Let us think not only
of instrument and music
though a poem sort
of a dance
let is think not only
of voice and cadence
though a poem also
a trance
let us not think
let us not think
for mind has an echo
compounding the same
I adhere to conduit mystery
taking no credit nor blame --
What do you do
when your head feels like
a million pounds,
your chest is buried
underground,
where worms and slugs
and filth abound,
and rocks compound overhead,
compounding a heaviness
which even the heaviest cannot heave.
Where mere moments make a millennia
of torment -
For sleepless nights
make endless days
and endless days make immortality -
And mine is underground
Far
Far
Underground
Where hell itself resounds
in my head,
and my screams shriek in silence,
drown out by fear.
And breath escapes me.
Where stillness surrounds me,
and turmoil wins
ever winding,
wondering when I might
snap
Please,
I cannot
don't let me
go back...
Drifting face across fulfilled lives, how many lies do I see inside?
I see without visual, drowning in endeavours.
I hear within silence, the blinding numbness adhere to my veins.
The silence enriches my absent thoughts, swallowing me whole into the jaws of fate.
What’s holding me captive in this divine existence? The monotony of being etching away my compounding resolve.
Saturated with doubt, with guilt and remorse. A futile endeavour to attempt release from the clutches of madness.
Altering ley lines to divert my path, digesting the inedible and finding purpose within.
Disturbances not overcome but overgrown with enamel concealing the ugliness left behind.
The path forward we travel, onward we look. Hereby is the contingence to survive. Survival is key, survival is free, survival is not where I want to be.
Dying invested
dividend high
Selling tomorrow
presence to buy
Feelings compounding
destiny’s rate
One final moment
— blessed in His Grace
(1st Book Of Prayers: August, 2024)
("Dark Pool Nebula", 2011, original oil)
Burdened By What Has Been
Each moment
The addition of a trillion bits of information
Like compounding interest
On the rest of eternity
(8/15/24)
Apology
not good enough
Intention
still to blame
The road to hell
left burning red
its deviance
in flames
Excuses
rolling off the tongue
with lie
compounding lie
A higher power
judgment bound
the devil
— in denial
(Bryn Mawr College: July, 2024)
We found a way to mesh bordering on perfectly sequential
A widening variation of discovery; in a world I thought inconsequential
This investment is based solely on our long-term potential
In culmination of what matters to me; seen within your vast deferential
Maybe there really is something more than amicably existential?
Affection for you is essential,
Leaving nothing inferential,
Focused the quintessential,
Affection rain-like torrential,
Compounding is exponential,
Prized past preferential,
Affection so reverential
Sitting here, blanketed, the night is so dark
I look through my window and up at the stars
But something is missing, my heart sends a cue
That something is someone, that someone is you
All that you are I'm just waiting to know
But what I know so far I hold in escrow
With compounding interest I've yet to realize
The fact that you're priceless I do recognize
Can’t just jump to the finish line
Need to put in the work along the way
Would be nice to only reap the gains
But no shortcuts despite what others say
Progress needs to build upon itself
Can’t just jump to the finish line
Collecting credits creates compounding
Building up as our thoughts begin to shine
Focus on improving the inputs
The outputs will come in due time
Can’t just jump to the finish line
Must start at the trailhead for our climb
After reaching the summit we may
Realize the mosaic in the puzzle design
Stop to reflect before scaling a new mountain
Because we can’t just jump to the finish line
The burst soapsuds dissipate.
Six doves outside my window
Enjoy their meal, congregate.
Wings whirr, head to the gingko
Baby phoebes see surroundings.
With wide mouths expose tastebuds
Hunger each day compounding!
I look, then see burst soapsuds
So much happening outside my kitchen window view that I forget the dishwater is getting cold and chores going undone.
June 20, 2023
These lines are not billable.
Here's the statement for zero.
Though there're seven syllables
I'm no great poet hero.
Zero not so fillable
Compounding it won't rhyme.
Though seeds planted tillable
And a poet's soul are these lines
A new form: Ae Freislighe Poetry Form
Written: 5/12/2023
Contest: Writing Challenge-Z Words
Sponsor: Constance La France
7 syllables per line
rhymes line 1 and 3 3 syllable rhyme
rhymes line 2 and 4 2 syllable rhyme
I found another explanation of this form and I have made a mistake in the form. The first three syllables are called a dunadh and are repeated as the last three syllables of the last line. Sorry, I don't know if I can change it now. What is here now is the one with changes.
The warbles of Rapture reverberate at the edges of me and of you
Mixing, melding, and compounding the essential with the abused
While truly losing what differs and brightens the things that make move
Blackened, bloated corpses stood on foot like clustered trees in copses
Arms that dangle,
Holding rotten fruit
With visions of ravens and vultures
Pecking
Pecking
Pecking
Pecking to allow the sweet release
That sweet and welcomed black
Just a Beleif
There spelt some say so badly
acceptance might be taken sadly
Or maybe not
Why should accuracy of the matter matter
writing and talking of the delusion delusional
compounding the fault like a fool
Just a Belief
Recurring dreams, tide comes and goes
Borne on the waves of ocean's flows,
Never ending streams abounding
Against sands crash forth resounding
The moon rocks the sea to and fro.
From whence they arrive no one knows
In deepest sleep like drifting floes
Come to enchant, oft confounding,
Recurring dreams.
Mystical tales vast ocean grows
Sleep harbors stories, deep echoes
Sometimes credibly astounding,
Like many visions compounding
While in my sleep I do propose
Recurring dreams.
written April 14, 2022
On guard
Weapons drawn
Razor edged dialogue
Cutting deep into the last breath of affection
Words spewing like acid,
staining our masterpiece.
Colors melting into gray
bubbling with the sounds of disaster
"Fu*k You's" crescendo
into the odor of hate
Your Teflon tongue spills explanations
with non stick sincerity
A reservoir of "I'm sorrys"
burst into a flood of tears
You become a one woman waterfall
Your love was financed
Compounding interest
Loan shark terms
With a heart that carried a second mortgage
I'm the victim of foreclosure
Left empty, blindsided ,cold cocked
From your drive by lie
Our love now crippled and maimed
Searching for a handicapped parking place
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