Posts tagged "Poetry"
  1. Notes: 18 / 2 years ago 

    Immortal Tusks

    Together, on one fine day, we left, at no vocal request,
    with great haste and no thought spared for the hereafter
    A dark continent, bearing adventure’s well-worn crest,
    was the destination of our erratic and impetuous quest
    Whilst there we adapted, shared in tears and laughter,
    befriending bleak hordes now hopelessly dispossessed
    Whence natural fury did stir, bringing about grand disaster,
    both communities and structures alike endured the stress
    We lent aid to the distressed, laying those no longer to final rest
    We helped upright buildings for those who heeded no master
    We rebuilt bridges that elephant herds tread longer still after
    A century from now, these forgotten things will still matter,
    when even elephantine memory begins to fade, but no faster,
    when our bones are ashen and have just began to scatter,
    hooves with ungulate grace will still be heard to clatter thereafter

  2. Notes: 2 / 2 years ago 

    Words from a Dream

    I’ve regenerated the sky again,
    and now all that I can see
    is the hemorrhaging of energy
    where your star’s spot should be

    You’re pretty and you’re wise
    like the old young Queens of yore
    You’ve bested me far better
    but, really, who’s still keeping score?

    I’ve entered your memory’s chateau,
    with hands raised only as a show of peace
    but still I am to be greeted by old guards
    wearing wreaths bound with plate-armor grief

  3. Notes: 1 / 2 years ago 

    A preface to an Ode - Per aspera ad Astra

    It is so very hard to write about us
    and harder still even when I’ve tried
    You wanted words that I have lost
    Do trust that I’d give them otherwise

    For we were born in, and of, a lust
    A wordless dictum of a phallic quill
    invalidating an expression via thrust
    Things shifted, words became a must
    So, hence, my dictation at your will:

    My hand has so stayed from penning
    in it’s patent, maybe well-worn, style,
    words used previously in condemning
    those whom I’ve now chosen to revile

    I would seek, and as I’d claim rightly is your due,
    to distance even your passing, fleeting mention,
    but especially when the context is poetical review,
    the notion that you conjure in my mind’s dimension
    from the inferior attempts that preceded finding you,
    to elevate it from their taint; immaculate ascension

    These are words which needed saying that I willfully neglected
    Truths, true as tautological, that I’d have still zealously rejected
    Though now I feel a surge, a rush to which I’m easily subjected
    as regularly as precious thoughts of you can be feasibly expected
    I’ll start my scribing, damned be my constant want of the perfected,
    long overdue is an appreciative appraisal being your way directed

  4. Notes: 1 / 2 years ago 

    LAPping at the Black LACE of a DEMON’s Veil

    I believe it to be so that nothing can be truly lost forever
    but oft rather merely misplaced, transmuted or forgotten
    Those few words of utterance, before ties were to sever,
    might seem as if scattered to the wind, long since trodden,
    by time’s fear inspiring tread, whence memories slowly rotten

    But rather, to the contrary, they live on in a different manifestation
    That moment’s words, and their vibrations in the surrounding air
    transferred energy to the molecules around the vocalizations there
    Subatomic oscillations carry the legacy of your meaning by causation
    spreading through the world like the shedding and dispelling of a tear
    does extirpate one’s sadness and sows it quite rightly anywhere but here

    It travels onward like a vagrant, whom hasn’t any home
    and must always roam in that aimless, almost flagrant
    trawl of someone cast away in a sea topped with foam
    frothing with all the concepts sown of emptiest dismay

    Was it good that it even arose?
    Now, it won’t cease I suppose
    It may never reach a repose
    What a thing to transpose

  5. 2 years ago 

    Pages yellowed with the Ages

    My eyes, at mine mind’s behest, continue a ceaseless scan,
    wearied though they’re now, being nary so inclined to blink,
    wide with fervent reverence, of my library’s immense span
    Re-reading the archives of rotting parchment and fading ink
    Words now so ancient as to seem sourced from another man

    My poetry grows stale, regurgitated and copied
    It is taking form of the forms of yesteryear’s folly
    No longer is there pain for them to properly embody

  6. Notes: 2 / 2 years ago 


    Today is so very, very cold - in mood and temperature
    Thinking of my yesterdays, they were always like that too
    I try to picture warm thoughts - a burning effigy of you
    Gauge frozen, zero lost; extraordinary becomes regular
    Eyes watering, soon weeping, bleeding out my blue

  7. Notes: 9 / 2 years ago 

    Correspondence through Time (on the matter of Obsession)

    Part I

    First, a brief, but vitally important, letter to my past self,

    so a younger me might find it and save my mental health,
    it’s to be cast, once it is ‘bottled’, as far as possibly adrift
    on the sea of time’s shifting tides amongst the cosmic rift!

    Oh, you must preserve your sight as if it were your mind,
    and protect it by refraining from your prior profuse peeking
    For though rampant curiosity is not likely to strike you blind,
    what it is that your inquisitiveness will either come to find
    is the honest, brutal revelations they have inked in keeping
    with reasons good enough for the spurring of your weeping
    or maybe you’ll discover jibes written with the malice of unkind
    motives which memories and thoughts of you are now assigned

    Ah, but curiosity! That such oft famed lethal cat enticement,
    is so very likely to call to you so very kindly that my advisement
    towards avoiding the piercing pains of an after-fact realizement
    is still ostensibly to seem as an easily dismissed forethought
    so even as you read what I resignedly write about our hindsight
    being in your state of eager foolish stupor you’ll care for naught
    You’re probably still longing after what it is you’ve so long sought

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