themadsonneteer - Tumblr blog

themadsonneteer · 4 months

Text

A Warrior Poet's Soul

By Bud Koenemund (Written: December 2023) For Christina Alvarado My mind cries out, profaning the universe; Mourning, o’er and o’er, this tragedy – An assault on existence – while cursing A suppos’d caring god’s perfidy. I wish I could hold you in my arms now; Embracing gently; a reassuring Touch to defy despair and doubt; somehow Granting peace – a balm easing suffering. But, I know the strength you possess: spirit, Resolve, stubbornness, and tenacity; With a warrior poet’s soul. Sans fear, You’ll tilt ‘gainst fate for immortality. I have and will always love you, my Friend; Sentiment which shall endure ‘til time’s end.

14 notes · View notes

themadsonneteer · 7 months

Text

From Dust to Dust

By Bud Koenemund (Written: September 2023) Why would I fear something I have wished for, Even tempted, nigh on 25 years? What suffering exists beyond abhorred Death’s veil that could eclipse pain endured here? I should welcome an end to this torment – The unceasing agony called life – which Has left both intellect and body rent; Bereft in spirit; with a soul of pitch. Unafraid, I hold surrender not a sin; I’ll embrace the darkness; finally Set free from worldly struggles; whole again, Someplace where these griefs no longer bind me. From dust, to dust, and thus a debt is paid When I, at last, am by the Reaper bade.

18 notes · View notes

themadsonneteer · 7 months

Text

When Forever Doesn't Mean Forever

By Bud Koenemund (Written: September 2023) Words often evolve over centuries; Rising and falling while meanings altered. Some are lost in language’s vagaries, Disappearing, to be re-discovered In not-always-ancient texts; re-defined – Even the victim of mistranslation – Gaining life hence as lexicons refine; Embraced for use by new generations. But, I believed one word inviolate; Sacred and immune to fate’s quickening; Spoken always without fear or regret, Until the day I learned love means nothing. How does a heart find strength to persevere, When forever doesn’t mean forever?

13 notes · View notes

themadsonneteer · 1 year

Text

Wanton Ambling Nymphs

By Bud Koenemund (Written: May 2023) I fear perfect love is but fantasy; A fiction dwelling solely in my brain; Some trick of the mind’s creativity – That domain where wanton ambling nymphs reign O’er intellect; suffused by fairy tales Oft’ ending happily ever after: Though illusions inevitably fail When affection’s nativity yields hurt. These dreams ne’er align with reality, As I awake confined in loneliness. Yet, this despair does afford clarity – A recognition of unworthiness. Time’s passage will prove no balm for my soul; I am left without cure to make me whole.

11 notes · View notes

themadsonneteer · 1 year

Text

No More Desire for Light

By Bud Koenemund (Written: April 2023) I know one way to express devotion: Offering my entire heart and soul – Withholding nothing; risking emotion Perilous; braving passion uncontrolled By intellect. And, the cost has become Too dear as torment strips vitality, Inducing me to wish all feeling numbed – Surrender slouching toward finality. In truth, love has caused me nothing but pain. Though, I doubt any revelation Of zeal could bring joy when such unrestrained Affection only invited destruction. I will feign no more desire for light; Leaving my soul abandoned and blighted.

7 notes · View notes

themadsonneteer · 1 year

Text

Wolf and Hind

By Bud Koenemund (Written: March 2023) For Lindsay “Is this what you want?” I ask, even as I squeeze, choking off her breath to reply. She struggles – tempted and teased; slow and fast – Her body craves release, which I deny. Lust will once more transform two into one; The heat of desire burning our minds; A hunger for flesh leaves us both undone, While devouring each like wolf and hind. Though I am in charge, this domination Is dual pleasure – mine derived from hers; Every sense overwhelmed by passion. When the little death comes, all Reason’s blurred. This fire between us can’t be contained; Concupiscence – intense and unrestrained.

11 notes · View notes

themadsonneteer · 1 year

Text

I Belong!

By Bud Koenemund (Written: March 2023) For Jenna In humans resides a passion for art. Through poetry, ink, music, paint, or song Many endeavor to express their heart And soul; an act declaring “I belong!” Despite critics – the worst living within Our own minds – we persevere: creating; Hating; destroying; beginning again; Working; changing; crafting; re-editing; Seeking a perfection that oft’ eludes The grasp of mortals; ever contending ‘Gainst doubt; utilizing talent imbued To produce genius. And, at our end, It matters not if results were obtained By tiny increments or sweeping gains.

12 notes · View notes

themadsonneteer · 1 year

Text

Remember to Forget

By Bud Koenemund (Written: March 2023) I wish I could remember to forget – Awakening one day, finally free: My mind unbound, and Reason manumit; No more a prisoner of memory. But, what liberty would that erasure Provide? Only temporary respite? Or, a balm healing the wounds I’ve endured; Allowing re-birth of spirit and wit? Time, I fear, will never grant me solace – Peace has yet to suffuse my weary soul. Indeed, though years have burned away apace, Your absence still exacts a grievous toll. Recollection brings you back to my brain, E’en as I seek deliverance from pain.

15 notes · View notes

themadsonneteer · 1 year

Text

Wondrous and Magical

By Bud Koenemund (Written: March 2023) For E. With apologies to William Shakespeare I would compare thee to a summer’s day; But, that one’s been done before, by better Wit; and verses, I fear, are overplayed When pretty words, more than actions, matter. Though my muse could ne’er want for invention While you, fairest of fair, do grace this earth, My prose struggles to match inspiration – A predicament oft’ a poet’s curse. Be assured, I pray, these creations Speak truth: exalting spirit unrivaled; A soul soaring beyond comprehension, And mind seeking the wondrous and magical. My willing labor is thy praise, Empress; To bestow immortality my quest.

6 notes · View notes

themadsonneteer · 1 year

Text

Unrepentant

By Bud Koenemund (Written: December 2022) For Lindsay Lady, I do confess, my desire For you turns bestial. My thoughts border On the profane – lust burns like a fire – While reason collapses in disorder. The more consumed, the faster madness grows, And I can scarce trust my own intellect. In the end, this passion will overthrow My mind as hunger amplifies unchecked. For concupiscence, I ask no forgiveness. Unrepentant – holding appetite No sin – I seek salvation in excess When your flesh provides heavenly delight. I pray; bless my body and damn my soul Eternal; for I will you e’er extoll.

14 notes · View notes

themadsonneteer · 2 years

Text

We Said Our Goodbyes

By Bud Koenemund (Written: August 2022) Of course, I had to see you walk away – My eye drawn to you like a firefly’s Light in darkness – while memory replayed The moment when passion withered and died. Of course, I had to see you walk away; Enduring one more stab in the heart. Unable to simply go about my day: You’d just be gone; leaving me torn apart. Of course, I had to see you walk away. We’d said our goodbyes already. But fate Wouldn’t allow peace, and time won’t belay Pain. Still, I’ll not let my love become hate. Each day, I seek to put sadness behind; E’en as your absence constantly reminds.

14 notes · View notes

themadsonneteer · 2 years

Text

All the Words in the World

By Bud Koenemund (Written: June 2022) How oft’ did verses take birth in your eyes; As if each glimpse granted inspiration? I prayed those poems to Heaven would fly, And sway thy bosom with proofed affection. I wanted, for us, immortality – Bestowing fame lasting beyond our years; This ambition surpassing vanity: More a devotion of toil and tears. In the end, though, my efforts achieved Nothing but changing pain for passion true; When desire conspired to deceive An ever foolish man who dared love you. This song mourns the impotence of my art; For all the words in the world won’t win your heart.

6 notes · View notes

themadsonneteer · 2 years

Text

Command Performance

By Bud Koenemund (Written: May 2022) Just a bit of silliness, really; for D. O, would-be muse, with skin brown and creamy; Commanding a little song all your own – Verses at once poetic and steamy – While the taste of thy kiss remains unknown. Shall my pen toil at your beck and call? Pray, what recompense will this effort gain? Wilt thou sate these appetites after all? I do entreat some pleasure for this pain. Must I rely on fantasy alone To enkindle such creative fires; When amorous thoughts leave me all undone, As I expound on lust and desire? Should my words of praise not garner some fee; Or, as art for art’s sake, be rendered free?

5 notes · View notes

themadsonneteer · 2 years

Text

Disguise

By Bud Koenemund (Written: May 2022) For T. “Bud will do it so he won’t get in trouble. No; Bud will do it so nobody else gets in trouble!” It seems, somehow, you see the things in me I’ve always attempted to keep hidden – Disguised by sarcasm and apathy – Wielding rapier wit as a defense ‘Gainst pains which too oft’ accompany care. Fear of losing what I would protect cuts Deeply – a hazard when confidence wears Thin – and existence grows wearisome. But, Viewing myself through your eyes inspires My spirit; becoming the healing balm To soothe those torments of a mind mired In self-doubt: long denied solace and calm. I will never be one of God’s best men, Yet, you perceive virtues beyond my ken.

9 notes · View notes

themadsonneteer · 2 years

Text

Grief

By Bud Koenemund (Written: May 2022) Grief will never refuse a chance to sneak Up on me – quickening darkness; breeding Sorrow; tearing apart defenses weak; Leaving sanity broken and bleeding. It taints the verses of a thousand songs; Barely remembered poems can spark life; Trapping my mind amidst numberless wrong Turns – where memory waits with whetted knife. This monster aims not to kill, but open Wounds thought healed by time; renewing my pain. Misery, faded – almost forgotten – Returns, overwhelming what peace I’ve gained. Someday, one hopes, suffering may convert; For now, there are no days it doesn’t hurt.

19 notes · View notes

themadsonneteer · 2 years

Text

Pain

By Bud Koenemund (Written: April 2022) For T. There is no pain like love unrequited – Suffering which follows passion denied – Save torment found in longing unvoic’d; An anguish the heart endures in silence. Indeed, these agonies hurt equally; Each torturing body, spirit, and soul; Impossible for mortal man to quell Before that day when fate’s final bell tolls. ‘Tis no secret this emotion is fraught With danger – a leap leaving all exposed In hopes another will share the same thought: Becoming one from two; by love enclosed. No solace inhabits a mind abused; Tell her, or do not – I can only lose.

8 notes · View notes

themadsonneteer · 2 years

Text

Touch

By Bud Koenemund (Written: April 2022) For T. The electricity of fingertips Brushing ‘gainst my back creates a maelstrom In the mind. Rationality is stripped Away while intellect sputters – struck dumb. What words can I use to describe your touch; When every attempt, it seems, falls short; Leaving language languishing as I clutch At rhythm and rhymes? I give praise to court Thy favor, but remain ever aware Your hand is forbidden to mine; a fact My brain accepts – though it flays the heart bare, And sanity spirals in cataract. This verse can make no claim to innocence; Nor should be damned as mere concupiscence.

25 notes · View notes