Long Mazed Poems
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A Mazed Mind
Thoughts manifest and harbor within
Boiling like a kettle bursting at the lid...
When the whistle blows now uncontrollable
Actions become actions no longer affordable...
Elevated emotions mix up all your chemistry
Taking perfect lines and twisting telemetry...
When the dots disconnect leaving an open void
The Architect turns Addict becoming paranoid...
Instructions become a labyrinth of complete dead ends
Turning left, turning right directions won't comprehend...
Losing control the mind slips now unable to stand up straight
Sitting flat on your **** waving goodbye to all those you hate...
bmdavey@08/31/16
God will do anything possible to grant us our request
He hears us
We have to trust that he knows and hearkens to our longing
It may not be today
Or even tomorrow
But it will come
In His time
But He will give them
He hears even a fleeting thought
Unspoken yearning
Hope, aspiration
He cares for them all
He will craft them in His mazed amazement
That He will do for His humankind
He is God
Alone, unequaled
Incomparable, matchless, unparalleled
Unrivaled, unsurpassable, inimitable
He is all
He knows all
And He will take care of business
Ours
So never fear
Doubt, lose faith
Hope in Him
The Creator, The Author of Our Faith
The I Am, the Great Shepherd, The Light of the World
Yond odd orb apared asp cruised crawl
'f hurled hymns hoisted sanity sprawl;
'f cherubic sways marred mercies crave -
t' savor sumptuous stray sanct'ty sprayed.
Ah! Wanky winds bore sewn syll'bles -
furred fabrics meshed b' tide's lips dribbled.
Quav'ring quake teased apt awe - ruined rage;
cramped Cynthia cum azure 'neath raved.
"Seekest what you, ho!", fabrics rent.
Scurried for agora - paunch spelled,
asp basked 'n awe mocked hampered haste's rage;
quiv'ring quotient quoth bruised ire rained.
B' sassy sulphur writ 'n th' Rex visage,
baked was apared asp - mission mazed.
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Note:
a) Of inky intrusion.
b) Written apace with Middle English lexis:
i) Yond - beyond
ii) Apar - armadillo
iii) Asp - snake
iv) Cynthia - moon
v) Azure - unclouded sky
vi) Paunch - stomach
vii) Quoth - said
viii) Ire - anger
ix) Writ - written
x) Rex - King
xi) Visage - face
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) 'f - if
ii) t - to
iii) b' - by
iv) 'neath - beneath
v) 'n - in
vi) b' - by
vii) 'n - in
viii) th' - the
d) Poet's vocabulary:
i) Ah - Behold
ii) Ho - Tell me.
You are a mild hesitation, generating bold question.
In your bed, under cover, you become a distracted lover.
In your heart of emotion, say -- am I your slightest notion?
A simple walk with you endangers my penciled, perfect view.
With fists, I attempt holding all that uncertainty flies
before looking in your eyes of such vague, scattered tries.
Am I your any place … does my touch leave any trace?
Gray skies, sad sighs and sensual thrills vary heat of will.
My desire to see truth yearn, stretches to see you turn.
Gentle lavender-laced, fancy dreams hang on low rafters.
They offer ease of capture - now winds may lay them blown
cause your cupid air dancers twirl aloof in passion’s cologne.
Do gray skies, sad sighs and sensual thrills tarry now to kill?
In your heart of emotion, do you stir honesty’s notion?
A simple walk with you endangers my penciled, perfect view.
Am I your any place …. do you see precious on my face?
You are a mild hesitation, generating bold question …
and, baby, I’m a slooow burn, baby,
I'm … just a slooow burn.
Ripples shadow-sway across waves, casting gray over days.
Vague gauze designs play tag inside multi-mazed blinds.
Feeling comes and goes, slides and grows, I’m tossed ..........
you twist, but -------
..… mostly I’m a slooow burn.
the mirror warped at the sight of her distorted face
condensed tears spoke louder than thundering words
‘swoosh’ and down went another part of her soul
tore apart the bevelled edges and smeared her grin
a window paned groaned when it reflected the image
mould began to ache at the frame of moist darkness
‘follow me to the heart of despair and you must listen’
but the cacophony only heightened the sense of foul smell
stench oozed from margins of trance and transcended
purulent voices shouted at scars to rejoice and applaud
screams hammered the nails into her flesh at the cross
reverie to nightmares dazed a suspended anticipation
of fear hallucinating cobwebs in apathetic labyrinths
mazed anger disguised as sorrow as they cut into flesh
once a sweet passion fruit now rusty corrosion splashed
her skin and pierced hope as it uttered ‘don’t let me go’
a silent and frightening retreat unfastened a dream catcher
lost bare threads falling on deaf ears blasted delusions
small feathers of resolve budged under duress and floated
until her looking glass shattered into one hundred pieces
the shards screeched unwilling to form a mosaic of relief
resembled her broken façade lacerated skin and reflections
and yet somehow the sensation felt like a puncture of dread
the childhood princess had reached rock bottom and wept
‘do not hurt me Daddy I am immaculate and innocent’
‘Mom why don’t you protect me with unblemished care’
yet bleeding into night terror and sheets only wet his abuse
until she realized she was the victim and not guilty or at fault
when she grasped fragments of recollections and scraps
aimed the splinters at where they came from and sliced
into her parents’ evil rape of her vulnerable juvenescence
they died a painful death and she finally imagined a future
01st November 2020
To have lived this life I’ve led and followed, to have given, to have received, and not forgotten what trespassed, remorse has ran its course. Our ancients DNA, and futures generation from me giving way. It was what on earth I was born for. Choices have been made, patterns set, pounded dogs on obstructed pavement met, trekking through jungle’s wilds, and massive labyrinths. I am not the same as before, and possibly ever shall be again. It all seems small. A dimensional me lingers, as well it should, as a reminder of the unfree, mazed in confinements adrift. I sit in a cloud amongst the other clouds, weighing heavily, measuring my myself, maturity, legacy, releasing ego's symptoms, until I acknowledge me, [karma] slowly shall I ascend into its black hole. Set in perpetual motion, an abstract me. I look back with open eyes, wide awake and I begin a new journey, a journey
of all journeys. To keep on path...
...let open your eyes
self-redeemed, shakabuked _/\_
broken & subdued
Lost in echoes of darkened time
dampened, dithering, dazed
wet withered witches mime a dime
fearful, I’m mazed or crazed
Calling Divinity, voicebox shut
eyelids glued, nostrils stuffed
lips zipped with copper thread
eardrums worrisome waned
Where are chiming confluent clocks
highways and internet ?
shadows dim whisper, “badly blocked,
pointless you bet, get set !”
Surely I paid every debt
learnt my lessons very well
trusted faith, no futile fracas
rose from every slothful rut ~
LOST, part of adventurous life
to find own lucid laws
undoing inner sceptic strife
opens all barred doors …
Silver-lined clumps of cloud fleet floats away
End-summer splendor shines in ashen sky
Pairs of joyful birds bathe in the blue bay
The fall’s footsteps trace hued track on the sly
Ember meadow wears crown of diamond dew
Mesmeric dawn gleams finesse of dream glow
Blazing garden path gets paved with gold new
Empty tree boughs shed bronze leaves rustling slow
Relined spent sun in satin sky sets fire
Falling night sprouts sapphire stars shining bright
Amazed, I roam with mind soaring higher
Long to absorb the moondust with delight
Lilting crisp air spreads out ripples of cheer
Songful my heart hasn’t found yours so much near
The moon cast shadows down the hill
The stars shuddered the night was still
Even the breeze cared make no sound
The still lake mirrored heavens bound
She walked mimicking the moonlight
In moonbeams strode past my mazed sight
Beauty vexing the ageless stars
Healing a heart laid rough with scars
But in her passing chances waste
Dumbstruck and stilled; I made no haste
To make approach, or call out to
Her light dimmed, her moonbeams withdrew
The hillside awoke with wonder
In the distance cracks of thunder
The trees spake in rustles the brakes
The lake awoke in rolling wakes
Not only was my bruised heart healed
Her passing woke the sleeping field
Though I saw, it was all in vein
My lips would not part, nor words feign
All the hillside seemed suffer strange
What sorcery has such a range
What heavenly beauty we’ve seen
Could this be the goddess Selene?
No other glean could I thus make
No wiser part of me could shake
The deep found knowing of this truth
My heart and eyes as in their youth
The day may come, but hold the night
Within me glows the breathless sight
As all the hillside bore with me
Captivated by her beauty