Dormant Poems

Dormant hair-bun

Field with display of green catkins in the candlelight

From the hidden chamber the dormant hair-bun loosened

Foam and current from the sea through the fidgety foliage

Night in a machination to summon the lightning clouds

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DORMANT DESIRES

     Seeds of desires were sown as our glances met.
     Emotive urge started to flow though hidden yet.
     Wobbled heart got confused to manifest.
      No way ! Shy silent love to hesitate.
      Not

MY DORMANT PAST

MY DORMANT PAST

MEMORIES OF THE PAST MAY COME AND GO, 
BUT ONE NEEDS TO BE IN CONTINOUS FLOW. 
SMELL OF CRUMPLED DREAMS IS IN MY MIND,
ANALOGY OF BOTH ALWAYS KEEP US BIND.
DREAMS TURNED INTO SMOKE AND SPREAD WINGS,
COMING BACK TO ME GASP AND UNIFY IN WRING. 
MAY BE ANOTHER DAY SOMEONE BRING TO FRUITION,
THAT DAY

Dormant Desire

Expansive aspiration 
of effervescent incandescence 
disperses psychic plasma
of primal spectrum, 
painting panorama of passion 
on the silken sky,
the configured
fascinating facsimile
of mesmeric mental 
kaleidoscopic landscape,
suffused with chromatic 
sublime sensitivity  
of exuberant ecstasy, 
blooms beguiled
in seraphic color blast
of floral spring.  

Implanted on
parched pieces of
mangled memory,
draped by distress dust 
of cinnamon ground, 
heart desiccates 
to the

Global Ubiquity

 
From the vast eternal ether, as the whipping tips of a raging flame, I emanate from eternity as a frequency, continually upgrading in knowledge, growing in wisdom, elevating in consciousness, vibrating as a light source.
As agreed, I am thrust forth into a mountain like a blazing fire, subdued only by this vessel of blood

Dormant

Their despise never trace me
Free to every discerning eyes
Ecstasy eloquent and dilute
soft footstape asleep where
Echoes of mountains ever climb
Desertness solemn and wither
Torrent rain who can feel
When every moment dormant, wet
Pulsate maroon inalive memories
Forest cry deepen amidgreen
Gild never touch arid surface
Companion of endless and ephemeral
Landscape never escape their shares always
Dream dilemma shorten us
Bustle of necessities dare
Plaster

In the velvet shroud of night, where shadows whisper secrets and dreams lie dormant

In the velvet shroud of night, where shadows whisper secrets and dreams lie dormant,
My thoughts slip through the winding paths of memory and imagination,
As I become accustomed to the darkness that envelops me.
The deep, inky blackness that once stirred fear now cradles me in its quiet embrace,
And I begin to see that the ghosts dwelling

Beneath the everyday attire, the spirit falls ill, dormant

Beneath the everyday attire, the spirit falls ill, dormant,
In the monotony that seems an eternity of silver smoke, contingent.
Boredom weaves its fabric between walls of flesh, walking dead,
Many beings live this pseudo-existence, in slumbering cages.

They slowly make their way to offices, in convoys of rusty machines,
Immersed in the deep sea, where words become unwritten stones.
They

Apathy

I wrap my fingers around the pen
which has lain dormant collecting dust
for months on end feeling as if
I'm lifting a fifty pound weight
straining not just my joints
but my brain, its neurons refusing
to fire like the broken burner of a
gas stove with a malfunctioning igniter
fouling the air with noxious fumes
as it fails to burst into blue

Are We Too Much?

I’ve been breathing in the fumes of my existence and expectedness for some time now…
Far too long because this thing I cannot place has had unending hold over me.

I’ve been realizing things lately, and witnessing my own lies…
That I tell myself to feel sane or rather inflict a false state of comfortability.

These realized lies are

Space Suit

Trapped in my space suit
Tied down to the launching pad
Terrorized by the rocket
Paralyzed to the surface
The cold surface of my skin
Basks in the judgmental sun

Strapped in my race boot
A dyed gown around my chest
A hard place and a rock, it
Seems I stand in perturbance
Fervidness of my kin
Tasks my legs to jump the gun

My chest strains

Dormant seed

A dormant seed sprouts
with the spin of the seasons
soft buds in the soul.

Dormant Decession

I'm an ashen dove, 
fading in zephyr 
of wine valleys, 
saturating in fog 
upon enchanting hills, 
draped in 
grape-green silk, 
where fantasies of forest, 
sprout cynthia moon 
of a bygone 
medieval saga, 
amidst heavenly 
eventides, 
and wailing weeds 
prick my shadow,  
infusing iced intentions 
of the puppet's paradise~
floating in islets 
of shackled bones. 

My

Dormant Desire

how may we cope
with a secret hope
our disguised desire
ego chose to so sire

why then be in denial
let us face the trial

by fire

Dormant Rhymes

I love these chaotic moments
where every teardrop
leaves a letter in its wake
empty words quiver on frozen lips
free verse slips in
a dash of warm and sweet
and I turn into a fool
feeling its ecstasy

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