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Zammy Ickler Poem
Sheets of nimbus cumulus, a damaging blue gathering colour mix
A grey filler sky as no birds seem to waver within a angered skyline
Beyond ahead, is spects of glass, artistic flakes choosing its place to stay?
Whitest shine of frozen water float in a reserve flight of upwards
Swifting in a promising dance to make it to the gracious dance below.
Dancing in the air circulating, making the coldest love happen.
These sudden blankets is now pelted, smashing agravating until scarf white.
No sight to see! No sight to be with frozen nimbs to climb through the flakes.
Walk through the ocean of white which is making compound on the ground happen,
togetherness family no colour, Little children delightly tongueing and stealing a little
The no taste of a source of water ala natural, smiles and activities ensue,
Sled down with dampery of heavy clothes, the ski, the snowmobile hummer, the extreme of board.
Newest winter does Old mother mature gift us, its sweet sorrow cold,
Its pantomime of beauty to lands so smileing for a cold sleep.
Copyright © Zammy Ickler | Year Posted 2014
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In this very hour when time feels still faint
My heart pours out such a resistant tuning, a dullness so vague
Hiding behind a potential breaking point not welcomed
Staring at this eletronic machine where feelings trident inside me
"forget about me, I can't handle it anymore"
Why should this single friendship drown away in anger, in lost hope?
On the recieving end of missing this piece of hers, left and disgarded
Such beauty shined between the two of us in a comforting way
A comprehension between two friends that was assumed would never be bled
Never to let go and to never vanish the sight
But in the end of such decisions, only one single option still stood in the dust of
Never but the other gave the shot of the gun, to take and release
You meaned more then what god gave me for a life, the best of any friendship in the world
A difficult transition between event to daily event, with you not being on the end to care
I'll try to care better, to move on from this empty space
A unfair reality without your smile for miles.
I'll never forget the reason why I cherished you
and the reasons behind every bit of a smile I presented back to you.
Trickle in rain my eyes will do but in acceptance this hurts worse then god.
Copyright © Zammy Ickler | Year Posted 2014
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When the belltole of 3am hits the air
the vibration, rings out like despair-yelling.
and the feeling of calm decays into nigh- into nigh
when it no longer stays the grey, light is killed to dark
this wave of care disappears so slowly, time freeze
even though i've said the famous "I'll be okay"
body feels like quicksand has swallowed it whole, I suppose
too difficult to weave arms and toss legs
the numbing begins,
Opening Pandora box in an erratic vocal matter
a friendly ear to venture all the clutter and chatter-empathy
and the feelings of emptiness heists into high- into high
dig deeper into the past's parade, a kid hollow in pain
raped by evil in the form of humans, oh why
Into adult years I've said that cliche "thrown to the wolves"
This barren waste I've called my heart is toxic, so ataxic
over tiresome to let people into my walls entrance
the deadening begins,
Now the push to end the pain begins at the morning
When the words "I think of you as a friend" kills me- dampening
and the feelings of reality drain into my mind- my mind,
The part to moveing on, is there is no moving of the middle organ
this mind feels like sighing like a wave pushing rocks, I propose
too ridden to throw my thoughts to dry paper and over-inked quills.
the life begins,
without you
Copyright © Zammy Ickler | Year Posted 2017
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Elude the overcasting, for it's pale complete
The imprudent numbness frequent desperately
But besides a sample frailing without account
It is the conclusion that above a feeling abound
Within confide opress, a scale so height one thousand feats
Even a populated numb can't pursue your tallest stand
So inhale deepest the conscience notice, for once its own
A white tinged clarity so clear and post refined
It is now a truth inscision, spotlight of your whole
Awake a familiar essence once spilt and thoroughly dry
Dependence for pieces combined, not numbed nor excessive
Equal the dual sided heart tragic and partial bliss
You own only yourself, a self imbalancement fought for
A beauty and natural fracture, as what most beings are
Still strive to pose what human self you can accomplish
What humans most can achieve
Copyright © Zammy Ickler | Year Posted 2016
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Zammy Ickler Poem
Reach out!
Before your life beats you down.
Reach in!
Don’t sit their in quiet.
You have all you can to give!
everydays a step forward.
A progression no less to live!
One truth to be toward!
And its always there, minding!
Speak up!
Let your own voice diminish the screaming crush
Speak loud!
You have all you can to be proud
Everyday, you have the choices to make
Definition to the story!
One belief to have for own your sake.
Something that is your own glory
And its always there, hiding!
Face up!
Sadness is something not an option.
Face now!
Forget today, its all imagination.
Everyone has a chance to create themselves
The power to face all that is against
Your an artist canvas, reep and dwell
Make the world yours commence!
And its always there, shinging!
Copyright © Zammy Ickler | Year Posted 2011
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endless needles whisper ignited damnation
slaughtered under brightest stars of desirable defeat
defound thy gripe,moan of lifeless faults
repentive to sane salvage,refuse the sanity one own beheld
prone and self contended,tonight and again clouds infidel with vibrant devilcast
foilated against luminous display,thy fed less shards of faith
tranquil mirror sink through the pane and fall a finite forced to please to jagged mourning.
striving and misting in a language of thy path
each shattered piece devour a piece of place
each piece confuse a childhood visionary
sadism gas ove over confined depression
settle angst with mixed lonely tears
depurify
epidemic wast thy living on the shaded crust
water liquidizing developing upon a cup "famined damned"
arsenic pseudoes faith,young youth demise to the other side of the moon's siren
emotion amplify reality recogning into the breathless nightmare
disgraced by god,fallen to a nether which blossoms thy intramurl echo
thy rest infinityly with the fallen and blaze the progression of further soul...
Copyright © Zammy Ickler | Year Posted 2017
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Unmeasured shade correct the unfrozen
Eyes so burn with each natural die
Relic of pieces tremble drops unbroken
Tread with pasts in next hour's cries
Pedaling against the dull silent nothing
Life's showing brighter desolate
Deeply blamed for soulless bluffing
The liberties control the drawn isolate
Shine within the flesh calamic
None the grieving frail unseen
Acceptance shake uncontrollable dynamic
No choosing social and mislay believed
Enter redemption how confirmed
This prison applause weak ploys
I left upon but now its determined
And I am fain to joy
Walk along the six darkened fallen
Each flow obey the calling flame
Lost the theft of working sullen
and again emotions is renamed
Copyright © Zammy Ickler | Year Posted 2017
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Zammy Ickler Poem
You might think this is a trail of weakness from my mind
A systematic defeat crawling on lines.
I just have this feeling that it is me versus this gigantic world
Breathing heavily from exhausted hope and delicate foretolds.
Just sitting silently knowing not to be self centered
When everyday passes like an empty no other
Endeavor to keep climbing since my path is called “strife”
This great divide from happiness and clarity of life
Its easy to become familiar with telling people how to’s and self aware
When simplistically we are all unable to believe our own affairs
Why can’t I just feel away this struggle, this defenseless heap
I’m jealous beyond thought that you’ve found a way, a faith to leap
Just patiently sitting here, silence to the bold.
Silence is the great divide.
Copyright © Zammy Ickler | Year Posted 2011
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weep inside of time's futility
correctly abandoned my brilliant failure
slowly bleach the vines so further pure
reach the rivers outside the withered cure
bathe a thoughtless lies upon inked black
within the havoc-ed patterns the rotten fly
crown the ruby life so fooly sown
crimson confessions brightly bloom
the highest clouds bronzed with day glow eyes
plagues so splendid this haggard dire
relentless deceptive inflicting fires
all era's creations unknown to waters dine
volcanoes deep glisten this earth still grows
destiny it clings to the dreams that bear
drawing of the thinning of salt the screams so sincere
above the dust patiently wars seddle a midst colored skin
cancer and famine the governmental star faintly creeps
lands beneath the barren heaven already crawl
armies of new destruction begin the mother's fall
human dependent sway to wasteful ivy
all hands to all skies we frightly still
heavenly vision the angels depart for bliss
humanity quietly mistake towards sins
trial of tears the oceans tremble and jostle
the jaws intently widen and engulf most whole
Why should we maturely wait?
to death's scenes it creates
as the new Armageddon intimidate the limbs
the land the waters the air the skys turn mightly red so then we finally died
and mother earth..bastardized
Copyright © Zammy Ickler | Year Posted 2017
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Maybe,
That I’m possibly those things you spew at me in the form of words
That I’m bitter and incomprehensible, no sense of what I’m accountable.
That I just can’t wrap around my head this heart that beats is already dead.
Maybe I’m just the first fool you met that really is not alive.
Maybe,
That my opinion on life isn’t as positive as your very own.
That I’m cold and fake, no sense of what is at stake.
That I seem to have a lack of emotion to care about others.
Maybe I’m just self centered enough to see the truth in my situation.
Maybe,
That my hope to strive on is no longer necessary or revived.
That I’m an absolute fool and immature, no common courtesy to endure.
That I seem to complain out that which I seem to refuse to have.
Maybe I’m a paradox in disguise, a shadow in some form of night light.
Maybe I am just a bad person after all?
Copyright © Zammy Ickler | Year Posted 2011
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