Poetry of an Aloof Junior by Z.M.G. (black books to read txt) 📖

deign such maniacal rains,
Fear not, I’m merely residing at Lunatic Fringe,
Yes, I do suppose I am The Harbinger…

- Of all that inhuman madness…

"Two Deaths"

He cries soft,
The child lay in his arms,
Its eyes unmoving, heart unbeating,
He sobs as he looks into its face,
He knows the child – it is his.
The face of the child is his own,
But he is not dead.
He clutches his child close.
Cries in sorrow and anger,
And something else,
Is it loneliness? Emptiness?
Envy, perhaps?
Maybe…but still just another death.
He carries the child, dead.
His spirit fades, wanes.

"Wither"

Somewhere I’ve lost my fire,
Imploded like some ending light,
Once vibrant, now dim and dire,
Caught in a fatal fright.

I feel like a dying star,
Shining with love, burnt too hot,
Now collapsed and many worlds mar,
Fate occurred though not sought.

Like the blossom budded, now furled,
“Beauty” locked away in a bland shell,
Bladed by the emotions it hurled,
And the turmoil inside without quell.

Now a mere corpse among the living,
Appearing animate yet decayed underneath,
Could an angel be saving?
Or shall I find a coffin-sized sheath?

"Romantic Poetry"

"A Midnight Moment"

Your arms hold me warm and safe,
Cuddling and cradling me close,
Whole and tight in your loving embrace,
Blushing as a faint rose.

Fingers brush my cheek, sweet kiss,
Dancing, tracing, trailing,
A gentlest flush of soft lips,
Minds sailing, sailing.

Their hearts rhythming in partner’s time,
Breathing in and sighing out,
Lying, nestled in lover’s rhyme,
Tussling in their tender bout.

A moment’s play, nip and squeal,
Still as dear and innocent,
Bloods rush and loves seal,
In capture of deep moment.

They can look into each other’s eyes,
And gaze into the soul,
They can kiss and seal their lives,
Touch and become whole.

Each bears a shade of maroon,
On their collar, by their neck,
A mark of love that won’t fade soon,
In its own respect.

Sweetest smiles and softest sighs,
Lips brush, eyes closing,
A new joy births and an old fear dies,
Bodies easing, spirits dozing.

Held tightly in each other’s arms,
Blest in deepest sleep,
Embraced in the tenderest of warm,
Where love may safely keep.

"Blazing Love"

A searing tempest of joy,
Of happiness, and people coy,
Where harm is hope,
And to hope is to cope.

A true pyre of indescribable emotion,
In which we imbue our infinite devotion,
For it is a mystifying power,
In which we all try to be showered.

It fills us with warmth and heat,
Races and raises our heartbeat,
Can you feel the deep-burning flame?
Roaring in all of us wild and untame?

An inferno of purest tender,
A flagrance of divine mender,
Reeling, peeling, wheeling,
We’re all feeling, sealing, healing.

The oldest magic of our time,
The greatest inspiration of our rhyme,
Yes, it burns and burns on and on,
Giving to each our personal sun.

What is it though? What is it?
It’s our strongest form of transit,
Free and pure as the airborne dove,
It’s our blazing love!

"Bleed"

Rupture my heart,
And bleed my love.
Bathe in the heat,
And drink of its wine.
Take as ambrosia,
And feed your soul.
Fear not my pulse,
For it will beat.
Let each drop fall,
To quench your need.
Entwine our spirits,
So I may support.
Drain me of blood,
Fill me with yours.
Pulse in my veins,
As I pulse in yours.
Warm me anew,
E’er I love you.
Tender me again,
And truth I’ll send.
Shine as my light,
For thou I’ll fight.
And do not we part,
Entrust to thee my love, my heart.

"Dreams"

Whispered sighs,
Peaceful eyes…
Gentle breaths,
Tender tress…
(These are sweet dreams.)

Bodies resting,
Held close…
Hearts listing,
Tranquil dose…
(These are sweet dreams.)

A sweet kiss,
A moment’s bliss…
Brush of hand,
On purest land…
(These are real dreams.)

A fiery love,
Passioned shove…
Such ecstasy,
Oh, blest is thee…
(These are real dreams.)

Belovéd heart,
Heat not start…
Silent shy,
Together lie…
(These are sweet dreams.)

Lips trace,
Fingers lace…
Loves spoken,
Ice broken…
(These are sweet dreams.)

Blazed drive,
Fire lithe…
Emblazoned mark,
Mate’s hark…
(These are real dreams.)

Hunger sate,
Tendered mate…
Fed the flame,
Lovers tame…
(These are real dreams.)

Loves lasting,
Warm casting…
Feelings deep,
Deepest sleep…
(These are true dreams.)

"First Step"

Staring, locked behind open doors,
Standing, fettered to broken chains,
Daring, reversed the first step,
Handing, gave away the snatch.

Eyes, caught in a Heaven glance,
Soul, frozen in gloried admiration,
Cries, silent in bided frustration,
Tolls, chimed in heartfelt desp’ration.

Fearful, heart begs to the body,
Afraid, shivers run to shackles,
Tearful, body strains ‘gainst all wills,
Forbade, the mind stays the soul.

Falling, humbled in sight of Love,
Dropping, preyed by the gentle nurturer,
Calling, whisked by emotion so strong,
Stopping, wrapped in warmth tender.

Arms, held safely in sweet embrace,
Hearts, stunned into momentary grace,
Charms, his presence relaxed life,
Starts, a long-kindled Love.

Secured, a loner’s heart,
Cradled, a spirit emaciated,
Demured, a body thought lost,
Fabled, Love’s strongest hold.

And thus, he’s carried through the Door,
He lifted and freed from the shackles,
Stepped unto Opportunity’s “forevermore”,
And taken by lover’s tackle.

"Please Me (I'm Sorry)"

It’s just so hard,
To hope someone will regard,
Will look at me and see,
Some deep inner beauty.

I’m sorry I’m confusing,
I’m sorry I’m so difficult,
Sorry for refusing,
Sorry for that result.

Please, just kiss me warm,
Protect me from all that harm,
Wrap me, hold me tight,
Soothe me when I scream at night.

I know it’s not easy,
I do try hard, believe me,
But I’m not good at this yet,
I don’t mean to freak, to fret.

Just lookin’ for a little love,
‘Stead of being looked at from above,
Wanna be melted by that hot touch,
Know I want way too much.

I’ll give back I promise,
Won’t let wrong befall us,
Please wipe my scarred tears away,
I’m so scared and so afraid.

Cradle me when I ‘m a wreck,
Let me cry into your soft neck,
Then brush away all my tears,
Love away all my fears.

I don’t care about gender,
They’re each equal contender,
Only have to love me warm and deep,
Take my heart and nearby keep.

Lay my head over your heart,
Warm me all, every part,
Heat, simmer, and boil my blood,
Join me in the loving flood.

Then rest me ‘gainst your gentle body,
Give me worth – “I’m not so shoddy,”
Fingers running through my hair,
Sleep and wake – you’re still there.

So just…
Please me, kiss me, love me,
Hold me warm and tightly,
Promise I’m yours now and to be,
And I’m so sorry,
But I just want you so lovingly.

"Thoughts of a Boy"

Sitting here,
Thinking about him,
Wondering where he is,
How he’s doing,
If he’s okay,
Love him in so many ways.
Mind his on him a lot.
Wonder if he’ll ever know…

"To Wolf"

Oh, why am I writing this?
For no unseen purpose?
It's just I simply don't know,
Any other way to truly show.

You've spoke and I learned,
You've heard and I yearned,
To find some kind of elegant praise,
To your amazing and simple ways.

I know I'm supposed to be good with words,
Buy my mind shouts like a thousands birds,
So here I am, desperately trying,
To voice without sighing or lying.

It's so much, these ways I feel,
It's been so long, it's so surreal,
But I'll try - I swear!
To put it all right there.

You mean so much, dear God,
Leading me where I thought I'd never trod,
Yet here I stand,
With you telling me that I can.

And here, of course, the words do stop,
So immense my mind might pop,
All I ask is read what's next,
All I ask is simply know this.

I love you so much - I love you infinitely,
I love you sweetly - I love you gently,
I love you fully - I love you dearly,
I love you, I love you...my sweet, tender Wolf.

Nature Poetry

"Early World"

Tempered valley and sun’s light,
Mountain peak and night sky,
Desert sand and heat crystal,
Arctic ice and wind pistol.

Child born of young mother,
Into earth, next his brother,
Breath of life, softest whine,
A new kin to the blood of time.

Star streaks in azure paint,
Moon beams and umbra faint,
Further on the asteroids sail,
Nearer by, the comets trail.

Saplings rising into greater trees,
Standing high and caressing breeze,
Woods growing into glades,
Spawning into sweeter shades.

Water tides, ebbs and flows,
Ice floes, a beauty rose,
Red petal, landing, spinning,
Through it all, swimming, swimming.

And for a moment, cosmic rest,
A universe free of all behest,
A perfect peace, eased and tranquil,
A time and age of things most simple.

"Frozen Memories"

Times long past,
And ways long cast,
People who came and went,
Things received and sent.

But what is it that lingers?
There, on the tips of my fingers?
It is a small flake of snow,
Of ages so very long ago.

What stories it could tell,
Of those good, and those well,
That it may inspire upon us,
Such a feeling as thus.

The tales of a true winter,
Where it flew and sintered,
Mingling with the trees, with ice,
Spreading glee to entice and entice.

Perhaps it roamed across the world,
Swirled and twirled, curled and whirled,
To the farthest reaches of the sky,
Simply to land on a very shy I.

And so what do I find?
What comes to my humble mind?
Why all the stories of this little snowflake,
All the places the wind may take.

And I wonder, and I wonder,
What it must be like to look from down under,
Instead of above, in the friendly clouds,
In the fluffy shrouds.

But I suppose I’ll never know,
Or in entirety ever show,
Some form of complete certainty,
For those free and frozen memories.

"Time"

Time is short,
Short and fluid,
Fluid and infinite,
Infinite and wild,
Wild and free,
Free and powerful,
Powerful and great,
Great and gentle,
Gentle and loving,
Loving and surrounding,
Surrounding and healing,
Time is such.
Such is time.

Haiku

"Seed of Distrust"

The seed of distrust,
Is one more painful, knifing,
Than any faint wound.

"Sequence of Death"

“Death’s Hand”
In the dark, gray mist,
It’s boned fingers writhe and twist,
Where Death’s voice once hissed.

“Death’s Voice”
Calling, calling, soft,
With tempt of quiet, peaced rest,
To the cracked, depressed.

“Death’s Touch”
And so they submit,
To brush of life’s deficit,
Tender and quiet.

“Death’s Pulse”
Gently, the last breath,
Final beat; the pulse of death,
And so leaves; so left.

“Death’s Scythe”
The blade moves to reap,
To lay body and soul deep,
For eternal sleep.

“Funeral Procession”
They cry and blather,
Where the procession gathers,
And mourners fathom.