Yield not to the theories of optimism and pessimism.
Be on the fulcrum.
If all lakes and rivers shallowed,
We would miss the beauty of raining.
Half filled is a good omen of achievement.
But half empty gives room for progress.
If everything provided,
Next of kin would lose exhilaration in living.
My waves of emotions have touched here one aspect only.
My verse still half-filled and half- empty.
Neither can be filled nor emptied.
It's nature’s phenomenon!
Place: 5
A crushed light ignored the barrens warped,
The portrait stretched its walled character,
Gambler garments malice of shown marked,
Wakes a loose parley of losers barked,
Drawn drank sense, of the disparager,
The darkened questioned, shaped silhouettes,
Of obscurities merit its due,
Glares moves a heap of token assets,
A lengthened armed shallowed some regrets,
Facedown with cards, the table knew,
Pictured paints like an artful dodger,
The enclosed grows taller than itself,
Outranked and owned outspoken codger,
Last-minute cribbed the homey lodger,
Marmalade sweetens right off the shelf,
A day begets a dawning nightfall,
The narrowed light cast a long shadow,
All turned their backs against the stonewall,
Except for the vague, zoned off-the-wall,
The latent unperturbed sort, John Doe.
it twas evereth the 14th
and ladle had stilled consequence
perceptive decorum and froth's
constable would, could naught
cold heart and battled fart
bequeath to thee
a brothersome free
door and locksey
leashed a board in mercy
a wait, as bait, beside boyhood fate
to undress against
shallowed peasant
four returned to Ireland
bedside and tired
blankets paging in grass
ant's weary temperment at gas
a home a key
a star left he
the all might and his coward
to run the knights
round to Britain
i and i only minors scribes
have told in telling
of poor bottoms swelling
I'm the cells cavern
An orchestrated advance
The corridor the call
The snip the fall
Interior design in might
Out of castled walls flight
Terror in known streets
Publication and ceremony in defeat
They will have had we Rome
And no thing at door
Battle as framers wools
The third wall of a fine ants parish
Forward the Chinese admiral
Dolcezza III
Your Beauty’s taught me lessons I'd not learn,
If I had shallowed in a wetter place,
And sought the fires that warm but do not burn –
I never would have gazed upon your face.
But I desired to breathe the fragrant fire,
And run like madmen do, from Here to There,
And bathe my hopes in hot pools of desire,
And press my lips into your jasmine hair.
No wonder I have seeded Life with deeds,
To form from humble clay a humble pot,
And run my fingers through the herbs and weeds,
To find out if you'd want what I have got.
I would again pursue you if I could,
But you are fled unto the Hazelwood.
Horny bird
Sing for me
Let me feel happiness again
Bring me back my peace
Let your message be my remedy
Yes horny bird sing to my soul
Don't leave me down this deep
Uplift my mind with your melody
Heal my heart with your flow
Yes horny bird sing to me
Your songs bring freedom
To my soul
Horny bird
Happy days are strange
Sadness has shallowed my peace
Worries has taken over my mind
So horny bird sing to me
Let me feel life again
Take me so high
Were my pains will fade away
Take me to the moon
Take me to the sun
Were I will morn no more for the night
Let me free with out pains
Bless my soul with your beauty and melody
So horny bird sing to me
Let my poetry bleed the words of love
To a dying world
For the sake of humanity
The pavements
The roots of the shallowed walked roads
Leafs drizzling on my spongy hair
Lungs of an old coupe coughing tiredness
The lights resting the sunset's image
Tar roads still a region away
Wind slowly concluding a whistle
Warmth of earth touching my womb
trees sketching a name of a village
tantrums hit the sky and i novel about a cloud
What about a city?
Where are we?
No wait..swallowed words of a crocodile skin, because i sure surely compared the texture of pain with tile. I was a gender of innocence, but i tell you, yes i tell you a monologue about in and out of sense!!!!
Landed far deep in the region
Lashing on the day's cave
Smiling beyond hallow
Something of a prayer
Loud leaped soil
Lonely stones leaching soil
Rivers bleeding salt in the tear of solid abilities
Rage raining out the side road that was once history
The city of no words
traveling the land of character
Reciting dialogues of spoken monologues
Rehearsing a soul for period of time.
I am a city of beauty. I am a city of seed. I am silent when I doubt my thought.
I am the Silent City.....
© 2010 (Jim Sularz)
What final verse, which season’s breeze,
will billow death and come for me?
Will I slip away cold ashen lips,
or slowly fade with each shallowed breath?
Will my faith endure when the clock is struck,
in the Book of Life is my soul in-trust?
Will I ever wake from night’s burrowed sleep,
and soar with angels through Heaven’s gate?
Born of love – die in pain,
what mournful words will attempt to say?
When granite’s cut-in stony deep,
who’ll stand and wait, to remember me?
Blood drips from my eyes,
lost in illusions,
drowned by fear.
Why must I beg and plead to find you near?
Where have you gone and where do I go?
It is a lonely, cold, rode,
this I know.
Blankets of snow come down fast.
Maybe this time I bled for you will be the last.
My mind runs empty,
my body grows weak.
I am lost and broken and can't speak.
Forged over grounds indigent,
braced by shallowed tears.
I still searched for you,
amongst my darkest fears.
Incarnations of many lifetimes
sweep before me...
Liberating my soul's chants
As universal notes of music
Float on vibrant strands of color,
Phasing purple, pure and light,
In violet vibrations, swirls of
Incandescent glitter shimmers
Drawn by gravity in downward drifts.
Flaming candle's smoky essence
Mixes with incense of sandalwood
In a wafting waltz of vertigo.
Past and present intertwine
Lacing love with pulsing pain.
Effervescent breath is shallowed
By visions from the living dead.
Over in a shallow glade by the river she waited,
Cormorants gliding silently.
In the embankment bed she lay.
Twisted isles swept furiously,
Dead fish shallowed pools beneath the old red bridge.
Above a sky in black, dirt filled.
At night she listened carefully, moved in silence.
The span of wings touched her heart.
At night she fell to whispers,
exclusive lights in a harbor born.
She cries for the seconds she lost,
She cries over the memories created by scars.
Is it her life that costs most?
Is it the box of razors that's far?
Or is it her heart's single failure?
Why does she wait?
The feelings she thought conquered and long gone.
Her foot touches the floor, cold, her path is straight,
The emotions in her head play her the pawn,
The heart carries its heavy freight.
The razor is in her hand,
A blissful escape, that is the plan,
A thought played too grand...
Rivulets of blood dripping from her wrists.
Her path cut straight through her deeply shallowed heart.
Her slashed through heart, tattooed behind her clenched fist.
The blood drips, the razor falls to the ground, its played its part.
They use hearts as a symbol of
love
How will I ever show love when
my heart is broken
Spilling gallons and gallons of
madness
Sadness doesn't define the pain
I'm feeling
A piece of my puzzle slipped
right through my hands
Crazy moments of madness
elapsed with cruel hands of time
My mind constantly taking me
back in time
When every glimpse we shared
spelled love
before love was deprived of us
Words mean nothing when
actions aren't part of them
Love means nothing when we
not part of it
You are in my mind because
you are part of me
I hate what's drifting you apart
from me
Loneliness striped my feelings
naked
even my pride has betrayed me
Faith is the only friend I have
One day I wanna be able to call
you mine
memories give a reflection of a
smile
on my face
I've swallowed my pride
but still starving of you
My heart was shallowed
The moment you walked out of
me
Let me wear your warm love
so I can walk in in life
Upon Heaven may
My presence be felt.
Angels lift my
Words to Him.
Damn my failure be
Repolished and flooded away.
My sins are saved
In the book of books.
Given the right to
Sum up and report.
To you-Who never
Fail me in any motion.
To you-Who created
Me with your image.
Kneeling unto Earth
Looking upon Heaven.
Where faith be faked;
Where belief is bereaved,
Doves are devils;
On the land of you Mighty.
Love be laughed,
Your soil being flashed,
Your words being flooded.
Aids cunning us dear.
Joy become history.
Yet your plans were
Never known.
Joy swallowed by giants
Joy shallowed in the day.
Clouds step down your land
Acid rain drain it far
In the dark shadows,
Fallowed, shallowed and hollowed,
Some remain sorrowed.
the sun smiles into my bedroom
The shadows kiss the room goodbye
tomorrow the moon and sun will
fight
a new day dawns on those who need it the stars make the tears on my faceglitter in the surrounding darkness
All sound is shallowed and or shut out
no more screming,stop the shouts tomarrow will bring happiness
while the pain and sadness drifts away brother always said dont try to fight the night because tomarrow is a new day
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