A Poem Thread

At the bottom of everything you held me close.
With whispered words that poured like rain, my eyes lit up like your neck never tasted this sweet.
Could it be you’ve taken care of me? A meaningless smile you sent is just like a call girl fucking another guy.
You must be too proud to watch my lips, too smooth to tightrope a chance in a million that it might work out.
You’re deep, and I’m scared but we’re born amongst the many that we live with, who really have no idea what they’re doing ether.
When we regret all we’ve given up, don’t tell me it was going away before I held you close, for I know love stretches arms father then a letter could carry your smile. Across seas I’ve encased kisses infused in rain, go outside just to find me.
The stars shall be your guide, to the sun that never did rise.
But I’ll be the smile of whispered words that poured like rain, and your eyes light up realizing you’ve never loved some one more then you do right now.
Let the world be your biggest mistake, you had it all but space is all you create.

But it’s all over. Yeah it’s all over.
 
zeus isnt so tought after all.

so call upon your fancy
you dance amosnt the chanting,
men applauding, calling out wisdomless haughtness.
They cant see beyond your victims,
who realized the lies they fed into,
and cried as their eyes lied for the last time.
The stories are cramped on tables, men reside and
hide your true mental, for your hearts are inevatably dry like the rest who.
walk amosnt your tongue
listening to the bitter spit
that drowns all comment sense
from whats left of you brain.
:m:
 
Days Go By

The day's stretch between us
So many unsaid words
And when I look at you I see a different person
I see someone who is fading
Losing life's splendor in a can of paint
And a half read book
Between good-byes there is not much
Between us there is not much
There are awkward silences now
When we used to talk so eagerly
Like two little girls whispering secrets
Now I see that you are no longer a little girl
And neither am I
You are letting it wear you down, years upon years
Spiraling towards you in a crashing tidal wave
Your eyes look so far away, as if they've lost something
They can never get a hold of again
What is a person
Who can't focus on much, but what they have to do
Instead of what they want to do
Who can't think of much to say anymore
And I snap when you try to talk
I don't understand sometimes
And neither do you
And when I cry I don't know if it's for you
Or the image before me of what the future holds
Will I become you? I do not know
And maybe when you look at me, you see you
And wish for what once was
Either way, wishing, hating, fearing
The days stretch between us
 
Thought Conjecture Numero One

Perfection... absolute unity...
Condition... positivity, Ja

...Rule the earth
Flow through the vine in the self
But come out in time

Crazed, dazed ...but not fazed
Merely amazed

Swat the fly
Hit the fan with your han'
d...

Like it


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From the now we look to the future with wonder
what will it be
feeling sorrow for everything that is gone and only in our memory
dreams are not dreams to me,they are real

I hear the sound of the ocean
rough and blue like a dream until the end of time
calling for the beginning of new day
now I wonder, I wonder what will it bring.

T.R.Kendall
 
Roses

I give you Roses
They are red like the colour of my heart
And has the fragrance of my undying soul...

Instead a clutter of words
The dead sounds of insiginificant phrases
Instead of cold metal gold
That silently shines
I offer you flowers
As a token, as a totem of my love
Reducing my Poems and Prose
To a symbol of a single Rose
Red like colour of my heart
Red like passion
Red like love...

-Lote-Tree
 
The Scholar's Moan

No matter what you know
it will leave you alone.
What maps you make
go largely unchartered.
Your students will only appease you
in good faith.
Your lesson will not strike home
in the citizen heart.

It is a perversion
to want to learn . . .
a perversity is knowledge-seeking
when your discoveries
insult a general others'

Your impulse to evangelism
clipped
You must practise like a monk
in secluded purpose
Coveting & cultivating a flame
of Truth,
a fire of Wisdom
that burns back
that wants justification
wants action in the life of Man
& explores madness in the rejection.
 
Yesterday I was so drunk that the alchohol actually bent my optic nerves
I woke up partially and temporarily blind
I felt, as though I had been beaten with blocks of ice and forced to lay on them
All memory was lost, everything seemed fleeing away from me
Time, both in my head, and on the clock, was murky and irrelevant
I was too tired to even breath, think, function, or feel, and I had lost my orientation.
The headache going throw my head was uncomparable and unbearable
I gathered thyself for one last cast at life
It was a beautiful day
Sipping a cup of something and looking at the window
I couldn't be any better at being worse
I digressed in a fluid state of mind
Free flowing nuclear reactions ratling my body and soul, like its begging me
Its April, my birthday is around sometime this time of year
What am I going to do today I wondered, something to change the world
Time to change the world again, time awaste is afoot
 
Every Easter I hide eggs for my wife and dog. Our dog hunts for hers by smell and opens the plastic eggs to get the treat inside. My wife finds candy, and 14 eggs contain a single, numbered line from a sonnet that I write for Easter. They are a "State-of-our-Relationship Address" that I work on for a few weeks.

I'm not the greatest poet, but I do like a nice theme and hidden meanings that take her multiple readings to wring out. Here is this year's:

At the feet of two lovers, drape these shadows so horribly long
Casting out across the hushed stillness of our newly wetted lawn.
Above us pelts a robin, or is that perhaps the nightingale’s song?
Is this the mist of dusk? Or does now drip the dew of early dawn?

It is but a single day across which our racing love will arc.
Each moment, suspended like a midday cloud, ne’er to be repeated.
So strain our eyes! Hope and fear for the onset of light or dark.
And watch these shadows, so long. Has our sweet time already receded?

A star! Oh, the astronomer in me hoped to ne’er see another.
But wait. It hangs solitary and faint, perhaps it is one to wander!
If so, please not be that crimson god of war, but the other
one of blue morn and lady-love of which we’re ever fonder.

Signs of two kinds surround us, but there is no doubt we lie on love’s brink.
Sometimes I feel our noon has passed, but look now, my love! Our shadows shrink!
 
playing like dolls on strings
doing what our brain little sings,
going to and going from,
saying hi, saying bye.

turn around, upside down,
adjust your ears to different sounds,
open eyes, when no-one knows,
look upon the world unknown.

shadows walk on their own,
ghostly fires in darkness grow,
thousands of years ignite in night
for one moment that overwhelms the time.

put yourself in the beast,
and be consumed in the cosmic feast,
drown yourself in total peace
beyond all the fears and dreams.

become an incarnation of light
in the fire of eternal night,
become the source of the power of gods,
it is time to become yourself!
 
Something To Look Forward To

Oh what a relief it will be
to lose my grasp
on sanity,
become some one else, who isn’t me,
when I finally fall
out of my tree.

My troubles in increasing trend
will come shortly
to an end,
and I can be my own friend,
when I slip around
the bend.

To cross the line of genius
without a swear
or cuss,
a total minimum of fuss,
drop quietly into
madness
 
Madness is nor pretty, nor does it feel good. I've spent more than one hour in an insane asylum (not as a patient), and it's really nothing to strive for.
 
I can understand that, but sometimes there's just the idea: "become some one else, who isn’t me" - depends where you are in life. I did write it a while ago.
 
Whilst I was walking on the stair
I met a man who wasn't there

He wasn't there again today
I think he's from the CIA.
 
Title: sciforums insomnia

My lips are being sealed
I am all but a rock
drifting on ocean's bottom
that has dried up

My eyes are being shut
I wish to see again
My wishes are nothing
In this Era to remain

My mind wishes to know
I got all but my mind to think
but soon my mind will be blocked
and even as I run it will sink
to ocean's bottom below
that has long dried up
were blind fish once lived
lead by deaf coup
 
yeah....

You are all really good writers in your own way. I just wanted to say that before I shared...

What Happens Now?
Living in delicate secrets
And hiding in paper thin lies.
Bury it within
This deep coffin,
Thousands of feet down.
Hearts will dig forever,
While brains sit and watch;
The soul turns too busy to notice.
Will time now become a marauder,
Stealing what has now been forgotten?
So, the heart has grown cold,
The brain is skeptical,
And the soul yearns for death.
"What happens now?" The skeleton cries.
"Nothing, you've given up." The soul replies.
The skeleton then crumbles to dust,
And time weeps for the souls that are lost.
Lyrics Unsung
I'm floating on a cload
All the way up above
Listening to the wind,
Singing lyrics unsung
That only stars will hear
And I will be there
On my cloud up above
A Secret Hide
A hidden door,
A secret floor,
Mistakes happen.
A hidden face,
A secret race,
Watching out.
A hidden friend,
A secret mend,
Another book read.
A hidden kiss,
A secret abiss,
Dreams can come true.
A hidden lie,
A secret sigh,
Just waiting.
A hidden me,
A secret key,
Future untold.

Thanks for reading if you did and if not, thanks for sharing your poems for people to read.
 
Silent choices

I am not sure how this came to be
Standing here bleeding my soul out on to thee
The edge is sharp and no return,
Yet the idea brings pleasure to me.

As I place its' finality upon my wrist,
My thoughts took an interesting twist,
For the first time in my life it occurred to me
I have a choice that I simply could not see.

To live or to die was what I simply asked
To know that to live would be as free
Because I now have a choice which I can make
Solely mine and voluntarily

I know I can die any time I like
So why now I ask
When tomorrow will do.
Or the next day after or the one after that,
But this is my one and only choice that I have
To give life a chance something death can't do.

So I placed the instrument of my liberation
Down on the table in sudden exhilaration
I learned a lesson when there was no way
I finally found out I had a say.​
2004​
 
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