The cragged moon, a curdled, midnight bloom,
Where veins of frost, dissect a shadowed room.
A galaxy of mold, on lunar stone,
A whispered legend, soft and darkly known.
It weeps a brine, a sharp, celestial tear,
A pungent phantom, banishing all fear.
Then, amber relics, in a glassy tomb,
Where time's slow fingers, weave a spiced perfume.
Each wrinkled emerald, a sunken, ancient eye,
That holds the secrets, of a bygone sky.
They swim in brine, a sun-kissed, golden sea,
Where sharpness sleeps, and tangy memories flee.
These kindred spirits, in a twilight tryst,
A marriage strange, by starlight's silver kissed.
One, a moon's decay, a noble, bitter grace,
The other, time's own kiss, upon a verdant space.
A symphony of tang, a whispered, aged lore,
Where phantom flavors, haunt forevermore.
A taste of ages, in a shadowed, secret place,
A paradox of pleasure, etched on time's worn face.
A velvet darkness, and a sunlit, sour dream,
Where sharpened shadows, and aged sunbeams gleam.
To be the warm and cool it
My vein is an empty place
Come to me and visit the
Floodplain of the gifted -
The biome of the tender heart
Be the flagship near my crater
Face. Crater me kind to find
The comfort under my skin
And vein, empty on the name
Of love, God gifted and high
As heaven, I impeach you -
The talented fox hunter
The gifted frog butcher
You the one I love and care
For - who stole my respect
Before I could even give it
Prisoner Of Language
Will time live eternal
or just its retelling
A prisoner of language
whose paradox mined
Dimension in contrast
ill-fated contrition
To look but not touch
—and hope they align
(Rosemont College: December, 2023)
Through A Vacuum
Biologically tethered
time is the demon
Your flesh and your blood
by nature defined
Each tic of the clock
your heart beats in cadence
Dogmatic in method
caught up in the brine
What if your consciousness
took a leap forward
Abandoning reference
erasing the lines
Polarity exits
its jail through a vacuum
Releasing reversing
—becoming sublime
(Rosemont College: December, 2023)
Starting Over
Dig up the foundation
requestion each premise
Wade through the bathwater
the baby must go
A leap when it’s quantum
still subject and object
Fly out of the portal
—rejecting what’s known
(Rosemont College: December, 2023)
Verses written with veins,
On thin, irregular lines, pulsing chambers find,
Growing pains.
Thirsty for eyes,
As each word, poured from vessels mined,
Surmise.
Alone,
Praise-seeking grind,
Blown.
Verses written with veins,
As each word, poured from vessels mined,
Blown.
Inkwells,
vein of the Quills,
scribing upon parchments,
heavy laden with dark secrets,
blotted
Date: 23/04/23
Traditional Cinquain poetry contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Where do you go when you leave here
Do you escape to that familiar haven in your brain
One of no more suffering
One of no more pain
No memory of where you have been in the real world
Or of things you may have done
There is blood on your clothes
Oblivious to whether you have hurt someone
Empty black spaces in your mind
What has occurred you are unsure
Another needle into already collapsed thin veins
So escape is once again assured
Pouring out my heart
On the empty page
With a silent prayer
And a whisper of faith
Pen birthing grace
Inspired by His face
Raining down love
He shines from up above
Freeing my heart
From fear that taunts
From tears that haunt
From darkness and dread
He silences the screams
Of a heart bleeding
Through veins of prayer
Filling my mind with joy
That comes from finally knowing
His love is the only answer
To my prayers for peace and wisdom
Prayers for light and love
That leaves me with so much warmth
Hope that lingers on and on
Glowing in the shadows
Beckoning to my heart’s thanksgiving
Blessing me with inspiration
Freeing my imagination
So that His love is my eternal wealth!
drug addicts no shame
any excuse once it’s lame
in court last fix claimed
back out burgling on the game
society accepts blame
By
David Kavanagh
Our central vein, from root to crown
Called the staff of power
Feeling God’s touch, in bliss we drown
As in-pours grace shower
Sky above, earth below
Scent of love we follow
Our softened heart mellow
Wisdom arcane
Our central vein
20-January-2022
Quietus
Astral eagle is back to take Samantha to exotic places.
In Dubai she finds her prince again; his brown eyes are smoldering.
Samantha is in Nirvana; this world better than the other one
Nothing disturbs her; she sighs with relief.
He was waiting; she had hoped he would be.
He is not real her sister had told her, wanting to set her up.
There was nothing more real as he ran a finger down her throat.
She felt her pulse leap almost out of its vein.
Her heart was pumping double time.
He leaned in and gently touched his lips to her.
She began to writhe among her sheets.
Wanting something, yet not fully knowing what.
She was untouched. A novice to this kind of erotic play.
The eagle brought her back in the form of an alarm clock.
She woke up quickly, but disoriented.
Irritated, completely unfulfilled.
There is always tonight, the eagle whispered….
I'll remember,
I can not forget,
Varligimd Basin,
You're always there,
From my carotid
You're closer.
I'll remember,
I can not forget,
You are my creator,
My life,
From my carotid
You're closer.
I'll remember,
I can not forget,
Hear, see,
You're always with me,
From my carotid
You're closer.
I'll remember,
I can not forget,
You are my Lord,
You holderfiscal,
From my carotid
You're closer.
I'll remember,
I can not forget,
You're my eye,
You Söyletenim,
From my carotid
You're closer.
I'll remember,
I can not forget,
You created,
You're equipped,
From my carotid
You're closer.
I'll remember,
I can not forget,
You've graciously,
You have tables,
From my carotid
You're closer.
I'll remember,
I can not forget,
Everything resembles Sen,
Fool with love,
From my carotid
You're closer.
Birdman Father Yunus Kokan
Leaf vein if you could speak
Would you share what your trail means?
Would you explain yourself in scientific terms?
Or would you just smile
Keeping your veins
Mysteriously silent?
I tap into power, that channels my pain, I write and I write, enhancing my vain, that’s filled with this ink, that’s filled with my heart, my feelings break through, so that’s where I start, I don’t think it’s normal, I don’t think it’s sane, expression like this, my mind plays a game, ever revolving just like a storm, some words just don’t fit, they’re battered and torn, my words make a rhyme, of things I feel now, or things that are eating, or built up through time, it’s hard to explain, why I feel this way, or why I write this , rather than say, and speak face to face, emotions I hide, the man with the smile, is stood by you’re side, is this about me, or somebody else, if nobody speaks, and nobody tells, so please just be kind, to stranger or friend, a smile or a hi, make this a trend, for we do not know, what fights being fought, we’re in this together, the balls in you’re court.
cold hearted is a blooding experience
cold hearted is a blooding vein of experience
a heart is a vein of experience
a heart is a cold blooded experience
a heart is a cold blooded expression
cold blooded is a cold expression
cold blooded is a cold experience
a cold blooded expression is a cold blooded experience
cold blooded is cold hearted
a heart is a cold blooded heart
a heart is a cold blooded vein
a blooding experience is a blooding vein
a blooding experience is a blooding expression
express is expressing a cold blooded vein
express is expressing a cold blooded expression
a cold hearted expression is a cold hearted vein
a cold hearted expression is a cold hearted heart
cold hearted is cold hearted
a cold blooded vein is a cold blooding vein
a heart is a cold hearted heart
a heart is a cold hearted hearted
A poet
Never cease be
That's every poet's worries
A no streaming pen
No flowing words
No inking heart
A void in mind
An imagination
Not getting wild
Worry in vain
A poet in vein
Always regain
His kingdom reign
A poet.
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