It is 2 AM by the room clock,
Body, helpless, detached; done
Brain, still active. Heart wanting
the sweet melody of music. Alas,
the speaker needs the electric
embrace of replenishment.
It is 2 AM by the room clock,
Body, makes a sound that the
brain rejects. The heart craving
for notes, noise; chaos. Dejected
it lays on the bed, hopeless like this
damn night.
It is 2 AM by the room clock,
The body is content, the brain not
so much. Trying to make sense of
the Sonance. The heart, relieved,
entrained with the vibrations. Alas,
It is the spring, poking from within
the bed.
In this sanctuary, where dreams
take flight, where silence unleashes
its fury. This bed spring sings without
fear, and draws sleep a bit nearer. With
each creak and a crack, it creates a
melody for the heart to unwind.
Verily, it happens at 2 AM every night.
Prompt: Spring (Bed)
I breathe poetry of ebullient emotion,
the designer of dreams,
search for the sense of frosted feelings,
as they mingle totally with my twilight time,
my mind merges with densual obscurity,
impulses ingrained.
The crystal path I pave to the realm of retreat
along the contorted contours of deserted desire.
There the roses bloom amidst the spiculed cactus,
within imagination entrained,
take me with the mirage to the oasis of reverie,
with desolation dismantled.
From the splendor sprouts the foliage of fervor,
the canopy cast colors of the new sky
on the poet’s heart abdorbant.
As the twilight sequesters silence in the static time,
the poetry of life flows under the star studded sky
with fluid passion sequined.
The mesmeric moonbeam sprinkles silver dust,
my muse wafts in dreams with the tinsels of longing,
across the indscape mrsmerized,
flies in your firmament on the wings of lyrical zephyr,
entrances me with the rhyme of reminiscence,
as I write the poem for you.
Abundant shades of grey
Along my way into the city
On full display hypocrisy
The gravity of modern living
One million heated caves
The lighting dots the landscape
Absolved from ancient cares
Within the lairs retired from frenzied motion
Inwardly indifference soothes our minds
All entrained by light and sounds
Outwardly the tepid coexistence
Rife with boundless apathy abounds
Race we round about distracted
Endlessly most filled with doubt
Modern purpose cannot fulfill us
Overdue to find another route
Visualize the sound of silence
Realize the headstones of violence
Dark dreams constrict your iris
Your visions only raise greed on highlands
Harmonize our voices stained with curses
Our lenses shooting at the pose of hopeless
Hunger left mothers singing dirges
Children cramp to unrelenting pain like teenage menses
Leaving my brain entrained in this spiritual verses
Hear me you greedy strains with blood stained purses
You lie about your intentions
Rip us of our respect in pretence to satisfy our urges
Robbed us with taxes from our price tags below minimum wages
Between our breed and yours you left no educational bridges
Blood sweats we pour to secure hinges for our offsprings
Blood sweats you lure for your selfish interests
Do not give thought to your stagnant place.
Everyone has their station in life.
No matter if you've been told other wise.
In the scheme of things you will earn your place in life.
A certificate from the furthest dark of toil.
Ink undried, think in kind, link in time.
From the filthiest of soil.
Endurance patients wealth POVERTY
All in all, the same.
We are as strong as the weakest link of
The chain.
It must be entrained. The bark is worst
Than the bite.
But if there is refrain, let logic come
To the LIGHT of the flame of life.
Every soul has there glory.
Everyone has their turn.
Let no lesson go unlearned.
Let the child befriend the RHYME.
Learn them wrong from WRITE.
Everyone has their station in life.
The stricken even amid the strife.
May the MIGHTY help the weak to
Thrive.
Keep your bearing, no matter what you're hearing.
IGNITE THE NIGHT.
Do not give up the fight. SURVIVE!
Entrained with beauty
Sparkling pearl
An ornament of kind
Risen high above the lofted place
I estimate my duty
And gain in love the world
More precious than the gold I find
I by unseen thought embrace
Gone out to hold one out of reach
Received measured, responding like a choir
A burning warmth of sorts
The all-consuming fire
Of love that seeks a place to land
No walls can stop my thoughts
As I by thinking hold your hand
I found a moment deeply entrained,
Somewhat rusty and restrained.
I scoured its tarnished face
Restoring its unblemished angelic grace.
Beneath a splintered cross I stood
Staring at the blood stained wood;
Sacrificed upon this tree
Christ reconciled Himself to me.
At the tomb from whence He lay
Only gleamed the light of day;
The stench of sin could not remain
Neither death my Lord restrain.
Only friends of mine were here,
Locked within this room of fear;
Suddenly, I knew that Jesus was among us too.
I touched His hands,
His pierced side;
“My Lord and my God,” I cried.
It is finished as Christ said
For He has risen from the dead.
Guide me Lord in all my ways;
Grant me strength to sing Thy praise.