Bones Poems

I am alone, with silence biting deep into my bones

I am alone, with silence biting deep into my bones,
It's not pure quiet, but a sharp stir, a void that gnaws at me,
It digs a dwelling in the marrow of my being, and I wonder,
Am I condemned to walk forever on dark paths,
With darkness as my only companion, an echo in the night?
The future flickers,

Autumn TSF

Autumn (TSF)

Autumn`s
Beauty
In leaves,
Saffron 
Tinted
Flying
In space

Air crisp
With winds
Earth scent
Rancid
With fruits
Fallen 
Apace

Symbol
Of age
Grey hair
Wrinkles
Weak bones
Life`s speed 
Low gear

Nature`s
Cycle
Sweet sour
Lesson
Of life
No ground
To fear.

The Bare Bones

If my head bone's connected to the...neck bone,

And my neck bone's connected to the...rib bone,

And my rib bone's connected to the...back bone,

And my back bone's connected to the...hip bone,

And my hip bone's connected to the...thigh bone,

And my thigh bone's connected to the...knee bone,

And my knee bone's connected to the...shin bone,

And my shin bone's connected to

The Dragon Weeping in her Bones

They say happiness is a flame,
brief as a match struck in rain.
I held it once—
a home, two sons,
a husband who smiled like promise.

Until his arms curled elsewhere.
Until his mouth tasted betrayal.
Until I learned beauty
was something I could not hold
no matter how tightly I bled.

The dragon woke in me that night.
Not scaled, not winged,
but clawed in

Skull and Bones

It was a somber afternoon in New Haven,
Where silence echoed louder than sound.
The towers of Yale loomed like sentinels—
We, the chosen, gathered without a word.

Not boys. Not even men.
But vessels of an ancient pact.
Born with the signet of the old world
Marked not by blood, but by frequency.

To Lake Whitney we marched at 13:13,
Numbers sacred, aligned

In vanity

In vanity, we inquire into the empty heavens 
And witness only birds hunting
In vanity, we dive into the sea and the earth 
And discover just bones rotting
In vanity, we read the writings of the learned
And find their footsteps decaying

Within you, behind all the clothing of words
Look, and behold the eternal tree of knowledge
Whose fruits are mankind's untainted ideas 
And

when no water

  coffee
 
       from stale flask

                        itchy armpits 
                

A night at a graveyard

A gossamer hung on the graveyard's gate.
A spider clung to steel, consuming its meal.
It had no need to know dinner was served late,
Nor sensed ghostly keels the summer winds conceal.

The owls flew on, unperturbed by midnight's scare,
That made dead men howl silently in each grave,
Fresh ghosts were blown toward the gate in despair,
The gate creaked

Bones Remain Alive

Loitering around at the expense
of my parents back, 
I too wish to be at the resemblance 
of hardworking thumbs, 
those same fingers that sewed 
the futile grounds back home, 

my mother’s yuca farm, 
my father's dying crops, 
dance taking their final 
waltz with the tumble-
weeds in direction 
where my ancestors 
sleep while their bones 
continue

The House

The white shades pulled to half mast, 
like sleepy eyes…
Peeking

Rain from the gutters rushing fast, 
Seems to be…
Weeping

Doors locked, none shall pass, 
All your secrets…
  Keeping

A revelation at last, 
 buried bones that were…
Sleeping

A light flickers on,  a gasp,
Starts your heart…
Beating

The souls you've amassed,
 ghosts through rooms…
Creeping

In a dream universe, my fragile bones yearn to become

In a dream universe, my fragile bones yearn to become
A parchment of your essence, engraved in eternal silence,
To blossom into birds and bees that rise towards the light,
To forget decency in the magic of oblivion, to be an eternal story.
I watch you stand, a worshipped goddess, beautiful in splendor,
A temple of light and mystery, a

haiku:hiku:13: bones

  haiku : bones

calcium dance shape
between stars of wisdom high
showering marrow

hiku
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Bones Beneath the Tower

Inspired by Bob Dylan's "Mississippi" 

I was the backbone of your dream—
ribs shaped into beams,
my blood seeping slow,
cementing your tower’s base.

You promised a sky of stars,
a rise beyond all shadows—
but I was just a ghost
etched in your blueprint,
a whisper beneath your tower.

We built forever on lies,
stacking stones on my shoulders—
I was your ground,
your silent sacrifice,
the

Seeing Spots

Physicists may say,
'Random is not truly random,
it only appears to be,'
but another theory goes,
(according to me)
'Not so when playing games of chance,'
(and I have done the sums)
for this experiment logic states,
'The odds in favour are 5 to 1.'
As I spy with my little eye,
seeing spots and counting dots
on a regular die,
(these don't go to 11)
the

Bare as the bone I wear

Naked are the bones so hallow
crowned around my soul

Give heed unto the wounds Ive sewn
I'll mend me back to whole

Though broken I'll remain to pave
the path that is my sound

My roots undone thine will be one
hallowed by thy ground

Victory unspoken
I'm forever bound to never

Bones bare and shown
yet never known

My chaos is forever

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