Karesadathia's blog: "poems"

A lonely poem is nothing special like a lonely person you can see the everyday nobody wants to read a lonely poem like nobody wants to read a lonely face you see them every day i can write about love living high and fine togethers i can write about dreams and schemes, living & dying getting down, losing & grooving i can write about almost anything- but a lonely poem has no audience cause it bleeds all over the page hits and huants your face hurts your heart as much as your eyes a lonely poem isn't about poems cause it hurts your heart as much as your eyes i say, oh say can you hurt? who needs me...

Far off in a distant land, where creatures of magic and wonder exist, a legand whispers softly upon the air of an evening breeze. Enchanted forests and sweeping plains. Myths transforms into reality, as faries flutter amid lush woodlands in a myraid of colors, dragons of both benevolence and ferocity rule the skys, and gargoyles perch high atop the remains of ancient ruins.

Darkness always had uts part to play. Without it how can we tell when we're walking in the light? It's only when it's ambitions become to grandiose that it must be opposed, disciplined, sometimes -- if necessary -- brought down for a time. Then it will rise again as it must.

How silent lies the world, Within fair twilight fulred, Bringing suck sweet relief! A quiet room resembling, Where, without fear or trembling, You sleep away day's grief.

At confident moments, thinking on Death I tell my soul I am ready and wait While my mind knows i quake and tremble At the beautiful Mystery of it.

Oh, the sea is deep And a knife is sharp And a poison acid burns; But they all bring rest In a deep, long sleep For which the tired soul yearns- They all bring rest in a nothingness From where no road returns.

Because I was afraid to lose you I swallowed stones chewed metal sucked bullets through my teeth While you licked sugar I pocketed salt I burned my tears cooked my blues and ate the smoke And still you left me spilling all my hungers my belly split open full of wonders like an ancient fish

I hear myself drought caught pleading a windy cause dry as the earth without rain crying love in a tongue of false thunder while my love waits a seeded trap in the door of my house a mouth full of perfect teeth sure of their strength upon bone waits to swallow me whole and pass me as echos of shadowless laughter. Quiet love hangs in the door of my house a sheet of brick-caught silk rent in the sun.

Desire to us Was like a double death, Swift dying Of our mingled breath, Evaporation Of an unknown strange perfume Between us quickly In a naked Room.

Each tear that fell from crushed moons of your face, stabbed me, broke and split into a thousand pains. But I held out my arms, and not one did I miss, no, not one pain. And if I don't let you soak into me and bring me up, if I don't let you seep deep into me and teach me, then you can cry in the morning to the sun, and tell him to rise up and burn me away.