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Fragments of feeling , Fragments of poetry |
Fragments Original Poems Mockingbird An Old Man in the back room dying, In the nursery, a baby crying. Life always arrives with plaintiff cries while Death comes with raspy lungs. Out the window , a mockingbird sings. Cold Fires Are we ever so alone as when we walk with the star? Twinkling in the heavens… Cold fires burning. Heedless to or needs, Indifferent To our yearning, And all else we call ours. Some claim to read destiny , In distant fiery orbs, Or claim to give their life in faith, To the Lord. Oh, God, your eternal presence Is conspicuous in its absence Must we ever wander through an uncaring Universe, Alone? Abyss Infinite abyss of time. All Is awash upon your sea. All that is, Was Will ever be Is eroded from existence, Worn down by your persistence Shoals of the universe cannot contain your endlessness We are a fleeting presence… Lost. In the vastness of time More than space. Diluvian flow of milliniae conceal mysteries infinite. Empires rise , rule , fall and are forgotten In but a century or three…what of the milliniae of milliniae? Universes might burst into being , fade into finite and be born again … In but a moment of your august presence All is ever awash Upon the sea of time Bleeding Away Drops of time Run through my fingers Bleeding away My life As surely as they were Drops of Blood In Passing A flower blooms in the early morning sun. A butterfly lights upon it, In passing Their colors complement, They are : Beautiful , Magnificent, Delicate. A flower wilts in harsh afternoon sun. A butterfly snapped up by a blackbird, In passing The harsh and the ugly, Destroy the beauty , In this meadow. In the essence of me. My happiness is as the follower. And the butterfly. It is : Beautiful, Magnificent, Delicate. Its moments are fleeting … It graces me only in passing. Oblivion The cruel sun takes no notice When a bud blooms from stony ground. And even less is taken, When winters chill cuts it down. Life is fleeting, time is dear, The stars are uncaring and cold No loss I’ll feel when my time is near, If I had but you to hold. Unforgettable Time, that “old ,bald cheater “ Steals our lives from us all. Masterpieces beauty fade, Great civilizations fall. Stars that shine for aeons, Supernova , to black holes. Seemingly much alike the ones, Time wears in all our souls. Not you my dear, your memory, Always in my mind… Withstands eternity’s erosions You stand outside of time. Your Apathy: remembered from Confinement I try to think of joyous things: Life, freedom and cerulean skies. I try to remember the smell of your hair, Or picture your deep blue eyes, I imagine in them hopeful things, Like love I might find there… But all illusions sublimate, The truth is you don’t care. The Dream of Flight Circling ,Spiraling A cerulean dream; Diving ,flying Flashing unseen; Universal wonder Breathed in like air; Bombastic thunder Awakening unaware Senses that slept… Now tingle with life; Flowing hair swept, Cold air as a knife. Endless sea of azure Billowing white giants; Thrilling ,chilling ,so pure Chemo-physical alliance; Adrenaline designed pipedream A trick of the head; Plummeting with a sudden scream, I awake in my bed. Dew on the Rose Crystalline sphere of dangling dew, On the trembling brink of crimson painted petals. Suddenly plummeting Ending its life; Violently creating a dozen shining diamonds. Darkness The dark casts shadows The blackness breaths Night is my soul, Turmoil beneath Unquenchable fires That chill and not warm Have frozen my heart, And twisted my form. My perception twisted , To curse is to bless My tears long since dried up, Call my name Darkness. Venom Coiled, twisted serpents of despair Writhe like furtive thoughts Through my mind Through my heart They slither, My spirit crushed within those coils. Reticulating , constricting , suffocating… All hope succumbs to the creeping Venom. Dawning When night’s wet carpet has fallen, Before dawn paints the east. As the night birds cease calling And the darkness is released. I call unto you dear, From across the sky, As the first rays appear, I pray you’ll answer by and by. But a billion bright ambassadors, Of the early morning light, Illuminates my delusions, My heart dies with the night. Revelations Time as time, And time again… I was sore alone I tenderly prodded For my broken heart: Surprise! It was gone. So I poked some more, Looking for my love, But it was missing too, None could I find , Not for myself, And certainly none for you. |