Wake
The ever present enemy
Overbearing and oppressively
Shadowing expectantly
As forethought always secondly
Two minds hang suspended be
Interrupting thoughtlessly
Relentless and attentively
Aressting so effectively
Contented is left restlessly
Thrashed into docility
Numbing the auxiliary
Concerning such complacency
Overwhelming this tranquillity
Resolute in the obscurity
Abstracting absurdity
With Orchestrated entropy
Worn out by pacificity
Sleep
Categories:
abstracting, conflict, depression, mental illness,
Form: Rhyme
Count thy Blessings
Count thy blessings, name them one by one
Compose thyself as pythons do on their preys
Ignite thy spirit to the rising sun
Rejoice with thy hands for points of thy being.
Compose thy songs with a theme of pure praise
Shout a Holy name thee deemed worthwhile
Wine and dine in the hollow of thy soul-
A resourceful asset for impulses,
For pints of freedom worth warm worthy toast
And radiant of clustered wings like birds.
If by chance thee spot ways to noble course
Count it to thy pride by abstracting lines.
Behold how cute to have survived the game
Count thy blessings aloud one by one.
Categories:
abstracting, anniversary, beauty, caregiving, freedom,
Form: Sonnet
A claim from me of your shadow is the attention of my own,
and when you point to mine as well we then become the same.
Should this then be justified, to move our selves to this?
I will say yes if through it we quell the line of intent those forms expel.
Does quell then lead us as if we've moved?
at last transparent in sight and in mood?
with memory to move by what attentions grasp,
and already again we start to maintain a past.
See, there is more to the abstract then memory or sex,
or leading attention to forms of the next.
Or even the lines which bring form to the scape
for the witness towards constructs of worlds where we meet.
It's more then our knowing of your memory and leadings,
and far more then the affect put forth from proceedings.
or the memory of action of you within another...
already abstracted, and unknown still abstracting.
There is more to the abstract then sound, memory, movement or sex...
or even the act of bringing our attention to the next.
Merge with me,
least we still become these shadows.
Categories:
abstracting, death, education, friendship, parody,
Form: Free verse
Girls and boys everywhere,
soaring their kites high above air
on Riverdale hill.
Everyone was smiling;
everyone was gleaming with joy
as their paper toys
from all shapes and sizes
rise beyond the clouds;
everyone except me.
I stared at the colorful blotches
that splatters and scatters the skies,
abstracting and contrasting
against the misty light blue day.
The sun’s gentle warmth
caressed the happy face runners
in their own game of tag.
While I sat by the edges of the hill,
next to a hollow tree
in the quiet brittle wind.
Categories:
abstracting, places
Form: Narrative
Random thoughts on a roulette grid, softly sifts on Dubain sands
Edge of heaven I cannot see, yet see you, I do, my bestest friend.
Keystone of bliss, you carry along; strumming softly its guitar strands
Hand in hand, cheek to cheek, glued together by Aphrodite's command
Abstracting on a distant dream, together should our family expand.
Categories:
abstracting, devotion, friendship, happiness, hope,
Form: Acrostic