Poetry Blogs (feeling)
A hyper-sensitivity of feeling
your art connects across the senses
The roughness of ancient bark
beneath gentle fingertips
A kiss from rock-pool water
warm against bare ankles
A double exposure
it's poetry, the sensuality
the sheer never timid beauty
lensed so gracefully
with such assurance and dexterity
The texture, a waking daydream
a cloak of fog, shaft of sunligh...
Tuesday 19th January 2021 4:38 pm
Roots of Love
Ones moon rises as the others descends.
The Sun brings their identity as they unlock their worlds.
One gusts into the world as Air.
One ignites into the world as Fire.
One love’s expressing through intellectuality!
One’s motivated by inspirations and aspirations!
The moon is the Soul of their identities.
One’s Soul reacts to experiences,
with discernment ...
Wednesday 2nd December 2020 7:21 pm
Do you look around?
The great ones did, and they wrote about it.
(the mediocre ones did too)
They looked, no they SAW,
And they wrote......
They did not choose to see, they just SAW,
And they did not want to write, they had to,
Because people who see would explode, vaporize, disappear, or something,
If they didn't write.
The world has no oth...
Saturday 29th August 2020 6:58 pm
~I'm the thin layer of ice that forms on paved surfaces
A slippery slope that can lead to ones demise if ignored
But you ignore me anyway, because I'm seemingly harmless
I don't think the camouflage I wear every waking day helps
It's a proactive measure I guess
You see right through me
Like I'm made of glass
I'm fragile, but you throw the stones anyway
Don't you know shards are deadly?~
Thursday 26th March 2020 6:21 am
The eyes are
the windows of
the soul and
speak of words unsaid.
The mouth should
be delicate in
voicing out what
the mind have constructed.
The nose smells
not just the
arome of one’s
kindness but the
filth he brings
The ears audibly
reacts to the
sound of life’s
hustle and bustle.
Tuesday 4th September 2018 10:54 am
I took pills all my damn life to cure this and that
None of them ever fucking work
So I write about my ailments instead
The way only I can words on the page
Putting my ills into them to free me
Who am I blooody kidding eh?
Myself to give me some backbone
And MAN IT UP NICK!
But that doesn't change how I feel
Nor take way the illnesses that rest inside
Waiting to get me li...
Tuesday 8th May 2018 4:50 pm
The way, she did to me
Is the way I did to her
The way, where hearts broke
I will never return to
The way where
Sun used to long last
The days spent in the past
Still, when thy feeling arises
My day neither sets, nor rises
Saturday 13th January 2018 11:58 am
The more I go
The darker it gets
Doesn't matter what is my choice
It's always the wrong one
I missed all the tracks
But there is no survivor left in me
I wish I was the never ending story
That at least came to end.
Wednesday 26th April 2017 8:36 pm