Poems of a Life in Flux
The Importance of a Viable Forum
"To have great poets, there must be great audiences too."
To be able to express one's emotions through the written word is a supreme pleasure, just ask any writer. However, we as purveyors of text are nothing without a forum, a community of beautiful minds to share these written meanderings with.
To that end, in this hub, I hope to open the door to the metamorphosis we all experience as we travel through the vagaries life.
"The important thing is this: to be able at any moment to sacrifice what we are for what we could become."
Falling apart, the untangling and fraying of mangled pieces of a life once presumed well lived. To some, a tradition, and to others a blind omission, castaways from social order, society's irreverant disorder, tattooed for life, lost at sea---how could this be?
Bumbling, mumbling, rumbling in ruminations, disguised machinations, a faint light in the distance, grasping for any jagged fragmented piece, oddly ornamental, fragile, though disconnected from the rest, lacking solidarity, but with parity, a testament of strength, holding on to that sacred belief that the light, though being in the distance, faint, yet observed will be the harbinger that will in time carry the broken soul to safe harbor, again to resume a life not previously recognized, but on a charted course to be well lived.
Taking from the Forbidden
My ethereal creation, intangible object of my affection, I long for you with every fiber of my being.
This pain inside me tortures me as I wait in silence for your appearance, and this yearning and burning desire for your lips to touch mine is suffocating the air from my lungs, penetrating the seat of my soul, forcing me to bear witness to feelings that I have no right to feel , a heavy burden of shame that I will carry all the days of my life.
All I want, all I need and will ever need for that matter, is to take refuge deep in your heart, so that I may fervently await your love to present itself in kind to me, and that forever may we be sated blissfully engorged in our blending..
The elixir of your abundant fluid warmly fills my open cavities, a once diseased riddled wasteland of festering hatred, an aftermath of abuse, condemnation, a torturous foreshadowing and the unmistakable evidence of titubation,
"Save me if you can," a greater prophecy is coming.
Lament not this former decomposition, instead rejoice in its rising up and its rejuvenation, this succulent reservoir now amassing abundance in its host, a talismatic store serving to rekindle what was once languishing, now driven from decay.
"Tabula rasa," the nuturing of cerebral life energy, the summoning of inate potential and freeing the spirit to once again roam as a budding vivacity.
"Oh proffer, in your infinite wisdom." use your alchemy to help me emerge from this deep sleep and thrust of an ever evolving metamorphosis; juxtapose my essence between the celestial bodies and the spiritual world, finally enabling me to transcend from this mundane bind that impairs me to growth and freedom.
Titubation- stumbling gait
Tabula rasa- the mind in its blank state receiving outside impressions