Elliptical blacknessOmitting hope from your promiseYou pledge only to swallow meYou are the ghost carnivoreGaping jaws, dripping with immortal silenceGhoul with the blanket bellyRavenous thingTreacherous lureI'll be forever falling in youHeart wholly devouredYou are the ice monsterFrosty fingers, lunging towards meTaking acid... More..
My love, my love aloneSustains me selfishlyHer heart beats for us bothSustains the littleness of living-I still weigh a single momentAgainst eternity-A kiss in a wildernessWhich envies the meaninglessWith meaningless envyIf not for the ever-presenceOf the past and the futureI might not endure her absenceI could falter, forgiv... More..
When She Appears.A mirror faces a mirrorPerfectly empty, sharing nothingIn equal measuresWhen she appearsThey squabble for her endlessnessTemporary - - infinityShe is, for a moment or twoAs small as the sunAnd scarce as the starsI pity the mirrors, so perfectly emptyThey forget how full they areWhen she appears More..
Three Haiku's For A Lonely City.Big Ben wept at twelveAlone in London he stood;Suburbs undisturbed~Bridge strikes through the sunNot allowed to sleep at night;It envies rainbows~Thames too tired to chaseThey don't care to stop a day;Coffee cargo ships~City - - indifferent More..
Gods providence, pencil me inSave me a place in paradise;I told myself you want me hereIn the peach deep street-lightIn crack patterns, in parish wallsAnd every habit that has a hold of meI see you in the in-betweensWhere pity skips, or ploughs a fallow frown Which weaves its way around a crowdOf strangers on their path (the ... More..
I see in your eyes, two of meBut they are not quite the sameOne is a widows eulogyThe other a future of fameI suppose it shall come to beAs the karmic scroll unfoldsAll that is due unto meIn torrents, oceans or shoalsI may have decisions aheadBut for now this will do just fineThe grasses are too thick to treadBut to slumber? ... More..
MashedDo you know that place between dreams and consciousness, the hypnopompic haze, where emerges the dismay that you are still you, that nothing's changed, that the world you left when you closed your eyes is the same world you're about to wake up to? A great part of me was to remain there, always, as though my physicality ... More..
A person of faith would say God's essence is in His sovereignty and His loving benignity. Despite (arguable) indications to the contrary, for a believer, this is truth- that's what faith is.However, objectively speaking; to discover a 'nature', one must look for the indicators, the patterns- this a universal truth not peculia... More..
Deft Lethargy.Jesus, is this all I can write about?Thoughts tapered down to recurring nonsenseBy the insatiable fangs of apathyMind chewing tasteless gum-wordsA start; hopelessly cuffed to the marginBy the lazy halves of pale sobrietyHearts hunger-cries callously snubbedAnd anchored to bleak shoresOf vacant inlandsThis fog be... More..
Innocence, lostI do not call 'evil''Evil' I reserveFor innocence, takenAnd as for 'hate' -There is no greater justification More..
Sean Portland
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