Long Oblivions Poems
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In shadow's tomb—
A dim, aimless flicker...
Void's grip, timeless
claims all.
Fantomsound: life's song is just a cognition in the null.
Rain, pain—
Stardust, dust, flesh
patternless on oblivions loom.
Decay's dance a molderwaltz,
Fingers grasp at phantoms
no hope
Peace in the abyss's open arms. Not…
Unveiled—darkness, despair's shroud
enigma's veil.
Hearts, no soul, toll; unpaid.
Dreams surrendered.
Woe's tale on wastesphere's icy breath.
Void's sigh,
Sun bleeds on the endless fight.
Souls adrift, yearning
churning, burning
Accept, the void's silent
starlit song mute.
From nothing, is nothing, in nothing /
to nothing, for nothing
Fade to black...
It speaks of loss and vermilion
It speaks of everything and eternity
Shadows reek of dead things n burnt dreams
Shadows hide the faces of the world
The truth from the light, the madness
In houses of civility, things of industry
In the deepest night, shadows linger, creep
Shadows cover our misbegotten deeds
It speaks of loss n suffering
All hidden things in plain sight
Of oblivions needs, righteous creed
Shadows speak; truth where lies flower
Shadows speak, righteous riddles
Shadows reek of decay, lost power
It speaks of the past in vermilion hues
It speaks of everything, eternity n deities
Shadows reek of dead things n burnt leaves
Shadows hide the faces of the world, sublime!
I can tell you that the edge of oblivion is a
comforting place for the wise
Oblivious to the wondering eyes of the layman
that watch, things are seen just as they are
All it takes is a few steps on par with the others
& before you know it, you're in the void
At this point of no return, there's no space to
renig as you've come too far to turn back
You must now face the affronts perpetrated upon
the self as these acts of
friendly fire help to destroy true identity
Quickly burn these bridges with a passion & prove
your affinity to the flame that
spurred you to that point
The joint venture was sparked by the light & dark
parts of you
in order for both to get the others
point of view
It's the edge that shows us who we are inside
& who we need to be
if only we're willing to take those steps
to be free
You see, the inner eye never lies but it can be
deceived by eyes on the outside
looking in
I invite you to go within & look upon oblivion
with eyes steeped in truth,
as this is where all truth lies & all bets are hedged
If there's one place you can visit to find yourself
it's oblivions edge
for losing yourself completely in its nothingness
allows you to embrace its true essence
which is wholeness
It is a tale of love
concerning an event
of a story once
upon a time beholden
nature as it is
couldn't resist such a mystery
the forests, rivers moon and mountains
were resonating to consternations
of which site once upon found
if it were a golden search
the world would have been reporting
a narration may be concerning her own
ah! life were seeming to the side
of the air, like a new fangle adventure
was it all a beating of a true love?
nobody would tell
since the earth as it is
couldn't be rounded to such ersatz
nor all trees and their leaves
could in any way be lost to oblivions
no, nor horizon heavy with our
dreams could relinquish so far
to demand of tis a feeling
no bird, no catapillar, no termite
ever has a merit or ectacy and easness
to fancy so
now it is asked "what is the fate of such
a contemporary?" the answer is to faint
sooner or later with a tower
of a next rainbow coloured still love kind.
Joys of Spring
An onset of early spring,
Benevolence floats in air,
Colours full of romance,
Dancing greens to trance,
Eternal bliss !
Flowers bloom to enchant,
Golden millets of wheat,
Happiness will surely greet,
Iridescent bow in sky,
Jazzy kids jiggle,
Kites fly up so high,
Lovers craving for meets,
Meddle into the streets,
Natter and laugh out loud,
Oblivions the talk of the town,
Passion in heart grows,
Quaffs the sorrows,
Reminisce and reveal,
Salients of joy unveil,
Thrive to show the zeal,
Unending positivity,
Vows to fill the air,
Wanderers waited out for,
Xenons at the night shout,
Yearnings ride a high horse,
Zephyr sets the perfect flair !!
Written Feb 22nd, 2015
For Shadow's contest
Awarded 2nd place win
Now for Linda's contest " Any poem contest #33 "
Now for Shadow's "Abecedarian" contest
Not long ago when the summers seemed warmer and the winters were whiter. When the trees grew crown of leaves bright, a transparent green. Then tossed them to the ground for a little while. In piles of amber, crimson and umber. Before the earth was asleep in the frosty blanket of white. The trees all barren. Brittle with ice. While above the fire place sat the greetings of a wonderful season.
As embers popped and sizzled you sat and stared at the flickering flames. You would talk of pictures that play in the dying flames. The demons you saw or other worlds you claim. Danced in the weaving flames. The tongues would lick and sway. Snap and brake. The spires of candle flames would show you kingdom's of the soul. The shadows would move in a seismic rhythmic trance. In wakening dreams you would see people walking past a bright sun dappled days, by a pond you would sit watch and sway. Not make a whisper. You would sing to yourself, long lost melodies. Staring at the bright dabbled ray of sun pooling in your hands.
Seeing something not of this plain. You would say you saw the oblivions back yard. Endless Horizons afar! Then nod into sleep. Your head would tilt. All time turns. The world swam in the hearth. You would only watch. Your hands never idle even for a little While. Those hard cracked hands. Time runs like sand through pur broken fingers. When the storms would come and gently rumble the house. You would tilt your head and look skyward, you would hear the silent drops of distant rain. Water falling on the eaves of the house.
You would nod your head in it's absent rhythm and watch it streak the window pain. While you clenched your brittle hands. Flexed there pale fingers tentatively. But that was years ago. Now you ride and play in the distance fields in the backyards of long ago. Your eyes are vacant. Your hand are hard, your arms are crossed. No more nights of watching the fire or listing to dabbling rain.
No more catching pools of sun rays. You are now grown past this world, lost to this wide universe. You are in a man's final season, his great Winter on earth. At last your hands are healed, still, resting at peace. The idle hands of Jacob. The ruined hands of humanity.
Oranges and oil
old smells like burning wires
Black cryptic desires
An iron hand upon the velvet
oranges and oil
static noise white hot glows
Softly in the night
Ominous
opulence
oblivions volume
even higher
oranges and oil
Blue oxygen runs
onyx tubes
brighter memories expire
An old man
a dying prize fighter
Conspires
An Eminence of oranges and oil
As objects
ornate
Obsolete
regulate
tangled in Barbwire
oranges and oil
a burnt smell
like twisted wires
deep infinite fire
visions of white noise glows lighter
Of oblique imagery resonates
An old man with an iron hand
Wrapped in velvet fire
Memories desire
as objects oily
with afterthoughts
designates
detonates
resonates
With essences old
Of oranges and oil
I sit and watch the twilight
In vaulted heaven burns brittle stars
I feel the rush of wind
It cares the ash of pine
I feel the movement of the earth
In rivers of darkness flow
I feel the cosmic birth
How fragile we are
I know the tilt of the universe
In seas of oblivions void
I touch the ground it trembles
I see what is in between the fragments
In moments beyond thought
I see echoes of images from afar
How fragile we are
I taste the abstract firmament
I watch the collapse of a neutron star
In coldest nights of darkest wind
I feel the ties that bind slip away
It carries the filaments of decay
I know the passage of soul
How fragile we all are
In movements of the metronome
In oceans of reality
I feel the slipping away
I wish I could stay
In the aftermath of life
I see how fragile we all are
At times coming unglued
delaminated
Strands separating
vaguely holding their shape
I breathe in the breath of delirious spirits
swimming in circles around a splintered mind
I reach oblivions doorstep
cross the threshold
no bride in hand
yellowed fabric clinging to palms
I look out empty windows
reflecting the light of expended stars
I dream colored memories in spurts of black and white
draped over yesterdays celebrations
candles burnt at both ends
cakes with no surprises
Medals long tarnished
glitters that were never gold
Looking at darkened perspectives lit in the corners of my mind
wishing I could understand the point
blocks used to build knock down buildings
is anything made to last
what truly exists beyond a cybernetic world
keyboards stretched along distant desks
searching for answers
revealed stroke by stroke
interconnecting the unconnectable masses
Minds intertwined
grasping
at times coming unglued
I had another poet Marquis ask me to critique one of his poems and I suggested that if a line in the poem was not worthy of writing another poem he should consider taking it out. as a result I took a line from the poem I wrote for Drake and gave it a try, this is the result. My other poem was titled "Contorshinist's Test"
Crying, screaming, blaming?
It's never your fault
Irk beneath is flaming
And outpouring daunt
Close your eyes, hey goddess
And let it burn
Open them again
And behold them burn
The avarice in their lusty eyes
The etch itching the soul
Restlessness, rancour, anger
Hurl them on
There's no forgiveness
Profuse or profound
Tormenting the pigeon white
A sin to be bound
Stand with resilience
Confront them
There's no prince in oblivions
Just your fire, prodigious
Blistering aura
Freezing contempt
Mind stuck there
Eyes wide open
Staring at hemlock
Breaking the sunlight
Midst dark canopies
You got to rise
Vengeance creeping
Shivers down the spine
Misty lashes
caging Tears of divine
Goosebumps down the knees
Feet leaving the ground
Shame to discern
And confront their eyes
Loneliness or solitude
Never a concern
She's out to hunt
In crown of fern
Run or die
There's no escape
Not to lie
She's a tigeress in rage
Revive your turmoil
There's no other hell
You made her do it
Now, there's no dispel
Her hunger of abhorance
Will chew you one by one
Look up and take a glance
Bloodshot eyes and fury imbued
Impending destruction
Pay the price
They say don't bother An angel
before thinking thrice
You summoned the devil
Insurmountable whose wrath
Keep falling in the pitch
Until you meet your death