Category: poetry

turbulation

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

flow grates against the grain

bonds and connects break,

pulled, reforming, reaching,

SNAP–

broken–

moves away.

//

the self is shattered

old ideas crack

reveal child self in pain.

//

cracks, perturbed, reaching into

shards. pulled away.

what I thought was clear was a mirror

concealing a mask.

the mask I thought was flesh slips.

the knowledge of self distrubed.

//

swirling flow, life cintinues,

I want it all to stop-

to pick up the pieces,

examine each and understand

it’s purpose and placement in the whole

//

the pieces fly away in the wind.

a maelstrom- pulls at my

mask I didn’t know was a mask.

shocked to my core-

stillness is not an option.

Inaction isn’t an option-

I take it anyway.

Publish-life moving

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

publish broadcast, reaching out

to flow, read communicate-words are wind

wind that stays in place is writing.

don’t know where it comes from or where it goes,

but never still.

House breach the mass transition of stationary wind,

captured for millennia.

my words are my wind, air that moves.

writing captures my wind, cease the endless rustling,

transmit to others across space and time

(a day, a continent, a century, a galaxy)

the spread of captured wind, taken for the eyes and skin,

contained repeated, remembered.

Impacting and shaping the future and the new now.

to publish.

rule of undulation

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

rule of undulation

the ups and downs independent of

circumstance emotions change.

You yet in a cycle

they come and they go

again then they return

we have our ups

we have our downs. We

have that consistency we

have that and it does not change.

Yet there is dynamism within that

slow and steady change, rapid

and torrential change

Steps of growth

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

to feel the pressure from a dying self

a mimicry, a mask that fades

the pressure builds,

something clings to the mask as it crumbles,

as something else wants to push it away.

the new self is born

the old mask dies

yet that which dies tries to cling to life.

//

I progress down my journey and take the steps-of-growth

the old self fades, but clings to life

fighting its’ own death

yet it must die.

I must take those steps.

Sinking into the flesh, I cling to the flesh

a dying thing.

it flickers and fades and it clings all the harder.

I must lean into the Spirit.

it is life,

true life leads to truer happiness, it feels

ephemeral, wispy, mist

yet it is more

enduring, more real, more true

than any flesh or bone.

Devil scared poem

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

The devil is not scared of me, but he quakes in his boots because of You.

Devil’s not scared of me. But he quakes in his boots at the sight of You.

the devil is not scared of me, but he quakes in his bones at the thought of You.

You are at my back. You back me as long as I face You.

I follow the paths You lead me on. And the devil quakes in fear.

he tries to distract me, Disrupt me, delude me.

decondition and destroy me.

he quakes and fears You.

You defeated him with Your words, And he had to leave and obey.

You resisted and he left. He could not stay.

You pushed Yourself to the limit, to the limits of our flesh.

You saw the extremes, You walked them. You walked beyond them.

You know us and understand us. You are and have been us.

He quakes and fears because of You.

He deceives deludes, distracts, destroys but

You guard me.

You protect me. You preserve me.

I reside in Your hand and You shelter me.

You walk with me that I must seek You too.