Poets

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Our alabaster well
Into which we all drain
Splitting open
And spilling into a greater voyage

Our voices
All swarm for the same motive
Drawn to the warmth afar
Inside of our distant and longing kin

Dare to send them off
Like blind muzzle fire into the night
Sprawling its inferno
Resonating and burning
Centuries, beyond us all

Tune out the universe
And lead by the edge of your quill
Commanding the words, to fall in line
And inspiring the winded, to carry on brazen!

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Rationed Loneliness (My first attempt at rhyming )

In blessed gloom
I stowed away
My quiet vessel
Where I toil and fray

The dreary open
Surrounds, and pummels my agony
Wretchedly marooned
Rotting and enslaved by atrophy

This solitude Ive earned
Swallows, the fabric of brotherhood
Crafting my comfort in emptiness
Conditioned, to be blissfully misunderstood

I ration this loneliness
Treasuring its deathly bloom
Where I speak softly, of my worldly ills
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All That I Want

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I will not pardon these thoughts
That linger, safe within me
The shadow she has cast
And the fragrance she exudes
Tarnishes my fear
And stirs to life my better half

She is the comfort
I reach for in fog of night
The name i cry out
In elation and despair

Our interwoven thoughts
Are a beacon of solidarity
Chaperoning the like minded
To a safer place to hide

And i dream
Of when, and where
To pluck from the branches
The fruits of a lover’s toil

Leaning against the bark, whole and content
To nestle against her warmth
No longer shaken by fear

 

What i mean to say is ive grown quite fond of you. You know who you are…

 

Part IV: The White Rose

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This is the final installment and the longest in the series. It is probably the longest poem i have ever written.

Advance, through the rays powerful majesty
This patriarch, favors my cold feeble being
Arise, arise! The occasion boiling deep inside
This day, redemption is most triumphant
Shimmering atop the highest pillar
Gracing the walls of my room
Trumpets, blaring for the distant dreamer
Laying silent, as earth genuflects before the sun
Humble and subservient world
Acknowledging his eternal reign
He casts his spell, unlocking my sweet desires
Love! The muse I have held so sacred
She consoles me in my most foolish age
Coddling me  through cold nightly sweats
Tears shed, as I arose to find no one
Solace, is never one to disappoint

My queen resides in the most tranquil pastures
Rejuvenated from her baptism by ice
Brimming with insight, wisdom beyond my years
Her bountiful haul, may spill out onto me
Instilling beauty in its purest form
A sound heart, a solid mind!
Their inquisitive residents, infiltrate my soul
To the idle rose, her fair petals smirking
My wandering eyes, fixated on you

Glory to the wild lotus
Her mysteries roam this earth aimlessly
In pursuit, snatching at their fluttering wings
Swallowed whole by amazement, as they took to the skies
Consumed by the glowing mane of Apollo
This day is reminiscent of my first sight
Of an exuberant flower, raised by the shore
Captivated by her hypnotic fragrance
Proclaiming my allegiance to her and her alone

My limbs quiver at the blooming of crimson oleanders
I let my mind be intoxicated by pure ecstasy
Every nerve in my body, shouts to high heaven
Her all knowing , devilish grin on a constant loop in my thoughts
Holding me hostage until the call of morning light

Through winter storm, sure is the comfort of spring
Her warm laughter, echoing through the trees
Awaiting her arrival, I bear the brunt of hail storms
Unwavering misery, crashing into my fortress
The fuchsia mistress has broken free
Offering herself to the starved travelers
Exhausted from the unrelenting journey
They take my place at the mouth of the roaring sea
Witnesses, to the spectacle of the awful magnolia
Spewing forth her toxic venom
Showering docile creatures, corrupting their innocence
Traumatized as I watched the smoke climb higher and higher
Wrapping itself around their souls, their cheerful cries
As they all scramble towards the apex
Since, I have let these wounds scab over
No longer slaving for my bleak state of mind
Forgiveness, a gift I dish out with alacrity
Vengeance, shall drown without relevance

Star of the west!
Fully grown, recovered from her evil past
She speaks of new treasures, all of them laying in wait
Rewards for my generous, tender deeds
Heroism that cannot be matched
Works worthy of heavenly recognition
She falls to her knees, overcome by bliss
Inviting me in, to whisk away her aching core

Together we descend into unknown caverns
Each fearful step, setting my heart back a thousand paces
I place faith before vital rationality
Only for you, my crown jewel of obsession
Driving me toward this unspeakable bounty
Strength in numbers beyond my capacity
The sudden isolation, tears through my morale
A drop in my stomach, as the white rose grew stoic and wise
Before the golden chamber, fire and rock danced maddened
Calling out to me , retreat! retreat!
A final warning  before detonation
Shoveling rock and soil all around as she quaked with rage
I fire back, my desperate and weakened counter offensive
A hopeless stall, shattered by her relentless fury
Clung to the fraying coat tails, as I was dragged across the crumbling earth
An instant, the tenacity of my grip gives way
Buried alive, confined between stone and hell fire

Desperation spills from the corners of my eyes
In search of her divine, healing grasp
She no longer pulls me through to the light
Her drug has carted off my soul
Locked him away with foul and servile thoughts
The deity is gone…..
Abandonment floods out my racing heart
One last time, I will reflect into the cosmic wilderness
The visions all too painful, resurrecting her tarnished memory
There is, nothing left to salvage

I reap the consequences of a clouded mind
Battle weary, fatigued on these winding roads home
Menacing weather, the ivory zeppelins burn black
Barking their cold judgment, flashing harsh revelations
They reduce me into a sniveling juvenile

Dig in for the coming onslaught
For the terrible adversary, resurrected by foolish day dreams
Ive slaved, until my ligaments all screamed
Bathed in sweat, toiling at flawless fantasies
Even in the deathly glare of misfortune
I still yearn to steal away our most sublime past
All of the fine moments, glowing upon the alter in my mind
I will lock them away in my sanctuary
Forever secure from the plotting hands of doubt
Never again, will they see gold and blue skies

The abomination I have crafted rose to his heels
His fingers burrowed deep into my chest cavity
Crushing his humble origins
The beast rocked with pleasure
As my body stained the marble floor
Oh the bloodshed!, spewing violent from the gaping wound
Life’s colors fleeing, leaving me dormant and alone

A resounding no I shout to the hungry reaper!
Infuriated, awakened, betrayed!
I must and I will reconquer my solitude!
As the sun sets on this day of infamy
Drenching the land in blood, the carnage wailing for justice
I gather the shattered fragments of my spirit
Assemble an arsenal, envy of roman hordes
May this oath echo through the depths of my psyche
“Trust, a gift shared only with those worthy
No mercy for conspirators!
There foul and wretched deeds
Will soon bury them alive in unforgiving heartache!
When all that is good, and all that is evil fade
I shall cling tight to this psalm
Passionately waging war with the embodiment of my despite”
Because of her seduction, her decadent ways
I can no longer the joy bubbling deep inside
As col rain drops claim me with their sweetest kiss
I can no longer cry out in grief
As I watch children be stolen from the mother’s arms
Murdered before their relatives in cold blood
Empathy, grows tiresome and old
To be without pleasure, without suffrage
Paints a desolate world of black and gray
In which I will forever reside
A revelation stirs in the wind
The faults of the white rose, scurrying hungrily for the light
The earth will gasp, their oxygen stolen at first sight
Stones escape clenched fists
Forever branding her a cursed harlot

Exploding within is peace restored
Freedom! Freedom!! Freedom!!!
I jump screaming, proclaiming this exhilaration
Liberation thickens the air, its fragrance singing all around
Reclaiming my consciousness, from the rigid clutches of captivity
Im still alive! Life’s vast wonders are before me magnified
Im still alive! A jubilant cry shattering my past bondage
Melting away before the loyal morning sun
The lionheart has returned
The symphony of lights glorify him
His most promising dawn shimmering
Bestowing foresight to his true one and only

Part III: The Pink Magnolia

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The wind howls his tearful eulogy
Pardoning the comfort of summer eves
Their twinkling lights, fade to black in the dead of night
Unleashed a storm, assembled by his awful grief
Haunting me forever more, with their swift departure
The frost all gathered in prayer on my windowsill
Wishing the lost well, seeing them to the other side
Calling my focus, toward a greater awakening
My harsh and profound realization
A resilient heart, bustled with excitement
Sprang head first the cruel relentless ice
No longer subject to the tyranny of winter
The lone magnolia, spite lurked behind her treacherous grin
She hoisted her pink flag high, crying out for her decrepit comrades
Scheming thoughts crept across her face, as she drew their hellish swarm
Vermin fled from darkness, spoiling every fond memory of our affair
Their hands worked in unison, choking the life out of her potent fragrance
From afar, I cringe at the unsightly thought of betrayal

Face down, washed away by the almighty waves
Glamoring at our explosive constellations
Their sparks engulfing the evergreens
Consciousness is demanding, my body assimilates
Braced myself, for this fall from glory
Shattered fragments, by the earths rigid fists

Crystals still fell from the sky
As the magnolia rocked back and forth
She threw herself into a fiery oblivion
In search of the open door, leading her to euphoria
I soon followed, fearful of the demise of my queen
She fired her insults back, as we tumbled together
A forceful kick, my spirit  plummets into the flames
My searing hot flesh, bubbling and tearing
Laughter stings from above, echoing about her shadowy domain
She landed before me feet first, banished this hopeless romantic to stay with his darkest fears
Out into frigid night, my head tilted back
The trees began starring back at me
Taking my mind on a voyage in time
To the overgrowth we confined to the soil with our blessings
Our towering proud, professed love
They greet the heavens with our message
One by one  these messengers toppled over
Crashed upon rock, splinters and all
Their painful scowls, wailing oak
These ghost linger on in the depths of my nightmares

Face down, washed away by the almighty waves
Glamoring at the highest branch
Our gigantic, impregnable hideaway
The domicile lays, defeated and undisturbed
Our playful coos, have all slipped away

It was then, a miracle took place
Life, restoring the fallen to their might
Taking place before my waterfall eyes
My heart fluttered a thousand times
Brought back to his youth, as the trees all swayed in celebration
I make the final dash, the ice retreating wherever I tread
An astonishing discovery, shuts my burning eyes
Taking flight, as my darling magnolia sang her bone chilling serenade
A melody that will accompany me to my final resting place
A new era we call forgiveness
The bells all rang through the dense forest
Spilling out into the lowest valleys, holding every creature hostage
The pacific, still overjoyed swallowed whole this news
Spewing it back at me, the ocean remained nonchalant
His warning of the awful behemoth, I foolishly cast aside
My queen cried out to me, luring me with fuchsia gems
I fell to my knees once more, captivated by the return of summer twilight
“This time i’ll drag you down”, pulled her away to my sacred hiding place
I curse all previous doubts, nightmares of your new source of tranquility
My great awakening, vanished with out a trace

Part II: The Red Oleander

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Bear with me, i was three years younger when i wrote this.

The sun explodes across ebony skies
The night buried alive by his salutations
Showering his gifts, his unwavering adoration
Loyal subjects, they arise to Apollo’s blessing
Breaking out of their frozen tombs
I awoke to the call of father time
His fife playing, in unison with the steady drums
I Jumped up, Sprinted for the coast
Scoured the tall grass for my budding siren
I recall the summer past, and her glorious exploits
Our romance crowning, screaming into this world
Shades of blue, I quiver at the sight
Falling water, revives our first kiss
Shooting stars, my smile creeps through
I hold onto to these treasures for dear life
Giddy and overjoyed, these feelings expire
Shock leaves my body rigid, what do I see?
Standing high above the tallest blades
Her petals gleam crimson, warding off starved adversary
This new form, a curse in disguise

Snatched me by the collar, she recognized my soul
My advances once futile, branded the hopeless romantic
As the seasons changed, my sweetest serenades still resonate
Deep inside her conflicted mind, body, and soul
Her heart, fully engulfed in flames
The spark in her eyes, reveals her wicked desires
She forced me past the open door
My body coveted, floating in sheer ecstasy
I collapsed in her darkest corridor
Hidden away from the vile earth
Her walls set a blaze, beating back the curious onlookers

Bound to the floor, her poison dragged me away
Through the labyrinth, complex twists and curves
Helpless I lay, her scarlet gown mesmerizing
This masterpiece is haunting
This masterpiece inspires me
Metamorphosis,into the terrible dragon
The screaming Medusa, that dwells in my darkest night terrors
Her notions all sick, outlandish and perverse
Professing her nightly comforts
All secrets, abandon divine embrace
Confess! Confess!
She convulsed and moaned
Tearing away at my scorched flesh
My entire being rocked, eyelids locked tight
Do not let up! Do not let up!
The intense satisfaction, pain and ecstasy
Bursting into fiery shards at collision

Like golden leaves in the autumn breeze….
The calm settles, this haven falls silent
Locked into our gaze
Her eyes, rubies to die for
A window to her smoldering heart
Riddled with sin, her cancerous scandals
I begged for the answers
She turned away, cutting off all insight
Her swift and sharp demand, for my departure
Cuts away at the mighty every green, our hands cultivated
Leaning, creaking, closer to the bitter end

Out in the frigid storm
The choir sounding the requiem
My Instincts warn me, tragedy lay ahead
I march, my head bound to the frost bitten concrete
Ignorant to the warning signs, alarms blaring through my mind
The thoughts are jolting back and forth
Frightened at what is to come
They fade into the back, as I climb into my den
Sulking, recuperating from this venomous flora

Part I: The Blue Lotus

Today i came across a manuscript i wrote back in December of 2010. Back then i was working on a poetic epic and it turned into a pile of mush. However I still keep the manuscript in a chest underneath my bed, so that one day i may flip through it and reminisce. I want to share with you all the first four poems of this epic, for which i do not have a title.. In them i recall an unhealthy relationship and how it slowly unraveled in each stage that named after flowers. Note these poems are pretty lengthy so if you have a short attention span, then this may not be for you. (Also i think you’re kind of a weenie! Just kidding) I put my heart and soul into these words, while i slaved away at them i became a shut in and didn’t see my friends for weeks! I truly regret wasting all of that time..

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Truly amazing
The lone flower, stirs on this eve
Her petals were the deepest blue
Envy of glorious skies
The moon’s rays marveling, pondering her exuberance
Her perfect sway in the soothing breeze
Gliding forth, whispered for just one dance

Our waltz is a fine spectacle
Flawless motions, grasp curious ghosts
Grinning ear to ear, their eyes precious gems
Savoring every glistening drop

I relinquish my quivering palms
Hand in hand to the cheering pacific
Tiny grains of sand, sparkling within moon light
Each step of the way, my spine quakes
At a loss for words as she dragged me to the depths
Submerged, over taken by everlasting inspiration
At one with diverse fauna
Their vast and exotic shades
Fuel for the fire the burns passionately within
I pursued her exquisite frame
Lead to infinite bounty, true luxury

Our waltz is a fine spectacle
Flawless motions, halt nature’s plans
Beaming ear to ear, mother changed the course
Savoring our new born infatuation

Swirling about the ocean floor
Our horrors fled to the surface
Left us here to reap each others treasures
With affection in her eyes, she set me down
Expressing past anguish
Her desire, to watch the earth in slow motion

Our waltz is a fine spectacle
The guardians were fast asleep
Basking in this serene night, temptations pestering
For now, we’ll savor this platonic love

I emerged breathless
Eyes tightly knit
Seduction, lust, clinging at my waste
“I fear ive fallen for you
As a hostage to past lovers”
One motion, the chains lay mangled
A spirit set free, sprinting toward water’s edge
She took my wrist, pulled me into her sapphire gaze
Under her command, our lips collided
Swiveling motions grind to a halt
With one wag of her finger, the lotus was gone
I fell to my face, bones fragile glass
Constellations explode with jubilation
Triumphant, deafening, and deep

Head high, shoulders reared back
I scream to the heavens, grateful
My thunderous gratitude, casts trembling doubt back to shadows
At my soft spot to fall, obedient to the night sky
Changing colors with every explosive star
Burrowed in deep, wrapped the covers tight
reminiscing on my beloved  blue lotus

Accursed Reluctance

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She holds back with splendid reluctance
Ever so slightly, spending her glances upon me
I too, remained kept in silence
Warding off my most primal urges
Favoring this new found infatuation

A stunning spectacle
Swayed with perfect execution
Her glances, chiming for my company
Chaperoned by a sensual, captivating grin
And far too soon
Energized by my foolish reluctance
My prized visual has fled from sight
Taken up by the winding concrete
Full on its own contempt
All carefully accented, with a sarcastic monotone

After her I tumbled with vigor
Driven to a new hope
Heaven bound and drunk on forgiveness
To heal once again, in the presence of adoration
Yet scathed I relent
Held off by a mounting and tiresome distance

Her flawless persona
Meshes and interweaves with the bland and blank
Squandered upon the other side
All for the liking, of a spiteful wretch
All for her status quot, embellished by luxury

Here’s to another poem about “the one that got away”. Cheers! 🙂 I’m starting to realize a trend in the type of girls i am attracted to. Tall, curvy, brunette, curly hair, glasses and varying in skin tone. (I do not discriminate in that regard at least.) Also, this poem is featured in my book “Guardian of the Inkwell: A Collection of Ramblings of the Poetic Persuasion” IT’S FREE!  https://itunes.apple.com/ie/book/guardian-of-the-inkwell/id584542847?mt=11

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Stillborn Thoughts

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These vast arrays of thoughts
Boil halfway within my skull
Darting, lively through my limbs
To cool and subside
Underneath my docile fingertips

These stillborn thoughts
Plague the lofty heart in me
Coming to pass
Within the lush hallow of my cranium
And then vanish in an instant
Taken from me,
As the pride my mother once instilled

Do I dare recover?
Pry into the mystic haze
And brandish the unwanted
The undercooked
The limp and dormant
My warmth to relish in, for just the moment

Or do I despair?
Recede as my mother wishes
And reach for what is closest and tame

Im sorry, im drawing a blank tonight. I was going to write a poem about a sniper’s last stand at the end of the Spanish civil war but i doubted myself.. I was going to write about hurdling toward the ground in plain crash, but i doubted myself.. I was going to write how my parents don’t value my craft and believe i should pursue something that will make me rich, but i doubted myself and i don’t have the stomach to say what i really want to say. I keep thinking “What if the moment i finish writing this, both of my parents suddenly dropped dead.. How would i feel then?”. If you cant tell by now, i’m having one of my mood swings which will soon evolve into a full blown anxiety attack. Id better buckle up.

The Death March

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Death,
Drones on and on above
Spanning the great sky
And roaring its creed of devastation

The cities, all howl in despair
As the winged beasts trudge on
Pummeling the jagged lives below

And the fury of hellfire,
lashes forth!
Dashing through the serpent streets
Consuming, and pillaging
Hungering  and ravaging

By the quiet of dawn
Blood lust evaporates
Leaving its trail of carnage
Charred and smoldering
Stripped of its homely spirit

Yet death,
Drones on and on above
Spanning the great sky
Pistons humming and lurking