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Dismissive Missive

In a letter curt and bitter cold,
Words like ice, sharp and bold.
A missive wielded with willful disdain,
Dismissive of all warmth, maliciously slain.

Lines etched with callous pen,
Rejection sealed, again and again.
No comfort found, no writer even to scold
Just echoes of a preposterous tale untold.

Dismissive missive, harsh and clear,
Leaving wounds that never disappear.
Yet amidst the chill of its embrace,
A glimmer of strength, a tiny trace.

For in the face of unwanted rejection,
There lies within, a resurrection.
From the ashes of disdain's abyss,
Rises resilience, a defiant kiss.

Missive To Self

Hey buddy
I can’t tell how you feel
How you cope and slope
How you firmly grasp hot steel
Methinks you`re courageous.
In stoic life’s state, just state
no crime!
For you have one irreplaceable, valuable
and unbreakable thing.
You!
Remember a promise to self huh?
You promised.
You sang, and wrote and developed
emblazonment.
Conspicuous for sundry
No running out of optimistic posits
Amid endangered deposits
You promised to smile and not to tear down.
In somberness ought you not frown.
Didn’t you identify with dynamic?
Singing songs of the versatile?
They still echo loud as yesterday
Hope you won’t be tempted to yawn
Just in case you inhale toxic, killer and apoptotic ideas
They`re never audible, not at all edible
Their entrances just whispers, slowly waltz
Hey buddy, Give up!

Dismissive About the Missive

I've been going through old love letters of how we used to be.
The silly, inconsequential things you used to write to me
about nothing in particular, the mundane, the everyday, the norm.
But that Basildon Bond decorated with Quink used to give a form
to the feelings inside as your fountain pen cried, words rambling over the page.
To tear at my heart because we were apart imprisoned in our cage
of distance, and the persistence of melancholia's hurting
the only respite in spite of all, your banality and girlish flirting.
But now we've come to the here and now to emoticons and text speak.
To the short, terse text that can leave us vexed and the torment that they wreak.
Our language debased to contracted words, mis-spelled and appalling grammar.
Misconstrued meanings, tech speak and gleanings from Twitter, Face Book and Spammer.
Anticipating the postman, the sound of the letterbox, the excitement of opening your letter.
Now all we have is the e.mail wav., much quicker I grant you, but better?
Call me old fashioned, a Luddite if you must, or even a pen and paper fanatic.
But for all my ranting, there's something enchanting about finding old letters in the attic.

Missive To My Children

Trends mirrored me
I wrapped fire in my gut
Passed through the cells of light
I cut my anchor rope
Struggled to realize my dreams
I floated above time
All is left to me alone - alone
The suffering - sleeplessness
I swam the opposite of my tragedies
I'm a prisoner despite the distress
I did not give up my sails to the sea
In the memory of my begining
I walked in my derby
Criticism - heart breaks - suffering
I wore them my stories
Walkers hated me
Lookers spited at me ugliness
I held it for years
Crossed it to sleep on
Hugged it - Hugged it
Mortgaged myself
Watered all my seeds
Although revolution is repeated
Yet career has not risen
Planes of enemies
Tasted the scourge of the earth
Civilization denied me
Parties divided me
Earth hunger revolted it
Soul milk satiated it.

Philistian Missive

They shared their wine in grief to hear
The homage of the day
One giant dead, all others cast in fear
Their mischief moon gray
Spun and weave each spite with venom
For I the acme, and the languished sum.

What glitter there are splinters that lure
Earth's eyes to see a star
And toxic fumes that broiled wraths pour
To deepen love's jagged scar
I fled them all in distate and gloom, bored
With regret, the chaff meanders unadored.

O look ye, the white sail that steeds the sky
Quest the blue doldrums: stills,
For golden fleece of gentle love to brim the eye
And merged surrendered wills.
Had I wanted less the Philistines should cease
And choosing none the saber whittles its peace

But I cannot wear what Achan stole, or keep
The splinters glisten for light
Those alone who fables sow must only reap
The barren clouds of night   
The wine that shallow camaradrie makes, I spit
Unbowed, strong, my voyage too stocked to quit.

Another Missive

My darling, dawn is still dark and I awake
To coks crow and night bird song
Hear the breeze shake a drowsy sadness
From the loneliness of a strong tree
That keeps vigil for you. The place where
Bird nest hug the arching branch
And wide eyed serpent slithers near
Is that vacuum yawning from long ago
For love to come again
For love is far, so very far away
These things trembles the morning more
Than the sudden coldness of wind
Gusting between the silence of hearts separated.

Missive 3

The date encloses me like Samson in his chains
I protest not the fate I find with groping fingers blind
Though my vision lapses my calling still remains
I did not summon who I love, nor pledged love declined
And will celebrate the wondrous moment hot with heat
The rumpling of the universal sheet
The crescendo and the longing for joy in each new repeat
That makes lamb's rod quivering bleat
There is no tears for joy, the flesh is vain and sees not
How finer things endure. Love is so unloosable a knot.

Missive Iii

Sometimes it is alright that you are far away
While I conflicted not with my love for you pines
For your more mature and less emotional hour.
And yet I change neither day nor day, but drink
Of moon and stars the passion of day's due change
And is not change that's lacking us who become
Bored by our sense of life. My bravely believe
I have so much to surrender where loyalty keeps
For in that language that loyalty reads, its own
Proper interpretation of life abounds. We find 
What we look for, and we search for who we are
So broken hearted among the rubble of expectations,
I pity you wallowed in this heap, frightened fledgling
Earthbound and flattering in the silence of my wound.

Missive 2

The hate of time havocs foolish fate
And I, no one's blank slate
Will not my conscience hesitate
Or cast my eyes down at evening's gate.

You are neither victim nor demon since
You of your error is unconvinced
I am a child no more to wince
When white sheets of mind befouled are rinsed

I make my decisions without the noise
And cheap popularity's phony poise
But as humble I'd fear forfeit a sunrise
And have fool graffitied on unlighted eyes.

I have tried picking up time before
The past like frost from hoar
Had only present, and memory more
Than spite makes every pain a spore

Missive

You should have stayed longer to know me more
It is time that makes love and not our hearts
For we are but discoverers, and nothing more
You left too quickly and stayed too long. Should I
Convince you now that your other world is different
That your former wisdom insufficient for the trip
People commit to grow, and if together
The hate of time will slowly fall apart, the mist
Of morning if it clears now
Shall show nothing but the shattered glass of vows
I do not use words loosely nor in excess
I only say I love you with words fully dress
To carry connotations and context to an infinite end
Love is immortal, and I write things my oral way
The gesticulated discourse a stitched flag of meaning
How can you learn so much so far away
What dumb dictionary can dictate the desires of the heart
Perhaps if you had not lingered so long to come
Blank pages would not be brilliant and simple art dumb
I am too small to be any finer torn apart.

A Missive

Joy of birds in springs
Etched on canvas of the heart
Where time changeless stay 

Naked in my art
Only icicles for clothes
Wind washed of the sun

Cross this desert, sand
Open its flowers for rain
Moon drawn through the sky

      Ebb the clouds away
Honey dripped on rocks will waste
Our two lives apart

      Moose and bull walking     
Enter the forest for rest
Nipping winter's bud

Oozing nectar waste
Wealth if no brood gets nourish
Gazelles stir the sight

Instars are babies
Roaming surf and sands exposed
Languishing in hope.

Missive To Soupers

What did you do in my absence
Did you still write nonsense on a page
And left it as if it was delicious plate
My greed would devour to read
What do you feel when you write
Except your own invisibleness of being
Does it anger you
Are you provoked to inexpressible love
And do you dissolve youurself in the emotion of words
Or are you too afraid to die
A poem must be written with your life
And after it
You cannoot be found again, for love consumes
Everything it breathes upon
I have not existed for years
Not since I was just before thirteen
All they knew of me from then was what I said
And there is this storm in my head
I still cannot shake it out
But you who mess the clean paper up with words
That drizzle your emotion all over the page
Shall not understand the serpent in the cage.

Missive To Shore

Somewhere in my forest the wind shakes the trees
And love come down the mountains perfumed with breeze
Somewhere in my forest a bright bud breaks at dawn
And love's nimble eyes stag the shivering silver fawn

But here day and night the wet water stays warm, too
Still for ships to sail, too still for dreams, this fresh brew 
Of adversity, this invisible shackle of the will, here alone
A man of talent may sit and slowly turn to simple stone.

While in this doldrums where the thick clouds scud the sky
And the lamps of heaven this dark soot their light  deny
Nothing against my heart's dream can prevail, I imagine
That what I believe I can achieve, so I await my wind.

My sail is up and ready to go, the far forest calls me home
Diamonds that sparkle on the sea proved only to be foam
O let me come the mountains foot, and there let me wait
Dawn comes there like happy hibiscus through the gate.

Missive To Rg

Reason bare of structure like a storm
Ovulating in an angry sea
Stir sedition and juxtaposes its norm
Ego-wise against a season's glee
Latent turbulence primed with insecurity
Drizzled from a tempestuous sun
Altar of a sadist's alternating history

Gulp your blustering track to the mark
Rendered as God's boundary
Exert not your vain effort to spark
Excitement of lightening in the air
Never more your rage shall cloy my heart with fear.

Missive To Yul

Through and through your liquid whole
Your magma rumbles
Beyond control
One day the smoke and ash
Bellowing at the sun's rich light
Will come to a narrowing
Where the vent 
By your convulsive activity
Is choked
You will see me then
The way I always am
Blistered, barren, scarred
By other's wrath before
And yet forever flowing
Around the paths
The liquid fire cooled to dam
You will know me
Without the lies and pollution
Poisoning my purpose
And realize my distilled silence
Is the power behind
The catclysm of your eruption.
Watch me change direction
Frolicking towards the sea
My love unchanged
By the ravages of history.

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