Best Introspectionsnow Poems
The Cannabis Queen
Rides her Snow Chariot
A glass shard still remains in his heart
And his heart still remains ice.
This is his true state of existence.
He worships the Queen,
Because now, all is pure,
White and still.
He kisses the back of her palm
In deep submission
She smiles and takes him to her lap
And together they ride the snow filled country side.
Here, there is only love,
Only acceptance,
Redemption and forgiveness.
Together they merge into the fog,
Their silhouettes lost in a holy blur.
In a cold secret chamber,
The maid and the drunkard make love.
She kisses him not,
For his mouth reeks of wine.
N yet she clasps to him and does not let go.
There is,
Such passion,
Such want,
That nothing stops her from having him.
And as she moves rhythmically on top of him
She looks into his eyes
Where the power of wine
The power of an ******
The power of a sleepless night
Blur into a holy blur.
In a place called Xibalba
Through which the dead pass
From the confinement called life
To the liberation called death
One soul readies to take the plunge,
To come to terms,
To be one with the eternal.
In one cosmic leap, the soul
Splits into a million tiny pieces,
Of its many laughs
Of its many cries
Of its many loves and hatreds
And its each tiny emotion
Each tiny memory
That came to be in its journey through life,
Becomes a star,
Studding the eternal silver sky,
And transforming it into a holy visual blur.
WISHING FOR SNOW
Once upon a time,
A long time ago,
A little boy stood by a window,
Wishing for snow.
Somehow the snow, soft and silent,
Makes everything seem new again.
Snow covers not only the ground,
Sometimes it can cover your pain.
But that day there was no snow,
Just pounding, incessant rain.
No snow to cover the ground,
No snow to cover the pain.
That boy is now a man,
And just as years ago,
He is looking out a window,
Hoping it will snow.
You can can make a man out of a boy,
But there's still a boy within,
A boy who feels like things are new,
When snow covers everything again.
Houses and cars and yards and streets,
The mountains and the plains,
Still it's true though he doesn't know why,
Snows somehow covers the pain.
Wounded Healer
Submitted 8/27/09
Written 9/17/08
The relentless north wind
blew in the first snow this morning.
As I felt each flake
ting and burn against my cheek,
I was torn between
the bitter and the sweet
of long ago.
Memories of cold, lonely winters
bound into my depression
by the overpowering darkness,
and memories of sledding,
gliding through the frigid air,
friends all around
not a care in the world,
except when the next snow day would come.
But today is another day,
marked with cold indifference,
to the weather,
to life,
to everything,
as I stand in the bitter wind,
just trying
to keep my cigarette lit.
VISUAL BLUR
The Cannabis Queen
Rides her Snow Chariot
A glass shard still remains in his heart
And his heart still remains ice.
This is his true state of existence.
He worships the Queen,
Because now, all is pure,
White and still.
He kisses the back of her palm
In deep submission
She smiles and takes him to her lap
And together they ride the snow filled country side.
Here, there is only love,
Only acceptance,
Redemption and forgiveness.
Together they merge into the fog,
Their silhouettes lost in a holy blur.
In a cold secret chamber,
The maid and the drunkard make love.
She kisses him not,
For his mouth reeks of wine.
N yet she clasps to him and does not let go.
There is,
Such passion,
Such want,
That nothing stops her from having him.
And as she moves rhythmically on top of him
She looks into his eyes
Where the power of wine
The power of an ******
The power of a sleepless night
Blur into a holy blur.
In a place called Xibalba
Through which the dead pass
From the confinement called life
To the liberation called death
One soul readies to take the plunge,
To come to terms,
To be one with the eternal.
In one cosmic leap, the soul
Splits into a million tiny pieces,
Of its many laughs
Of its many cries
Of its many loves and hatreds
And its each tiny emotion
Each tiny memory
That came to be in its journey through life,
Becomes a star,
Studding the eternal silver sky,
And transforming it into a holy visual blur.