Submissions by lotuscountry (SelahV)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Apr 2012 2:46am
12th Apr 2012 2:46am
Love 1
And shall I lose myself in this gift
as though it were
for God my offering,
to his arms
hands
fingers
tips
which like a hushed most secret prayer
desire, and all the moreso need
this
warm dissolve
into the deep
feeding of my senses
answered after the kneading waiting
of all centuries and so many countries
traveled
to arrive in this mysterious
here,
now
by his touch.
Like the explorers setting sail
upon the ocean current of
all control surrendered,
the great...
as though it were
for God my offering,
to his arms
hands
fingers
tips
which like a hushed most secret prayer
desire, and all the moreso need
this
warm dissolve
into the deep
feeding of my senses
answered after the kneading waiting
of all centuries and so many countries
traveled
to arrive in this mysterious
here,
now
by his touch.
Like the explorers setting sail
upon the ocean current of
all control surrendered,
the great...
628 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Apr 2012 1:48am
11th Apr 2012 1:48am
Mourning
there's no poetry to be found here.
i guess that means that
finally life has shown me
true grief.
true grief
is when you look death in the eye
and you know
that you are eternally bound
by it's silence
that no matter how much
you'd like to expose it
you can not,
even if
you are a poet.
true grief
is that kind of secret.
i guess that means that
finally life has shown me
true grief.
true grief
is when you look death in the eye
and you know
that you are eternally bound
by it's silence
that no matter how much
you'd like to expose it
you can not,
even if
you are a poet.
true grief
is that kind of secret.
687 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Apr 2012 2:17pm
6th Apr 2012 2:17pm
was
jaggedshardsofwas
flickerlikeaflame
andsting,
dreamsthatwentastray...
flickerlikeaflame
andsting,
dreamsthatwentastray...
705 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Apr 2012 2:43am
4th Apr 2012 2:43am
last word
I have to return to the battlefield of intimate vengeance
where the stink of blood rotting is venomous
and speak the last word.
Like a compulsed gambler, I can not sit still in my losses.
My stomach is weak, I am tortured by the nastiness
of a bad taste
left in my mouth,
they have to be flavored right, my goodbyes.
I'm in a new house with new people and new sounds.
The clock across from me seems to be broken
it keeps tripping and ticking
loud on the same...
where the stink of blood rotting is venomous
and speak the last word.
Like a compulsed gambler, I can not sit still in my losses.
My stomach is weak, I am tortured by the nastiness
of a bad taste
left in my mouth,
they have to be flavored right, my goodbyes.
I'm in a new house with new people and new sounds.
The clock across from me seems to be broken
it keeps tripping and ticking
loud on the same...
786 reads
8 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2012 4:23am
3rd Apr 2012 4:23am
My Lord
My Lord,
in the truly humbled, wounded
broken holy quiet spaces of my heart
where all feelings deep
and boiling passions
exist with only the life and breath of reverence
as no more pride of voice
than an all encompassing
prayerful desperate hush
of hope
(and a hidden treasury of trust
rushing from my heart
like water falling)
i beg you
be with me now Father,
rise for me
again.
in the truly humbled, wounded
broken holy quiet spaces of my heart
where all feelings deep
and boiling passions
exist with only the life and breath of reverence
as no more pride of voice
than an all encompassing
prayerful desperate hush
of hope
(and a hidden treasury of trust
rushing from my heart
like water falling)
i beg you
be with me now Father,
rise for me
again.
764 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2012 4:06am
3rd Apr 2012 4:06am
the body of a poet speaks true
way down under
the endarkened thickets
of unprocessed emotions,
with every crevasse of myself
overfull
internal pressure
that can't release
endless effort
of my will
to find my heart
and to create motion
rhythm, a pounding holy jurisdiction
against this dank, dark, sad
loss of self,
confusion and hemoglobic
metamorphic
holistically deflated
suffocated, unexpressed soul song
stagnation and the burning smell
of no escape
at it's worst
...
the endarkened thickets
of unprocessed emotions,
with every crevasse of myself
overfull
internal pressure
that can't release
endless effort
of my will
to find my heart
and to create motion
rhythm, a pounding holy jurisdiction
against this dank, dark, sad
loss of self,
confusion and hemoglobic
metamorphic
holistically deflated
suffocated, unexpressed soul song
stagnation and the burning smell
of no escape
at it's worst
...
710 reads
6 Comments
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