Haven't the brains of beings fractioned into lobes various?
The hearts of creatures have dissections multifarious;
My physique and psyche got several separations,
Like a train or a shelf, yet, these have conjoint relations...!
Classifications and categorizations are good,
If, like good deeds, they're optimistically understood;
Like roots, shoots, and fruits, the sentimental segmentation,
Just as constellations, should have a proper fixation...!
Boundaries are for safety and security we know,
Forming only frontiers, we shouldn't our strength and senses show;
Grouping of goals and prioritization of morals,
Must pave the way, like battles, toward attaining laurels...!
Am I, in the process, keeping away from kith and kin?
Does my passion for lonely liberty lead me to sin?
Do my conflicting thoughts and deeds bring me contradictions?
Does my anxious unconsciousness gift me many frictions?
If self-separation replaces cognitive action,
Compartmentalization is simply a distraction;
As bouquets of various flowers are placed in vases,
Prudent compartmentalization can bring in graces...!!!
Categories:
fractioned, conflict, discrimination, life,
Form: Rhyme
My heart has been subtracted contracted,
Just a fractioned proportioned down sum of what it once was.
Payment for the stipend of lost loves and years gone by.
All that’s left are receipts little paper hearts.
As I idly meander some become litter lost along the way.
Prudently you hold the little paper heart.
You begin unfolding the crumples, creases, and pleats.
Modestly you hold out your hand and return my heart to me.
Whole……
Thank you my love.
But I think you should hold on to it just for safe keeping.
Categories:
fractioned, destiny, heart, love, poems,
Form: Free verse
Breezes blow from salty waters -
inhale
a gale of freshness lifts your dampened roots
and through your yurei hair
like a tablecloth is flicked to set.
Dark pools of honor glance my way
and stay
upon my haunted gaze.
Your pampered skin caresses longings
Deep behind such desupere-to 'versions
That you would give yourself to me
in passion's strained duress
and lean against my loneliness.
Just to taste your calming soul so rooted
in ripe blackened soil.
I chance a look at moistened lips -
so fractioned in time that I must shutter it into inner catalogs
upon catalogs of you.
In my mind and when alone, you are the only one
who knows -
who shows such interest in me that only by my
timely death upon a finely sharpened tanto
could my heart be quenched -
Now thirsty, nay, contented with
the moisture from your whispering lips
Enviously touched by salty mists.
Categories:
fractioned, angst, devotion, love, passion
Form: Free verse
The lustrous surface of your sea is
urging me to drown in its intriguing blue.
Afraid to go further, I stand hesitantly at
your mysterious shore, yet allowing your
tides to lick my soul!
Your waves grow in me rapidly,
clogging the flow of my breathing!
I hark keenly to the whispers of the cowries
wishing to unfold the secrets of your
inapproachable depths!
In my dreams, I invade that misty
portion of you, dismember it into
crystal clear droplets which
permit me to see through the secretive
fabric of you, to transfigure fractioned
doubts into certainties…
Your heart, edged in mysterious sweetness
becomes the center of gravity,
drawing the straying grains of my
Being into its infinite grip …
And I so wrapped up in this ageless
shawl of sadness find a refuge in this
turmoil of tussling
emotions to elude a devious stillness..
Categories:
fractioned, loveme, me,
Form: Prose Poetry
Amorphous face fold
Half a diamond bowl
Spoon of flight
Peace for thought
Collectible platforms
Metaphase approach
Fractioned subjective slides
Schizophrenic mathematical
Blanks
Polyphonic bubble meal
Psychedelic breakfast blue
Like orbital vertex cubes
Cotton-stone vocal quake
Delighted taste
[Yummy yummy…]
NOTE: I highly recomend this poem to be read outloud with an excelent (and even excesive)
articulation of every sound. Enjoy =)
Categories:
fractioned, confusion
Form: I do not know?
Melodious kaleidoscope
of broken glass,
Its mosaic montage
consumes lost encounters;
a toasting ceremony
for what perished.
Committed specialization
expires unrewarded.
Sand dollars of short-sightedness
decorate
the exacting goddess
of broken importance.
Sliced open,
laid bare,
and reassembled,
the vintage gown
of fractioned fragments
unites again
with the society of tarts and cakes.
The time bundle
of formulated heartbeats,
pulsate
expansion and contraction
into
the altered ambiance
of passion’s fragrant fable.
Categories:
fractioned, life, loss,
Form: Free verse
Shaping my life.
Encircling strife.
Collective parellels.
Broken sea shells.
Fractioned good and evil.
Turnstile moments of repreival.
Octagons of cessation.
Stars of anticipation.
Wishes boomerang to my chest.
Rectangular mattress to rest.
Birth, life to death.
Triangular first and last breath.
Flesh filled casket, loss.
Redemption through the cross
Categories:
fractioned, faith, introspection, life,
Form: Rhyme