more to nonsense than no sense
more to no sense than presence
more to presence than breath-fencing,
with sharpened tools a suffering soul

more to lens flare than light
more to light than lens'd retinas
more to lens'd retinas than drinking plants,
with directionless songs a suffering soul

A finger pointed at the moon
A farther's hand a child's face
For the first time the child sees
The finger crumbles with the farther
The child's face now like the sun

My feelings don't belong to me
But I fear to give them leave.
For I don't know if when they go
How they'll come back to me.

But keeping them as I do
With eyes wide keeping guard.
I grow sick and tired ravaged
Littered now with scars.

My fellows too of this earth
Who do deserve my love.
Are being starved of sweet delight
As I cage this dove.

Thinking gets the best of me
While I try to best the beast.
I can't destroy it with it's self
I try but get no peace.

Somethings coming for me though
And with it comes release.
No not death for me just yet
But a harvest and a feast.

Poetry s'a cure to me
Sometimes
It can be my adversary
Sometimes
That's about the way of it
Will it work or won't it fit
Hope I get the hang of it
Sometimes

I wish to be a glimmer
In my farther's eye once more
So long I haven't seen him,
He ain't coming back no more

Ain't coming back but I'm not sore
Can't help to notice but don't hurt no more
Saw the future once haha or so I thought I saw
Nevermore nevermore saw some Poe the day before
Where is this going? nowhere well oh here's a.

Quietly, almost silently, a furious fire is roaring
My heart is breaking and soon I'll become dust
Love is tender and the touch is soft, but I, am bitter
A heart of stone, wrapped in a blanket which is love
Standing stranded in the middle of a desert,
No matter which way you look there is nothing, my dear
The sorrow of a young man's heart,
What will I be, ever apart?

What have I done, I've destroyed myself
My pain was before you, my friend,
What beauty is there in corruption
What wonder in disease and futility?

My heart is deceitful above all things,
Who can understand it?
I have triumph in my desolation;
The King of a darkened world...
I had many nightmares in yesteryear,
And by God's grace I was saved.

In fellowship by grace,
With you anywhere you may go,
I would have loved you for ever
Tell me, what do you think of me?
The sorrow of an old man's heart,
What will I be, ever apart?

Comments / feedback / improvements?

The dusty moth,
A butterfly not
On a branch, still, then
Moved suddenly into flight.
A ring around
The fullen dusky moon,
Suspended by delight
Surely it's home is there.
~for Melba T Ewing (Mom )

Shinzi:
My thought is it's beautiful, my comment is thank you, and how could you improve beauty?


A remarkable sweetness derives from the bitterest fruit.

Crisis of identity
Crisis of I, Den, is it me?
My identity is in crisis
My Den is in chrysalis
My crisis is in Christ's chalice
My vices are Christ's challenge
I prize this and am rebalensed

Crawling forward
Something warm
I embrace
Feels like mother
I go on

Cold now
Facing brother
Struggle
Death
Reborn

Wisdom here
Binding time
Larynx
bridging death
Partially

There She is
How to ask her
Warm again
Eros
Take me

My sanctuary,
Of newts and kookaburras,
Quiet billabong.

Dust settles slowly
Free and floating it would seem
Then touching the ground

I don't have a land,
To roam in and feel free.
Taken by the hand,
Of private property.

Kept in place by violence,
With other names to guise.
Defend myself with silence
But I will not close my eyes

Semantics used to guide,
To label just to hide,
These dirty tricks,
This bogus fix,
As on my back they ride.

I'm working on this poem dedicated to my friend Joe Bun. As I said, work in progress, but also, rhythmically, I've tried my best to break it up with the lines. Aaand things in italics read as if you realise that something you just said was actually wrong. (ok this is finished now)

Oh Joe oh Joe
Joe oh Joe oh Joe Bunn Joe
Whats happened to the fun Joe?
Gone all out on a run Joe
Jo Bunn Joe oh fun Joe
Can't stand to know
Oh Bunn oh
Oh Joe so
I've come up with a plan Bunn
Oh Joe Bunn
Fun Bunn o'll Joe son
We'll take it to the man son
Tear down castles of sand Bunn
Oh Joe Bunn
No medley in his hand Joe
His hand Bunn
Card tricks and vapor mix
His poker handful of house of cards Joe
He'll never know what hit him Bunn
When Joe Bunn
Joe son
Comes out of the sun
And hits him square in the circle Joe
That's right Joe
I'm talking 'bout the dark side
Of the farther imago Joe
Oh Joe oh Joe
Catch a tiger by it's Joe
Oh Joe
No Joe
Catch a tiger by it's toe
No Joe no Joe
Not that tiger let it go
Well Joe wow Joe
catch Bunn for fun Joe
My mother always said Joe
Don't look at the Bunn or you'll go blind son
Blind Bunn
she said I'll go blind Joe
So I'll catch Bunn by his toe Joe
And if he bites I'll be on a little dishy
A little fishy Joe
Don't you think so?
When the ships come in we'll go out swimming Bunn
we'll go out singing Joe
When the music stops we'll go on swinging
And lose our seats
Those musical chairs
But who cares bun?
Because we can sit on the floor
Well
The Bunns rising son so Joe
I'll stick my leg out over the rainbow
And fall Joe
When I do I'll grab my toe
When I'm a tiger I'll let go
Which finger did it bite Bunn?
that's enough ey Joe
For tonight

Hey Mods can we Sticky this, there's like a billion posts

And if I wish to make this rhyme it'll have to do with ghosts or hosts or maybe even toasts.

When I die
I'll be awake
A thunderous roar
The ground will quake
I'll not prey
But thou will take
What thou will take
And make of it
What thou will make

They say choose your allies wisely
I choose my allies lightly
Softly
Whats come today is gone tomorrow
Who is anyone anyway?
"I love you"
"You love me"
But only for a moment
Lets not kid that
I'd love a child though
My child
I long for a true love
I don't mean true love like fake love
I mean love like let live
Like I don't know
Like help each other grow
Whatever that means
Like help each other flow
Wherever that may
Gather ye rosebuds
And go away love
No craven love
A coward sent to betray love
You think love but it's really hate love
Like you better love or you better hurt
But I have better than that love
And I love even the dirt beneath my feet
I love my feet and I don't need to tell them
Every now and then I'll smell them
I smell other things too
Like the rain after it's gone
There's even a word for that
Look it up and use it if you want to
It cant hurt to

Feel like I'm almost spamming or something ¯\_("3)_/¯

From the east he came west against the mountain
Flowers he picked just now
Flowers from my grave
Flowers he picked just now

... Wintu Song