end." He said with His last breath
and His spirit returned back to heaven
as time goes on...as time goes on...4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
as much time drags on
things like memories will fade
but my faith will stay
In a FrameIn a Frame5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dancer in a frame is still the dancer -
the dancer with eyes closed becomes transparent,
as all she feels and knows goes in and out of balance.
The dancer in a frame is not still.
The dancer in a frame is still the dancer -
should she request you do anything at all
within your power, answer that you will.
Until she lift her eyes to you, be still.
Eternity Comes Only OnceEternity Comes Only Once1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
...In a dream of eternal youth
with beautiful eyes and unspoken truths,
dancing on a thin thread drawn by Selena
in a blue night when all four winds talking about peace;
...In that unique poem when love
shines more than the Sun God on your ring finger,
weaving lasting hopes on a delicate cobweb
in a white day of the beginning of all beginnings;
...In a cold afternoon of December
with memories which surrounds the Arctic Circle,
melting everlasting snows that floods the time,
paradoxically, leaving behind them the fire which burns your heart;
....In the black hole of a single moment,
with pain, with answers, with courage, maybe with joy, or Not,
Waltz with the time between seconds,
Eternity comes only once...
YieldAutumn cloaks a darkling soulYield3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In half-truths of vermillion
Crimson, scarlet, amber, gold
Beneath a blue pavilion
Autumn hides its old grey bones
In cupboards filled with snail shells
Skeins of birds and garden stones
Where every half-lit secret dwells
Autumn’s guise is gossamer
Thistledown in parachutes
Rushing waters’ dulcimer
And reed-song veil its bitter fruits
Autumn’s spirit is occult
It offers balmy days’ exult
Then turns to storm, perfidious
Autumn’s altar smells of rain
Leaf-mold, woodsmoke, rot and rust
I yield to darkness in the vein
Disease, decay, and ruined trust
glass in the throatthere's something about thatglass in the throat3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
hollow quiet in the night
that bite of air
beneath the clouded moon:
something like calm words,
falling through the gaps
between stained teeth
something like a dull thud,
a stumbling fawn
bruised by a wheel.
something about that
clinging crowding darkness
a sweet invitation:
prey on us sinners,
at the hour of our death.
LaddersLadders11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ladder of wood that has leaned against the north wall of the house for five years.
The ladder shaped like the letter "A" from the apple orchard of your childhood.
The ladder that fell to the ground after you climbed it to the roof.
The ladder of stone that lies on the ground and cannot be lifted.
The ladder of ice on a sunny day.
The ladder in the basement that is too long to have gone down the stairs because there is a turn in them. The basement has no windows.
The ladder of metal that sings in the wind.
The ladder of a single rung made by your hands for the foot of a friend.
The ladder of white lines on red paint.
Wings Of GraceWhen everything comes aliveWings Of Grace11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a sweet song surround my heart
and beyond the sadness and insecurity,
I start to fly on the wings of grace
calling the name of Joy.
Hoping that generosity of the Universe
will caress my soul and gentle will touch my hand,
I let my emotions to spread in a special dance
and like a beautiful dream of the beginning,
the colors bloom in the mystery of an unreal light.
I'm still flying and without fear,
I feel my wings translucent like a dragonfly
and in my ears, a pale voice whisper:
"Never call my name again because I'm always with you,
as long as you are able to fly over your pain
and find the miracle of Spring."
18/10/2014I doused your flames18/10/20143 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you watched mine burn.
end the madnessonly in the moon shadowend the madness5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
will one find relief
step down from yourself
you silent speaking gods
in the air above
the music is nothing
in the children ear
from the east to the west
finding the right cord
to pluck will be my
safety net for now
I will escape your grip
on me forever
your chains will fall
your end is near
and then you will see
oh flying spirt guide
take me away from it all
end this madness
and set me free
EntropyFading away, into the light of dayEntropy3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Morning is cold, lonely and gray
Can never let go, of this memory's glow
Happiness lost, sends me deeper into sorrow
PaintingPainting2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am painting the bathroom and the radio
playing the morning classical music show
is in the bedroom. The announcer's words
are not clear but I hear her tone of voice
and she sounds concerned - her tone says,
"Are you listening? Do you hear me say
every European name correctly?
Do you know that this music so many
consider dull is fine music and exactly
what you should be listening to?"
But today the music is dull, it is virtuosity
whose only aim is to fly through harmony
as fast and precisely as possible. A clarinet
does so in one piece, a flute in the next.
These composers had feelings but did not use
music to express them - and so it is
exactly what to listen to, for my task
is not to express my feelings as I mask
the mirror's edge with tape pressed tight -
I am only trying to get it right.
Solace in DeathSolace in DeathSolace in Death5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The cold wind makes it seem foreboding and haunting, even with the sun shining
And as the day wears on my flesh has become numb through my thin sweater
But I cannot stop walking, or I will forget where I came from, and who I am
So I walk, and I wander, and I follow the stone pathway until it gives way to dirt
And then I follow that dirt until I can no longer see anything but autumn shades
And as I shiver and stare I find that I have gotten myself lost in these dark trees
My problem becomes my solution and I continue to walk, my bones are frozen now
And as the sun dissipates into the horizon I find comfort in the red leaves at my feet
In the dark of the autumn night I find solace in the silence of death.
EntropyBegging it to have it's way with me,Entropy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
teasing it, taunting it, tempting it,
It's going to have me anyway,
why not have it be on my terms?
I want to be reduced to my absolute value,
find out what lies beneath my layers of bullshit,
reduce me back to chaos,
and see what's birthed from the ashes.
DualityDualityDuality5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In these long, frigid nights
(Devoid of your body's warmth)
I'm holding my fragile breath
(I know that I'll just end up choking)
Without your lingering presence
(I fall on empty and break into tiny shards)
The stars just won't light up my sky
(So I won't stumble to pick up all the pieces)
This heavy curtain weighs me down
(Drowning in a sea of sand and cold ash)
Until my eyes flicker through nightmares
(My inner demons escape through my mouth)
Sending silent screams up the dripping walls
(Rattling jars and bones until my ears bleed roses)
For mice and minotaurs to chew deliberately
(I grow so small, I grow so weary, I fade out)
As my heart skips and stalls around each corner
(I inhale blood and exhale oxygen)
I twist and struggle against the weight of air.
(While I die from the inside out).
Memory LaneMemory LaneMemory Lane5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The asphalt contorts, twists, and conforms to the wear,
Discoloured gray stretching onward, indefinitely
(I long for the end,
But I know it does not exist).
I cannot turn back, and I cannot look away,
I fumble through my mistakes; its like walking on glass
And I have to keep going).
The sleet cuts through my translucent skin
Etching all of my hurt down into my brittle bones
(You cannot see my scars,
But I can still feel them).
My knees crash into the cold gray asphalt,
Leaving dark smears and cracked fears
(Just let me go,
Let me fall into emptiness).
Ramblings of an Overactive...Ramblings of an Overactive MindRamblings of an Overactive...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the darkness of the sunset the wind curls and creeps around me
Guiding my senses to places long forgiven, forgetting all I know,
Trading it for all I've lost, will these memories be enough?
Or will I fade like an old photograph,
Dusty and unwanted.
(Calling out for nothing always leaves me bleeding for something
And I know I won't remember why it hurts; but I can't help but hope that it will go away. This dull ache cuts through my skin like razor blades slicing ribbons;
Yet I cannot help but wonder if I've had enough,
Or if I've just started my running battle.)
The waves curl around my feet, they tickle my dreams and send them far away,
Into the meadows of my mind, frolicking in the grass of such odd hues
That if I tried to explain the stars would scoff at me and cluck their tongues.
I long for a moment of sheer silence, when the world stops and I can breathe clearly,
Just once, for once.
(So I'll climb right back