In the wilderness of bewilderment,
Sculpting different sorts of thoughts,
Where intent fades, needing no interment,
And truth exudes from all its rots.
There lies the stark resolve for my future,
A slender hope of life ahead,
Bound together by a catgut suture,
That time corrodes until it's shed.
All kept away from prying eyes,
Ever before my intent was conceived,
Just to keep all sane minds apprised,
And safeguard each new blessings just received.
Intent is wordless, lost in speech,
Etched as imagery – symbol of hope,
Quavering conscience stays unbreached,
Through the darkness of intense doubt it gropes.
Categories:
unbreached, extended metaphor, fantasy, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
Take a battering ram to the other side
The recoil will do me harm
A knife and spoon will suffice
Break the gates violently with arms
It will seal itself again and entice
It will swallow my body with charms
It will spit me out again with vices
Put down that aching piece of log
Give these hands other than a mace
They are meant for more than war
Give it a last heave-ho just to tease
Grab any pen knife, make a scar
Whittle that mad log to a canoe
Each shaving an ordinary day
Look not upon the door with lust
Hop in the dugout after years of fray
The current takes me to the other side
Break through the door every May
But I hold onto that old log that died
The door on the river never sways
My citadel’s veil unbreached cries
It’s hard to face the day without a ram
Shave off my horns to be a lamb
My shepherd beckons on His raft
Lift me up from muddy waters damp
Onto my battering ram lashed
Break on through the other side
Day to day may I be washed
Hour to hour may hopes be dashed
The gate is straight ahead
Let go of the ram for good
Kindly cut the door with scissors
Only sheared lambs enter
Categories:
unbreached, addiction, extended metaphor, god,
Form: Rhyme
Everyone sees color differently
some color-blind
yet they know the texture and
warmth of shades, bland
grays more a product of heart
and not one’s eyes –
not all black and white, coldly set,
appealing only a stark contrast
some light embracing its
fine-line shadows
as midnights with stars and
moon in warmth of touch –
meet me in the polychromatic
moment, where all spectrum
shards of color im-prismed
are released, forever to unveil a
harmony unbreached….
Categories:
unbreached, character, color, community, family,
Form: Free verse
A rose gave up her secret
Of its origin – of its beauty –
In the shadow of her crescent –
Fiercely hushed once to me.
She told me of a plan of love
And a Master Gardener who
Has a touch of silver that betrothed
The rose to the morning dew
And described a plane in between
Nothing and a foundation –
The design of which is unbreached –
That lies in an unmeasured dimension
But her exact words were lost
To the enjambment of my memory –
Moreover – my comprehension lapsed –
Found lost inextricably.
Categories:
unbreached, god, heaven, rose,
Form: Rhyme
Do not fear the harmless voice
Which travels on the wind
Words that fall upon the ears
And tingle deep within
Pleasant like a melody
Awakening the senses
Piercing through bold barriers
Of self imposed defenses
They sing a song of innocence
Meant to bring a smile
To a face so fresh it takes the breath
Like flowers in the wild
Eyes so kind they brush the heart
A kiss of butterflies
Smells so sweet that hummingbirds
And honey bees imbibe
One tender touch from hands so soft
Unconsciously alarming
A vision taking human form
Unassuming yet so charming
Thought provoking unknown taste
Boundaries are unbreached
I cast my words into the air
From dreams where you have reached
Jan 13 2016
Categories:
unbreached, love,
Form: Rhyme
Breathe laden islands rise and fall beneath the lap
of crystalline water, a steam graced surface breached,
rosettes crest, their gently risings peaks to cap
mouthfuls of desire whose lower gate's lie unbreached.
Submerged beneath chest's hollow lies a navel fine
the round perfection of its form longs, for pointed tongue.
A sweeter base can't be found 'bove the water line
yet, men would gladly drown to go below hips clung.
Below, down deep, nectar bathes the pristine pearl,
and petals, rose-red gently part in delight.
The heat, the steam the bath, and the lovely girl
perhaps, perhaps, he thinks, we'll make of this a night.
Date: 3/6/13
Categories:
unbreached, love,
Form: Quatrain