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01-12-2008, 08:22 PM
I will be posting my writing here for you all to read and enjoy, but i am also posting in order to get some constructive criticism, suggestions, critiques. so sit back relax and enjoy!
Dream Rhapsody
You had a dream of living in a pristine world
where you would walk in streams of light,
sip cordials, and make love in shuttered alcoves.
The way had tangled bits, twigs and stones
on the path of a tomorrow you had dipped in honey
and the sacraments; of wishes born of desperation
and a dread of being ordinary.
Are your tokens worthless then;
what sacrifice did you not make to Truth
when you bartered everything
for sun and the glory you saw shining in the dream?
Reflected by her eyes, you decreed no bounty
high enough to halt the brazen notion –
and when she left, you placed silver dollars
on her photograph to rhapsodize the echo
of your shattered world.
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01-12-2008, 09:59 PM
The Long Night
Shaken, by assaults that pummel and slay
the night is restless, and can not sleep.
Strands of her wet hair slice into the pillow,
black razors of sorrow, suicidal farewells,
plaintive brokenness, leaping and dancing;
until the unruly ballet is everywhere.
Her eyes weep upon a sullen earth,
dark and fearsome, yearning for sleep,
she passes time making love to tomorrow;
and scrapes the mountains with her fingernails,
her breath is moist upon the forest, her fever burns
just beneath the worried surface of the sea;
her moonlight has intoxicated the prisoners.
It doesn't take so much to shake the night,
a look will do, it rubs the wound --
and suddenly her pulse descends
in a warm rivulet of tremors joining and parting,
like rain on a window, or tears on a cheek;
but to give her rest, and graceful wings on which to
glide
amid the whispering heavens,
above the flustered trees, astride the tattletale
breeze,
who on earth can do that?
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01-12-2008, 10:01 PM
Shattered
There is nothing more in this life, for me
I've seen heaven and hell on earth, in man
Some would make me cry, just to see their kindness
fewer still, would pay attention to a broken man.
My heart was on the mend, as was my soul
When my life was touched by love
and suddenly, I was whole, and my life complete
with the love in my heart, and her eyes
Kindness can be shown, through actions
charity is never easy, for one with nothing
love my heart had, and love is always free
words only a poor shade of feeling.
An ache, in the canyon of my soul
Reminiscent, tantelizing memory,
discovery anew of floating feelings,
newer, older, and stronger than dreams.
Knowledge, secure and serene
her eyes, the resting place for my soul
without them unable to rest
or even glimpse the fullness of life.
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01-12-2008, 10:03 PM
A Night Like Any Other
The brittle leaves of winter rattle off geometries
I neither understand nor wish to, mesmerized
by the hand that stirs the breeze to ebb and flow
each moment fully memorized and written down
in words no mind will ever know other than by living
as fully as the ocean whose surface takes the sheen
of moonlight flowing from a somber dream
whose silences are molten shadowed currents
flowing toward the past's unruly gleams
and we are only here by sudden circumstance
but never long remain. If I could hold you and whisper
all the thoughts I hear on this fair night I would,
and I would strain until the faintest shimmer faded
like the sun setting of youth, whose promises also faded
and whose prophecies still echo here among the leaves
and we are holding this, touched by this, and never
again the same by this, for the ocean yawns and
swallows raindrops by the thousands, and you and I
sever our hearts with painful visions, until the first light
sings in a golden thread and once again, the night is gone.
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01-12-2008, 10:07 PM
Dreams
Our lives don't span from where we met
To here, and yet, the filling of our days
And all the sudden rooms whose entrance
Enters us, still scent us with fragrances
Familiar and again we try to find
Each other here, alone, together.
I see you, petulant and smiling, while sunlight
Plays in scattered ways in leafy trees
And on the ground, and in your hair,
And gentle are the sounds that barely heard
Still wander there, like footprints in a memory.
I touch your face and in that touch
Vast skies of wet transparency
Arrange their threads in tapestries to sing a song
And we've become the words they sing,
When the sunset kisses the sea.
From here to there the span is night,
When the substance of our dreams take flight --
Birds with broken wings have found the way
To cross our span to yesterday.
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01-12-2008, 10:10 PM
Heartbeats
Heartsbeat not in unison
asynchronous poundings with but one goal
To hammer harmoniously
beating out a lustful lullabye of love.
Two vibant bodies
throbbing pulsating
gliding toward one another effortlessly
succumbing to a power unknown.
Unexplored depths of fathomless feelings
made more forbidden by society's censors
Allowing none of lust's luminosity
to light the way
to the essence of our existence.
One kiss, tonguetips dancing, darting
seeking to penetrate each other's
outer shields
That special touch
fingertips skimming over each other's
soft silken flesh
Setting the air afire with their sexuality.
Two beings of unadulterated energy
Feeding each other's primal instincts
Wanting nothing but to satisfy
their mutual desire.
Heartsbeat in harmony but for a very special few
And then, for moments only,
can those two beings
join as one,
leaving, within each other for all time,
a glowing ember of remembrance.
A memento of two minds, reacting as one,
attempting to bare life's driving force
to free it
So that others may too know its sweet warmth.
Heartsbeat not in unison for most people
Asynchronous poundings with but one goal
And with that goal having been met
in those chosen few
Life's lustful lullabye continues for the masses
A staccato beat,
sometimes, if ever at all, nearing harmony
but never encountering life's secret warmth
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01-12-2008, 10:12 PM
Liberation
bottles of tylenol and tequila sit next to your bed
and you'll take them
wishing you were dead. or just for a good story to tell
later when you've come back from hell,
your so liberated...
Everyones fault but yours
your just the victim,
just lifes whore.
your fighting and losing
you're the enemy.
in your own war.
you're so liberated.
you speak to me and your words float through me
because they mean nothing at all.
to you they are the world.
such a pathetic life
wrapped up in things around you that don't care
but you scream for their attention because without them your so scared.
Ideals you borrowed flow non emphatically out of your mouth
you're so free
you're so liberated,
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01-12-2008, 10:13 PM
Loved as I Love
So much to want. So much I need,
being young, many things I can't have.
One of which, an end to loneliness.
A woman, a girl, "chick" could fill my void
of need, for the ecstasy of a love returned.
She walks past me, my heart fairly soars,
Such beauty, of body and mind
Knowing it can't be mine hurts,
I often gaze upon her, yearning.
Luck was with me, we talked, once
lost in her nearness, all else faded
It seemed as though she liked me
Alas, she talks to everyone.
I wasn't special, just a brief space in time
But for a moment, I was loved as I love.
To me this is true, but to her
No one can know, but she.
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01-12-2008, 10:14 PM
The silent majority
I implore...and they jeer at me.
Inane. Foolish. Naive.
Mocking stares build a playpen
while their wooden laughter cages me
Into childlike anonymity.
I inform...and they point at me.
Different. Conspiring. Dangerous.
Piercing glares build a jailer's den
while their iron accusations bar me
Into sullen hostility.
So, in frustrated confusion
I surrender to conformity,
abducted by Apathy's welcoming arms
and carried amidst the silent majority.
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01-12-2008, 10:14 PM
Romantic
This is the transition this is the revolution.
Like gypsies, rare and mysterious
bejeweled and yet bound to the earth
they walk rich with precious gems
but aren't slaves to the shackles of worth.
We stand at a pass of life and eternity
one hand in coins, the other thrust in dirt
screaming at the gods to beat us down
at the same time praying to withstand the hurt.
And will we transcend the golden age
or fall victim to the mortal bell
can burnt lips kiss the gates of heaven
or are we damned to the depths of hell.
In this time the question comes
a decision must be made
one hand in coins, the other in dirt
how will the reaper be paid.
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01-12-2008, 10:16 PM
The Barefoot Girl
Her arms stretch wide, wider than the world
she understands so completely, understands
with eyes that see the play of love on a flower
delicate and gentle, lips that frame her fervent
laughter in dialog with the wind, oh how well
she knows each taste and touch of the world.
With ease she moves amid the day, among its
courtyards and porticoes, with a dancer's grace
she plays the minuets of shadowed birdsong,
and her voice awakens winter's thirst
her voice like ocean waves that trill and whisper.
How the earth reflects its joy within her eyes,
and with each touch of April makes more promises
that she forgets by May, forgiving every mistake
every thorn with a kiss, forgiving with her
childish bliss, forever dancing in that sunlight way,
my barefoot girl.
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