Poetic Wanderings

Poetry, nature, art, and anything else that piques my interest.

[pperegrinepoetry]

How can I go out into a world where dragons take on the appearance of men?

Laura Mintegi (via pperegrinepoetry)

[pperegrinepoetry]

Vachellia nilotica

I see you’ve buried your Roots

Deep in my cracking Terrain,

Dug far beneath the Ground

I could’ve grabbed to claw you out.

The Sun heats to beat your Leaves

Into desiccated Spines,

Your Blooms to bitter Beads of Gold,

Your Bark a Bath of Compounds

Stinging any Behemoth who may bite you

From what Breaths of Life you hold,

That I bear: Water, bubbling beneath

My Skin, beneath my Sight

When I see him.

And no matter how many Times

I’ve tried to pry you from your Place,

You tell me “We will rise.”

[pperegrinepoetry]

Flightless

Trekking through the Depths

Of sandy Seas, a bumpy Speck

Braves the midday Sun

To speak of Dissent, Life beneath the Heat.

But why doesn’t it take to the Sky?

Why no Eyes on the Tyrant’s Throne?

That would require Wings

Unsheathed of Elytra,

The very Opening it knows

The Sun is waiting to bake.

[pperegrinepoetry]

Severed from the ancestral Sea,

Legs arranged and tested

Failed to let you step away

The last Time you saw him

And you stumbled

Before your Eyes

Cast a violent Tide on your Face,

Rumbled and turned you awake.

You’ve been sailing

On Sand since then,

Praying for Rain to grace the Tracks

Of Mud...

[pperegrinepoetry]

It’s drifted so long

Without Contact

That the Sun is hollow,

A mocking Ray undone

By Winds for no Wing to mount,

No Words to dot its Mouth

With the shivering Lips

Of others who quiver

At the Chance to dribble

Their Clouds of Chatter to it,

To anything with a Will

To hoard more Air in its Ears.

It, too, spoke once,

But upon its Frost it closed,

Hardened the Root of its Tongue

To toss any future Ties aside

And hide behind the Glaciers.

Now it tries, yet again, to find me.

[pperegrinepoetry]

I take issue with some people telling me that I have to learn how to be happy on my own.

How does somebody do that if they’re forced to be surrounded by people? By people that, by nature, care about only their ends, and only in some instances, consider the happiness of others as one of their own?...

[pensiveperegrine]

Basically me ranting.

[pperegrinepoetry]

A Heatwave settled the Air,

Wrestled the Mosquitos from Rest

As I clenched your Hand,

Leaves falling overhead.

“Oh look at the Trees”

And how I cling to what Green

I can see between the Yellow,

The Orange, the Brown

Littering the thin Branches.

Less the Light filtered in,

But...

[pperegrinepoetry]

Coddling my Screen,

I stare into the Blue,

The only source of Light

From this solitary Mountain,

Whose Peak only peeks out the Sheets

Of Water submerging its Movements.

But I savor its Glow

As if Sunlight piercing the Depths,

Stretching my Words through Wires

Tattered from the...

[pensiveperegrine]

Again, just a notice that my poetry will be on this blog now.

[pperegrinepoetry]

I looked around their outlines,

Their sharp, unrounded corners,

The stainless glass of oiled men

Trying to pass as olden.

How beautiful it is to stand

With the bricks beneath you

And have everyone enter, observe

Every crack in your walls.

My bricks, your mortar,

Whoever built...

[pperegrinepoetry]

Walking in Williamsburg

Streets repaved

To hint at our History

Crack and echo

Beneath my Feet, still,

Holding the Spoils

Of Ships and Oil

Long-lost in Texts

Of “our” History,

The History of Architects

Who ignored the Lashes

And Bricks we raised,

The Flames and Ash

Of Buildings

Whose Builders held no Name

In those Pages. 

[pensiveperegrine]

Just so everybody knows, I'll be posting poetry from this blog starting now.

[pensiveperegrine]

Announcement to my followers

I've started a new blog because this one's email has been compromised. The URL for my new blog is pperegrinepoetry.tumblr.com

[pensiveperegrine]

Trigger Warning for references to rape and violence ---------------------------------------------- "Egyptian women exist Trapped, confined Within the limits Of a patriarchal society" As if to raise our Country high And mighty above their Plight, Daring to take a wistful Flight From the Blood we try to hide Every Time some "innocent guy" Gets out of Trouble, a free Ride For leaving his Victims to die After a Shot at their Rights. I add a dry Laugh at your Gasp When you hear that College is a Trap For all the Gals whose Words are snatched Between the Frats and Police with Cataracts To the Slack they stack on Culprits' Backs When they go "so far" as to slap The "poor lad" who has a bright Future Stepping on those who may never suture. Stop insisting the Trouble's abroad And that nobody you know Has doubted the Safety lying Feeble in our domestic Walls.

[estrangera]

It’s easy to say “fuck cultural identities, we’re all human” when your culture is not the one being exploited, marginalized and oppressed. It’s easy to say “fuck borders” when your country is the one who puts up the borders. And it is really fucking easy to say “we all bleed red” when it’s not bodies of your people riddled with bullets because Western capitalism has a price.

(via brntsienna)

[micdotcom]

Striking photos show the protests happening now across America 

[sandhillsoulpoetry]

It’s not the blind leading the blind that I think we should fear. It’s those with vision like razorblades who look upon the weak and meek and lost with hungry eyes. It’s those who see opportunities like dollar signs and human beings as disposable paper towels that will mop up whatever mess they leave behind. It’s those who invent monsters to scare the flock and name themselves savior and slayer for the low low price of servitude. Isn’t it funny how control’s growing light keeps fear alive and nourishes it to thrive?

t.k.a. (via sandhillsoulpoetry)

[pensiveperegrine]

Safari

Suit up for the Crew and stow the Roots Of the “Holes” and “Traces” in your muddled Skin.

Traced the Lead you’ve led over your Tongue Every Time you wanted your vanilla Boy To think of you as more than a Toy Actin’ as an exotic Tonic from Troy, But hey, “you don’t have to cake your face To make ‘em do a double-take” ‘Cause you know they’re beggin’ for a Taste.

Hey, I ain’t your Café-au-LAIT Nor your off-white Escapade.

Say, why do you expect I’ll bend Over, respect, fail to reject Your fumbled Attempts at Requests? Oh, you think your ivory Face Gives you the Chance to waste my Space And the Prospect of owning a Bugatti Cloaks your obvious Safari?

I don’t wanna’ be caught, no midnight Colony, So don’t expect a Response from me.

[pensiveperegrine]

A Nation Revived

Mold your Words to a Throne Of severed Bones and melted Swords And relish the Scent of Blood Of Enemies you held in Contempt, (You're gonna' need it) Pretend to mend your Gut By bearing Metal to stab our End And bend to the Thought That you've buried a Friend. I'm no frailer for the Flame You've sentenced in your Arrows, No worse for the Headwind You've cast in your Breath, So don't come cryin' about the Fire You raised to raze the Castle We dared to build from Dust; I've got my own damn Throne.