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Breathe On Me God
"Breathe" on me with your sweet breath O Lord
Light inspiration's "gasp" with breathy embers
Sweep out my forlorn "whisper" of melancholy
"Utter" the familiar freshness I remember.
In soft whirlwind "murmur" stir my heart
Refresh my stale swirling breath
Resuscitate my starving breath
No asthmatic wheeze of strangled death.
Let me inhale your animation
My words exhale the "sigh" of life's prophecy
Your murmuring winds clear my blocked airways
To soar on wings of breathing majesty.
Open my passages of sighing palpitation
My soul alive in eternal respiration
5-3-21
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Day after day, impossibilities do imprison the world
For many times, what I notice is the world falling apart
Haunted by the pain people ferry around,
Friends trying to grab trending practices to pass the test
But, again and again, what keeps me blooming,
Is what I acknowledge, … Heaven is watching
Sometimes, what bother me is the regrets….
Pulling the world backwards,
Sadness afflicting souls around the globe,
Making me ask, what went wrong?
As I look similar to a lost son, among missing people,
Trapped in the planet farthest away from paradise
Day and night, what I crave for, is to create a loving world,
For the world to move beyond suffering-
With hope hanging upon us all,
Everyone breathing joyously with dreams to follow…
Feeling the passion, nature has in its heart,
In taking care of all species within its ranks
Day after day, I wish I had all the answers
The key to unlock goodwill,
Plant it in the lives of ordinary people,
For sometimes, I only perceive unfairness rolling within the storm,
But I have seen love knocking on peoples’ homes….
With joy and happiness calling everyone by name
Day after day, I look beyond the river with cheering face,
Seeing faith flourishing through the universe,
And prayer penetrating deeper into people’s lives
Hoping to transform shapes of the world….
Decorate the settings with bright flowers-
In a world free from tormenting memories,
For many times, I have seen kindness in the neighbourhood
Humanity going back to its roots,
To resuscitate and hold on to its precious thoughts….
To rebuild and safeguard its legacy …
… Day after day
There will come a time, at any age
When I will no longer grace this page.
That’s when I will be out of rhyme.
At any age, there will come a time.
An unwritten absence, you see, to be exact.
I will leave everything on Soup intact.
The only difference, there won’t be me.
To be exact an unwritten absence, you see.
To remember me, do a good deed.
Do it for someone who is really in need.
Don’t resuscitate me, let my soul go free.
Do a good deed to remember me.
When I am lying there covered with a sheet.
Give my heart to a man who’s own does not beat.
Give all my organs to those that need a spare.
Covered with a sheet when I am lying there.
Give my eyes to that girl, she’s not seen flowers.
My ears to a boy who hears silence for hours.
Give science my brain to study and unfurl.
She’s not seen flowers, give my eyes to that girl.
If there’s something you must bury, let it be every fault.
My impatience and envy and failure to exalt.
My bigotry and unkind thoughts of an adversary.
Let it be every fault, If there’s something you must bury.
Who believes in
zombies,
the ugliest
creatures
someone invented
to spread fear?
There are human
beings who actually are!
See them walk
through dark alleys
and quite streets,
stumping on
sidewalks,
staring people in
the eye like a
walking dead!
Who made up the word,
" Zombie " ?
A writer we assume...
is it folklore?
No, this conception
is rooted in voodoo belief;
how can they go into corpses
and resuscitate them?
The real ones roam night streets:
the cocaine addict, the drunk,
and the murderer;
if it were Halloween,
we wouldn't pay much attention,
thinking that most kids
wear costumes like that!
Be careful walking alone at night ,
don't let fright make you imagine
that corpses are animated by zombies
who enter their bodies....
you'll have nightmares!
Written by Andrew Crisci
on 10/26/2013
She has a tattoo on her breast
Hates when you touch her nipples
Foreplay just yesterday's lies
Black underwear, her hidden disguise
No use playing the love card
That died with the last affair
Now she’s one of the free
Two people lying in bed
Exploring the no-go zones
Checking the exit
Looking backwards
He tries to show love
But stone hearts
Clothe themselves in armour
Screaming the screams, of
yesteryears
She has a tattoo on life
Stamped deep inside
That reads
Don’t break glass in emergency
Don’t resuscitate
The cold wind bit right through her
But it didn’t really matter
They were evenly matched
Well, at least for a time
It was the identifying feature
On her breast
The Tattoo..
I felt like just another and I knew it,
Hated myself but was forced to go through it.
I knew illness and self-disgust were the forces making me do it,
Leaving me with negative feelings and emotions to prove it.
Constantly wondering why I was making myself do it,
Yet here I was, allowing my person to resuscitate but I blew it.
I TAKE A BREATH
I’d be quickly reassured by my thoughts it’s because I’m a monster,
Edibl-y consumed, I’m an imposter.
Forcing my beat and bruised body to no longer halter,
I will continue to give in to life’s disgusting consumptions faulter.
Is Love Enough?
Like Sand Colonies Parallel the Shores of the Sea
Sweet Flowers's Nectar Attracting the Honey Bee
Everything Seemingly Gravitates to this Love
Is love Bitter Sweet?
Standing In the Way Of Love's Trajectory
Wounded
Pierced By a Spelled Ritual Dagger
Bleeding Distress, Tears Of Rubies
What is the Aquarian New Moon Whispering to Me In Cool Breeze
Serenade Of Change, Acknowledging The Answers to My Petitions
Can Love Save Me?
The Dark Moon Melodic Amor Fati
This Love Remains So Mysterious and Unfolding...Blossoming
From the Furnace into Lake Magma
Purified Igneous Obsidian, Blemish Free
Ignite
Set Ablaze In Desire and Curiosity
Ashes of Stagnation and Charred Fears
Blown Away by The Breathe Of Dark Moon Mistress
Will Love Resuscitate Me?
She Sang....Amor Fati
Blinded
Obscured Visions, My Shadow Abandoned Me In The Shade
Blinded By Love's Blinding Light, Shattered Facades
Will Love Gift Me Sight? What Will I See?
Is Love The Wind The Eagle Intimately Depends
To Find Comfort In the Middle of the Storm
Tossed in the Tumultuous Tempo Of The Winds Of Change
Will Love Shelter Me?
The Dark Luna Mistress Winked Her Slanted Silvery Eye
and Sighed
Cool Notes Carried on Airy Wings of Change
Her Soothing Melody Casting Sincerity
Embrace Love With Gratitude, Fate and Hope Your Persistent Company
Embrace The Dark Night, Love Is All There is And Intended To Be.
Amor Fati.
She.
Serenity’s relief adheres to alabaster sleep from the rivers own pale fruit.
There is majesty in the tides annihilation that polishes cheek and lip.
A smile as slight as sanctity anoints reflections saturated, ineffable.
Not even her amused sediment mask could locate her distant shore.
She.
A blink gives birth to locked gaze that gorges itself upon the unblemished.
Possession thickens the surging blood that flows only for the unknowable.
He cannot resuscitate, cannot embrace what has drowned, drifted.
So, she holds him while he presses plaster to eye, mouth, and nose.
She.
Preserving fleeting pores that gape beneath the thunder of the adoring gaze.
Seraphic visage is captured and crafted with his heartbroken perpetuity.
Confessions of devotion wash up on empty banks and sink into blackened silt.
Lonely as a legend she leaves him and walks silently into deaths duplication.
Into your Hideout
The ruins of my mind
The bombed out places so so unkind
Lost you in the haze of hells fire
Bombs making humanity expire
I have dreams they call out as nightmares
You are running away from your fears
Amongst such destruction and horrors
A borrowed bicycle your only escape
Yet here I am, and you know not the truth
I am alive, and running, just as you
Through the ruins of this city so destroyed
I am chasing you, and screaming, stop my love
Stop, arête no more need to run
The enemies and nightmares ran out of guns
That day when the sky rained barrels and bombs
Wounded, I survived, our love kept me alive
In the deepest of dreams, I hear your screams
Love please know soon, we will be in the sun eating ice-cream
I will never stop my endless pursuit
Of finding you my love, my wife, my meaning of this strife
I shall find your hideout in the depths of hells fears
We two shall resuscitate our hearts, humanities fools
For all the terror, the war and hate
One day me and you shall smile at lovers garden gates
My blood is yours, my veins joined to your soul
No soldier shall stop us, from our hopes and loves ultimate goal
When I sit caressing your hair in the shelter of hidden despair
The hideout no longer needed
Us lovers, together, finally in gods sun and the fresh air
Dedicated to all the innocent victims of the horrors in Syria
I would like to thank a fellow poet, for her support, encouragement and exchanging of ideas, Casarah Nance. I was discussing how often music inspires my writing, and was sharing some favorite songs with her, when this idea came up.
At the same time, tonight we had a workshop on www.baffn.biz #Poetry room, and I would like to also thank Tim, Casarah, Jan, Maverick, Halil, Samantha, Armand, Keith and Joe for the wonderful comments and suggestions. Great to see poets encouraging other poets. That’s how it should be!
It’s like I wear 10 masks at once,
And they’re always changing,
rearranging,
Without my consent
It’s all in my head
Sometimes my brain shakes,
Too many motions, too much-
Shut down,
And I just shake.
Nerves quiver,
Brain shivers
As I try to breathe
Words flow my mind
Yet I can’t speak-
Sometimes my angels spit things out
Sometimes I want my own voice
To be heard
Fly away like a bird
From this body,
This brain God gave me
But my whole life one person
They made my life clear
That despite all this noise,
All this hate in the world,
If you live your life happy,
You find peace in yourself-
And that’s what my mom taught me
Believe in myself
Even when I have moments completely alone
Anyone can listen but I’m never truly heard
Like echos in the forests
That reverberate
My only love, my heart-
Take my heart, resuscitate
How can it be
the one who believed
Is set free?