A Star-Studded Escapement
The foot of this lookout begins with a range of mountains and valleys in a tangle,
Juxtapositions alight that fills the mountain veins with snow at various angles,
The trees run wild through the valley covered floor,
This forest of green meanders along, as the paths’ core,
Clouds circulate and dapple the sunlit horizon in shades of light,
Their movement conjures up a gesture of continuous flight,
Creating shadows on the mountainous cape, at bright of day,
Plays on painted colored contrasts, illuminating as they may,
The snow caps reach to heaven as their eroded surfaces are shaped,
Flowers linger through the valley, where the forests drapes,
Engulfing the mystery of this scenic arrangement,
This fair path free of hindrance makes a great escapement,
The floral tapestry weaves throughout the treed mountain base,
Enjoying the view and the culmination of beauty is what we face.
Categories:
escapement, mountains, nature, tree,
Form: Rhyme
Swish thud goes the pendulum,
Giving every second significance,
With each moment as important.
Taking me into myself, for myself,
Able to access my abstraction,
Feeling my own presence positively.
The beats remind me of my heartbeat,
There, but not visible: just by intelligence;
Only these clocks emphasise the seconds.
Tradition can stink, but here it settles:
The invention suffices to help me think,
And ponder on my whereabouts.
The anchor escapement mechanism transcends,
Slowness for me to grasp various possibilities,
Ramifies that there are ways of leaving.
Of leaving the said, the ornate and the strict:
The old can often aid departure even from them,
As given, never to be claimed by anyone.
Categories:
escapement, grandchild, grandparents, growing up,
Form: Free verse
He wrote poems,
Little bridges,
Broken lifelines.
Distance, like darkness
Drained the heart,
Despite the crying,
That no one heard,
Dreaming, replacement
Denials, escapement,
Confusion all around,
Until the final shutdown.
She loved orchids,
And the full moon,
Those were her windows.
Categories:
escapement, memory, relationship,
Form: Free verse
Don’t take this personal is what they always say
But how can I not when you say it that way
Jokes you may play, but consider me before you comment inconsiderately
Negativity can have an effect on me permanently
Harm me mentally, the only protection are beliefs spiritually
Physically, I know I’m not perfect
My mind not the smartest, no intelligence in every circuit
But my heart is pure, true, and so very fair
Throughout this bottomless pit of my soul, oh so rare
Therefore, I must beware, of the many evils of this time
Everyone forever plotting, trying to change this life of mine
Never will I find, someone who loves me for me
For some reason the outside is all that hey seem to see
Ever will there be, a time I feel content
But it seems unhappiness is a trait I can’t prevent
Many nights I’ve dreamt, that I had a total different mind-frame
Where I never was upset, never did I feel ashamed
For my emotions, no one to blame, only myself at fault
My life has caught, in the jar of Satan himself
The only escapement of this torture seems to be death
Will I ever outgrow my sensitivity, not be so frail
Or will I ever be trapped in this prison, locked inside my own jail?
Categories:
escapement, life, sad, me, life,
Form: Free verse
I am part of me dreaming
Incessantly feeling
Escapement of silent falls
Escaping my prison walls
I am part of coloured skies
Watching the terrified
Returning to fields of woe
Sleeping in fear of snow
A part of the sun at night
Moon of the early light
Fading from demon swarms
Rising for angel storms
A part of my belief
Torn between my own grief
Hiding from broken glass
Creeping from shadows past
I am part of my own lie
Paintings and words can’t die
Immortal but too ashamed
Fear forever is my name
Categories:
escapement, confusion, introspection, sad,
Form: I do not know?
DREAMS WHAT IS IT
IS IT LIKE A MATCH THAT'S BEEN LIT
WHERE DARKNESS TURNS TO LIGHT
OR LIKE A SHADOW THAT DISAPPEARS AT NIGHT
IS IT A WONDEROUS SIGHT
WHERE WE COULD DWELL AND LOSE ALL OUR MIGHT
OR IS IT JUST A MEASUREMENT OF OUR DESIRES HEIGHT
DREAMS WHAT IS IT
A BROKEN GLASS SHATTERED INTO PIECES
WHERE WE PICK A STAR AND MAKE OUR WISHES
OR AN ESCAPEMENT OF OUR YOUTHFUL MISSES
DREAMS WHAT IS IT
WHEN EVERYTHING SIEZED TO KILL
WHEN MAN WALK THE STEEP HILL
Categories:
escapement, faith, life, time,
Form: I do not know?