Featured Poems: I write poetry, Lost in translation, griping loving regards Mr Sandman, I am my lives worth ornament, Ode to your love, Nirvana for each of you.
I write poetry
I write poetry
I wish I did not but I do, I write poetry
Although I possess a preference for pottery
As I am not fond,
fiend,
nor friend
of poetry I never read
Indeed I will never read poetry I once vowed, every now and again I plead
Whilst it drowns me with deep dread
Each encounter deems me dead
Ironically I possess distaste
I detest
As a sour disgust
Whilst I declare this dislike
I do, I write poetry and while I confess I read poetry
Lost in translation, griping loving regards Mr Sandman
You walk so surreal with the fairest serene
Speak to the wind like The Great Connoisseur
Your means are sincere
You are what dreams fail to dream
Mr Sandman lost in translation; adheres to your realm
Snow angle on the garage roof
Can you tell you are, spring awakening
My pollen crazed daze, autumn rain
Can you tell how you are oblivious laying awake asleep
You make me: snap, crackle, pop
As I snap, crackle, pop; I do feel as I do know I love you
You are witty
You are not society’s idyllic
You are intense
Lost in translation; you are you. Could you love me?
I am my lives worth ornament
Each verse bears a year
Year on torment warps for eternity then this ignorance
Ignorance growing on me smeared as a festering fungus now part of my skin
Skin of mine where my bruises burry as weeds among my simple gentle childhood delights
Delights are all I want to know like you
You gleam forever blossoming what I have tried to dream
Dream is where I want to store each delight, it is hard
Hard in the surrounding corners caning me crippling hopelessness till it is bare
Bare apathy signifies the purest objective form where I know excruciating pain
Pain as excruciating engraved on every molecule, confirms the unrecognisable, unjustifiable masks of hopelessness
Hopelessness shall transcend to better
Better callings usher where my spirit will surmount
Surmount my spirit will prevail: I am my lives worth ornament
I am my lives worth ornament; I am my lives worth ornament
No physical ornament equates to what my life is worth
*Inspired by Lauryn Hill’s lyrics ‘nothing even matters’ & Elvis Presley referencing ‘love me tender’*
Ode to your love
No drug could truly elevate my stimulus
Drag me out of hell’s palms and cure these burns
Your love is my purest source to life
My most significant drive to enlightment
Without it I sorely suffer withdrawal
‘Cause nothing even matters at all
Finally it’s thee whom fulfil my multiethnic identity
I confess, I possess the unsubtle undeniable tendencies
That result in where I religiously bathe you with my eyes
These eyes greet you with the loudest smile
This smile with dents and lines that map my love
‘Cause nothing even matters no more
I don’t even have to choose it’s you, you’re my embrace
Any time, any place; every time, everyplace
We ignite in this fixed state
Aphrodite would contemplate
‘Cause nothing even matters at all
Too wonderful with you it’s never easy; how you read me with no fault see me; each time you appease the whole of me
Now I have no remaining hole in me
As you love me tender, love me sweet, love me true, love me long, and love me dear
Nothing even matters to me but you
Nirvana for each of you
My mind cradled; crushed at birth I was
They were the sinners and I was the sin
that is whatever associated us
Society’s very own life-sized abominations, their cots paired with these seeds
My apathy obliterates all other possible feelings that people profess as a justification for, ‘what makes us human', disregarding deeds
Provide the opposite of what a child needs
Instead of teaching and nurturing growth
they distort and destroy
The source illuminated this mind,
this cradling mind counting cattle
I soulfully seek salvation’s scale
Offering every last positive part of me to help reach Nirvana for each of you
Indifferent to your past, present and future
Irrespective of realm and your most worst nature
For all I will eternally care, give all of me for you nurture
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