spilledwoords
“Poetry burns in our hearts with the passionate heat of a lover’s embrace.”
Tag: death
I Don’t Want a Marked Pit
Burnt on the pyre or buried to decompose in time whether am all bones or ashes I wish to be laid to rest quietly, peacefully, content, and courteously I don’t want a monument, a headstone or a marked pit. Let my dead bones that… Continue Reading “I Don’t Want a Marked Pit”
Teach Me …
Teach me how to number my daysso that I may live todaynot as a bubble but fully. Teach me how to love lifeso that hourly I may composemyself to the remembrance of my maker. Teach me before my last bowthe A-B-C of transforming to… Continue Reading “Teach Me …”
Should I worry?
Oluwatoyin Salau, 19-year-old, a Nigerian-American Black Lives Matter Protester from Tallahasse found dead after a sexual assault.
Weep Not For Me
1. Weep not for me, dwelling of my repose monument of my vain hope for immortality now that Life’s swift journey is over my part is done, with open arms make my inanimate clay – an inevitable gain of your purchase welcome. 2. I… Continue Reading “Weep Not For Me”
All Mankind
All mankind is of – one author, one volume, when one surely demise one chapter isn’t torn out of this book but translated into a higher language, deeper meaning. Every chapter must be so translated, keenly studied; God employs several tacts some piece by… Continue Reading “All Mankind”
I am
I am of a constitution so general;it consorts and sympathizes with none nor does it behold with prejudice. I reign in all portions of Man’s hour in all his charms, in all his trivial. I meet all everywhere at my biding and enters in… Continue Reading “I am”
Come to Me
This week as I bury my great aunt and uncle who both were in their 90’s I can only say to DEATH to come to me when… Come to menot till I’m greyglory-richand accomplished; not until I’ve had my fillof Love, exhausted blisscurdl’d all… Continue Reading “Come to Me”
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Weapon
The will to power destroys the power to will.The weapon made, we cannot help but use it;it drags us with its own momentum still. The power to kill compounds the need to kill.Grown out of hand, the heart cannot refuse it;the will to power undoes the power to will. Though as we strike we cry […]
Silent, but ….
I MAY be silent, butI’m thinking.I may not talk, butDon’t mistake me for a wall. Copyright © Tsuboi Shigeji | Translated by Geoffrey Bownan and Anothony Thwaite | 1964
Olokun
I love to pass my fingers(As tide thro’ weeds of the seaAnd wind the tall fern-fronds)Thro’ the strands of your hairDark as night that screens the naked moon: I am jealous and passionateLike Jehovah, God of the Jews,And I would that you realiseNo greater love had womanFrom man than the one I have for you! […]
Don’t Urge Me
“Entreat me not to leave you,Or to turn back from following after you;For wherever you go, I will go;And wherever you lodge, I will lodge;Your people shall be my people,And your God, my God.Where you die, I will die,And there will I be buried.The LORD do so to me, and more also,If anything but death […]
Wait Not
Wait not, fond lovershe’d not give a waiverwho took your placefind yourself another,let your memories bank not on me;your fantasies are free to roam. Wait not, fond lovershe – I dwell now inher river like a fish;she’s a taunting schemerthat wouldn’t unshackleor make me free. Desire me less in the nightturn the page, don’t writeanother […]
