https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OeJWKSbbq68
There beyond the afterlife a glimpse of a passing star
an orbing light that flickers in submergence with the dawn
The memories of a life exuding all that none can mar
a revival of affection, in shades of gold and brawn
Way down yonder my lonely thoughts explore
aside your Divine Light and Radiance
this hungry heart is wanting more
I dip inside a memory like an old romance
Dancing dreams of lovers flickering so bright
a pacification of senses, I am bathed in your light
there beyond the afterlife a glimpse, a shooting star
I would love to meet you once again but you live way to far.
"Dam it ...
I said dam it!!" she cried,
Tears soft-swimming in her eyes,
Welling up like the swift torrent inside her ...
"Can you not see the rising submergence in my gaze?
My vessel is yet full," she pleaded, "and will soon runneth over!
The waters of my ravishment have flooded the lowlands to breaking,
And the banks of my best intentions can no longer stem the tide within!
Please ... please be my sad salvation, and do what you must,
For should you not shore up this trickle of passions,
The levees shall most assuredly break,
And quickly drown us both!"
Indeed, he thought,
Brightening.
The past beats inside me like a second heart,
my yesterdays walk with me, it hurts,
it lies upon me like a giant's dead body
devastating, uncontrollable
dense with misery and sullied with remembrances
it plants its prey
cornered, jam-packed, and wheezing for reconciliation
in the maze of the current.
Anxiety, dismay, fear, an entreating melee
until finally, a submergence, a obscuring in the nadirs of depress.
Inexorable, ceaseless, strenuous the hunted
the past trails, the past stalks,
the past Hunts.
By Seth Yuhi Musinga
hark!
the beach is calling my name!
there it is again!
i hear her when i clock in!
i hear her when i clock out!
i hear her in the center of my focus!
i hear here on every frickin break!
i'm telling you now, one day IMMEDIATELY after work,
i am gonna go straight to my old faithful!
i am gonna hit whatever number highway south!
i am gonna drive like the earned heart until my right foot goes to sleep!
i am gonna keep said sleeping foot on the doggone pedal like super glue stubbornness!
when i answer the beach's call, i am gonna park old faithful!
i am gonna walk ever so slowly across the beach access!
the instant my feet hit that wonderful sand, i am gonna rejoice!
the closer i get to the water, i am gonna rejoice some more!
at the first hint of the water's feeling and rehabilitative touch, i am gonna just wade!
at the point of full submergence, my attitude is gonna be....straight on up....DAMN THE WORLD!
....AND THERE YOU HAVE IT....AND BOOM....HERE I AM!
Emerge the invocations of begotten falsehood.
Lying dormant.
My screams no longer withheld.
Anointing savagery bred of ancient tongues.
This depraved submergence beckons in a righteous hand.
Born of opposition in the courts of folly, enormities ascend to the arch of flame.
Emptiness divine.
Adversary! Consciousness springs fourth with teeth, capturing light.
Embraces onward, feeding from its throat.
Sanctity (Abhor) for human design.
Insignificance cast aside. Decrying nemesis mind.
Assimilate!
Eradicate!
Purity rotting within skulls of dismembered prophets.
Acknowledgments, unjust.
We all bare this mark.
Depraved disciples.
Dispelling human livestock.
Gorge on all things with evangelic dependencies.
Regiments of dying filth, their lives have withered away.
Behold, foul paradox.
Consummation for all things to pass.
Born of opposition in the courts of folly, enormities ascend to the arch of flame.
Coerce the swarms… gorging on all things. The feeding of lies.
Shrouded and trapped within 4 walls,
bounded by still air and responsibility.
Gazing out into my mind for a beautiful fall,
But awaken by task and hostility,
Never to be free and running.
Well at least the first five of the week.
But rather contented to stay rested and be humming,
On white warm sheets that make bones too weak.
To awaken from infinite possibility is truly a task.
From submergence of consciousness, I flee.
Grateful as light sipped through but still I must ask,
"Why must I awaken slumber, where I'm free?"
Silent steps I take
Across the ocean floor
Cool abyssal plain
Bluescape peace
Gazing up
At the sunlit surface
A false freedom
Beckons…
The air above
Polluted with urgency
Foul with anger
Not so sweet anymore
Enveloped in briny womb
No longer ashamed
Submergence forever
Lungs back to gills