Long Lava Poems
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I promise I would be a good girl when I go out into the world, I promise to stay out of trouble and return home in a hurry. I promised never to play in the street or walk barefoot, I promise I would stay in school and complete the semester and when the climate changed, I promise to graduate and study at the university.
It’s seems like yesterday when I utter such word when I was at play. I was thirteen and you were thirty-three and I always looked up to thee. You have always encouraged me to hold my head high and never look into ground that hold the dust of shame to its core, and the molten lava spewing through the hole and entering the spot where the disgraced soldier, conceptualize the plot.
I can still hear those words ringing in my ears as I walk the path that everyone fears, it is the moment of truth that is embedded in my youth and the ordeal I encountered on life’s journey comes back to remind me.
I could tell from the start that you are a heart breaker and the season come to remind me that the fault is within me and love is my destiny; when the autumn is done and winter comes along and the snow starts falling, it will fill the lakes and the trees, the ocean and sea and you will come and dance with me.
We will do the river dance on the roof and do the fire dance in a circle, then we will roll in the snow and touch each other dignity, and Boston and Richmond will come alive, Baltimore and Washington DC will take the dive, but New York and Philadelphia will ride out the snowstorm.
It seems like yesterday the climate changed and the clouds start fading away. I stood on those very steps and recited the whole chapter, I stood on that step and grasp every living character, I remember how you cast your eyeballs at me and how the mountain shook beneath the sea when you said, “will you marry me?”
“I am only thirteen, “she said, and I cannot lie in that big bed, “Yes I will marry you,” she replied, she held breath for a while and look on every side and you were still standing looking at her; then a gust of wind came, and you suddenly disappeared, and I stood on the step gazing at the wind.
The daughter's promise was fulfilled, and they walk boldly up the hill after thirty-three years in the making the universe had their blessing, the evidence is in the wind and you can hear it when you are still, winter is chiming in.
My mind simmers—
a volcano,
waiting.
Maybe it erupts,
maybe it just holds,
a silent threat behind every blink.
It takes everything—
to stay still,
to not burst
when no one else feels the fire
licking the edge of my thoughts.
Decisions burn before they’re made—
Is it right?
Am I right?
Will this moment
become another
mess to clean
alone?
Life spills like paint
no one asked for—
a blur of colors no one sees
the same way I do.
And in the haze,
I wish—
not for answers,
just for someone
who sees the smoke
and stays.
Someone who doesn’t ask
why it’s so loud in my chest.
Someone who doesn’t try to fix it
but sits beside the lava
like it’s sunlight.
Just once,
I want to erupt
and not be left
in ash.
From ~ LARGE ~ to ~ small ~
K~Konstantin had travelled the world in unbeknown searching~g
A~Ariadne lost the plot and her thread a modern Sisyphus on the run~n
R~Raised in mathematical precision he questioned logic and Pi~i
M~Meandered streams of his mind with no delta or source without fill~l
A~Archimedes had drowned in the bathtub and produced wanton spill~l
C~Cartesian logic and Newton merely kindled heated debate full of lava~a
A~Acropolis Bergen Belsen Cairo Constantinople Calcutta a firm cul-de-sac~c
L~‘Leave cause and effect behind for a while on its quest for mens sana’~a
L~‘Life happens when you follow the flow squared circles teach no realm’~m
I ~In sight of the Ganges loin cloth in hand near naked emerges a star~r
N~Nirvana does not fall from the tree but intentions and actions feed Karma~a
G~‘Go resolve not hurt sentient beings and the world will be a little less sick’~k
27th April 2018
HOURGLASS SAND
She sits alone by the candlelight, pen in hand.
Wax drips from her fingertips, like hourglass sand.
wind whispers
in
dark clouds
Mascara runs, blotting sad memory thoughts.
Turns to rage, with burgeoning crimson clots.
lava erupts
running
down mountaintop
She remembers the depth of happiness as his wife,
like a mouthwatering stew, flavored with long life.
a ladle
mixes
savory gravy
Her lovely lithesome lines, like calligraphy, graces
the dawning of vellum day, whilst her heart races.
invitations
ring
silver bells
Her lashes, her brows, her lips move with her wrist.
Then anguish, transcends good thoughts, clenching her fist.
expressions
of a
worn face
She sits back quietly, taking a moment to recollect the early days
before his sudden illness, before the medical maze.
turquoise water
of
the Caribbean
When his hands rubbed her shoulders, as she wrote.
As they enjoyed adventure, in their romantic sailboat.
forever
and
ever ago
She sits alone, as shadows meander upon the wall,
attempting to tap the best of them, before death’s call.
8/4/2017
She Sits Alone Contest
Couplet Form
Rising on island,
Mountain, with peaks of possibility,
Valley lush and green.
When my knees collapse, lightning and thunder -
Call it butterflies.
The palms warmed and cooled us, warned us, fooled us.
Explosive, our love -
Once conjoined, often drifting in the sea,
Eyes leaping with fire.
Hot Lava, Lover,
Have we been here before? You’re smoking hot!
Hearts of stone, lifting upwards, tears running,
Drifting on riffraff.
Outbreak of chortling might redirect winds.
La la…ooh…la la.
Sips of berries and pineapple; we share
Icy tropical
Attempts to cool things down; steam underfoot.
Ebb and flow of raft,
Seeking to poke embers - attentive ears.
Hot Lava, Lover,
Have we been here before? You’re smoking hot!
Collapse of civilization, in grass
Skirt, paradise shirt,
Atomic timing sans wearing a watch.
Heads buried in sand -
Lips meeting in molten-red, not passive,
Dirty and tender.
Swimming in sweep of lava lake, suntan-
Baked, gliding upwards,
Climactic eruption, falling with love.
Hot Lava, Lover,
Have we been here before? You’re smoking hot!
We ride the flume of volcanic weather,
Can’t raise the tall man,
Seek the insane chance of sane survival -
Valiancy in strife.
Man and wife seeking each other’s island -
Pieces fit just right.
Synchronic habitation, breathing room.
Volcano’s, how old?
In the end it shuts its mouth… a whisper
Hot Lava, Lover,
Have we been here before? You’re smoking hot!
I had heard about the legend of her lips,
so, at the sight of vermillion moonlight,
shimmering on turquoise ripples at twilight,
my soul ventured, craving the sighs of her sips.
Fate led towards a path of wooden shutters,
amidst the silence, silken whispers enticed,
upon her vision, all speech was sacrificed.
My heart danced like velvet butterfly flutters.
Her lips resembled two petals yearning for rain,
with an innocent blush resting on their tips,
curved liked sacred, unwritten poetic scripts,
I surrendered my muse for her kiss to drain.
They seemed to tremble, waiting to be explored.
An unspoken allurement composed through her eyes,
where she veiled a threshold of nectarous cries,
like dawn, we merged as the moon and sun adored.
In neroli mist we melted like molten gold,
lost volcanic spirits spilling in lava lust.
Her wildfire swept my senses like a spiced gust,
as hummingbirds, hummed about secrets untold.
There was a sinful sweetness in her caress.
In her sanctum, I forgot the essence of 'me,'
as her taste turned a blank page into poetry.
A rendezvous, which ylang ink cannot confess.
I can feel your warmth spreading out over me and the flickering rays from the sun stretching across the universe touching the inner core of its beauty and the morning smiling at me with dignity and love is flaming in your eyes.
I wasn’t sure which line to touch, both were crossing the upper crust, the magnetic field was so strong and the bubble that is bottled up within could last for a century, but I watched my emotion glides over the sea as I stretched out my heart to receive thee. It is that genuine smile that lights up the sky and bring us together in one place for the first time.
The anchor of the soul was not enough to contain the longing heart and so that gentle touch broke down the external barriers and at last wisdom could enter.
Oh passion of the sea, how much my heart yearns for thee, oh vision of the sky come and embrace me before my passion dies.
I can see the world standing in front of me with a giant ball bouncing at the four corners of the earth and no one wants to confront it before it explodes underneath the earth. My emotion is intact and dignity is walking up and down the track but the giant ball is about to explode if you don’t retrace and modify the code.
I have waited for hours for you to come and there was no sign of you waiting on the tarmac and time creeps slowly away forcing me to build my hopes for another day.
I lay amused in my own folly and wait patiently for the day to break, week’s transition into months and months into year leaving me stranded and bear and the message finally came telling me that the ship was attacked at sea opening more wound in sorrows but what do I have to offer to ease the burden for the trouble they encountered at sea? You have got to fight in your dignity to calm the troubled sea.
The morning is burning with the sun and the cares of live is shaking in paradise waiting on that horrific human sacrifice; many will not see the day of light again, the earth will crack and lava will run from underneath the rock and those in the Middle East will melt in temperature over four hundred degree.
You must gauge the illusion in the sun and place the giant ball in the sea to cool the temperature down; the illusion in the sun is real and the asteroid in space is drawing close to the earth
At night, when I remember our love once more,
Us, stained by the shadow that glides in, trembling beneath the gentle star,
Held tight in embrace, like two nomads under the infinite vault of pigments,
Eternally swayed by the time's carousel, in the deep of the shadow we catch.
Asleep in the heavy veil of sleep, secret and profound,
We travel in spirit on primordial paths of lava,
Whispering eternally about the calm echo that gives peace to the heart,
In dreams, we sail on an azure sea that swallows us into the vast.
And there, on the thaumaturgic beach of uncertain dreams,
In the ignorance of tomorrow, of our bifurcated presence,
We wait for love to be the alchemist, spinning lead into gold,
Yet still together, still eternal, with the end always a step away.
Our love, a painting in the shadows of Caravaggio of souls,
Does not ask to be deciphered but dreams to fly without bounds,
And if we shall wander among the days, the love that bound us,
Will perish, not beneath the starry canvases, not under the celestial spark,
But will fade in our mistake of putting it to the test.
The sun remains in a constant darkness
Lava still flowing from the ground
Nature’s revenge was ever so violent
At last, no man is left to hang around.
The gods allowed only so much destruction
Before finally having had quite enough
And then in an instant without any warning
The grounds and the skies started to erupt.
Man was a renter for a million years
But his abuses finally brought the gods to tears
It was bad enough what man did to man
But destroying earth the gods could not understand.
First a few earthquakes, scattered all about
Then some volcanoes began to spout
The gods were deaf to mankind’s shouts
For he spilt the oil that started gushing out.
The fire on the water started with a lightning bolt
Then lava poured out from the earth’s girth
The moon covered the sun for a hundred years
As the planet tried again with a brand new birth.
Go get em tiger, says my Lily flower
She makes my fire burn and turns my lips into lava
Your red strength and orange personality is more beautiful than the sunset
So, don't mind me if I just sit and stare under the aura of your sky
Waking up to your morning glory is the dream that finally came true
The drive that compliments my confidence
A good woman gives you a different kind of strength
A bold bloom of perseverance
That just smiles like a superhero content with the end
My tiger Lily grows from my heart and pokes through my t shirt
She reminds me I have a perfect love in the heartache
Because love is sacrifice learning through trials that didn't give up
Her petal kisses remind me to keep my head up
Every time she says go get em tiger
p.s. Lily did you know you were named after love?