This mornin ride
The softened leather of a dewey saddle..
Comfortably seats my jeans..
Struttin through the mulchy earth,
With A backdrop the color of a blue moon-
The suns on the third quarter of my world
The night giving yawn
As the scent of quenched leaves sing nostrils their tune.
Such a tranquil dismount
Caught by plush boots
The sink of my heel in the ground
calls dominance over roots-
This day is as I subject it
And this ride,
this morning ride,
Will give my days direction.
And this morning ride is of beautiful perception.
Growing up all alone
Inside a garden full of roses,
Thorns plucking at your soul.
You are the lovliest story of life
this world has yet to know,
But thats ok,
Because as you sleep,
this world just grows cold.
Your like a sight of pretty Jasper
to an eye of black and white
So pure, so rare; I pray,
when you awake you are prepared. Nothing is as pleasant as your dreams/
cherish every moment given
and let your Heart Sing!
See the melodies inside are alive;
Set them free!
Never be scared-through Faith
you are prepared a chair.
Spare the man in the corner
that brought tears to your eyes.
See he’s the one that’s will seek you when his conscious collides/
with the lies that he told
For, he sees you on the rise. Forgiveness is really Love
and Love, the Key of Life.
they can’t take what your given
if you choose to use it right!
My hand began to shake, then my pen began to skate
is as groove is to dance
You start to fall into this rhythm
as trapped as this trance
Repeating recitals sized by the mile
-trials unfold roads before the toes of the child.
beyond a point to check the last three steps
I direct commands
dÍrectly to the hands of time.
Three grapes, one wine
intruding daily opposition soon transitioned into subduing loves rain.
With No More Pain.
So many buds of the tongue,
taste has changed,
and now I can’t confine that in which I so confide,
With no doubt,
a trust minus the lust of why…
Play a tune no other has kept, mezmorize ,
these once lost letters now demand the scene and seize the sands of…
Above below, within without ,
what does doubt know?
pictures painted meant only to be analyzed for so long,
questions I longed,
answers appeared near the trees of these songs.
Deeply rooted I subdued it but it still comes around.
Wired to the ground,
programs bound virus’ vices from the highest of crowns,
I see the nicest of frowns.
No excuses , who is such to touch with such love it introduces.?..
ALL OF SUCH GOD PRODUCES!!..
None so useless…
“Do not confuse this.”
Good morning my darling,
Please say hello for me
To your smile
and it’s lovely glow.
Life is giving thanks today
For, every breath you take
Makes the world a better place.
You should know that your the flower to the soil,
Beauty grown through all adversity.
Like the sun to my earth,
Your touch is warmth to my core.
If only these words could capture my hearts thoughts,
This note would have so much soul,
But they just aren’t enough
Your essence is a presence no pen can hold.
Yet, even so,
If ever you need a shoulder to cry on,
Know that I have two,
Should you need some support,
My back is strong;
and dedicated to you.
Life loves to pressure the strongest people
I can’t imagine how much it daily does to you
But the stress of life is feeble
There is nothing to your love that it can do!
You question ultimatums with the blink of your eyes
Do you realize,
That by holding your hand,
One can render pain denied?
It is true,
And it can never end,
That is, this Ode to You!
Speak to me in sonnets Perfectly crafted for Shakespearean times Where dresses cling tightly to skin Carved with silver lace that invites your touch And aches to be ripped from the seams with your intent. Bathe me in the flawless tilt and turn Of unending words that crawl between the strands of my…
Driven to a new desire
A never ending ambition
Interchanging principles and revolving morals
Trading integrity, compromising character-
To elevate oneself to a broken pedestal
The sensation of fame to the tongue
Taste buds dancing to the motion of ever changing flavors
Numbing sours and blinding sweets
Sugar rushes bouncing the brain in and out of reality
Mind state devastated
Preoccupied with sensual escapes,
Praise and acceptance.
Admitted through the gates,
Its not until then you start searching for what makes fame so “great”
Words drip from this pencil, and philosophers along with them. Molasses expressions drawn out with a limp crash onto the page. You’d expect these cluster bombs to explode upon contact Napalm mist seething your retinae, a new-found blindness kindling sight, Rather Molasses puddles. Sugar remains sweet. Graphite flakes are gently tucked into the paper, And the world is smothered with a lip gloss-covered goodnight kiss.
What took the sweet, loving, tender heart you once had?
Where did the humble smile go that you never could hold back?
What did they say?
What did they do?
What did they take you through?
There is no longer beautiful pearls glistening when you speak.
Only a storm in your eyes as you frown
This can’t be you,
Where’s the rays that once rivaled the suns’
as you sung
Melodies of joy?
Pain in your face is now your Only Glow.
Your not one they can destroy
I thought you invincible.
When they said you wouldn’t live,
In a coma you smiled!
A miracle you showed!
It may take a while-
Maybe years worth of time,
But the stars always wait,
In the night bright,
Still present in the day-
I know you haven’t imploded!
I know you will once again hold it!„
That essence that proved golden
In that caldron full of hopeless, passive aspirations.
Yes! You hold the world at your lips
Love let it drip,
They CANT remove your grip!
Again I say, I’ll break your fall if ever you do slip-
There isn’t another that can persuade the beauty out of pain as you do
Alone are Blue
I understand this now.
Let the world alone for awhile
Let it weep at the devastation it brings your smile.
They’ll Change morals to have you back-
It will only take a while-
Rest, you lovely soul in a vial.
I wish I didnt think about you
as much as I do,
I wish I knew the reason,
I wish I could have the answer,
I’ve searched the stars,
inspected every grain of my heart,.
And I only find the start.
As if the end is not written,
but it was.
Though I know you did not go without sorrow in your decision,
the incision you made still remains hollow.,
I am not a broken man without you,
I am not depressed, but instead,
my heart feeds thoughts of you.
I say I’m better to lose you.
I tell myself, “it was long overdue,”
And I am, now,
so why won’t you leave me?.
I wish that you leaving would mean no trace of our meeting.
But it is not as such.,
because I know the love engulfed with your touch.
So, I need no signs,
a thought of you, followed by a smile is enough.
May your husband receive what I did not.
May he fall desperately in love with what I saw
but could not find,
Whether such, was your doing or
I woke this morning with a blank state of mind.
No troubles nor immediate joy
Prancing, demanding this abyss of mine.
Questions of light,
Is it dark? Warm? cold?
I realize now that my canvas is clean,
Clear of any haze, a page for my thoughts to graze.
I have Colors To choose-
Which paint shall I use?
The grays portray muse in such segregated hues-
Sounds about right.
Greens to bring depth-
all in a Violet sight.
Water based emotion?
Or oil base devotion?
Shall i make blobs of pain to splash and run/
Or strokes so precise it captures perfection in lost passion?
Today is my pallet.
The wind as my brush„
Though Fan-or Fin bristled-
I don’t know which one.
She chokes up with every sight of him,
His presence halts her empty footsteps.
Thoughts of what could have been
Race and roam through her from head to toe.
Reminders of what once was
A beauty that Father Time could not touch.
His body. His voice. His heart warming smile.
All a reality of a…
Rested but drained.
Clothes, the same, dirty but serve purpose-
Just to get muddy again.
Outdoors it is Darkness,
It only five am
Wind/ chills my bones
Goosebumps and clouds seep questions from within.
I’m posting again.
And here we are.
What will this day bring
as I sit in dismay?
At the mercy of Love-
By the hands of life is it molded.
beliefs passions and testament
Oh how adversity tests what is left of them.
OH BUT I SHALL NEVER FALL!
IT SHAN’T BE AN OPTION!
FOREVER NEVER MORE,
SHALL DEFEAT BE ALLOWED TO KEEP WATCHIN’!
MY ALTERS OF PERSEVERANCE
WILL SUBSIDE ANY AND ALL DESTRUCTION.
I've posted the poem. Do you have a title for it? Or should I just leave it untitled? Thanks for writing it, I really really love it! And the ending is just amazing!
Sorry I’m just replying, I always called it ‘When stars cry’ but it’s no biggie, I’m glad you like it and thank you dearly for the opportunity! :) which btw I’d be honored to have a guest blog of yours, though, I don’t exactly have a big fan base/followers seeing as I’m still new n gettin the ball rolling with this tumblr thing lol
Boundaries and borders, Miles and military lines, Time zones and telephones, Seas and skies- Stopped mattering And dissipated to nothingness, As a bond shook stars in its strength. As two people, no matter how distant Met in the space between them, To deny and defy tangibility.
The gradual time
that conceives such beauty, are the same seconds
that diminish its glow.
So what if there’s not
in such eyes, lips, cheeks or a nose?
What’s fair to the eye
is not all that you spy.
So when time has its way
will you know what you hold?
Will you be able to say
you were fully aware
of such lovely a soul?
Or fade with despair
Why do I SEEM so deep-
I see the surface but it’s as if I cant reach.
Coming up short
Like, you’ll never suffice the peak.
“they don’t listen as I speak!”
-The water ripples and this sonar speaks.
The ripples spread each on a bound orbit,
Should have known it, all of different circumference-
But of radius still in reach.
The mind PLAYS TRICKS, like when it wanders as you sleep.
“spoken word…the best part, losing yourself in it, and searching until you find it..then when you open your eyes and find others found something as well. if that makes sense to yall, it does to me so :) lol”—
Something happened very drastic
She woulda sworn it was magic,
But her faith was a plate never left half handed
She demanded her prayers, would command Now and later.
Little drops of snow
And little did she know,
Just a year ago,
He would go
And fear would grow,
Of his never return.
Where never holds forever captive, oh how it burns.
Still strapped to his back, lips chapped, her kiss pulls him back
From the jaws of death
Left with a choice,
He hears the mountains rejoice, and the little peaceful stream holds a pretty yellow beam
The sun sets fast.
He must continue on his path.
Only one decision left.,
Measure precision pressure, with love,; now divide it in half, now multiply the minutes of love, or face death.
Time swirls & sands rage, transcend to this place, where the lovely little daisies sing and dance all day.
And to the left of the door, there a porch swing sways.
His heart beat subsides and he sighs at the sight of a sign saying, “welcome home.”
Climb up the steps, rap on the door, and wait, anticipation is killing her!
He hears a deadbolt click and snap back, it’s a trap.,
the thunder rumbles in laughter, waking her from her slumber just before they get to chat.
She closed her book picked up her pen
And memorized his smile again.
A tear tears through the page.
She could have gave him everything but something stood in their way.
“See He was reaching for the world, just to lay it in my hands.
Now This attempt alone is Much more than i could have ever asked.”
So she again tries to tie together loose ends of time,
Standing on her faith in attempt to identify,
but, there’s a haze in His gaze,
she can’t remember the way!.,
She knows the passion held within the smile she gave
but her imagination can no longer summon this again.
Now ‘ballin, ‘knowin theirs loves alive, but it’s crippled/ ‘crawlin.
She lets a scream leap inside ‘cus she can hear his heart ‘callin.
‘Layin on the mantle next to an autumn scented candle,
Is a vase; in which she sees his face, cus he made it, the rose he bought from his heart, froze when he gave it.
A statement his lips promised, “my love is forever yours.”
Her heart grows warm ‘swarmin towards true loves’ door.
She reaches in her pocket, no key, left ‘knockin.
She turns to stars in hope of a galactic depart
“I can’t do it anymore,” her soul in torn by the thorns of these scars.
Eyes closed, “I hope, he can never break a promise, and if such is so, let him know that my heart beats honest.”
Its Year 10, and she closes, emotions ‘flowin.