My roots, eaten away,
The burrowing termites of worries,
The branches I spread out,
Moan under the burdens taxing.
My limbs creak and scrape,
When I attempt to bloom
Uprooted from the breed, I lurch
Bared to the bones, barks peeling.
Core sucking vermins crawl over me
Weakening my relentless vigor
Tomorrow I crumble to dust,
Unknown, unseen and forgotten.
Friday, June 22, 2012
Monday, June 4, 2012
Immortal portal
The perfect door eluded
My ceaseless pursuit,
Grudgingly, I compromised,
Holding on was moot.
Miraculous happening,
On the slated day,
The builder made it,
A two panel doorway.
Embellish I did with,
Colorful accessories,
And, now it shall feature,
In lot of my stories.
My ceaseless pursuit,
Grudgingly, I compromised,
Holding on was moot.
Miraculous happening,
On the slated day,
The builder made it,
A two panel doorway.
Embellish I did with,
Colorful accessories,
And, now it shall feature,
In lot of my stories.
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Pastoral Upheaval
Stormy seas, I navigate,
Its the calm I fear,
Rages of the river, I weather,
The rippleless current I dread.
Complacently, I set sail,
In the hope of a tempest,
A downpour is welcomed,
And, the sunny bright stunned.
I surrender the ship,
And, persevere in a raft,
tumultuous ride, I anticipate,
Now, the fear does abate.
Its the calm I fear,
Rages of the river, I weather,
The rippleless current I dread.
Complacently, I set sail,
In the hope of a tempest,
A downpour is welcomed,
And, the sunny bright stunned.
I surrender the ship,
And, persevere in a raft,
tumultuous ride, I anticipate,
Now, the fear does abate.
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Abeyance
This moment, I stop
Just an abrupt stop,
I pause fearing to breathe,
Lifeless, motionless, I sob.
Beneath me, just below,
Underneath, my pale skin,
Is a deluge waiting to flow,
A day's - not; year's worth.
Is my life a sorrow?
It isn't, I can't deny.
Ceaselessly I borrow,
Inspiration to keep so.
What is it I await?
What is this hollwo?
Why does it fall apart?
In this slime, I wallow.
Just an abrupt stop,
I pause fearing to breathe,
Lifeless, motionless, I sob.
Beneath me, just below,
Underneath, my pale skin,
Is a deluge waiting to flow,
A day's - not; year's worth.
Is my life a sorrow?
It isn't, I can't deny.
Ceaselessly I borrow,
Inspiration to keep so.
What is it I await?
What is this hollwo?
Why does it fall apart?
In this slime, I wallow.
Friday, June 1, 2012
Muse and cues suffuse
Poetry grips me and consumes,
Cautiously I trudge into,
Subjects varied among.
Nature envelopes me
Shrouding my thoughts in color,
Chronic recurrent words seem.
A lack of imagination,
And a fear of the taboo,
Curbs my assortment.
Never the sights of greatness,
Will I ever get to glimpse,
Nor the peaks of triumph.
A simple glee nonetheless,
Prevails in each completion,
Of every middling verse.
Cautiously I trudge into,
Subjects varied among.
Nature envelopes me
Shrouding my thoughts in color,
Chronic recurrent words seem.
A lack of imagination,
And a fear of the taboo,
Curbs my assortment.
Never the sights of greatness,
Will I ever get to glimpse,
Nor the peaks of triumph.
A simple glee nonetheless,
Prevails in each completion,
Of every middling verse.
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