Short Coals Poems
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There was a virile freight train from South Bend
A sexy caboose he dared to befriend --
He said, "You're my dream"
And let out some steam --
Then poured all his hot coals in her south end
The passion in your breath
Your hands upon my flesh
Your smell
Your fierce gaze
Intertwined souls for love
My unbound heart beats wildly
I fall for your warm essence
Your bite of love, hurts so good
Tingling of ecstasy
A fire the burns violently
The wind that makes it grow
Your love makes me want more
So I dance upon the flame
The solid lump of black coal
for the some geological reasons
have got to long travelling
deep into Earth,
and gone through lots of pressing, beating and
others heavy testings,
eventually digged up, polished,
labeled, crowned
and escorted to pallace
as marvelous prince almaz.
That is common saga of success
in mineral world.
Silence of the weary mind
Is not silence, but despair
Wind is blowing in the night
Then it stops, to let the air
Dressed in white, fall on the ground
Flaring up the coals of yearning
Dark December spreading out
Longer evenings, dimly mornings
Newer virus books a room
In your body cheap hotel
And it feels like déjà vu
Though exactly you can’t tell..
stone coals
aloned
in
diamond hole
what cave shines
all the time
phrases
caught
letters
aught
learn
me
again
word spin
hook hook hook
looker looked looking
hooked hooked hooked
time
from
me shook
tremble before me
i's says to myself
what bookshelf
lover love me
tree tree
tree
me
i
am
glass
diamond
shattering
stone coals
?
Every coal I walked over
brought back the pain
I felt from the destructive memories
that have always burnt up in my spirit
the charcol of torture
from heartbreaks I endured
stung my heels like the fires of hell
until I needed guard my heart
from the pains of the coals
I have walked over in the past
to pacify the pain
from the destructive memories
that have always burnt up in my spirit
Do you think you’re Heaven worthy
for myself—I never have
The weight I carry pulls me down
and keeps me off the path
I avoid most every mirror
my reflection haunts me still
With eyes that stare like piercing lasers
to maim, and then to kill
My spirit left in ashes
my kindled soul to burn
Salvation buried in the coals
—from lessons never learned
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)