Purity

[jurisprudent]

Craved
White
Clean
Clear
Purity
The beaches of sand so white to blind your eyes
The waters so green to make your stare greenish
The skies so blue to make you breathe as free man
Purity to hold someone’s hand without second thoughts
Purity to lay your head on somebody’s shoulder with a feel of full trust
Purity to dive deep to the deepest sea bottom
Purity is to ask for no shelter
To need no shelter
As the skies are so clear there is no sign of impending rain
Purity is to be post-burn
Or pre-burn
To have been through the ashes
Or to be so innocent no ashes trace your thoughts
Purity is everything
Purity is nothing
Purity is the Holy Grail
Of a soul desiring much more than what is around.
Purity the white bread
Purity the crystal water
Purity the snowy mountain slope
Purity the pastures green
Purity the lagoon no ship wants to leave
Purity the dream you stretch out to touch
But cannot feel with fingers
Can feel it with thoughts and sparks of imagination
Fleshless.

Purity is nowhere to be seen.

[tonywalt]

Craved
White
Clean
Clear
Purity
The beaches of sand so white to blind your eyes
The waters so green to make your stare greenish
The skies so blue to make you breathe as free man
Purity to hold someone’s hand without second thoughts
Purity to lay your head on somebody’s shoulder with a feel of full trust
Purity to dive deep to the deepest sea bottom
Purity is to ask for no shelter
To need no shelter
As the skies are so clear there is no sign of impending rain
Purity is to be post-burn
Or pre-burn
To have been through the ashes
Or to be so innocent no ashes trace your thoughts
Purity is everything
Purity is nothing
Purity is the Holy Grail
Of a soul desiring much more than what is around.
Purity the white bread
Purity the crystal water
Purity the snowy mountain slope
Purity the pastures green
Purity the lagoon no ship wants to leave
Purity the dream you stretch out to touch
But cannot feel with fingers
Can feel it with thoughts and sparks of imagination
Fleshless.

Purity is nowhere to be seen.

Love This!

[tonywalt]

London 2009


As I turn left off Oxford Street
cloaked in a low sky and shuffling
along with the other furrowed brows

I search for the accent of my youth
"Tomato" or "Tomahto" or "Tomata"
"Aunt" or "Ant" or "Auntie"

Punching my cold fists into a
Harrods jacket I enter the tube,
shortly reaching another
grey gray station and soon see
a pub with an old fashioned
clock against the liquored mirror,

damn, it's way past our meeting time
and am I at the right place?

I really could go for
comfort food now, we need this

connection

"Buffalo Wings?" Or is it "Fish and Chips?"
Maybe "Saltfish?"

Which of these do I want?
Eh, it's too late for such a
search.

A sudden hiss of wind
angrily flaps my jacket, and
a raindrop

taps my shoulder-
as a stranger does when they have
wandered and need
direction.

The rain falls.
The sun falls.
The fog falls.
The days fall from the harboring arms of mothers.

I walk alongside the parcelled flats,
pausing at a low bridge and look out at
the bruised dusk of the Old World
as the wind swings my bag like a beacon
against the cold.
Oh, come now – and dance with me
Caribbean.

[jurisprudent]

Thanks!!!

[kiz_paws]

Craved
White
Clean
Clear
Purity
The beaches of sand so white to blind your eyes
The waters so green to make your stare greenish
The skies so blue to make you breathe as free man
Purity to hold someone’s hand without second thoughts
Purity to lay your head on somebody’s shoulder with a feel of full trust
Purity to dive deep to the deepest sea bottom
Purity is to ask for no shelter
To need no shelter
As the skies are so clear there is no sign of impending rain
Purity is to be post-burn
Or pre-burn
To have been through the ashes
Or to be so innocent no ashes trace your thoughts
Purity is everything
Purity is nothing
Purity is the Holy Grail
Of a soul desiring much more than what is around.
Purity the white bread
Purity the crystal water
Purity the snowy mountain slope
Purity the pastures green
Purity the lagoon no ship wants to leave
Purity the dream you stretch out to touch
But cannot feel with fingers
Can feel it with thoughts and sparks of imagination
Fleshless.

Purity is nowhere to be seen.What passion. Enjoyed a lot! :)

[kiz_paws]

London 2009


As I turn left off Oxford Street
cloaked in a low sky and shuffling
along with the other furrowed brows

I search for the accent of my youth
"Tomato" or "Tomahto" or "Tomata"
"Aunt" or "Ant" or "Auntie"

Punching my cold fists into a
Harrods jacket I enter the tube,
shortly reaching another
grey gray station and soon see
a pub with an old fashioned
clock against the liquored mirror,

damn, it's way past our meeting time
and am I at the right place?

I really could go for
comfort food now, we need this

connection

"Buffalo Wings?" Or is it "Fish and Chips?"
Maybe "Saltfish?"

Which of these do I want?
Eh, it's too late for such a
search.

A sudden hiss of wind
angrily flaps my jacket, and
a raindrop

taps my shoulder-
as a stranger does when they have
wandered and need
direction.

The rain falls.
The sun falls.
The fog falls.
The days fall from the harboring arms of mothers.

I walk alongside the parcelled flats,
pausing at a low bridge and look out at
the bruised dusk of the Old World
as the wind swings my bag like a beacon
against the cold.
Oh, come now – and dance with me
Caribbean.Tony, this was excellent! :)
You could get more views if you opened a fresh new Thread with this poem in it. :nod: