Long Subsistence Poems
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Judgement
You light the fire, then play the victim.
It's not my fire, yet you let it burn.
Rage and pain drive you insane,
creating a parody of hypocritical lies.
Judgemental eyes ignite in fumes,
ignorant to another man's shoes.
Silent emotions
They say he shows no emotions,
yet fail to see the flow of tears,
crying from his poetic pen.
Poetry is only silent to ignorance.
It's the pain keeping him alive,
breaking all figurative chains.
He realises there is not shame,
when the sorrows of lost time,
become burdens he can't let go.
Yet the hurt makes him stronger.
She
I always knew she'd be the one,
from that novel, whose name I fail to recall.
When I read those words,
her image burst from the page.
I always thought lucidity of my imagination,
was a slightly cruel curse;
until i saw those eyes,
which moved closer in crystal definition,
merging true colours into my heart.
Even in the silence of my dreams,
I called for just one kiss from her lips.
Misunderstood muse
There won't be any poetry tonight,
nothing to say, to see nor to write.
An absence of subtle reflection in words,
become a substance of subsistence.
Confused with silent existence of timeless distance.
Insistence of your resistance,
seems like a waste of emotions,
in a false dawn of devotions.
Learn to create perfect harmonies
through simple sincere symphonies.
Then your predicament will not breed,
nor succeed in its egotistical need.
Simple Musings
Silent One
8 December 2019
I reverence you here, away from fire and grime.
Where no life claim, no earth rule, no dominion
You and I are tethered within a spiritual sublime.
Wind and seas stop inside the realm of opinion
Where no life claim, no earth rule, no dominion.
When nothing prevailed before our subsistence.
Wind and seas stop inside the realm of opinion
I admire you here, in the domain of real essence.
When nothing prevailed before our subsistence.
Ringed by embers that shatter, sear, and refine.
I admire you here, in the domain of real essence.
Where orchids bloomed amid the ash and shine.
Ringed by embers that shatter, sear, and refine.
When fall breezes carry melancholy to its abode.
Where orchids bloomed amid the ash and shine.
Where subtle veils of snow through valleys strode.
When fall breezes carry melancholy to its abode.
You and I are tethered within a spiritual sublime.
Where subtle veils of snow through valleys strode.
I reverence you here, away from fire and grime.
Written: May 06, 2022
Mantle--a fluid shelf that cradles all existence;
Soil--a table that nurtures all subsistence
Flora--a cultivated canvas that neutralizes resistance;
Fauna--a habituated benefactor of indulgence.
Wind--a mysterious force of ambivalence,
Dispersing seed and spore with diligence.
Fondling cloak that cools with benevolence;
Powerful menace that uproots with violence.
Fire, generative force imbuing hearth with resilience;
A temporal light that provides luminescence.
Warming incubator, glowing candescence,
Brooding killer scorching with indifference.
Water--a random discharge of providence.
A vast reservoir of expedience.
An enervating stream that fuels with prescience;
An extractor that disperses with each recurrence.
Immutable elements with primordial affluence;
Material objects manipulated for human ascendence.
Form:
Your words—a light to my embroidered sorrow,
Your heart—pumping in me hope for tomorrow
Your strength—an ever-shining, unassuming moon,
Reflecting a sun that shall rise very soon
In daydream despair I will always remember,
From suspenseful January, to darkened December
That pain etched deeply in my shattered soul,
As love slipped so quietly through that double door
I have waited long for a chance to express,
How much I cherish your showering grace
Never once have I not thought of you,
And the love you show that blooms our truth
You are there as fellow lovers embrace,
You cradle me in words I forever trace
Never once assuming the worse,
Healing what thrives in this bleeding verse
Glistening out for all to see, the sun gleams in on high
Though weakened, your mere subsistence pulls me to the sky
Your heart—a growing exuberance I never can ignore
Your words—a guide of gold beyond that double door
January 4, 2015
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The Hub Of The Earth, I
Some vehicle screeches toward soundless nights,
a wheel cover errant for intimacy,
as it settles midst different roadside slights.
The decreasing engine roars criminally,
pruned for a snapshot temporal existence,
the bright hub unpolishes pitilessly.
The earth's orphans coexisting subsistence,
under new suns and periodical moons,
melts in a blink of an eon insistence.
Meddling miners carved canyons, felled forest looms,
a blue world shadows as a universe watch,
sculpt mountains, charcoal skies, oily oceans, dooms.
A womb will reinvent the species that botch,
our metamorphosis cast a new sasquatch.
2021 March 13
*1st Place*
ALL YOURS (Mar 20)
~~Brian Strand
That tangible dream as perceptual touch,
the extended soul by birth anticipated so much.
Beauties fairest trade wherein all adjust itself in time,
life’s captivity for that motion fragrance to refine.
Passion as smoke and emotion glow as love’s fire,
selfless illumination become the treasure desire.
Contented with what one posses in life,
ecstasies at moments that proof that strive.
Love’s oblique by all angle create that tear,
touching a infinite generation planisphere.
Parallel individual living that us bind,
in time to gives us that rhythm to find.
Sensation and exaltation are not the same,
pleasure is the sensation to tame.
Happiness comes from divine exaltation,
and only true form of liberation.
Loving thoughts as refreshment to the mind,
love subsistence for the heart so kind.
Truth as sustenance of the soul by al might,
definition of love and its passage of rite.
I'm not abnormal
just different kind of normal
through my chambers
tantalized horse is storming
(storms make trees take deeper roots)
Dolly's vinyl began skipping
so my God put his paper hat on
that God of mine wears a paper hat
and you wear the fear the same way
we all have rooted fears
above which ingrained branches furcate
designing modular shadows to be tailored upon
yet my symmetrical reasoning
keeps on coloring that infested resonance
enveloping skin in barbed tape
hoping that loosen blood
will make a liquid embankment around integrated Thanatos
as no one ever comes forward to the bleeding ones
but human embodiment is a marvel
like river it breaks its way through to the subsistence
so harbored will of mine constructed a timber
upon which singleness can find its rest
until encounters her similarly aberrant soil
It dwells not in any trade
but,
in a destined market.
Think of a distance market
Rather,
it blesses a close by shop.
Whitish and glowing
Just like cotton strands
'Aje' is feminine.
Her visitation to your abode
suites exactly like couples
first night.
The bride releases herself to the betrothed.
Wisdom and intelligence is required
while she stays.
'cause the wise controls everything.
Whilst 'Aje' lives with you
Don't hurry, be patients
'cause patience leads in characters
God of Wealth: Aje
May I receive your blessing
I pray
May I be self subsistence
I pray.
Fame,
Prosperity and success
is accompanied in wealth
May I be in control
I pray.
'Aje' use my home as your abode.
I WILL or WILL I??
It was me who was there, when they laid you bare
On your Mother’s cheek
I saw her weep, her bosom seep
As they spirited you away
while her teats suppurate
And her heart quaked
I witnessed the distress, when they opened Your chest
And striped your back, once they saw that you lacked
Fear, Dread and Fright
And they tried to extinguish your light, diminish your Might
Tried to slash your eyes, and halve down your size
Out of despise-ing you
Thereby despise-ing
Their-Selves
I had a front row seat
Watched Her labor to defeat,
Stamp and Trample
The very heart of you
Because the sheer force of you
And very thought of you
Was an affront to her
And your Heart’s existence
Was her inconsistence
And your Subsistence
It was Me beseen
who cleansed your feet in the stream
who unbound your wrists, unfurled your fists
re-sheathed your dagger
uprighted your stagger
settled your fever
bewitched your foes
scatter the crows
Nourished your dreams
reStitched your seams
Cheered you in Earnest
Soothed your furnace
And when the Masses Demand
Who will bear the Pain of this Man
I shall raise my hand
and say
“I WILL” [I, Magdalene]
I’ve been blinded by a blistering light
An atomic angel in the nuclear night
Have they come to take us away at last?
Have they come to punish us for the past?
Let me just hold on
Hold on to these few threads
“Papa, can we bring them
Till we get back home again?”
I’m here in the wilderness with my kin
A makeshift shelter from sticks so thin
The kids are asleep so I cradle the gin
Alone in the reeds with secretions and sin
When morning comes like an atomic cloud
When hard truths assault you like bombs so
loud
Whatever happened to once make you proud
Will be crucified like the Face in the Shroud
Let me just hold on
Hold on to these few threads
“Mama, can we bring them
Till we get back home again?”
Mother and infant, both hopelessly yearning
Scraps of subsistence ‘mid garbage cans burning
Walk up close to them, their cart full of waste
Permanent Babylon — no figure chaste
Now does the sex of the child much matter?
Will its birthday letters be seen ever after,
From up on some small planet’s observing post
Its tiny embryonic, cancerous host?
I’ve been blinded by a ruinous light
A ballistic angel in the wintry night
Have they come to take us away at last?
Have they come to punish us for the past?
Let me just hold on
Hold on to these few threads
“Papa, can we bring them
Till we get back home again?”