UNSEEKING SEEKER CONTINUUM
The Seeker can never be
unseeking for what is
sought is forever seeking
stillpoint is continuum
neither end nor beginning
membrane is not
holding woven
for what weaves loosens
then leaves
space expands then binds
twenty four into forty eight
at the middle disentangles
unmusically gently
three from two is enough
for now
as six is a resting point
overlapping spirals
fountaining colourless
Categories:
fountaining, change, character, extended metaphor,
Form: Verse
For what it's worth, these words I cannot weigh,
I'm not at all religious, but your plight spurs me on to pray.
For what it's worth I think about your sorry fate every single day,
I feel so acutely, yet I don't know what to say.
And, for what it's worth, that's the point, words fail us.... fail me,
Maybe, for you to read my feelings, that would be my plea.
Then pages and pages of poetic beauty would endlessly abound,
A font of nurturing nectar fountaining up from the ground,
Showering you with words expertly moulded to your needs,
Lines to fit, just yours, perfect and able to please.
Categories:
fountaining, cancer, mental illness, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I locked the bathroom door today and threw away the key
This would be the day where I would entirely be free
Life had no more meaning; my friends had let me down
My grades showed that I would not wear the cap and gown
A note I left on the counter that tried to explain everything away
I merely tried to put on paper what I had often tried to say
But no one had ever listened, and no one had ever tried
They were not there the day when life for me had died.
Seizing the knife blade, I laid it cool against my wrist,
A peaceful calm came over me almost quite like bliss.
Slicing deeply into the skin, I penetrated the vein
Blood came fountaining forth and with it came the pain
The pain of never being noticed; the pain of being left behind
Suddenly, the calm left me as realization hit my mind
Life suddenly became precious as darkness filled my eyes
As I sought with utter fruitlessness to stop the crimson tide
Slowly sinking down onto the bloodied bathroom floor
My last thought was that I wished to live a little more.
Categories:
fountaining, anger, anxiety, cry, suicide,
Form: Lyric
All I remember of joy
Is what we shared along the way
All temptations to annoy
We suffered, and gave our best away.
The doings so you were glad
The givings that kept you satisfied
And silence for being mad.
Joy was a quiet evening by the fence
The gentle laugh, the silent stare
The turmoil of sleep as evidence
The future fountaining unaware.
All I remember of joy are quiet days
Staring beachwise at sunset and horizon
Evening was full of games the plays
Innocent yet subtler than Jacob's hand.
Joy is a soul that gives delight
A beacon there in a stormy night.
Categories:
fountaining, happiness,
Form: Verse
All I remember of joy
Is what we shared along the way
All temptations to annoy
We suffered, and gave our best away.
The doings so you were glad
The givings that kept you satisfied
And silence for being mad.
Joy was a quiet evening by the fence
The gentle laugh, the silent stare
The turmoil of sleep as evidence
The future fountaining unaware.
All I remember of joy are quiet days
Staring beachwise at sunset and horizon
Evening was full of games the plays
Innocent yet subtler than Jacob's hand.
Joy is a soul that gives delight
A beacon there in a stormy night.
Categories:
fountaining, friendship, joy,
Form: Verse