2011-09-18
Parallel perception
Endless parallels carved through existence
a symbol of human achievement
creating a perception of eternity
fore and aft continuous interconnected railways
bind us together.
Sense of anticipation arises;
the mile long elephant approaches
heartbeat racing as the beast screams
it slows to its resting place
Scent of hot steel permeating the senses
each child in tow with its unique colour and textures
appreciating the art that adornes the mobile gallery
Making a mark
careful not to impede others
mighty monster of beauty
a graffiti artist's dream.
© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110918
Author note: This is my first non-rhyming write I've ever done, so I don't even know if it is a poem or not. I was inspired by a love piece the other day, so I tried writing without rhyming. This was completely against everything I've ever known. Critical feedback appreciated.
Labels:
graffiti,
poem,
poetry,
Steve Bertrand,
stevieb,
street art
2011-09-14
Feeling of sensuality
I want to feel your glistening skin,
and taste your sweat on my lips,
I want to have you in my arms,
I want to take you to the stars.
A woman's body is a temple,
her soul inside is like heaven,
I love the feeling of sensuality,
I'll give my all, wholeheartedly.
For me to touch, I must have love,
a strong soul-meshing emotional bond,
when I eventually say that I love you,
I promise it will always be forever true.
© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110914
and taste your sweat on my lips,
I want to have you in my arms,
I want to take you to the stars.
A woman's body is a temple,
her soul inside is like heaven,
I love the feeling of sensuality,
I'll give my all, wholeheartedly.
For me to touch, I must have love,
a strong soul-meshing emotional bond,
when I eventually say that I love you,
I promise it will always be forever true.
© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110914
Labels:
Feeling of sensuality,
intimacy,
love,
poem,
poetry,
sensuality,
Steve Bertrand,
stevieb
2011-09-13
Love through touch
I'm the type of guy,
who needs physical touch,
with my soft gentle hands,
I'll infuse you with love.
Just look in my eyes,
and begin to believe,
that I will make you feel,
divine ecstasy.
Take my hands,
as I pull you close,
and whisper in your ear,
a love song I wrote.
Holding you tight,
as I kiss your lips,
love through touch,
is where my happiness is.
© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110813
Labels:
intimacy,
love,
Love through touch,
poem,
poetry,
Steve Bertrand,
stevieb
Love described as words
Dearest Sabra, my one and only,
rescued me from a life of feeling lonely,
how does a poet come up with the words,
to accurately portray what you deserve?
All I can do is write to the best of my ability,
exercising from the depths of my linguistic agility.
My love for you comes from an emotional collection,
a visualization of the full colour spectrum,
a musical symphony that has until now been unheard,
and I try to transpose these senses into words.
My love glows for you like a star in the night,
your very presence provides delight in my life,
the grass is greener, and the sky more crystal blue,
since the very day you adopted my soul into you.
I see a future with colour, I see a future full of hope,
it won't be long, and you'll see actions instead of notes.
My future is vibrant, my future has purpose,
this time we've had apart, has been more than worth it.
If you feel this is a fairy tale, that may be true,
but you are Cinderella, and I have your glass shoe.
So be prepared for love, and all that comes with it,
because my words will turn to action, and my actions are intrinsic.
I won't care what we have, I won't care where we live,
I just know in my heart that we'll be harmonious.
We are perfect together, forever we belong,
my love story with you, will be my unwritten song.
We will live a life, like in another dimension,
it will continuously feel like escalating ascension.
Our love is divine, it will act as our guide,
our souls will merge as one, providing eternal peace of mind.
When I tell you that I love you, close your eyes and make a wish,
and before you know it, I will bless you with a kiss.
My love is like a river, a river with no end,
each morning we wake up,
we'll have a newly heightened love all over again.
If my beloved words, bring tears to your eyes,
open your heart, and open your mind.
My words aren't even half of my love so pure and true,
you will be in for the shock of a lifetime,
when I can show all my love to you.
© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110822
Labels:
love,
Love described as words,
poem,
poetry,
Steve Bertrand,
stevieb
2011-09-12
Depressive monotony
Abandonment issues has got me in depressive monotony,
I was let out of prison early cause they didn't even want me,
like a sliding window each and every day,
one day I'm happy, the next I'm depraved.
There's not a drug on the market that helps with these symptoms,
I have so many feelings of hurt, I couldn't even list them.
Insecurities abound, I'm incapable of feeling love,
I want to be my free floating self, but I'm stuck in the mud.
Jealousy and fear encompassed by crying and despair,
then anger and rage, until I pull out my hair.
It is something that I can't just turn off,
sometimes about myself I just don't give a fuck.
There is so much agony, I just can't get it out,
like having your throat cut, then trying to shout,
some days I wish I didn't have to fight this disease,
other days I wish that God would just take me.
© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110912
Labels:
dark,
depression,
Depressive monotony,
poem,
poetry,
Steve Bertrand,
stevieb
2011-09-11
Now and forever
This is a rhyme about truth,
a truth inside of me and you,
we all have it, it's in there,
all we need to see it, is to care.
Show someone you love them,
by helping them out,
saying hello,
or ask them what their day is about.
Love your fellow neighbour,
and the love will be returned,
you can then go to bed,
with happiness ensured.
Do something nice for someone,
without expecting anything back,
perhaps you can fix something,
that they lack.
We can turn society around,
by offering simple gestures,
and instill a positive memory in them,
now and forever.
-Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110125
Labels:
kindness,
love,
Now and forever,
poem,
poetry,
Steve Bertrand,
stevieb
2011-09-10
Without facts
I'm becoming inept,
with this anxiety that I've kept,
aboard this vehicle,
which is just about to crest,
I'm left,
with this pain I've had inside,
stop the lying,
my inner soul is secretly spying,
and letting me know,
that I should stay in my hole,
benevolent requests,
are drowned in nothingness,
I'm sick of fighting,
with my own insight,
lowering my standards to please those who think they're right,
all the time,
but they're not,
when I give it second thought,
my experience tells me,
that they're just making me rot,
if I know that I am,
and I know what I can,
why do I put up with their insiduous demands,
they're nothing,
worth the dirt on my shoe,
I've lived what you're preaching,
so let your god deliver you...
...to freedom,
and acceptance,
I'm not the type to test,
I'll leave you in a mess,
of my own self pity,
that you promote of me,
but as you trip on your own feet,
I'll bury you in the proof you need to seek...
...that shows I'm right and you're wrong,
in my life your attitude don't belong,
don't chastize what I say,
because I'll defend it in every way,
when I know I'm accurate, leaving you nothing to say,
I usually stay silent,
without getting violent,
but when I stand for what I know,
and you're talking out your blowhole,
know,
that you can kiss my ass,
as I say
"I'm not sorry, sorry, I'm just statin' the facts"
© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110910
Labels:
experimental,
frustration,
poem,
poetry,
Steve Bertrand,
stevieb,
Without facts
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