This world illudes us
Like a mirage enticing;
Still, we cling to it.
Categories:
illudes, life, light, loss, love,
Form: Haiku
Graze by space, breathe of obsolesce
To reach ends; loose gasps espy
Down hazy firmaments crash poise
Bestrew thoughts asunder, sunk in levity
Dust fervid of the stars; it burns thee
Respite it sowed, deprave by night
Down the deep, quiet all I see
Clean of root and soot, shunned by the light
Free of respire, out with thine satire
Toy rust of age, fades a soiled visage
Prune this heart of mine, a heart ill with desire
Quelled with depths, trace mine shooting vestige
Mind illudes self, truth eludes mind
To the ends my soul travails, here my body end
Categories:
illudes, anxiety, depression, poetry, stress,
Form: Rhyme
Time tells if caterpillars fly
Time tells when they become butterflies
What do the become, flies?
And time limits their fly
What do they tell in time
The judge to tell is time
Oh! How they cherish the warm
Of the sun to fly
Should they be tamed
And taken care of
But they cannot fly
If they are cold
How beautiful time time their fly
Without mouth butterflies taste
With their feet butterflies taste taste
The waters in their bodies remains
With their skeleton outside
And butterflies do not dry out
Oh! How beautiful time makes them
Their transparent wings their tiny scales coloured
To see red- yellow-green
That illudes our eyes
Are there butterflies in human?
Only time shall tell the tales
When they start to fly
And as time given them
Flamboyantly they fly
That calls attention
Should they cause and onlooker accident!
Oh! No not accident
They fly towards the right
And definitely the right direction
The caterpillars fly in time!
Categories:
illudes, butterfly,
Form: Free verse
When love lies in a crypt unnamed
And it's fire lives on lips untamed
And the wild fury wakes from it's sleep
to find the who or what it seeks
With thirst and hunger of the starving
Armed with strength men find alarming
and the valor of a silent knight
Antisipating whatever unknown fight
built for battle and not for flight
Searching both the days and nights
for the thing that illudes the sight
Made of love and things measured
identified by hopes and things treasured
Found only by the eyes of the soul
to satisfy an insatiable goal
Where only grace can intercede
and the lonely has met its chosen seed
To give to it's own special need
That one of which the dreamer dreamt
That angel for whom the eyes have wept
The secrets that one's heart has kept
All fulfilled to the deepest depth
To the place where inspiration ferried
and to the person imagination carried
All wrapped in things called thought
Inescapable this thing where it's caught
My heaven, where my paradise is you
My perfect, is everything you do
My soul has found its rest
with love, that turned my crypt into a nest
With you, my soul has been blessed
with peace, and this is happiness.
Categories:
illudes, dream, fantasy, hero, love,
Form: Rhyme
Sharp ivory brushes my torso
Pain, but pleasure’s persistent
A flash of boredom that coinsides
With
Saliva and other
Suspitions.
Answers lay just beyond
Splashes of color and
Juxtaposed likenesses
My squealing snout hides me
And my pink flesh exposes
But covered with fiery illusion
From days in a ring of fire
My voice illudes as inconceivable
As it is
I illogically continue
Desbite negative notions
Thrashing in dark waters
A serpent lies in wait
Biding time, to set me straight
Categories:
illudes, dedication
Form: Personification
Reflection in the mirror.
It couldn't be anymore clearer.
I look past this reflection.
Hidden behind the flesh.
A bloody mess.
Can you tell me something?
How can a heart still beat when it's beyond beaten?
I know I can't take this life for granted.
Can't waste a second.
What do you do when your lungs hurt to breathe?
What do you do when every day you wake up to grieve?
Finding solitude only in the form of an alcoholic beverage.
Drinking in this poison that illudes your mind.
Feeling worthless, just wanting to pass the time.
Look at yourself!
You're filling a void, an empty space.
Believing that this allusion in your mind will replace.
Everything you ever loved.
You're destroying yourself.
Nothing can take the place of what's left.
When will you realize that?
I know your heart has been broken.
I know you feel like your love has been stolen.
Looking in the mirror, a broken reflection.
Tired of the lies.
Are you dead or alive?
You're killing yourself everytime you take another drink.
So open your eyes and give yourself time to think.
Don't bury yourself in a constant state of hate.
Put the bottle down, before it's a second too late.
Categories:
illudes, depression, passion, recovery from...,
Form: Lyric