In jam meant to be...


  • Altair
  • Don't read me, I am not that good.......

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In jam meant to be...

So I have returned to the canvas of wiled thoughts again

through the pen in old english script, shall I begin?

As Altair, the taurean prefect, mocking the wind

my tongue twisting blend of words, compliment

the enjambment 'pon lines of blue scape on the page

resting by the lotus pointed out by the old sage

who speaks philosophy to me while sipping grains

of rice fermented to wine, changing my ways.

So I indulged, swayed with the lotus adjacent

to me, rooted, as I slowly tip over complacent

with the sage, I'm hysterically laughing at this patron

who won’t stop practicing his art of over talking

about motion, the ocean, angels, and sipping potions

in the dead sea scrolls, yet he left out something

so related to this art of mine, the inclined poem

written by yours truly, upon this mountain.

Yet this script is not about the things I see

The old sage, the page, or manifest from his company

I want to make it random, a tryst of internal me

External responses as they speak where my pen bleeds

Who holds the key to the door made of sycamore?

Leaves me dumbfounded in remorse of its contour

Love stains war, nevermore shall they push forth

Upon the precibus of the natives tears, lost

To the floor, salt of the wound burns to the core

Tenderizing for four scores the seed so raw

As the crow stands unafraid, whispering nevermore

I open my eyes to make sense of this paramour. this deep breathing I become high

As the star that mimics me shoots through time 

Oh I wish, sometimes, to escape to youll never find 

Any trace of me, as if you existed blind 

Without the serendipitous push from the divine 

Inclinations to ones intuition to outline me 

As a black and white pencil colors my chi 

An updated version of lynx’s imagery 

So lost in mute space, I warrant it’s company 

This is all for now, stay tuned for what I mean.

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1990lh commented on In jam meant to be...


beautiful read... love reading original work like this. Did youjust start back writting or just decided to ost these? Tackles Altair...Huggie..yay...(((((((((Altair)))))))))



well i always write dear lol...but that was something new i wrote that day, doubtful I will post things from the

dahlusion commented on In jam meant to be...


"Oh I wish, sometimes, to escape to youll never find Any trace of me, as if you existed blind"—a unique line! This is a thought provoking piece that is masterfully prensented.



tyvm dah, glad to see you made it through to share in my thought.

The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

Altair’s Poems (53)

Title Comments
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?....? 0
The Builder refused 0
To be my most recent thought 1
I've Said enough to Know 2
I've Said Enough to Mean 2
Just because I like Trees 2
Contemptuous Nonchalance 2
Unearthly Manifest... 2
Like Water for Dark Chocolate.... 2
Impenitent Soliloquy 3
Figurative Meadow... 1
Windows 1
In jam meant to be... 2
Upon My "Death" 5
The Butterfly Effect Set … 4
The Quiet Storm Enters A Room... 2
The Diamond Age of Yesternight..
A Choir of Angels are We in Poetry.... 10
Dear Love, by the time you manifest this poem, you'll be gone..... 10
On Hallows Eve, Hollow grief as Death I Foresee......
From blood, death darkens to stone's manifest.....
The Forest is a Journey In my Darkness complete.... 10
The Wrath of My Titan Enlightenment
..whatever that is...
Failure of my trinity...lea
ked was in sanity.
A soul is loss....seeks an endless remorse.. 10
Madness exist in her gift..... 7
The London Show at the Tate's Estate.......
.Part two adieu
The London Show at the Tate's Estate.......
I'm Back.... 7
A Warped View of My Inner Sanctum...... 4
What do I see? What do you believe? 9
Lacking in Madness...... 14
Elemental portance in alchemic relevance.. 9
The Calamity of Conformity...
The Vicarious Rues..... 6
Within this Quill, manifest on the Canvas....Art 8
A Voiding thought is all I sought.... 4
Pushing away the loving Void....... 10
Vessels of ash, Souls thus passed... 4
The Infinite battle from Night to Light....... 5
Trick or treat in the Streets of hollowed teens..... 5
Untitled Breaths... 11
Kharon was the fairest of guides to my fruition.....
The inevitable of lovers in dreams.... 5
If I could trap you in my vigil.... 3
I emit my lah... 2
An instant revelation of… 7
The crossroads of..... 3
How things change in a moment..... 4
How Angels and Human Inclinations are One...... 5
Frailty begets Strength...C'
est la vie...
The conquest..... 11