Long Life Cycle Poems
#LifeCycle
The Longing Flower ...
A bird flew by and dropped a seed,
It landed softly on fertile soil.
With time, it grew, deep roots to hold,
But the flower dreamed of fields afar,
Longing to leave and reach the sky,
Unbound, untethered, and free to roam.
"Why must I stay when I wish to roam?"
It asked as life stirred within the seed.
The wind would whisper of the wide, free sky,
Yet something held it fast to the soil.
It yearned for adventures distant and far,
But the earth, unyielding, kept its hold.
The flower grew, but...
It landed softly on fertile soil.
With time, it grew, deep roots to hold,
But the flower dreamed of fields afar,
Longing to leave and reach the sky,
Unbound, untethered, and free to roam.
"Why must I stay when I wish to roam?"
It asked as life stirred within the seed.
The wind would whisper of the wide, free sky,
Yet something held it fast to the soil.
It yearned for adventures distant and far,
But the earth, unyielding, kept its hold.
The flower grew, but...
#LifeCycle
#metaphor
#philosophical
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A Bottle Chalks Destiny
A believer curled,
dim eating fed garbage,
hallucinating, inhaling jars,
kitchen lights mulched,
nostrils open, pour quandries raw,
scarred tarpits, unhinged,
very wellworth xrated yahoo zen,
arteries blasted, crooked doers,
evil family gatherings,
hone invisible jewels, kidders laugh, mad notice, oats poured, quaker residuals sewn,
titular, underlined, verified, winner,
xrated yahoo zen, applicable, ballpoint, cent,
dole eager fist gall, humane,
intend kink, lament,
may nightmares...
dim eating fed garbage,
hallucinating, inhaling jars,
kitchen lights mulched,
nostrils open, pour quandries raw,
scarred tarpits, unhinged,
very wellworth xrated yahoo zen,
arteries blasted, crooked doers,
evil family gatherings,
hone invisible jewels, kidders laugh, mad notice, oats poured, quaker residuals sewn,
titular, underlined, verified, winner,
xrated yahoo zen, applicable, ballpoint, cent,
dole eager fist gall, humane,
intend kink, lament,
may nightmares...
#LifeCycle
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Lady Fancy R.I.P. ( A tribute )
I knew Lori as well anyone knows someone whom they've never met but knew so well..
She was on DUP at the same time I was but we never crossed paths until we did.
Ironically we worked at the same company in the city but did not know each other then.
Had we known each other then we surely would have had drinks downstairs in the bar where everyone went on Friday nights...
That brings us to DUP.
I think she commented on one of my poems and I back and then another and that went on for awhile. Till one day I posted a painting with one of my poems and then it was...
She was on DUP at the same time I was but we never crossed paths until we did.
Ironically we worked at the same company in the city but did not know each other then.
Had we known each other then we surely would have had drinks downstairs in the bar where everyone went on Friday nights...
That brings us to DUP.
I think she commented on one of my poems and I back and then another and that went on for awhile. Till one day I posted a painting with one of my poems and then it was...
#death
#LifeCycle
#sadness
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Just Wait
You’re a devil running through heaven,
Left me tasting flames,
Ashes burned into my eyes.
Love blinded me so,
Locked heart, locked the skies.
Still, I watched you fly.
Angel with a devil’s tail,
Or devil with an angel’s wings
How do I escape you?
A ghost runs through my mind,
Eyes fixed on fading light,
What was our love, but a sick joke?
Just wait, the stars will turn,
One day, the flames won’t burn.
You’ll see the truth in the scars I earned, ...
Left me tasting flames,
Ashes burned into my eyes.
Love blinded me so,
Locked heart, locked the skies.
Still, I watched you fly.
Angel with a devil’s tail,
Or devil with an angel’s wings
How do I escape you?
A ghost runs through my mind,
Eyes fixed on fading light,
What was our love, but a sick joke?
Just wait, the stars will turn,
One day, the flames won’t burn.
You’ll see the truth in the scars I earned, ...
#hurt
#LifeCycle
#love #TimeHeals
#love #TimeHeals
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reality/dreams/ being(s)
I wished I were an "alien" if it meant that I could teleport to one's spaceship- and ascend into a pleasant state of existence;
"culture" is a double edged predicament; I wish there were a list from which one could choose what society one'd like to inhabit-
like "liberation" within reason; it's true- i absolutely agree- that existence isn't what it's been hyped up to be; it's like those sort of misleading twisted random dreams you wake up from like-
yea something...
"culture" is a double edged predicament; I wish there were a list from which one could choose what society one'd like to inhabit-
like "liberation" within reason; it's true- i absolutely agree- that existence isn't what it's been hyped up to be; it's like those sort of misleading twisted random dreams you wake up from like-
yea something...
#escape
#humankind
#LifeCycle #philosophical
#LifeCycle #philosophical
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if I could at will-I'd escape into a better realm
unlike edits and corrections on a literal writing piece; life experiences are like overlapping graffiti stains that's made its mark upon ones' psyche;
scrubbing those walls could feel like centuries-though it doesn't take away ones' memories; that's why I absolutely understand what it means to subconsciously browse the archives- then a drink is what one needs....
do we have freewill? yes. but this "matrix" does deceive; so do we really? they say the "devil's in the details"- life's portrait's...
scrubbing those walls could feel like centuries-though it doesn't take away ones' memories; that's why I absolutely understand what it means to subconsciously browse the archives- then a drink is what one needs....
do we have freewill? yes. but this "matrix" does deceive; so do we really? they say the "devil's in the details"- life's portrait's...
#FeelingTrapped
#humankind
#LifeCycle
#spiritual
#SelfReflection
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The Narrow Path
I had once gone to London on vacation,
walking along the Thames, far, far away in dreams,
or maybe in fragments of a life that once was,
or could have been.
There was powder on my face,
a devil's trumpet in my hand,
and so many warnings,
but youth is deaf,
and wisdom,
a ghost cloaked in the unseen years ahead.
I was muscle-bound,
well-dressed,
a leather belt cinching a polished facade.
Yet beneath, I was already unraveling.
It was autumn, I remember,
the leaves spiraling downward,
their slow...
walking along the Thames, far, far away in dreams,
or maybe in fragments of a life that once was,
or could have been.
There was powder on my face,
a devil's trumpet in my hand,
and so many warnings,
but youth is deaf,
and wisdom,
a ghost cloaked in the unseen years ahead.
I was muscle-bound,
well-dressed,
a leather belt cinching a polished facade.
Yet beneath, I was already unraveling.
It was autumn, I remember,
the leaves spiraling downward,
their slow...
#anger
#frustration
#God
#honesty
#LifeCycle
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a real honest conversation....
the idea of.... everlasting peace.... time being nothing more than a concept.... knowing.... what it feels to be "loved" truly, deeply, intimately, reciprocation on both sides with ease....
when nothing feels like a sacrifice.... where on "earth" could that be? it's unusually beyond belief.... ego always leads....
"love yourself...." , "they say"; i mean-after all-alone you were conceived- and alone you will decease.... what else do people say? "nothing worth having comes easy...." ...
when nothing feels like a sacrifice.... where on "earth" could that be? it's unusually beyond belief.... ego always leads....
"love yourself...." , "they say"; i mean-after all-alone you were conceived- and alone you will decease.... what else do people say? "nothing worth having comes easy...." ...
#LifeCycle
#escape
#FeelingTrapped #freedom
#FeelingTrapped #freedom
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The Walking Dead series
when I think of The Walking Dead Series- I resonate with the character Bob indeed; but I can't help but think of season 1 episode 6- about the laboratory;
-how I'd for sure feel at a crossroads- how for sure I'd considered not wanting to leave- with the bomb unable to be deactivated counting down to explode;
I'd need someone to give me that good old false hope- like how dale did for Andrea- despite their later down the line gruesome fate they'd surely undergo....
art imitates life.... but I...
-how I'd for sure feel at a crossroads- how for sure I'd considered not wanting to leave- with the bomb unable to be deactivated counting down to explode;
I'd need someone to give me that good old false hope- like how dale did for Andrea- despite their later down the line gruesome fate they'd surely undergo....
art imitates life.... but I...
#apocalypse
#LifeCycle
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October Poems 2024 >> broken strings—broken wings
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 29
broken strings—broken wings
the spot you’ve left here vacant
no longer find i fragrant,
for all your charm has vanished with the wind.
the voices i am hearing
have petrified my bearing
for i am by their told-you-so chagrined.
that cold october morning,
without the slightest warning,
your heart repurposed was no longer mine,
for you had...
DAY 29
broken strings—broken wings
the spot you’ve left here vacant
no longer find i fragrant,
for all your charm has vanished with the wind.
the voices i am hearing
have petrified my bearing
for i am by their told-you-so chagrined.
that cold october morning,
without the slightest warning,
your heart repurposed was no longer mine,
for you had...
#birthday
#heartbroken
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#UnrequitedLove
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Mona Lisa
Love is black, so was she.
I have regrets at not asking, but it was never gonna be.
If we dared to love, we would have broken apart,
The truest form of feeling good.
Memories I hold.
I paint their picture like a masterpiece.
It’s starting to look old.
People come and people go.
It’s the stories they tell you that you keep in your soul.
From the first to the last,
I can see love in all its glory,
But the past is the past.
Friends with Wifey...not likely.
The simple truth...
I have regrets at not asking, but it was never gonna be.
If we dared to love, we would have broken apart,
The truest form of feeling good.
Memories I hold.
I paint their picture like a masterpiece.
It’s starting to look old.
People come and people go.
It’s the stories they tell you that you keep in your soul.
From the first to the last,
I can see love in all its glory,
But the past is the past.
Friends with Wifey...not likely.
The simple truth...
#LifeCycle
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ONE HEART (II)-(newly revised, much longer, expanded revision)
ONE HEART
BROKE SLOWLY
LIKE FALLING LEAVES
THE OTHER
SHOOK COLDLY
YET CLUNG
TO THE TREE
HERE LATE
IN THE SEASON
OF THEIR
NATURAL FALL
WITH WINTER S
DEEP CLOSURE ...
BROKE SLOWLY
LIKE FALLING LEAVES
THE OTHER
SHOOK COLDLY
YET CLUNG
TO THE TREE
HERE LATE
IN THE SEASON
OF THEIR
NATURAL FALL
WITH WINTER S
DEEP CLOSURE ...
#fall
#LifeCycle
#memories
#SelfReflection
#winter
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DU Poetry : Long Life Cycle Poems