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Saturday, July 19, 2014

Five Poems --- E.F. Elixir


Belly of The Beast


          An odd situation we find ourselves in
          Being in the belly of the beast

          When once we were beckoned to force change,
          We found some forms are just as they’ve always been…
          Perceived.

          So in all of what’s become
          We trust to start anew
          Clean our slates state to state
          With values wise-ridden
          And impermanent

          Becoming what would have been
          If the beast had just been left to rest

          As all else is while in the wild




Whimsical Again


I overheard them speak: "We bring gadgets,
For the days are rough, and unknown are the
Circumstances which would have us fix
Whimsical legacies as we break from
Shackles left here just to bind us,"
I knew not to interrupt. Good ol' jokes
With drinks, yet it's serious, for the drums
Are now crashing down, and there can be no
Time to meddle in constant grief, without
A movement which moves past repaired cuffs…
After us in the future sense. Most drown
Trying to move others to see just once
            How this could very well end in the blinks
            Of all eyes finding out that we were fiends.
         




Awe Phenomenon


I begin to breathe
An enigma at the wash
I blink as it washes over me

Beginning to think there’s nothing to wish
For
For if there were
I’d yet to have seen…                                                 
My dreams are a part of reality
And my reality’s made up of dreams

Forever and ever, and on, on-awe
And an “end” is not a word

Surreal Semantic
Heartthrob Galactic

Whatever is mindful
I’m sure
Would love to be
In between the skies
And deep beneath the trees

Returning with a
Message from the breach
Of “Who am I?”
With a reach of outer mind
And keen inner surprise

When then it’s learned that
Words have erred
And so feelings so adorned
Bring on yields of fields of gold            

And there we were
So here we are

Spaceship Scar
Earthy Purse

Breathe and breathe and breathe and breathe
I blink as it washes over me





Primordial Touch


Like Ancients
Come hide with me
In valleys unseen

In valleys where
Our slow caress of hands
Set flight
To growth of forests

Where our eyes meet
At once
In light of
All at once unfolding

Into an annexed-heart
Only glimpsed
In fantasies
Honed by ancients…




In fantasies
I awaken from
On nights
Your touch
Must elude me





Wellspring


Breathe lightly
And in doing so
Be at once with
All around you

Be the trance
That sits and
Soothes through
The ailments
You have gathered

Let them go
These are not yours to keep
You are not well
With them abound





Poems By: E.F. Elixir

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