PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Be seven minutes, five or three;

in frozen zone time stops it's spin.

It's you and me...just you and me...

melting epochs in carnal kiln.

I'm here to scorch your sodden woods,

but soon to douse your every leaf

and bloom with gushing rapturous fluids,

till tremble you on crazy cliff.

Don't think all this a looney spiel

of one amnestic bard with crushed

psyche under the clocking wheel

or whooshing sounds of carnal rush!

You know, behind these stirring woos,

there's calmly love, as comely ruse!

In the darkest of hours,

Light cannot be seen

With these eyes of ours,

Nor by ordinary means.

In the darkest of minutes,

Light can be seen inside;

It will guide us through labyrinths.

It is found where our spirit resides.

You won't cry
cause you've always known
that in the end
you'd be alone

so many moments
went to waste
now someones gone
You can't replace

Pain: it drives stick
and it goes so fast
takes you where you hate
but this kind doesn't last

breathing now
breathing in & out of time –
breathing fast
slowly as the hour winds
down –
breathing deep
into the soulless corridor
where the quiet reigns –
breathing still
in the aftermath of pain, the delusion of tragedy –
breathing out, then in
and out again as the minutes chime
and the day is ending –
breathe now
as you enter the light
& the mystical journey of life
begins. . .
then breathe
as you in enter in