Happy New Year 

Latest reason why I haven't posted

Silently the seconds slither by

Hypnotic

Soothing serpentine and sly.

I've been reading and focused on the "bread-and-butter". Sorry for not posting any new poems. Sometimes I feel like my muse /|\ has abandoned me, I'm sure she is still with me. I believe she is waiting for me to come to some conclusion, I seem unable to arrive at (currently). I'm also certain that this inability to produce anything of any creative value is somehow beneficial, not sure how beyond: it has taught me to truly value the days (moments, times, &c.) when the poetry flows from within. I just figured I owe anyone who follows or checks out the site an update, and to explain to them (you) why there hasn't been any production as of late. Thanks to all who continue to stop by and read a bit, and I hope that some of the work entertains you. 

Holiday Cheer

It would be selfish and immature to complain;

So I grin, bear it, and simply abstain. 

A.D.

Mark me (always love any opportunity to use that phrase d: ) I shall be back; I've got to finish getting my life together in a financial/romantic sense. Once I accomplish that (or I suppose those things) I shall resume posting. Hope any and all who stop by to visit enjoy, and thanks to those who are always there for me. Happy holidays... Merry Occasion lol noodles

Möbius

Sharpening the brain

Oh what a pain

Repeating with stress, reiteration of strain

Spherical madness makes minds insane

Persisting with stress, preservation of strain

Oh what a pain

Sharpening the brain 

Composed by A.D.

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My Complaints and Worries

Release

Release 

I write everything twice

I write everything twice 

If it's worth retention 

If it's worth retention 

If I only write it once

If I only write it once

It's worth no mention

It's worth no mention

Peace

Peace

Composed by: A.D.

Composed by: A.D.

I eavesdrop on the early conversation

Between the dust and the breath,

Between the concrete and aerial.

The cement is lamenting soles departed,

While the wind predicts fog in the future.

Their discourse is, initially, indistinct;

Yet I sense it... - transmits a gradation -

A tint, a hint... Memory of life passed...

(Suddenly a shadow decides to interject

His communication articulation lacks respect

His speech is direct and in direct

Contrast to the previous two.

He has no intrest in bygone or by-and-by

Selfishly soils the soil neglects the sky

All he discusses at length is the i

Praising ignorance arrogance brutality too)

... With the trespass of the fierce shade

Remembrance, reverence, abode, and aether fade.

Substance, significance - what mattered ceases to.

The sensible and natural - is anything true?

Composed by: A.D.

 

As always I took some poetic license with the punctuation, hope you enjoy. If anything is unclear, comment and I'll clarify.

Slasrever lanruid

Sunshine, moonlight

Encircled the bright

Sunshine, moonlight

Encompassed the night

Sunshine, moonlight

The resonant device

Sunshine, moonlight

Placed in cognitive vise

Moonlight, sunshine

Ventral and dorsal splice

Moonlight, sunshine

Perspective - the price

Moonlight, sunshine

Round the temporal cline

Moonlight, sunshine

Force and form intertwine

Composed By: A.D.

"Live For Today"

Cursive motions

Words on a paper

Floating oceans

Of dawn's vapor

Mist spilled obscuring the details

No dew - tepid ground prevails

What do the eyes behold

The world opaque and still

Precision is a story untold

Mystery countines to fill

Questions unanswered congest the air

Stress, and pause - relief, is where?

Delicately the haze continues to twirl

Beneath times rosy fingers which unfurl

When an observation becomes precedent 

"In" and "fore" - only "sight" is now relevant 

Suspended for a spell in this scene 

The beauty of the moment all that's seen.

Composed by: A.D.

Going minimalist in regards to punctuation on this one, hope you enjoy(ed)! Title is from a song I like by the Grass Roots (which I think also embodies the feeling of the poem).

Ashlar

Sitting on a bench, among these modern grids,

It feels as if love and nature are caryatids.

The passing crowd lost in their apps,

My mind congregates within its own apse.

Withdrawn, trapped in an oubliette,

A heart imprisoned by lonely regret.

Eyes notice rays reflecting on lintel, truss, and vault;

And the time in reflection seems  to slow to a halt.

The light cast upon each modern frieze

Causes all sorrow, and remiss, to freeze.

Existence - the contraposition is so odd;

Odd how life, and death, fill each facade.

The architecture of the city is a sacred library, 

And each structure is a book.

The bricks and their course - the vocabulary;

To understand one need only read and look.

Artists, authors, and architects gone and unknown;

But their lives - alive on canvas, page and stone.

Each projecting ideas from their own dais;

Each various choice and each artistic bias.

No longer alone, my senses and thoughts peregrinate;

But on one conception I continue to ruminate:

Although we may no longer have the creator's rivers and streams,

We are surrounded by contemporary creators visions and dreams.

Composed by: A.D.

A Stalk Of Fennel

Strength and violence,

Their words deride;

But this vicious expense

My heart must abide.

Drive the wedge into this breast!

For love of mankind

God placed in a bind,

With scourge and isolation blest.

Adamant binds hands and legs,

Bonds were forged by Vulcan's fire.

In the cask of hope naught but dregs;

Outcast, downcast, an inverse spire.

Adrift, aloof, in this barren sea.

Alone - no love, no sympathy.

Only debris, each new degree

Of acceptance. Hope is empty.

The ocean's and river's daughters,

Serenade me while in these quarters.

In this torrid tempest, this undertow,

Sorrowful waves never cede, only grow.

This lonesome spell continues to swell,

A sea of solace betwixt paradise and hell.

I'm able to see, due to my gift of sight,

That: just like the artisan of the stolen light

This deep love of love, within this mold,

Will leave more than the mark of a cuckold;

Unseen scars of pain, though anticipated,

Hardly bearable when generated.

Fuck it! I took the spark knowing full well,

What awaited... This torment, this cell.

For had I not know my brother's case,

To bear the foundations of our mother and space?

Though now the wounds are borne 

With a heavy heart,

And at present the weight of the scorn 

Constricts joy's art;

In the future the Thunder's storms will clear,

So here I languish till that day draws near;

Bearing the incessant stress on the mind and the spine,

Till it's replaced by ambrosia and blood of the vine.

Composed By: A.D.

Por Que

The choices in diction

The voices - restriction

Each decision a battle

To clarify or to baffle

And what's the motivation

Point of poetic equivocation 

When creating a verbal enigma

Gives birth to a social stigma 

Accessibility - dammed by intellectual

Abstruse leaves the mass obtuse 

Love - then purported homosexual 

Hate profuse - exposed to equal abuse

In a play without any audience 

The acting makes little difference 

Symbols left in the dark, are hard to find;

And even with a spark, are missed by the blind.

Composed by: A.D.