5 Apr 2005

0 Comments

Come

Come by SilencioBarnes

Come – The title is a metaphor…for many different things. You can read the poem and alternatively download it from here: http://silenciobarnes.com/writing/come/

Come

Eternal the seconds, spent like loose change
Awaiting your presence, counting the days
Days that exist only to wait on your grace
My woman of taste, of scandalous ways

Wave after wave, undulating, your shape
Water that walks on my surface, I drink
Sate myself on the flesh that lies ‘neath your waist
Of your eyes do I think that your gaze sharpens stakes

You thrust to my rhythm, I thrust and we shake
We lust with our hearts, we dance there in place
Our melody plays, to this song we embrace
You sing a harsh tune, I say nothing, we link

Like chain and like fence and like amorous snakes
We slide skin on skin, the thing that we make
Is like oil that sprays and we are the flame
We ignite and we burn like a heretic’s shame

Oh lady
Oh woman
Please come unto me

Let eyes
Meet with eyes
Let our thighs meet between

Sheets that are damp
With a mixture of things

Our sweat and my seed
And your heavenly cream

Oh lady
Oh woman
Oh heavenly being

Shine on your servant
Please come unto me

I wait in the darkness
I’m blinded by need

Come unto me
Come unto me

I sing…

ver 1.5

More Poetry by Silencio Barnes

More Poetry from the Eternal Figments of Reality Series

By: Silencio Barnes Poetry, Writing Tags: anything, audio included, download included, Eternal Figments of Reality, httpssilenciobarnes-nettagpoetry-about-women, poetry, poetry about sex, poetry about women, rhyming, sheets damp from sweat, Writing

31 Mar 2005

2 Comments

Dying Stream

Why cry when rivers feed oceans
Tears can cause movement but connections cause motions
From time out of mind a flow written then spoken
The words given freedom till the concept is broken

We gain so much nothing but lose the whole notion
Of knowing what’s real and what’s strictly emotion
Of knowing what’s fact and what’s strictly promotion
Of knowing which track or which path; where we’re going

Proper grammar for propaganda, beyond that they kill
But before that they dampen you’re ability to feel
They teach sheep how to construct their very own shields
That they use in their ignorance to reject and repel

This prevents them from learning to channel their will
Through the pen, through the sword on the side of what’s real
The lifestream is dying, they destroy and rebuild
But their constructs are shoddy yet made with such skill

How else could their words create something so ill
How else could they brainwash your colors to nil
Or whitewash your dreams and your life up until
You start to believe that you‘re really fulfilled?

More Poetry by Silencio Barnes

More Poetry from the Eternal Figments of Reality Series

By: Silencio Barnes Poetry, Writing Tags: brainwashing, dying stream, dying-musician-poetry, Eternal Figments of Reality, poetry, poetry about motion, poetry about movement, poetry about revolution, political poetry, Propaganda, propaganda-rhyme, rhyme-word-to-make-a-long-story-short, rhyming, sheep, Whitewash, Writing

5 Mar 2005

0 Comments

Victim’s Perspective

She gave him the fire
He screamed; murder in his eyes
Committed slow suicide in between her thighs

She gave him the fire
He cried, but tears can’t wash the burn
He knew the risk, but really, there’s just one sure way to learn

She gave him the fire
At first denial is his friend
Then denial turns to anger when the truth starts to set in

She gave him the fire
And now, he comes to understand
There’s no running, there’s no hiding only one way this could end

She gave me the fire?
He asks in denial
When the anger gives way
To rational thoughts revival

The whys and the hows of
The lies and the cries cause
The truth denied
Ends the life design

She gave him the fire
Burning to end his existence
As his frame melts away
His own thought his only witness

Found thinking of himself in past tenses, he lies listless
Statistics impregnated by the birth of his carnal wishes
Life counted in days, nonoxynol-9 ways to prevent this
But the fire is relentless

She gave him the fire
In more ways than the obvious it burns
The bridges that connect flesh to mental
He learns the song and with it he turns
Dancing to the fires instrumental

Friends become sentimental
Everyday, little by little, he fades away
Days fade to gray

Until nothing replaces the somethings
Of days spent with nothing
To do but hang till the grave gets
Closer and calls in a way that we all feel

Hoping until the life record is broken
But still hoping
Walking until his last breath leaves him choking
But still walking
Till hope and step both falter
His soul is falling
Falling in love with his coffin

She gave him the fire
Turned pleasure into
Deaths burnt offering

And now, he prays

She gave him the fire
He screamed; murder in his eyes
Committed slow suicide in between her thighs

She gave him the fire
He cried, but tears can’t wash the burn
He knew the risk, but really, there’s just one sure way to learn

She gave him the fire
At first denial is his friend
Then denial turns to anger when the truth starts to set in

She gave him the fire
And now he comes to understand
There’s no running, there’s no hiding only one way this could end

More Poetry by Silencio Barnes

By: Silencio Barnes Poetry, Writing Tags: Eternal Figments of Reality, poems-in-a-barns-perspective, poetry, poetry about sexually transmitted diseases, poetry about STD, rhyming, rhyming poetry, sexually transmitted diseases, STD, victim-perspective, Writing

22 Dec 2004

0 Comments

On Your Kiss

A universe birthed
With your kiss. Woman, I sing
The song that is you

Back to Sentiments of the Cerebral

More Poetry by Silencio Barnes

More Poetry from Eternal Figments of Reality

By: Silencio Barnes Poetry, Writing Tags: Eternal Figments of Reality, haiku, poem about a kiss, poetry, poetry about kisses, poetry about kissing, Sentiments of the Cerebral, Writing

22 Dec 2004

0 Comments

On Creation

Sometimes one must sacrifice
Their whole world, just to gain a piece
Of that otherness, the existence
That hides just outside of reach

That broken thought becomes the Word
That dead messiahs preach
That Word becomes the unheard void
That metaphysics teach

What they seek is not an object
Sacrifice the semi-logic
Chaos brings random to order
To create that crucial conflict

Without which, the design fails
Crumbles into seeming nonsense
Or explodes into something new—
Static thought turns into progress

What happens when it shatters
Do the pieces scatter in the night
Creating something not unlike
Life, just one more mistake of matter

Back to Sentiments of the Cerebral

More Poetry by Silencio Barnes

Empty of Heart – Poetry

Empty of Heart

Empty of heart is he that states
That he will but does not

Church and state will rebuild
The Earth and take what they killed
Rebirth a clone of man’s will and
Worse claim that it’s real and
Works but only until it works

Then maybe the cycle will end
When the lust to take lose retake
And claim dominion fades

Maybe something better begins
When the greed consumes itself
And the sheep seek better ways

Instead of simply hoping to see better days

But what calls men to action
What must be lost before they rise
And take their satisfaction
Which faction dies before the lies
Are seen as manufactured

That is to say, where is the brave
To take the initial pain
That incites that initial rage

About Empty of Heart

While short, I was always a fan of this particular piece of poetry —
Here’s a mix that my good friend Zapruder Film made of it – I consider it as a part of an initiative I call SilentFilm (it’s kind of on hiatus at the moment)

You can also hear it on SoundCloud –

More Poetry by Silencio Barnes

More Poetry from the Eternal Figments of Reality Series

By: Silencio Barnes Poetry, Writing Tags: conscious-freestyle-poems, Eternal Figments of Reality, greed-consumes-itself, poetry, poetry about doing what you say, poetry about revolution, political poetry, rhyming, Writing

1157379413_1024x768_flower-under-night-sky-wallpaper[1]

17 Dec 2004

0 Comments

Being Attractive

Like the flower at night
Underneath moon
Shining its own ethereal glow

Like the waves pushing
Unseen currents to break
The beach of my thought

Like the sun’s brilliance
Eternity begotten on the breath
Of a single word

Divine symmetrical beauty
Genes transcending time
Just to outline your shape
In those jeans

You are attractive

Like the thought of death
When all is lost and hope
Is but a feather, floating
Through a void of nothingness

You are the strength to grab it
And with it, the strength to fly

You are the book
My feelings authored and defined
by You

The dawn and the thunder
The shadow and the wave
The silence and the darkness
The black the white the gray

The tree’s age rings uncounted
The thought of pleasant change
The rare delight, the compass
The pleasure and the pain

The written word that sings
You are all those things

Attractive

Back to Sentiments of the Cerebral

More Poetry by Silencio Barnes

The HerStory of She

Lightning in the Dark — From http://www.truehdwallpaper.com/lightning-in-the-dark/

The HerStory of She

And this is how lightning strikes
Sudden like death, awesome like life
And this is how lightning strikes
Sudden like death, awesome like life

She revealed it one night, like lightning in the dark
Words spilled from her mouth like a fountain
She told the story in sharp tones; cold, dry and stark
Words hard, like the heart of a mountain

The caress of a man She had known all her years
She was so very young when it starts
Father to her sister, husband to her fears
And She knew that it was wrong, She was smart

She first tells her mother, and that was a dead end
Maternal instincts had packed to depart
Her sister was younger, could not comprehend
So She was left with this trapped in her heart

The very first time he was savage
He had forced her young bones to unfold
Blood ran down her thighs to the mattress
And there formed a lake in her soul

This is how lightning strikes
Sudden like death, awesome like life
This is how lightning strikes
Sudden like death, awesome like life

In the arms of every man, She saw horrors, a dirty past
Instead of running from, She ran toward, She’s broken glass
Those that tried to mend the pieces only cut up their hands
Battered beauty, at this time She finally understands

Understood that life was short, and that nothing is as it’s planned
Nothing is as it’s planned. Nothing is as it’s planned. And so…

She was confused about love, confused about truths
Confused about lust and what it tells her to do
She was bruised by hearts that are joined like two
But were split by sharp knives that part through blues

Sharp eyes that reveal what the heart holds true
Beholder was he emboldened by cues
Signals sent by She so unknowingly cute
But the line pulled taut She was captured by youth

Young love he and She it was all She knew
But that youth was marred by caress turned bruise
From hands so soft She was left in ruin
But, that was the past She has paid those dues

Learned those lessons, made those moves
Done with that path, She follows new rules
She wanted me to understand and not misconstrue
She wanted me to know the truth and not see the ruse

And that’s how lightning strikes
Sudden like death, awesome like life
And that’s how lightning strikes
Sudden like death, awesome like life

Back to Sentiments of the Cerebral

More Poetry by Silencio Barnes

By: Silencio Barnes Poetry, Writing Tags: abuse, breath-like-a-flower-poem, broken women, child abuse, Eternal Figments of Reality, poetry, poetry about abuse, poetry about child abuse, poetry about relationships, rape, rhyming, Sentiments of the Cerebral, Writing

22 Sep 2004

0 Comments

The HisStory of He

His money bleeds through frozen funds
His woman breathes through blackened lungs
His son he feeds through paltry sums
His rent is due hot water’s gone

He tried to do what’s right, was wronged
He tried to be polite, was scorned
He tried with all his might, lost all
He died a death that night, reborn

He devised a plan that involved a mark
He divides the crime by the time involved
He refines details as the day gets dark
He confides in none, he redefines resolve

He contemplates what he has never done
He starts to shake when the moment comes
He decides that fate at this moment’s gone
He closed his eyes, his demeanor numbs

He held his breath as he held the gun
His conscious left, his heartbeat drummed
…but then he thought about his son
He felt ashamed, and he turned to run

Back to Sentiments of the Cerebral

More Poetry by Silencio Barnes

Unfinished Recital

The words stopped so suddenly
Falling to the ground as if
Gravity no longer held
The delicate balance
Of sound to air

He called a gathering of the children
Even held one, bawling, in his arms
For to give them the blessing of the lord

For almost five heartbeats
The Silence permeated the air
As if those were the last words
To ever be spoken

He fell to the life giving Earth
The gift given/taken back

As if the Earth just could no longer
Sustain the weight of this one man

The proverbial straw

All that could be heard
Or not heard, as the case seemed to be

Were the cries of an infant
Cradled, in his lifeless arms

More Poetry from the Eternal Figments of Reality Series

More Poetry by Silencio Barnes

By: Silencio Barnes Poetry, Writing Tags: document-wallpaper, Eternal Figments of Reality, free verse, free-divine-wallpapers, freeversepoetrywriting, httpssilenciobarnes-nettagpoetry-about-death, poetry, poetry about church, poetry about death, recital, unfinished recital, walkslowly, Writing

«‹ 19 20 21 22

Come

Come by SilencioBarnes

Come

Like this:

Dying Stream

Dying Stream

Like this:

Victim’s Perspective

Victim’s Perspective

Like this:

On Your Kiss

On Your Kiss

Like this:

On Creation

On Creation

Like this:

Empty of Heart – Poetry

Empty of Heart

About Empty of Heart

Like this:

Being Attractive

Being Attractive

Like this:

The HerStory of She

The HerStory of She

Like this:

The HisStory of He

The HisStory of He

Like this:

Unfinished Recital

Unfinished Recital

Like this:

Social

Subscribe to Blog via Email

Top Posts & Pages

Come

Share this:

Like this:

Dying Stream

Share this:

Like this:

Victim’s Perspective

Share this:

Like this:

On Your Kiss

Share this:

Like this:

On Creation

Share this:

Like this:

Empty of Heart

About Empty of Heart

Share this:

Like this:

Being Attractive

Share this:

Like this:

The HerStory of She

Share this:

Like this:

The HisStory of He

Share this:

Like this:

Unfinished Recital

Share this:

Like this:

Social

Subscribe to Blog via Email

Top Posts & Pages