A symbol of vulnerability
with implausible durability;
master at misrepresentation,
a bolster of modernization.
Praised for its lucidity,
nowise for its amorphicity;
such is human disposition,
seldom beholding composition.
A motif of permanence,
marking time’s impermanence.
Encapsulating sand and time,
an hourglass, marking life’s chime.
Made to be admired,
Only to be called 'uninspired’.
Its perspicuity appreciated by the unaware;
coloured, its vibrance ready to ensnare.
Weened to be understood and known,
yet, only misunderstood and unknown;
for such is the mystery of glass,
unable to be deciphered in a single pass.
Shattered and broken oft,
only to be restored aloft,
never seeming to age;
such is beauty when taken from an age-old page.
Behind us, lay five millennia of innovation.
Ahead, shall lie an eternity of appreciation;
for it is important lessons that we learn,
when observing Nature and her glassy urn.
Categories:
weened, appreciation, uplifting,
Form: Rhyme
She was born straddling a pair of ruby eyed dice
weened on black alleys and salty blue smiles-
Wild cat coaxing greenbacks from denim lined crags
riding hard-driving far-diving high-screaming brass-
Climbing steely mountains capped with pyrite hearts
she thanked a lost lord that tears didn't glow in the dark-
For a time she walked for miles along sunlit paths
which demanded pinches of patience and flakes of faith
neither of which her dream catcher could ever catch-
She died alone draped across a bent bottle cap thrown
trilobites and mad dogs marched out her Marlboro red throat-
Leaving stiletto scars on virgin faces of hope and eternity
that creamy queen of damnation with cherry stained knees-
(2008)
Categories:
weened, life,
Form: Free verse
Written By: D. Collins 7/10/19
Every man should never concede to dejection.
Every downfall should be our resurrection.
For, the things we've seen, and will never do again.
Brings forth the unique quality that makes us men.
A dying devotion to be about our family.
A hard, core soldier who stands up like me.
We should wear the shoes as best we can.
Which should be the only goal of every man.
Teaching, preaching and everything in between.
Is what every man should do before they are weened.
Just put in the work to ensure they will succeed.
I Gaurantee you, Yeah! They will stay "HUNGRY"!
Categories:
weened, appreciation, men,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
The incense of wisdom
and the stench of our pride
the aromatic flower
that hides in the night
the carelessness of love
the undignified treaty
our pride is forgotten
and addiction is weened
the actions of fools
the actions of fright
expose our intentions
that others will spite
we're punished by guilt
and appraised by the fallen
but our love will surpass
the treachery however daunting
fight for your will
for no one will treat it
as their thoughts revolve them
and are not sympathetic
for that which you stand, for this you must fall
undermine your demeanor
and prove unto all.
Categories:
weened, write,
Form: Blank verse
Human kindness whispering belongings
non filter elements of unbreeded blastphomies
content to wallow in willow bonds of cage happy
stilted mystics pleasure no pain windows
radiate love peace mystical motherloads
captured escapism moods of elegance raptutred
desire action in full swing nestled between
the neurons forever giving noncompetitive
nurturings blissful in capacity all
going weightless snapshots of arms waving
notes abound in archiac primitivity-------give
it to us all weened to bathe and breathe in
sustinance for the many all for everyone
substitute politics with annonimity of rationality
perk up your mind with ears of learning
prize thought over wasteless journies
of peak gain equality over measure
stance over readiness calm over storm
peer through the window pane eternal
soulful light mirrored intensities gladful
poignant sentient beings unforlorn natureboy naturegirl
natureclad newborns
tarry over mindful clouds of ozone deafness
choking in an airless vacuum
Categories:
weened, dream, fear, journey, life,
Form: Free verse
The Gragon >.>..>..>.<< is his queen,
and we are never seen
in the public making love,
but we are private beings,
being weened from milk to meat,
and retaining all our love,our natural love.
Searching guidance from above,
we are the Dinosaurers,too.
Gragon and my Ragon.
Green and Bleu.
Categories:
weened, imagination, life, love, mystery,
Form: Free verse