Hear a Zephyr,
A Whisper.
Nothing lasts through eternity.
Except for a Zephyr,
A Whisper.
Confusingly, they don’t want to see.
Block out the Zephyr,
The Whisper.
Why do they focus on what will no longer be?
alderman curry
collected closet doorknobs
lived reclusively with poco,
his faithful afghan
one clear evening,
he told poco to stay
and that he loved him
poco's senses caused him
to whine confusingly
alderman curry went into
the woods, took a rope hidden
in a hollow tree, said his last words,
'NOW I AM FREE TO BE'
at 5:15 the next morning,
alderman curry's hung,
lifeless, and limp body
was discovered by a worried poco
the faithful afghan did not
cry out an emergency yelp
for help, he just let his best friend
and master be.....his secret loyally safe
Clearly, I'm a fool
You made me
Cluelessly, I've been blushing
You flatter me
Intriguingly, I react strangely
Your touch seduces
Confusingly, I am thoughtless
You give sensations
Basically, I am new
New to this feeling
Branches of frozen trees have beautiful frost ready to drop like knives aiming for hearts
Your heart skips a beat, yet
Better yet
Mine never skipped a beat
I hear a thud thud thud
yet I feel a thud thud thud
confusingly similar
I happen to access the threshold
To see a single frosted rosebud
I hear feet running away with more than poetry can say with words saying a familiar thud thud thud,
Branches of frozen trees have
beautiful frost ready to drop yet
that sure is an ugly rosebud at this having forsaken door
" I hope whoever left this falls squarely in the mud with this ugly rosebud at my door!"
Branches of frozen trees have
beautiful frost ready to drop...
I hear more than a
thud, thud, thud, thud
yet bestow thou be conscious for a
drop ready of frost so beautifully designed to have trees frozen of branches thoughtfully in mind
You'd ask yourself whether this is real
Are you ready to seal this deal?
But you've walked away
To pray...
Confusingly, you didn't stay!
Communicate!
Is that not the way?
And if we go our separate ways
I wont regret that I brought you to my school on those days
I won't regret I said I love you and it was real
... The love that we say we feel
Perhaps it was love
But it's truth may be questionable
Perhaps the one above
Will show us our love is inevitable
But you've walked away!
And left me alone
Just to pray on your own...
Where was your heart!
When you find it,
Use it to bring us together
Not drive us apart
(Based on an incident in Sea Point on an evening when the subject of the poem walked away)
Succeeding is like
Solving puzzles,
All opportunities are
There but scattered confusingly
Trick is to find
The right pieces in right time ??
River Line, meandering transparent ribbon of cold.
Whirling companion, confusingly refreshing white gold,
The road adjusts itself to the water's strong will. It lives
Its wild and stubborn life, hardly able to be contained;
Often it takes our lives, without its love we die, it gives.
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Someday, il take all the pain away,
Someday, il find my soulmate..and she will stay
If one day her love finds me
Will I know if she loves me?
This confusingly, emotional, doubting thoughts I hate
Forever haunting upon a restless wake.
Never it seems..will I know
If there is someone to fill my hearts hole
Maybe il just wither...and grow old
Never truly finding a safe haven for my heart, a home
I wish to warm these ancient bones
But I'm a long way from what defines that word..
Home
I am what I hate,
broken and weak.
With unspoken words,
shattered and meek.
Duellessly twisted,
soaking in hand.
Do not own a mirror,
my face I can't stand.
My words lay but jumbled,
unhumbled in mind.
Confusingly stumbled,
this path that I seek.
I am what I hate,
broken and weak.
What, I wondered, would advanced age be like.
Sighting the elderly set my mind to rousing.
Becoming like them overtook me with fright.
But now I'm old with no need for browsing.
Memories of earlier days occupy my thoughts
Which time romances to render them splendid.
Now it's difficult to connect any lot of dots,
And voices are subdued and confusingly blended.
But above all else, what drives me quite mad
Is to awake from slumber with pain extreme
In some place in my body I never knew I had.
I struggle to keep from shouting a scream.
Curiosity causes me to question my M.D.,
Thinking I have some undiscovered part.
He smiles benignly and chuckles at me,
"That's part of a minor vein to the heart."
That knowledge strikes me as unfulfilling.
Of what else that will hurt am I unaware?
But that specter I now find less than chilling
For the truth is (yawn) I'm too old to care.
I'm starting to think the starving poetist stands alone
As the barest, most creatively nauseous human
I'm starting to believe the whole face of poetry shifts my heart
More than the guts and bones of diction
The beautiful constitutes of poetic eyes beguile me
The muscle of words alone have a weakened grip
Poetry seems to be a locked door
The key which fits will turn the lock, you feel the release
Can you step inside though? Is the kerosene question
I’m starting to realize every stanza of poetry
Is a microcosm of the universe--elegant confusion
Organized in a confusingly lucid juxtaposition
I’m starting to recall that poetry is a magic pie
Looking appetizing, posing on the windowsill
Till knifed to find the berries unripe
I've stood here before,
Within, this shadow of Pain...
It cloaks me, when I'm sad,
It keeps me from going Insane...
This mass of Darkness, lures me,
Takes me on a journey, without light...
It frees me from all the Madness,
And comforts me in the night...
I'm completely, swallowed in this state,
It's intoxicating to my Soul...
And even though, I'm tangled in this Asylum,
Maybe this time, I'm won't let go...
Maybe this time, I'll stay here,
It's so weird, but I feel free...
My soul is slowly and confusingly drifting,
Like a lost ship, out on sea...
Sailing freely, within the open blue,
Floating all alone...
Heading for the Darkness of Death,
Until, I'm finally gone...
written: 04-03-1997 OCJ
original title:
Last Voyage "Darkness of Death"
Fountain of love; spread your dewdrops on me
With this never ending joyful cherry
Transcend, higher than all possibilities
Embrace happiness under your magical wiry,
Ignite hearts that once were achy
Reach with your colorful threads, the worry
Let the butterflies giggle in their bellies
Creating resounding echo through bodies,
Boasting around, while still bowing humbly
Showing impressive wit timidity
Antonym alignments dancing harmonically
Keeping the mind ideating confusingly,
Love fountain, a masterpiece done so perfectly
One designed, unlike any creativity
Drag you to breathe million times continuously
Losing the sight of everything ordinary.
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