A Cryptic Poem

Never accept,

except

when asked.

Asked by whom,

whom no one knows.

Knows what?

What are you talking about?

I will never tell you, never.

we once fell through glass skies

only to climb back up, we once

wanted to reach forever, we once

loved without apology.

but what is it to love, we asked

ourselves; what is it to give freely

without reward, what is it to

make the wrong turn & keep driving.

we once reached the edge

of the earth and stopped. we could

almost feel its weight, that damning pull,

that tireless and unrelenting force.

but what is it to fly without wings, we asked

ourselves; what is it to reach for the stars

if this universe is made up of nothing but

eons and eons of darkness. and so eventually

we returned. we once feared gravity

until we discovered it was only earth’s way

of saying “I need you”, always pulling us

back down, begging us to stay.

we have learned so much from it

and can no longer condemn it;

it has given us love

and we cannot ask for anything more.

You are Not

the most important

Thing...

You're Not 

Everything or any

Thing...

reduced from 

Some one

block

...to 

Nothing:

squeezed 

into a pair

of socks...

some where

...a last one

understanding

Nothing... is as

permanent

as Never...

and you'll need

to care just enough

to let loose the anvil

tied to boot...

that keeps us

from hearing

the rhythm 

and blues; 

the T...

that favors

you as an

Entity

free to be 

not what

but Who

#NewAgeLess #Challenge

Kaleidoscope

placed right before you

image shifting

changing back

and forth

as light passes through

Kaleidoscope

what an invention

a process of~ hmm-

multiple reflection.

kaleidoscope

but I may need to

actually get it and

use it soon, right?

maybe someday &

that might be sweet

or maybe not

uh.

#KALEIDOSCOPE

The moon display at night

In a mystery theater

Bowls of crystalline dew

Deep intimate life

Of something unknown

Held fast between clasps

Dripping in secrets

Forgotten by candlelight

A heart shaped locket

Her love spell

And they wake to a fire

Consuming them.

***

I fed the sky a nightmare and it spat it back at me. / I sang us both a lullaby that cursed the whole city. / I prayed the rosary and its cross cut me to the bone. / I reached my hands up high but only caught a falling stone. / I ventured a confession; no one cared to hear my plight. / I left the church and sacrificed my spirit to the night.

***

#poetry

#newage

#religion

#challenge

It makes and it breaks

It builds you up

And it tears you down

It lets you speak

And then takes away your voice

It supposedly makes you better

By taking you down to rock bottom

By chaining you up in the cell of your own mind

Making you watch as it crashes against your fragile heart

over and over again.

Leaving cracks and holes in what used to be a perfectly good heart.

People say that whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger,

But in reality, whatever doesn't kill you leaves you broken,

Drowning in your own tears,

Writhing in your agony,

Your torture,

Your pain,

And it hurts so bad,

Being so alone and broken

That's what life does to you

This awful thing called Pain.

Yesterday's mirrors glare and accuse

Black char and blood tears

Fetid air, dead trees

Crows feast upon the dying

Frightened eyes torn from skulls

Broken taps dripping rust

Inner rooms smell of must

Bathed in fear, coated in guilt

Heavy, ugly, putrid

Breaking glass exploding

Festering walls imploding

Shattering mirrors now

Shards, dirt, blood, tears

Entrapment breaking clumsily

Hurting, aching, crying

Shuffling, hesitating, doubting

Baby steps

Falling down, getting up

Ginger hope

Tender caution

It flits through

the breathless city

flickering- static-

an undertone-

the hum of

lifelessness

Sound comes

and goes easily

filtered into

meaningless noise

but it knows

what music is

It vibrates with

the idea of emotions

reaching out into

thin air

touching nothing

and everyone

Maybe it’s sad

or doesn’t know

the life it’s missing

but more likely

it knows exactly

how much it doesn’t

@Dream

#poetry #newpoetry #newageypoetry #static #abstract #abstractpoetry #loss #sciv

How do we know that we exist consciously?

Could we all be computer sims,

watching life pass us by

unaware of our lack of control?

Or do we only exist when we feel like we do,

and when we are lost

no one else sees us too

so we walk invisibly through the streets amiss

what causes that empty feeling inside?

unacceptance? hatred? sadness? fear?

walking with tears that have always cried

and never stopped.

i hope we can be friends

add me