Category Abstract and Modern Freestyle Poetry
the way light and shadow
play hide and seek.
I search and see a foggy future
in clear Waterford crystal.
It shatters as seconds cease
to tick tick on.
Man and Woman made together partaking in a heavenly parade
luminously walking along one’s own brigade, fully powered
Clearly connecting kinetically communicating through the cosmos
A fabric to weave in and out of the one mused most
Enveloped in a theory of strings and mindful news posts
Set up a series of lyrical hosts discovering the deepest cognitive coasts
Visually experiencing the tides of thought in the eyes mind and believing in
Sending messages of safe passage over seas
Weathering storms, disease and all liquid creatures swimming about
Destructive demonstrated dance dialect positioning translation
The days are long, hot, and maddening,
the nights cloudy, starless, and sultry.
Sleep withheld behind a heavy dark veil.
Spirit weary in its empty aloneness.
Fleeting visions from happier times,
refuse to project, on the silver screen within.
Joy from dust-covered chapters, dissolves in decay,
upon the sagging shelves of remembrance.
I am a mime.
Burning fingers pressed
against frozen air.
Fingerprints engraved on the whirl
of wind that guards your heart,
hides your heart,
traps your heart in the eye
of the storm. Snatches
wisps of meaning
with intrusive fingers.
Promises bits of something better…
promises unfulfilled.
I draw closer.
Laughing, taunting, stealing
the breath from my lungs.
Worn lungs,
searching for air,
gasping for words,
for some part of myself
to launch into the wind
as if it could reach you.
Earth, Stars, the canvas, brushed
Each being a thread in its tapestry
Illuminating verses in history’s ode
Soul; Debate of old, Mortal’s kin
Far fonder than a blissful reverie,
Aura of vibrant, pure wonder,
Scents of nature divine
Something is menacing in every bemuse;
as something unspecified grows into my cranium.
flare of old remembrance transpire me into a nerve-racking feeling.
The boundary in my intellect has become slain;
The road I stride has become deceased;
as all subsistence commodity thing’s are lamented.
The only thing that exhalation is only the extinct zephyr.
Planes falling from the sky.
darkness all around me.
everyone’s eyes are filled with fear.
fear, fear is all I see.
I hide in a corner and wait for it to pass.
but the darkness, just will not leave.
As dawn breaks, in unison with this heart
Little sounds of you dribble down the gallery
Like pebbles in the stream behind – into my room
As an artist to canvas, in my thoughts, I paint –
Your breast heaving in long, abysmal sighs of content
In cavernous snores of ignorance and bliss
And I – but a wayward ghost in our home
Haunting the very same cracks and crevices
lily of the death valley
heads to light through the wire-
mesh-netted-fence
unoffended
undisclosed
elevators are needless now
and I am a coward.
I keep running,
thinking I can escape it.
No distance
takes me
any further from
you.
I can’t hold onto
this image
I have of you. I
need
you to
leave my thoughts
forever.
You are wonderful
and I am a freak,
undeserving of your
presence.
