In the forgotten space
Between the house and the garden,
I embroider silence.
I have no need of needles,
No bobbin, no loom.
Invisible threads, in a warp and weft
Weave a spiral of paused doom.
Silken knots as tight as a heartbeat,
Entomb the morning dew,
Like tiny moonstone cabochons.
There's no thrum of the factory,
No mill.
My needles are neither hammered nor rolled,
Nor polished steel.
In that space between sky and ground
where vibrations hold no sound,
I just weave,
And I wait.
Quite still.
Oh! The suspense!
With a patience and precision,
My thrill is one of detain and restrain.
My signature -
Why - it's my gossamer ligature.
Sometimes love makes no wink a prompter
That steers nothing in proverb
Just as accusation bets to cluster
To course lie a divest herb
Sometimes love fears the acclaimed politician
In whom assurance is reach an Everest
Forfeiting the maimed academician
Which arouses hope but to shatter it
Sometimes love is cruel
To affirm its case off benefits
Bursted out of the duel
Wary of trust on high twists
Sometimes lust is loss
That looses heart's crown
For servant chances toast's roses
Rolling to set sighs off laughter fun
Sometimes love consumes
It costs aging kindness be thrust
To foster blindly for homes
And key the heart's distrust
Sometimes love fume to entomb
That gladden craze; fists doom pleasant
The untold fair treatment costume
Never ceased to coil craze just
Before that comes to being
One must have neglected many a warning
That signals letting go as bravery
Which would have been savory
Watch the doubler tongue
Foaming adaptively to stung
random thought
about bought
lesee i let a i o u
tune my poems
& it's so true
entomb my tomes
now for guilt
wrapping quilt
or satisfaction or both
placate faction doth
i don't write know more
blank white boar
less than not
in ending this
game of rot
composting fbook
if you care to look
just don't kiss
any dyslexic
mix or be sic
sans which rye
on rub in put in pi
know where going
less point more thumb
all ready now showing
orange ain't knew dumb
can't get past
third weak
sans rubbing cash
praytell pay less
peter's pall
merrikka stall
must get this sin
don't kill venezuelan
since rus needs busy be
now that you crane
has no see
but blown apart brain
an wouldn't want sia
defend with weapon i ran
brics expect expand
wooden wont bee ya
all drunk
aslib progressive punk
hanging hard
on mccarthy card
ptsd owns petard
Another long night with the Succubus
Too long you have haunted my dreams
A temptress, a shrew, a wraith through and through
That wallows in glee at my screams
Your fiery gaze will blind vision
Your silent approach will consume me
Then flaunt with a grin a body of sin
Flames of desire to bind and entomb me
That kind of passion imprisons my soul
But unreluctantly cuts like a knife
Should have known all along your Succubus song
Would serenade me the rest of my life
Abstract ideas flitter about in my brain
like butterflies navigating a stiff August breeze.
I try unifying them into something,
a patchwork quilt of grandiose dreams
showcasing profound thoughts
that I feel are worthy of sharing
with strangers and sycophants,
maniacs and mentally sound,
downtrodden and dignitaries,
paupers and princesses
in hopes of making a lasting impression
that will forever change their lives.
But before unveiling my work to the world,
I scrutinize the stitching,
then question the pattern.
Thinking that it’s not good enough,
that it requires additional refinement,
I tear apart the completed piece.
Quickly I discover that it can’t be resewn,
reassembled
or recreated.
What was once coherent,
vibrant,
profound,
now lies in ruin.
These scraps of doubt then entomb me.
Unable to manipulate the fabric,
I remain immobilized
by a misguided attempt
to cover my perceived imperfections
and bury my profound neurosis
so my frail ego
will be shielded from nonexistent ridicule.
Blavatsky said space is God
but pause we her give a nod,
consider: where is God not?
Contemplate thus, be self-taught.
Wisdom Leadbeater affirmed
and Annie Besant confirmed;
koilon: a term coined for space,
they both recognised by grace.
A quick google search will show,
there’s more to space than we know
oft whispered of in folklore,
this vastness is heaven’s door.
Straightforward are words we state,
known to those who meditate,
likening space to a womb,
that doth existence entomb.
We may claim soul’s ascended,
when space-time is transcended,
which we can if we be still,
to God surrendering will.
Winter,time of Persephone's doom
Plants die when Pluto her does entomb
Up on earth Demeter weeps
And her seasonal vigil keeps
With Pluto's spell over and broken
Life on earth will again be woken
That is the price of one eaten seed
To which Persephone paid no heed.
So, shrouded is earth deep with white snow
When she plays the part of queen down below
Once the hostage gains her brief release
Anew the land becomes green with ease
That cycle will repeat evermore
And we that season needs must endure
Beliefs doublethink
or else we will sink
in gloom
and soul’s light will shrink,
so concepts rethink
and groom
head and heart to link,
allowing love’s blink
some room.
Let us not presume
that joy will resume
unless
we let bliss beats zoom,
whence love petals bloom
to bless
form that does entomb
soul in divine womb
caress.
The time’s not to guess
but simply undress
fear chink,
by craving for less
to exit the mess
we ink
that we may progress,
love and light access,
uplink.
10-May-2023
Virelai
Oh Sleepless night oh Glory be
The stealth of nature burdens thee
As winter washes o'er the stones
Your cold caress doth sear my bones
An unfurled sail on straining yard
The banshee howls, its breath bites hard
Tossed from main, to fevered waters
To the open arms of Neptune's daughters
Oh sea, oh pearl oh wondrous treasure
Oh faith of mine, unmarked, unmeasured
No one I am, no one I've been
Fates overlooked, times overseen
The cold, the cold, right from the start
Pierces flesh and failing heart
Oh what of God, can he not see
My plight, my toil, oh Glory be
White horses race as noble steeds
Drawn breath from lungs no longer breathed
Your manic howls and fevered pace
Entomb my mind and ashen face
A sailor lost, as sailors must
No bed of clay, nor pillow dust
Unwatched am I from sightless bow
No comfort here will storm allow
My Cross to bear, this broken mast
Oh save me Lord, or make death fast
My cries unheard from ship nor shore
Will peal in vain, forever more!
no matter the days i tried,
i will be empowered by words i entomb.
no matter the days i cried,
i will be devoured by tears i consume.
no matter the days i dried,
i will not coward; i will surely bloom.
Femme fatale nightshade bloom
Lustrous pomes sweetly entomb
Heady pungent bouquet
Remedy lover’s grave betray
Come hither, ye toxic potpourri
Banish infernal memory
Florid amethyst grace
Allure belies dual face
Infuse alchemist brew
Terry, not penance due
Smitten vessel begs release
Hasten this affliction peace
Tip chalice to ardor quell
Serenity bids thee back to hell
Notions atone bittersweet
Farewell ebbing heartbeat
3/15/2022
transfixed
I stumble down
shifting halls of
my angst my
distress
a cold stale breath
stagnates and permeates
its doom
onto my essence.
beguiled
I entomb myself
in the moment
asphyxiating
flailing
clawing
grasping for
desperately
disintegrating walls.
abdicated
I capitulate to
the lair
that cold cavity
pit of dread
that
pool of tears
where my devotion
thrashes plangently.
interred
in the filth
of want
of need
of putrefying wonder
entombed within
every pore
every inch
of my desolation.
moribund
I turn to stone
my listless gaze
fixated ruefully
on the luminance
the far distant
light
where steadfast
dim hope resides.
Reflected light
Shining bright
We look for the source
Of the divine force
Running hither & thither
As thought smog gathers
Upon getting to exhaustion
Of thought precipitation
We rest in silence
In childlike innocence
Within the heart womb
Where lower mind we entomb
Thereupon we see clearly
Mirrorlessly
That we are the luminescence
Encased in form of transience
That we may experience duality
As a subset of the one singularity
A springboard to harness wisdom
By swaying our attention pendulum
Taking care to remain in stillness
Free & unfettered one with oneness
Osmotically imbibing love vibration
With Ohm in unbroken resonation
05-August-2020
In the corner of my room,
you’ll find many a decentralizing delirium dust
Where my mind does consume,
peripheral visions of a malevolent distrust
Deprivations that entomb,
metabolic disturbances of cunning combust
Temporal lesions loom,
of psychotic disorders in a state of thriving thrust.
I see you but cannot touch,
thru nociceptive nightmares nurturing night
Hallucinogens that will crutch,
frantic neurons paleocortical penal plight
I feel you but cannot clutch,
a dimensional dementia in a demons fright
Denunciative delusions a monstrous much,
external images in fetal flight.
I sense you but cannot taste,
chemoreceptic catacombs of a pernicious smell
Stimuli distortions of waste,
proprioceptors penetrating the gates of hell
The love I give is displaced,
impalpable illusions within a condemned cell
The love received defaced,
from a schizophrenic defamatory defunctive dwell.
July.16.2020
Delirium Poetry
Sponsored by~
Kai Michael Neumann
N/A for contest
Cryptic and elusive is thy turn uP
Obscure in transmitting your invisible aurA
Vicious by nature and causing panic-strickeN
Inhalation disease; the most villainous anD
Destructive evil spirit of human-racE
- don’t presume that we are calM
1 day we’ll entomb your crown shaped emojI
9 Muses will soon display the potentiality of archaiC.
(COVID-19 ...PANDEMIC)
Contest: Double Double Words To Bubble
Contest judged on: 02/06/2020
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Winner : Placed 1st
Date: 31-05-2020
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