Poetry by Originalgum

This blog allows the sharing of words, arranged in such a way that they convey deep feelings, provide emotional relief, and prod one to respond in a positive way. Cursing...? None. Violence... not here. Just words, penned as such to convey their natural beauty...

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Monoliths rise

Just ‘fore sunrise 

All ‘gainst a backdrop of blue 

High above these 

A blaze of white seas 

Add to the heavenly hue 

Silence made haste 

The morning lay waste 

He whispered, “The hour too...

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Monoliths Rise

Monoliths rise

Just ‘fore sunrise

All ‘gainst a backdrop of blue

High above these

A blaze of white seas

Add to the heavenly hue

Silence made haste

The morning lay waste

He whispered, “The hour too few…”

Just ‘fore sunrise

Where monoliths rise

All ‘gainst a backdrop of blue

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“Kind words shall not be wrestled from my lips

Only condemnatory judgments

 For I speak with knowledge. True… Impartial… Innocent 

I have done no wrong 

Therefore, only what I see, and my sight is not...

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“Kind words shall not be wrestled from my lips

Only condemnatory judgments

For I speak with knowledge. True… Impartial… Innocent

I have done no wrong

Therefore, only what I see, and my sight is not hindered,

Shall my tongue impart?

Yes, and much more

And so, remove my supports.”

“You have…

The weight crushes.”

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Lovely Thoughts

Today I woke early, the dark light of day

Had filled the back bedroom, the bed, where I lay

And over the covers, I stretched hard to see

There, lonely my thoughts, had crept unto me

They tugged as they slithered and pulled themselves ‘long

Fearing not the darkness that made my thoughts strong

But silent and potent, the strength that they gained

Was used to make entrance my mind this dark day

Now my heart raced as they edged one by one

Inside my mind’s eye while they blackened the sun

Still I lay, thinking, my thoughts as a tide

Crashing and lashing my battered bedside

Until one shaking fellow that weathered the storm

He shook my hand, “Friendship” and left there a thorn

Yes, there were others that fought hard to be

The one lonely thought that my mind’s eye would see

As they fought early and wrestled a place

One thought was brash as he stared in my face

He left me, now weeping, alone and bereft

“Regret” was the boldest, lest I ever forget

One that fought hard, my body she traced

Was wicked indeed as I felt her embrace

For this thought was “Love” and I felt myself chill

She callously laughed as she laid my heart still

The last thought was silent and heavy in step

Slow, he passed other sad thoughts as they wept

And stopped.

“Mistakes” there, in front

Clearly I see

Alone with my thoughts

Is a terrible place to be.

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Lovely Thoughts

Today I woke early, the dark light of day

Had filled the back bedroom, the bed, where I lay

And over the covers, I stretched hard to see

There, lonely my thoughts, had crept unto me

They tugged as they slithered and pulled themselves ‘long

Fearing not the darkness that made my thoughts strong

But silent and potent, the strength that they gained

Was used to make entrance my mind this dark day

Now my heart raced as they edged one by one

Inside my mind’s eye while they blackened the sun

Still I lay, thinking, my thoughts as a tide

Crashing and lashing my battered bedside

Until one shaking fellow that weathered the storm

He shook my hand, “Friendship” and left there a thorn

Yes, there were others that fought hard to be

The one lonely thought that my mind’s eye would see

As they fought early and wrestled a place

One thought was brash as he stared in my face

He left me, now weeping, alone and bereft

“Regret” was the boldest, lest I ever forget

One that fought hard, my body she traced

Was wicked indeed as I felt her embrace

For this thought was “Love” and I felt myself chill

She callously laughed as she laid my heart still

The last thought was silent and heavy in step

Slow, he passed other sad thoughts as they wept

And stopped.

“Mistakes” there, in front

Clearly I see

Alone with my thoughts

Is a terrible place to be.

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He carried no substance, and yet, the impression was given that substance was replete. Yes, He wore the skin of someone being in possession of that very quality. Tall, broad… Vision such that he wore...

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Substance

He carried no substance, and yet, the impression was given that substance was replete. Yes, He wore the skin of someone being in possession of that very quality. Tall, broad... Vision such that he wore rimmed glasses. But, what was implied as “substance” was nothing more than mere appearance. You see, his brain lacked momentum. Dull and lackluster... Thoughts and processes dripped from this organ as cold molasses slowly poured from the spigot of a chilled bottle. Painfully, it congeals, spools together, and slowly spreads thin... a cold mass of sugary, brown conglomeration. A sticky spill on a dirty floor, leaving traces of loathing... The substance of life.

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A Lonely Road

One man walks a lonely road. Surrounded by the empty sky and beckoning palms, his journey takes but a few steps within a world of exploding leaps and bounds. He ponders his insignificance, and briefly slows his stride. He turns his head to view his path, the trail of prints he’s left behind. Regret wells within his heart… it’s nothing more than dust and earth.  

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A Lonely Road

One man walks a lonely road. Surrounded by the empty sky and beckoning palms, his journey takes but a few steps within a world of exploding leaps and bounds. He ponders his insignificance, and briefly slows his stride. He turns his head to view his path, the trail of prints he’s left behind. Regret wells within his heart… it’s nothing more than dust and earth.  

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A Lonely Road

One man walks a lonely road. Surrounded by the empty sky and beckoning palms, his journey takes but a few steps within a world of exploding leaps and bounds. He ponders his insignificance, and briefly slows his stride. He turns his head to view his path, the trail of prints he’s left behind. Regret wells within his heart… it’s nothing more than dust and earth.  

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For now, lets just say that’s where I am at: In the present. Not beyond the present, not living in the past. Just presently present. Doesn’t that sound nice? “Comfortably numb,” so to speak. We take a...

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In The Present

For now, lets just say that’s where I am at: In the present. Not beyond the present, not living in the past. Just presently present. Doesn’t that sound nice? “Comfortably numb,” so to speak. We take a bitter look inside ourselves and rip out all the muddy, con jumbled inky blackness within us and that’s where we are left… in the present. One kind of flails his arms, trying to regain balance. But can we? Is that possible? Or are we left looking at that dark, stinky blackness, trying to peer beyond  the things that could be, never quite getting through the black silk. And that’s where I’m at. In the present.

Worse yet, that dark, muddy thing you pulled out from within you… that cloud that hangs before you… it stares back. You can't escape.

There is no getting over it. It hurts. It pierces your heart, wretches your body and achingly peels your soul apart. Like the peel of a dirty yellow fruit, revealing the thick substance beneath you until that’s what’s left… the present. And after you’ve been bitten, chewed, and spit out, you’re back again… back within the present. There’s no denying it… we can lie and spit and curse… but the present is always here. Catch us it will… always. And it never lets go.

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To Windee... my beautiful wife.

Musical notes took to the air

Soft, they float ‘round the room

I watch them as they fall upon your hair

They drape the curls ‘cross your shoulders

And you are beautiful.

Sweetly, a smile, a glance

You acknowledge my being

Softly laugh and capture my pawn

All games I’ve lost to you

And you are beautiful.

The morn’ she speaks

She whispers when you ‘wake

Your form in silence takes me

I have want of no other

And you are beautiful.

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Want Not

Want not a life of ease, for passive spirits lie in wait

Flagging, sleeping in the distance, procrastinating

Drowsy from inactivity

They fold their pale hands and wish for more

Craving hunger consumes a soul as fire begs the air

Death proceeds to take them all

The fire dies, and souls concede.

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Darkness

Darkness rolled down the mountains and into the tiny town

A wet soup splashing against the walls and chimneys

Covering the tiny homes in thick silt, erasing brightly colored panels

Dotting window panes and thin glass with droplets of black ink

Hiding wolves and sheep, draping them in equality

So that one cannot distinguish from the other

The night washes all their sins away

Swirling down dirty drains

Peeling dirt through street and sewer

Hurried away ‘till day light break.

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Night Time...

And night lay across the land.

Sleepy towers, mourning their vacancies, rise and grasp stars

Tiny efforts, unnoticed by many, gather ‘round and sense me, weary

Taking my hand they lead me through dimly lit halls, pasted with memories

Into a darkened room, where I gather my senses, and lay me down.

My mind is bathed in images, waxing forth from deep recess

Moments lost to time elapsed

I speak with friends long not seen

Judgments turned and won at last.

My body washed in splendor reign, nations stretch to hear my praise

And words to all this comfort bring.

Where we sleep all reign as kings.