Thinned Poems

Emotional Buffet 2

I sat apart from life, too weary to live,
Even the breath I owed, I refused to give.

The curse of the world is rightful on me,
I thinned the trees, not the flowers to be.

In the end, the mind grows tired of love’s flame,
I made a firefly my partner in name.

Whatever the cause, it stands as a crime,
I drowned the swimmer in ocean’s prime.

You bartered away the hope of peace true,
And left the heart idle, absorbed in love’s hue.

Nature of the Beast

The Earth weeps, not with rain, but with a silent grief.
She watches from the highest mountain,
her body now a canvas of wounds.
The rivers she sang to sleep are choked,
their voices hoarse with poison.

Her forests, once a thick green cloak,
are thinned to skeletal threads,
the songs of her creatures silenced.
The sky, once a blue, limitless promise,
is now a grey and gasping breath.

She sees her children,
the ones she shaped from clay and starlight,
so busy with their perfect lines and metal boxes,
that they no longer see the blood
that stains her gentle hands.

And what can she do,
but watch as they tear at her skin,
and wonder at the heart,
that learned to love, and then to kill.

The Journey Within

 “To behold God’s face nothing need be done ~
He dwells in our heart; God and we are one”
            ~ quote by poet


beyond labels and forms, to find out who we are
in as the screen of consciousness itself
tool of inquiry being awareness
animated by the heart
      ~ we paused the flow of time

frame of life flow frozen, focus poised in the void
motionless in silence at the heart centre
resting thus in our native element 
as awareness self-aware
      ~ we were suffused with cool heat

grazed by divine magnetism, touched by grace
wisdom of the ancients then became ours
dance of polarities, soundless thunder
ignition renewal within continual 
      ~ set our luminous aura aflame

unfed ego thinned out and dropped off one day
whence the manifest universe disappeared
placing us in a zone beyond space-time
where we saw who we truly are
      ~ made in God’s image, eternal living light

After Clouds Depart

She thinned to vapour, blue as longing's edge,
while we searched skywards, calling her lost name.
Wind replied in whispers no one could catch–
just hollow notes strung on a frayed thread.
Now dusk repeats her gesture: palms upturned,
spilling light where her shadow once poured.
We drink the rain, still tasting her farewell.

YOU

I see you full of hope,so life filled,
But I , brocken,yet to be healed,
I see you, healthy,body built
But I , drying,body thinned,
I see you happy filled with laughter,
But I ,sad all but a disaster,
All hope draining, a drying flower.

[ ] I see you, filled with kindness,
But I , harsh like sun in wilderness,
I see you, a walk of confidence,
But I,a walk of silence,
I see you, a productive offspring,
But I, a disappointing one.

I see you all, carrying secrets,
Trying as much no one to detect,
But I,tired of pretence like it's all okay,
I see you all, putting on masks,
But beneath truth in the dark,
I see you,for you.

Empty out the mind

“Come undone to know God and we are one ~
We are as God’s child, His prodigal son”
               ~ quote by poet


We reincarnated a thousand times,
but in each life role our soul here assumed,
enmeshed in fears, we were deaf to love’s chimes,
so the lotus of our heart never bloomed.

This time around, we chose to be aware 
of the purpose of our sojourn to earth,
so emptied mind and chose with love to pair,
that our childlike presence bubbles with mirth.

As thoughts slowed down, our ego too thinned out,
fulcrum of consciousness shifted to heart,
where drenched in love’s mists, we were free from doubt,
breath by breath feeling bliss ignition start.

Lower mind rested, in heart’s cave nested,
we now think and act as God requested.

Without Mirrors

He forgot
how his jaw
used to stretch
in loud laughter.

No mirrors
to watch his days—
just windows,
and distant eyes.

His beard trimmed
by finger’s feel,
a chunk missed
Here and there.

He looked well
in belts and socks,
even handsome
under the sun.

No one asked
if he still knew
the shaded glint
in his own eyes—

the torn shape
of manly lips
once easily thinned
in witty smile.

He dressed
in shiny clothes,
well ironed out
but creased inside.

Sometimes,
he caught a flicker
in silvery spoons
he barely looked.

And so he lived
like seamless shape,
without his twin
staring in mirrors.

Autumn and Its Passing - Edited

"Lingering leaves of gold frolic in the wind"
and though their twirling is such a beautiful sight,
the limbs of the trees look as if they've been thinned,
so those trees seem desolate in the twilight.

Also, the day of my birthday came fast,
so no sooner had sweet autumn arrived,
then September had already passed.
Sadly, early fall cannot be revived.

Oh, those Indian summer's bright days
brought both joy and some comfort to me.
I’d lounge upon my deck in the sun’s rays,
but October too later had to flee.

November now has come; the days grow grey.
Right now the sky is crimson, and it's cold.
However, as long as the sunset can stay,
I still can stand here admiring leaves of gold.

Zen mode

thinned out ego remains as an interface
to enact on earth as it is in heaven
innocence carries not the cross of disgrace
ascending easily through chakras seven

can we ask the sun of debts of love it owes 
causing it to appear every day at morn
with fragrance of a rose in blissful repose
remaining nonchalant to both praise and scorn 

as we partake of soma nectar’s potion
with bliss magnetism pervading feeble form
what once was a drop has become the ocean
eye of the hurricane, still within the storm

Quill, Quahog?

O emptiness of space, thy harpsichords. Whole?
Panels out of place, looking-glasses smashed.
Bitter winds, thy frost. Sickness, dole, O soul.
Chaffy grain beneath the tired thresher slashed.
Turmoil, tamarisk tree. Toil? Thunderbolt.
Hated are the days of life gone dry. Why?
Reality thinned, then forgot how to fly.
Happy thoughts, lost. Cost? Harvest season molt.

Protection? None. Been and done. Sun? Hostile.
Yellow as eyes on a predator? Pill.
Alcohol, wormwood, erasure, vile vial.
Guns, thy salute. Funeral. Lunge, then still.
Ravine, out back and filled with water. Caught.
Animals afloat, belly up, life flew.
Grey old men, hope is a mystery. Clue?
Sparks, burned out and skittering. Fire, cold. Bought.

Doom, close in on all. Deliverance? None.
Stifled by Fate and Fortune? Withheld. New?
Nothing under the sun, scion. Red run.
Grasping fingers and a quill, quahog. Brew.
Wasteland, receive. Gold, far. Sandbar, choke. Smoke.
Poison, leap from serpent's fang. Deeply sunk.
Peril, everywhere. Round upward, time. Soak.
Continent, beneath water. Ocean, plunk.

Toil Turmoil

Thought, with intelligence? When?
How about the proof?
Setting fire to where and when?
Devil, art aloof?

Fire inspiration, thy pun.
What to do for fun?
Good sense, laddie, and reason!
Fly not close to sun!

Cold fusion, thy harpsichord.
Crystal glass a-flow.
Demon -sultan, fife and sword!
Hell and Heaven, row...

Toil and turmoil, tamarind.
Dappled roes a-fly.
O Reality, how ye thinned!
Grinned the gangrel Sly!

Water of the chasm deep?
Haunts within the sleep.
Void, abyss, around step creep!
Dragons, time to reap!

Vampires, paint thy eyes black!
Do not face the day!
Spend thy life holed not in crack!
Poisonous to pay...

Coals of dark fire, sing in me!
Fling, O fancy-free!
Dynamite and destiny!
Stay awake for she...

Ode to my brown bear

You were there
before memory.

Before voices had names,
before light had meaning
you were there.

Brown as warm bread,
soft as a breath held in sleep,
you waited.
And I held you.

You were there.

Through the quiet nights
where shadows danced on walls
and thunder cracked the sky like glass
you never blinked.
You never left.

Your button eyes
have seen more tears
than the stars above my window,
but never once
Did they judge

You were there.

When the world got louder,
when I got taller,
when toys came and went,
you stayed.
Your seams grew tired,
your fur thinned in patches,
but your silence remained faithful.

You are more than stuffing and thread
you are the weight in my arms
when I didn’t know
how to hold myself together.

You were there.

I’ve outgrown so much
shoes, stories,
even people
but not you.

You still sit on my shelf,
crooked ear, familiar face,
like a small, quiet lighthouse
for every storm that might return.

You were there.
You are still.

And somehow,
you always will be.

It’s Good To Be

Its good to be done
With it
We sail
In west
In less, form
And more loss
Of warmth
Cinders escape
Hatch
Before the irish write
Let the british wine
Remove the winds
Replace the legs
Perhaps the place
Needs protection
And a diplomat
Another close friend
And assistance
We are scorned
And wish to die
We have decide
And we have still
Yet is exciting
We rush  the embers
In towing the blaming children
With sprites wings
Too thinned in decay
To be a friends loss
Only is power
Only but for you 
Will is wars

The Missing Collar

The sun does arise, 
On the valley sweet, 
The birds & pups wise, 
Call our kits to meet. 
The hoots & hollers, 
Sound loud for miles;
Yet! Amiss is one collar, 
Lone in the Sky Isles. 

The sun does down, 
On the green hills tired, 
Lining the vale round, 
Our pets to bed retired. 
The whistles & purrs, 
Chime in the crisp wind.
All but one bed stirs;
Our dear numbers thinned. 

Long time does pass, 
Bleak winter does come,
Hoar-frost is the grass, 
Warmed by a low hum. 
We stand together,
Upon valleys sharp, 
Wond’ring: ‘just whether, 
You’re hearing, fain, the sky harp.’

The Player's Lament

In cozy sweaters, played with fire,
While smoke rings danced up high and higher;
Seven years of warmth I'd known,
Till her spark made me her own.

Through Italy, in knitted threads,
While cigarette smoke filled her head;
Each message wrapped in woolen lies,
As smoke and passion dims the skies.

The truth burned through, like raging coal,
As screenshots pierced my sweater's fold;
My comfort wear could not disguise
The burning guilt behind my eyes!

Now cold, without my shield of wool,
Two hearts I've turned to smoking pools;
No warmth can hide what I have wrought—
Through smoke and shame, I'm left distraught.

Like ashes scattered in the wind,
My sweaters torn, my soul has thinned;
No comfort clothes can warm this chill
Of hearts I broke, of trust I killed.

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