Innate to heart is soul’s creative urge,
crystallising as a rhythm shaped by mind,
borne by subtle desires that tend to surge,
conjuring a poem divine aligned,
delighting as we script words as assigned.
Even when listless our gaze, as we laze,
imbibing what it can, presence does graze
in meadows of vibrations in its range,
as earth life continues to so amaze,
in this realm of contrast, our soul finds strange.
Categories:
crystallising, muse, spiritual,
Form: Dizain
The dust sifts and falls with the Rosebloom powder
To sieve and assume, survival hast made him prouder
All alone like a wolf that's lost
Roaming and trotting, breath crystallising a soft cloud
No Mum, dad or Cubs that's the cost
Apocalyptic fields lead him under and over dusty arches
Sent upon his penultimate marches
A two way transceiver, voice from the heavens
Job 27 the last job in the bloomfields
Hookers lips and dancing girls sad eyes of repression
What a spectacle @ the rosebloom flats, startling frequencies
Warping screams of a girl incorporating ballet
Into a escape attempt from the jigging flames
Welcome to the rosebloom flats hysteria in the air
A hundred infinite Windows expressing her adversity
They all perish not forgotten, you've forgotten that they point
Apocalypse and lonely wolves and an impossible mercy
Off you go on your final walk
The walk towards your delusions
Dreams and nightmares don't mix at least with sandy roses
Categories:
crystallising, deep, depression, desire, fantasy,
Form: I do not know?
Hardness softens under serpents eyes of gold.
Concrete becomes her;
Crystallising lakes of,
Oceans of,
Serenity
What may we envelop with our softness
When our branches cannot reach the sky
For fear of an axeman’s careless wielding.
I will be hurt.
My iron will shatter into feathers, falling as crescent moons in a breeze,
Before I chance to dent you with
The knife edge of my tongue.
You believe in my horizon.
My sinking sunbeams throw out shades of golden reds and bloody orange.
The belly of the beast; illusion under seas that hath no space nor space constraint.
In my drowning sun you see a female devil,
Residing in her lair of fire.
You see her sleeping,
Beneath a stage of watery glass.
She is not retiring.
She is halving,
From the final throws of her fire,
That you drank like drops of sugar.
How much can you see?
A steely serpent drinking from versuvius in drunken sin.
When snakes wake from their poisoned mist
are they clear enough to see that their volcano-
Is a puddle from a broken tap,
Warm from the burning reflected in your gaze.
I feel myself drip like storm water,
Hiding under tarmac from the thunder.
Categories:
crystallising, abuse, allegory, betrayal, boy,
Form: Free verse
It's 2 am by the clock
And my weary heart
Kept Forlorn on the shelf.
The dust crystallising it
And adding a layer for
Me to not feel, but I do.
Gently, I pick it up,
Not so gentle, it feels
Oh, my desolate heart,
What do you need?
Like a thousand steps,
It sinking down the drain,
Like the windless summer,
Choking in its own pain.
I wish I had a hammer,
Or will perhaps,
To cut the knot that
Holds so tight.
It's 3 am by the clock,
Mercy, oh lord,
End this
Forsaken night.
Categories:
crystallising, absence, deep, depression, i
Form: ABC
Speak Softly Of Love
Speak softly of love so no one sees our love lost eyes
But you and the stars glowing in the billowing skies
Slowly you suckled into my heart like fluttering butterflies
My love floated with you over boughs and mountains
Crystallising our love lorn moments in mystifying eyes
Speak softly of love so no one sees our love lost eyes
But your heart wrapped in mine as it sanguinely lies
Your petalled lips and beating heart sang intoxicating lullabies
You caressed my heavy head on your beating heart with soft love cries
Speak softly of love once more for stars and skies before our night dies
April 18, 2016
Speak Softly Love by Andy Williams
For Teppo Gren
Categories:
crystallising, emotions, happy, imagery, love,
Form: Rhyme
Embryos sing saddle-sore sonatas, beneath
the despot eaves of chromium skies, reflecting
black light down upon the harbours where
ambition claws the air and slowly dies; and
nighthawks scream a siren song of sadness, for
all the lovers lost and ripped apart, their
entrails steaming, scattered and decaying, cryogenic
memories still the beating heart.
Somewhere in a paean of pain and passion, eyes
upturned in sockets sear the night, telescope
and zoom into the heavens, ruptured
vessels crack the milky white; for
all the golden graces of the goddess, stealing
and absorbing love and soul, hoarding
with her sadist smiles of sorrow, reaps
the diamond, reimburses coal.
On the moon my blood drips sour and savage, fills
the craters and the fossil seas, scars
the surface dust like crazy paving, packs
the vacuum deserts with disease; on
the moon my blood is frozen solid, crystallising,
still as tombstone script, cold,
implacably cast as death's dominion, to
love no more, enamelled bathtub crypt.
Categories:
crystallising, death, loss, lost love,
Form: Rhyme