Best Crystallizes Poems
In moments brief, rippled light pierces dark.
Exposing the shadowed world of desire.
Rising like a mist, a decision stark.
Whether the soul refrains, when flesh sets fire.
Between two fragile worlds that tug and haunt.
Where the sun neither sets or rises.
The measured distance from soul and flesh taunt.
The struggle for dominance crystallizes.
Like leaves drifting silent through open space.
Like a bird gliding in wondrous flight.
The soul seeks to find its final face.
When it stirs from restless human plight
To argue with reason, when emotions reign.
To release a demon, your soul to blame
8/26/15
breathe air breathless
mirror, I'm cold for you
our whisper crystallizes in
outside white; so my dark
warmed frosty wet
Invited into Her circle
of five points,one for each
of the qualities She crystallizes,
truth as fire, earth as nourishment,
body in water, lights in air, and ether as love,
in Her center a sacred thought having origin in primal purpose,
we embraced as immortals do,
mouth to ear and song to song,
mind to memory and wish to wisdom,
connecting with the ease of melody on morning's hope,
frollicing within the gamble of a galaxy grown mad from curiosity,
the path of the Prime Mover performs a pounce along our venerable vertebrae,
She widens a door which illuminates a portico,columns white marble and red veins,
tempered flames in low tremble make vigil to the death bed masks of ancestors,
who made glory a partner against multitudes of dangers,such as living without loyalty,
encouraged by Her gravitas,Her need for a hero,I stared into those vacant eyes
on the pedestals held upright by iron frames,and I heard them chant I must for Her,
made so lovely with a crown of moon glow,
I kissed this Woman's hand,heaven in my sight,
my oath to vindicate Her from profane might,
I awoke facing a mirror,believing in Her dearly,
my headgear fastened and plumed,
feathers of a hawk and eagle divinely sprout atop,
from then I only knew Her words,and a dreamy picture,
however,I trusted Her affection,I could live on Her meaning -
J.A.B.
Fire
Scorching, Danger
Blazes, Burns, Melts
Torch, Bonfire, Snowflakes, Icebergs
Crystallizes, Solidifies, Expands
Frost, Freezing
Snow
Prayer to the Stone of Sobriety
Under a purple flannel-like sheet, but not as soft;
As warm as flannel-but hotter,
I am sweating.
The flannel shroud soaks up my sweat like my liver soaks up venom
I see angry tigers approaching from the ceiling above where I lay;
Tigers coming to rip the walls of my mortal gut.
Oh, Bacchus, send your vengeful tigers away
What did I ever do to you?
The sheet protects me from sunlight, but not from myself;
Nor am I shielded from Bacchus’ tigers; and not from my sweat.
Beads of toxic perspiration roll across swollen eyelids.
I press my cracked lips firmly together as if to scream silently to scare the tigers.
A poison tiger in my body torments my heart,
Pressing its scabbed paw firmly against my veins
Each pulse of the baneful blood pushes against my forehead as the tiger roars
And Bacchus begins to laugh.
Oh, wine, Oh drink, Oh smoke and pill
Who put you in my shriveled stomach?
Who breathed you into my cancerous lung?
What did I ever do to you?
A heave of tepid vomit snaps like a leather whip through my throat!
Tigers hate the taste of vomit.
Bacchus’ hatred is repulsed by its smell.
The tigers stop with one last press upon my forehead.
The sweat-soaked purple cloth is flung back from my shaking body by an unknown woman.
The wet pile of purple sheet crystallizes on the corner of my pyre.
It solidifies, as does my resolve, to keep Bacchus and the tigers at bay.
The mound of purple quartz is tethered to my body by a cord of desperation.
Oh wine, Oh drink. You too, smoke and pill,
The blue of hope and red of blood join forces to guard me from your tiger claws.
My sobriety hangs in the balance.
It hangs around my neck like a stone
That has the weight of three large hogs.
It hangs around my neck like a young woman, not yet a noose.
Like the woman who was commissioned by ancient Greeks to keep me sober.
Oh, sober Amethyst
Like ancient Bacchus, I cry
Tears of sweat over my drunkenness
Ashamed enough to die; but I cannot
Your generous gift of recovery is free.
What did I ever do to deserve your sober generosity?
Be my stone of sobriety;
You are my receptacle of thought and habit.
Heal me, oh purple goddess.
Protect this mortal from my internal tigress
Guard me with the weight of purple stone.
Oh, stone of sobriety, heal this mortal fool.
Shinning shimmering glare
Strikes my eyes as the sun
Crystallizes your flow.
How you came about
Is still uncertain,
We may never know.
Oh mother of Earth,
Nothing is possible
If you don’t run.
Who would have thought,
A combination of 3 atoms
Is what keeps us alive?
Regardless of its form,
Solid, liquid or gas
We have it all around.
Nothing is eternal,
And just as it appeared
It can vanish at any time.
Future generations march,
Thirsty in body soul and heart
All yearning for a drop.
What will we do,
When all we have
Is oxygen and hydrogen apart?
It’s now up to you,
My reader,
I already made the ode to H2O.
-Inactive Volcano
The Seconds
[Excerpts]
(c) 2019, Anita Lerek
Section 1/4
First Generation - Before the Holocaust
Lvov, Poland 1930s. Mother, you were a Jewish girl but you were not expected to enter history. You played outside time like a star burning for trillions of years. Hands of pleasure created fire, and tossed in rags of exotic oils and sunflowers to heighten the mingling of school yard bodies barely formed. You lived inside bushes filled with chocolates, ghosts of guardians, and boys measured by swagger and expensive shoes
Your lives were handcuffed by words, set in the grammar of racial separation. But there was no one else, just you and your friends, beauty marooned in floodlit trance
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Section 3/4
The Survivors
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You lie on the beaches. You lie in the fields. You are bits of debris, tufts of life stuck together, shadows thrusting and contracting in search of embodiment
So many lost, beyond mouthing. What history removes, language cannot restore. Rather it is a burial ground, an anti-galaxy of boarded up stars. How many forms are there of nothing?
Ancestors cry out to you from pine trees and flowers, from buds and branches. You hear nothing. You seek out strangers. By touching them, you try to rouse a sleeping god of your lost civilization, to reach the boys, the sunflowers, the shadows begging to return
Your limbs touch, boxes smacking against each other, filling, releasing. You barely move. You let him have his pleasure. Then without a word, you leave, and return, to release the one valve, day after day; all others seized by horror. You never exchange names
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Section 4/4
The Second Generation
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I was of the same cloth but not the same cloth. I did not occupy the same land as you. I grieved our severed skin
I come closer now, hover at your borders. Mother, your elements are wearing down, motions slowing, your fragments crumbling
Stop, stop, stop the cycle
of trauma: its birth, hardening into splintered towers, falling apart and re-forming
Let me into love before you leave me, here in this final land
where love crystallizes
into the expansive images
that cradle me
in beds of rock,
the last images
that I send up
to mend babel’s darkness
for trillions of years
Clouds puffed all over the sky
Stars glimmer with a beautiful glow
But, something is up there and unknown
Wait a second....It's....... a fish
swimming next to the birds flying high
But...How could that happen?!
Friends here and there as they always pass by
Where tales are being told everyday
Rumors spread now and then
Yet gossips may shock some from within
But again...How could that happen?!
Today, the unexpected took place
Eyes bulged out due to more than shock
In fact, it was the unbelievable clock
Ticking beside the ear's soft surface
But again and again...How could that happen?!
Unconsciously, a friend crystallizes who she is
The way she acts, her character and personality with a tock
Suddenly, shock might be displayed as a huge bee flock
Losing the strong friendship that once marked as a scar....
This friend is a friend of mine in which I though she was indeed a true friend
A mate always there to talk to
Ready to have some fun too
Yet, she popped out of her shell, showing me what she truly beholds
I can't mention and accept what she has done
Yet, she was a lesson
She was a fable that was told
To kids with kites prepared to fold
So sad you might say
How friendship can fall apart
How it can be destroyed with words simply said
But, a person's mask has to be revealed to make sure it is.....
....safe to trust someone and become true friends.....
I am not upset,
I am not sad,
I am not mad,
But....
The unexpected took place.........
Leverage your preamble yes you almighty you
The dawn is showing with no silky waves nor satin ripples dare to stand and welcome the upcoming morning dew
There'll be no cover and no shining armour would be able to cushion that protruding permeating pulsating heat accrued
Through the true truth running into that thick, into that thin, into that mine mind of succulent bulls
Alluding to the supposed faint desperation that is not yet evident yet appearing as if its cool
Hovering, building up in the hidden bubbles of each and every unconsciousness ever brewed
Ever breathed, ever uttered, ever shouted and ever imparted to the air, the space, the wind and the full fool of pools
Waiting for the right moment for the bubbles to ballooned buffoon bloom
To burst and impacted on timed and ticked revelations of baby booms
Giving birth to pseudo-prophets claiming for, looking for, pointing at and defining to the hard embellished truth
The moment the truth defines itself and crystallizes into a physical tomb
That moment would become irrelevant to many fools who drools for tool
For being is never about becoming and becoming is a far cry from being the supposed expected true you
Amidst the enigmatic tides of time, peculiar occurrences unfold
As light withdraws, distant and aloof, leaving shadows to elongate
The sun's standstill seems to stretch eternity, casting deeper shades
Breath, once warm within the breast, crystallizes into icy blocks
Fear's scorching touch dissolves the flesh from fragile bones
In this epoch of strangeness, the valley plunges like a voracious grave
Souls descend like autumn leaves, fluttering from a withered tree
Their destiny entwined with ash's embrace, and dust's eternal slumber
The gaping yawn, a maw of hunger, akin to a ravenous beast
In this curious epoch, fear slips through the gates, a murderer of sleep
Once towering towers of prayers crumble to fragments, lost and adrift
Taking flight akin to bats fleeing from infernal flames' embrace
Judgment, akin to a patient vulture, observes and waits in the shadows
In this cryptic moment, That One stands at the door, a relentless knocker
No invitation sought, entering like a divine lord, to demand retribution
Even for debts not yet due, leaving one stripped and empty-minded
In these inexplicable times, our essence eludes illumination
No, not when anarchy ascends its throne, and sin thrives with delight
Even faith wanders like a spectral specter, seeking solace and redemption
Pleading for a stake to pierce its heart, to know some form of release
consciousness untouched for quite some time
direct caress along the eardrum
rattle rumble howl
somewhere deep in the purple shade
twisting unformed down beneath the scanning lights
searching pinning
sensors gleaming, undulating
it creeps beyond, seeking
winding further, serpent of sound
carrying a basket of frozen grapes and discarded photographs
faded, bent corners
coming apart at the edges
electric cry reverberating
pierces the heart of silence
falling into discord before
everything resolves into
march of ten thousand declinations
inclined to debate
decline to state
what found the star beneath the broken gate?
sometimes the darkness rises above
twisting into a spiral configuration with the dawn
sickness grieves over the corner of conscious corruption
with a silver spear in its eye
bleeding tears of indignation
into the soil
from which sprout dandelions dripping pus
starlight crystallizes against the eye
against ever knowing, you shield your face
raising your arm to block out the light
but it falls against your wall nonetheless
battering, grasping, finally sliding away
you hear the last pitiful plop
as truth denied falls to the ground
and you wonder
whether you want McDonalds or pizza for dinner.
Sometimes, watching the moon rise
a sensation shivers through and threatens to overwhelm
a needful expectation borne of unknown roots
laughing moon dogs dance for their dinner
shivering the black air with their satiation
sympathetic hunger pulses somewhere in the center
and the listener cannot help but think of
venison, blood, and moonlight.
Becoming is never about being
Leverage your preamble whenever you feel all mighty
For the dawn is showing its humongous appearance
With no silky waves nor satin ripples
To cushion the heat protruding permeating pulsating through and through
Into that thick, into that thin, into that flippy-floppy mind of yours
Alluding to the supposed faint desperation
That is not yet evident
And is still invisible
Hovering and building up in the everywhere hidden bubbles of
Each and every unconsciousness ever expressed
Ever breathed, ever uttered, ever shouted and ever imparted
To the air, the space, the wind and the in between
Waiting for the right moment
For the bubbles to ballooned up
To burst and impacted on timed and ticked revelations
Giving birth to pseudo-prophets claiming for
Looking for, pointing at and defining to
The truth
The moment the truth defines itself
And crystallizes into a physical manifestation
That moment would become irrelevant to many
For being is never about becoming
And becoming is a far cry from actually being
My heart has gone on a wild frenzy.
Love makes you leave all the tensions behind.
It makes You enjoy and go crazy, it lives on.
In love, the heart becomes a beggar,
Heart & soul asks for the good will from others, it lives on,
Don't pamper the heart everyday,
Love has a happy impact,
Start loving Yourself first.
You know everything about the world.
But You are unaware of Your own real love,
Take care of Yourself too.
Tear down the walls, make an outcry,
In the fun-filled love, You sleep and You awake,
She is doing as she desires and
She is not caring about how the world percieves it.
The snow glows white on the mountain tonight,
Not a footprint to be seen,
A kingdom of isolation,
And it looks like,
she is the queen.
The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside,
Couldn't keep it in,
Heaven knows she tried,
Don't let them in,
Don't let them see,
Be the good girl you always have to be,
Conceal, don't feel,
Don't let them know,
Well, now they know,
It's funny how some distance,
Makes everything seem small.
And the fears that once controlled me,
Can't get to me at all.
I am one with the wind and sky,
You'll never see me cry.
Here I stand and here I'll stay,
Let the storm rage on.
My power flurries through the air into the ground,
My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around,
And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast,
I'm never going back,
The past is in the past,
And I'll rise like the break of dawn,
That perfect girl is gone.
Here I stand in the light of day,
Let the storm rage on.
The cold never bothered me anyway.
You are air, water and fire,
You are a betrayal, a donor and a stain.
Whatever You wish for, You become.
In my Heart,God pure love stays.
My God is never separated from me.
When I find myself, I find Him
By Miss Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
feeling his eyes on the part of my hair,
the cold ice blue,
chilling every feeling i'll ever have for him.
the stare crystallizes what will never be between us.
he could call me his dirty little pretty,
brushing fingers across my stomach,
brushing his mouth against my lips.
and none of it will mean a thing.
a ribbon in a mine field,
one that isnt composed of flesh and veins.
and those eyes tell it all.
i wish that i could know, still,
to have it written in ink,
or better yet,
blood or cum.
that he could never want me,
that its not even about me.
and maybe i could look at him again,
eyes resting on me for different reasons.
over tequila shots,
joints being passed around,
i might immortalize the words.
that i love him.
and i want him to love me the way he loves his boyfriend.
day's mind thinks for all
night crystallizes to self
though mind's for many