From the LOVE TRIPTYCH Indeed I know the face of love, so fair is she, a dame brought forth by Heaven’s hand, delightful so was it to see such rare and lovely eyes no god might comprehend. Twas twice at dawn at which I begged, “fair Love, so long was it since last I met a soul so warm and sweet, fair Love please send a dove so bright that I might find my love…
From the LOVE TRIPTYCH In solitude, as recluse among thought and fear, reluctantly I am put Begrudged so but, in some recess, perhaps, for want as such Let it be true, by truest will of God, that I was lonesome so, For such is wholly true and yet, true as the grave and true as all else True as such is that I have met a great Love One so great, I might hope I…
From the LOVE TRIPTYCH Atop a hill adorning drear, where not all is live but not yet is all dead, where children may have once come to play in antiquity, where lovers might have long ago sworn of forever, where once a life may have been idly lived, now grows a lonesome little Vine. To live alone is drab, of course, for her, lorn is it to live as only her, with not a mother…
He could not leave, he knew that she was special He knew that no one would ever love him like she could have He knew that although she may never be his – in this lifetime, he still wished to be a part of her life…somehow He knew that she could never be replaced Knowing her was a blessing Not having her was a curse He sometimes despised the fact that she was happy…
She wore her scars the way the night wore stars Her boisterous presence cheerfully lifted the gloom the way the sun gleefully sets for the moon She oozed of confidence like a bursting cloud just as refreshing as a misty rainfall With a heart as delicate as a dandelion she harboured love as deep as a canyon Her glance could trap you like the mystique of a black hole travelling timelessly like a…
Let’s defy the odds and gamble against conformity? Let fate lead us against life’s infallible uncertainties? She candidly loved and her heart submitted but her mind refused to succumb to the mediocrity of sentiment This mirky morass of a tumultuous heart and mind deprived her of all emotion – indicative of her ostensible state of tranquillity Struggling to source her once indomitable will She attempted to calm her restless mind and tame her wild heart…
a weak body is as close to me as the very skin, you and I are under a weighted blanket draped over me daily. needles have poked me many times before, and will many times more, but there was a lot today. being forced to become a quitter and a failure is something that simply can’t be understood by anyone who has had fewer needles poke them. I ask this: is relaxing the most punishable…
I was told not to look for gasps but what of the gasps, themselves? gasps of breath get the Night Air into your lungs, just the one thing you’ve always done the summers of my childhood: run and run and run I was swinging on a swing I ran to tonight. I know you might not believe it, in fact, you shouldn’t, but I had a front-row seat to the Moon. I was sitting across…
Someone said, “chronic pain is psychological torment.” Truer words were never written; the layers upon layers are like a beast eating away at itself until its end. Isn’t the body a mere shell, to keep your mind and soul? Isn’t pain a mere discomfort tarnishing the body–independent, detached, and trivial? Torment is reserved for inward troubles. To be tormented by pain of the body is to be a baby, crying to its mother. Whether these…
Owning it all, being it all, creating it all, The sun, which all moons revolve around, Discard it all, let go of it all, lay it down to fallow, Cease carrying it, holding it, hanging on to it, They see you persist; they give you more, Further driven down into the ground, Breaking my neck for all those around, Glancing over the load, Reaching the end of the road, This stuff I hold, mostly is…