I Silently sipping the last limping remains of wine
within the crumbling confines of my glass.
guiltlessly glistening in the amorous arms of evergreen.
Lonesomely, my eyes lift themselves
up from my blackened
blue brass bottle of bitterness
and gradually grows aware
of the arid aristocratic atmosphere.
Lustered with the luminous larks
who lurk within the numbing neon
nature of the iridescent nightlife.
But among these unfruitful flocks
feebly flutters the faint fanciful feathers of the frigid finch.
Who still sternly staggers his weakened way through the
world’s wishful
word woven woodlands of what if towards the eternally
terminal edge
of mortality.
In search of an answer
patiently perched upon the topic of
what light lingers within the relieving realms of truth.
Categories:
lonesomely, bird, life, longing, night,
Form: Alliteration
My heart wanders lonesomely, a solitary DOVE.
Tenderly your touch has carefully
Taken care of me.
Oh, happily your precious finger tips
have promised me unhampered desire
And ecstasy, LOVES OF JOY
This darling day it brings me all the way
Especially a special spacious GRACIOUS the
cautious heart, taking careful ways an
Honorable trust.
It is to much so much I am bursting
As such is such, I am thirsting in an anxious
Way feverishly on this blazing day.
I hunger alot, a hunger alive and strong
Do you love me or not for then I may conquer
The heart of another
Yes, you forgot love is a WASTING flower if
You do not care for it will surely expire.
Categories:
lonesomely, care, feelings, hurt, i
Form: Sonnet
Even if its a world apart
Even if time shall not present
The day you stole my heart
Was the beginning to see my life end
I did not fall… but I tried
Maturity has kept me somehow as a whole
Faith however has lonesomely died
Simply to live becomes the hardest to withhold
Cheating myself of happiness I could see
I cannot see myself more real or more alive
Without the faintest clue to ever once more be
I begin once more to live yet another lie
Born to serve the rights and wrongs
We are not to live as we feel
If everyone has always somewhere to belong
Perhaps then, we need not start life anew
Time never presents
We only feel… we only start
Simply a beginning for the end
The day you stole my heart
Categories:
lonesomely, love,
Form: Rhyme
Let them say I was a simple, stubborn person,
hypersensative or insensative, a dispenser of partial justice,
a person of particular patience,
may those who encountered me in moments of bliss or blight,
in instances of charity, charisma or condemnation speak of me ruefully & beautifully,
some will surely say that I was apolitical, asexual, atypical,
an atheist an animist, a racist or an altruist, a want to be soldier,
a combatant for my liberty,
others, I suppose, that I was selfish as sin,
courteous like kindness, and furious as a frustrated phantom,
maybe they'll say I was gay or anticompliance,
I do not dare require truth, fact or fiction from my bifurcated biographers,
I only ask for their breath,
their rosey & ruse recollections of my life so stark,
let them say that they knew me,
let them say that I lived,
that I lived lovingly, lonesomely, and learnedly,
let them witness my reality like laughter in the dark -
J.A.B.
Categories:
lonesomely, atheist, happiness, introspection, me,
Form: Epitaph
The spirit that cares no longer,
Has yielded for change.
Without mind nor soul
It seizes to remain the same.
To rectify the times of the precedent:
Would amend its existence.
It’s a parrot’s broken limb,
Useless in till cured.
While the Parrot adapts to the break
For it will eventually heal:
The spirit,
Is left alone once more.
The misty figure,
Wanders lonesomely
Whilst longing for closure.
Constantly hiding the fact,
That it desires comfort
When its world is closing in.
Quit your whining and don’t give
Up. In till your last breath is taken
Alive not dead for its to late to
Come back to try again.
Categories:
lonesomely, depression, imagination, longing,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
When someone just has given up
The spirit that cares no longer,
Has yielded for change.
Without mind nor soul
It seizes to remain the same.
To rectify the times of the precedent:
Would amend its existence.
It’s a parrot’s broken limb,
Useless in till cured.
While the Parrot adapts to the break
For it will eventually heal:
The spirit,
Is left alone once more.
The misty figure,
Wanders lonesomely
Whilst longing for closure.
Constantly hiding the fact,
That it desires comfort
When its world is closing in.
Quit your whining and don’t give
Up. In till your last breath is taken
Alive not dead for its to late to
Come back to try again.
Categories:
lonesomely, life, longing,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
When I spend my days,
Dreaming of you babe,
My lonely heart says,
I really do miss you babe,
In a special way,
Of Knowing I love you,
My mind spins away,
Babe, in daydreams of you,
In daydreams of you babe, so lonesomely blue,
In loves precious way, I'm missing you,,
My heart's in a phase, mind's in a swirl,
Spinning away, daydreaming of you girl,
Daydreaming of you,
From the bottom of my heart,
I'm missing you plays,
A lonely part,
And loving you,
From the bottom of my heart,
Is so lonesomely blue,
'cause we're miles apart,
In daydreams of you babe, so lonely and so blue,
In loves special way, I'm kissing you,
My heart's in a phase, mind's in a whirl,
Spinning away, daydreaming of you girl.
Categories:
lonesomely, love, son, song-lyricmissing, lonely,
Form: Romanticism
I am the King of Empty Lands,
Where sunlight westers and then subsides,
And drips its purpling blue before it hides
Below horizons with violet rays.
As dusk diminishes the reds to greys
I pace my ruined parapet and sing.
I am the King of Empty Lands,
And I sing languid and lonesomely
Of pomp and emperies of Used-to-Be,
And fierce crusades out to the world’s far edge,
And then the leather-shielded driving wedge
Of fiends whose blades we soon were bloodying.
I am the King of Empty Lands,
And I hear spears on castle stones below…
My guards are slain! I am the last, I know,
And still I sing upon the evening air,
Indifferent if brutes ascend my stair—
I crave oblivion their axes bring!
1977
Categories:
lonesomely, adventure, history, nostalgia,
Form: Verse