IMMORTALITY
by Manuel Madera
Immortality
Confessions last—
The snow plummets to
The nameless ground we
Have crossed and hopped
Along the sidewalk of evermore
We stroll and skate
I did not know
I did not
Whether true has been true
Whether you abide by
Sentiments of peach
And love of cranberry
So pale hands shiver
Raspberry lips quiver but your smile
Set ablaze by confessions
Greeted with indecisive intimacy
Is it divided mortality or reflections
Of impassioned antiquity?
There imprisoned in the stillness
Of your loving eyes of eternal green
Or oceanic blue or intoxicated brown
I gather courage and courage it is
Withstanding repudiation of
Earned cohesion between soul
Of moss and grimy mold
And soul of gracious gold
If there is a hand to hold
One with promise to conquer worlds
It is that of mine
Let our icy fingers touch
And walk through a door
In the middle of the night.
Sorrow
Hundreds and thousands—
It is swimming on a bed
Floating in the depths
Of a quilt of watery blue
Bubbles of sorrow vanishing
From my mouth
And thoughts drown while
The bulb in the sky
Flickers and twists
Artificial and plastic decrees
Melancholy trips on the tips
Of a burnt cigarette
Clenching on my florescent lips
Bit by fangs of indecency
Hazed by hypnopompic absurdity
Where the devilish virility
Loses sensation of conceit
Replaced by incatious deceit
I thought of loving you
Loving you I have stayed
But tomorrow is nearing upon us
And yesterday I have lived
Farewell to the forever
I promised when sorrow
Was much less than a past.
About the Author:
Manuel Madera and his poetry emerge from the dreary environs of the world, steadily ascending the ladder of prominence and success. Jumping from pseudonym to pseudonym, Madera gathers the world around him and turns it into a world, or several, of his own.
