Time - the toxic air of life subliming from the clock,
Seeks alongside pain to render journeys not complete,
Nothing spared the test of essence per the world we walk,
Forged of jagged, scattered stones designed to scar our feet.
Categories:
subliming, age, blessing, creation, life,
Form: Rhyme
for different reasons
Over with games, I now prefer your guts,
You’re both sublime and subliming;
I’d auction my breath to pay your price-anytime,
And the bounce in your age just inflates my bid.
As you swing in the storms of forties,
And as you dispose your joy to look young,
I observe your activity with relentless earnest
Because the younger you look, the more I pay.
But your sun is soon settling on the horizon,
And your hair and beauty are secretly betraying you,
You and I will soon loathe and be loathed for looks,
When we’ll grow old, wrinkled and pointless.
We emerged as heroes in from teenage-hood,
Together to the moon and back flew in search for smiles,
The world wondered at our speed and innovation,
The fans who around us clapped were fair and awed.
They’ll stamp around you once you’re fully ripe,
Awed by your inertia, they’ll be quiet and orderly,
The young will honour the old-in return of favour,
A generation will serve another for different reasons.
In different emotions.
Categories:
subliming, age, beauty, childhood, growing
Form: Bio
bursting chakras of heart
opening in pure joy
for no particular
reason
blooming flowering
love
sharing transforming
intense rage
subliming into
bliss
butterflies are free
now
shifting perspective
our
destiny is unfolding
in this glorious
moment
we are unlearning
here
now
july 12 11.53 am
july 12 11.53 am
Categories:
subliming, allusion, perspective,
Form: I do not know?
(For Prof. Wolfgang Zach)
The kids beheld a bright face
Beaming like an emblem
Of the new photo-sky:
Subliming all our nativity
Sublimating our eagled rites.
His eyes were so sharp
Two fruits of nature!
Two seas of blossoming love:
Twinkling in a raw urgency
Of our black eagle.
The blond marched gently
Treading a retrieved soft soil
Of a celebrate earth
While his pious anthem thrusts
Through the heart of fading racism!
O his eyes pierced
The sour soul of unshy inhumanity
That ever-ready bird hatching agitations:
At which many lads arrowed at will
In those past seasons of no avail!
Categories:
subliming, inspirational
Form: I do not know?