A heart that heals is a heart that works
Old clothes discarded to the floor
Why was I wearing such rags?
Old methods from another time
If I try harder they will love me
Creating unevenness, ripe to blame
Why did it hurt so much?
Because you were hurting yourself
Leaping off the cliff, screaming - Catch Me!
A crumpled mess lying at the base
Accepting the truth of it, mourn the foolishness
Not the self, change, learn, improve
It didn’t work then, more so now
Lifting with open intention, unfiltered
Calmer, safer - patient and gentle.
It is easier to let go and easier to welcome.
Categories:
unevenness, recovery from,
Form: Free verse
As darkness fell with suddenness,
the sun slid behind the blood moon.
Sounds of nightlife emerged off tune.
You flaunted your unevenness,
emboldened by dark drunkenness.
Your twisted mind a fierce monsoon
as darkness fell.
You came with sulky sullenness
and brought your foul humor jejune.
You played the part of grisly goon
and had lost all your humanness
as darkness fell.
Categories:
unevenness, dark, gothic, humanity, moon,
Form: Other
If I would burn these inks,
Rather keeping it in,
It would be useful to describe our awful deeds.
Tears are untied bundles,
In my face/crawling down my rusty cheek,
Grieves are illustrating it's purpose,
And halt, it's not for me.
Our heads are stocks of unevenness,
Stalking and practising the devil's call,
Positivity we practice not
walking on the sinful aisle.
Realm of horrible things,
We see without fear,
Do without guilt/attempt or keep it in.
Stalked in our heads,
Are nightmares of depravity,
Or maybe not, something beautiful for ourselves.
Our minds are our tombs,
It buries us in silence,
And exposes us with naked and selfish notions.
Categories:
unevenness, africa,
Form: Free verse
Sleeping Ageless Beauty.
Her face Shows the ravages of old age and time
A face weathered worn
wrinkled craggy uneven
And engraved with furrow and line
She has stood tall her head in the clouds
Against the battering unforgiving wild
Wind snow and rain
Along with her sleeping sisters
Overlooking a wild inhospitable rugged
Windswept terrain
Moulded shaped hewn
By formidable elements
Under countless sun stars and amorous moon
Her ruggedness and unevenness
Gives her a kind of majestic beauty
Although silent she speaks
When captured by adoring eye
By an onlooker who stands in awe
Soaking in the peace making heart smile
Leaving satisfied
Inspiring artist and poet
And lovers who swooned
Under her presence
And amorous moon.
Categories:
unevenness, age, beauty, creation, mountains,
Form: Rhyme
we went from
I'm OK, you're OK
you were my pillar
when I was carrying the earth above my shoulders and
my hand was something you could count on
when the lights turn green
then the path turned overly uneven
for those high heels
suddenly
I'm not Ok, you're OK
and you just left me there
to look at that constructed life
from the checkpoint
while my flight became delayed
time always offsets unevenness and
timely those foundations lie overruned
so without any remorse
you dragged me in your mourning-sand and
I'm not ok, you're not OK
washed dishes won't make a person
out of you
just end that culpability sedimentation
on my already deconsecrate shoulders
nothing I said was properly
so words stopped coming out
avoidance became our reality
didn't know how to break that silence
at very end
I was left broken
missing me
uncamouflaged
unprotected
me
raising up glassed tears
I'm building a sculpture
rare animals are most haunted ones, and
every animal bites when felt threatened
I'm Ok, you're not
Categories:
unevenness, growth,
Form: Free verse
It's not perfection in things if it exists
that means so much to me
but natures imperfections and beauty
like the ruggedness twisted bows
of a sprawling tree.
The unevenness of a mountain view
lush green sweeping valley's
buttercups kissed by morning dew
Ricky silver ribboned winding streams
the power of an angry raging storm
a single red poppy
growing among a waving field
of ripening barley corn.
A temperamental ocean
the crashing waves upon the rocks
A flock of raucous calling seagulls
hovering over the fishing boats dock.
Beauty on everything around in that I see
For natures imperfections
created by Gods hand
are perfection to me.
Peter Dome.copyright.2013.
Categories:
unevenness, beauty, creation, nature,
Form: Free verse
The chameleon shuddered profusely,
It had never climbed to the top of a sky scraper before,
The melanin refused to scatter,
It could not make up its mind:
To take after the blue of the sky?
Or to be grey...
Every morning it felt the sunshine gold,
Caressing the slippery unevenness
Like the first waterfall down a nascent hill,
Stealthily through promenades,
And shrieking ladies on the way,
It reached the flies' humdrum festival
On a gloomy velvet cynosure of rejection from the other world.
That day, from the branch it saw the reflection of serenity,
And while it slithered through coffee machine conversations,
Geriatric glasses emanating dismay,
Fervid love affairs,
And lonely, revamped furniture
It reached the zenith of monotone,
Yet either of the eyes revolved unheeding cadence.
The journey had been iridescent,
And the Wind was colourless,
So even though it swayed in harmony with Her,
It didn't know what to be...
And it didn't know how to sprinkle white,
If mimicked the sky,
And so it became grey again,
Like on the trees,
And every dawn.
Categories:
unevenness, allegory,
Form: Free verse