poetry

Random poetry, not good per se but some interesting imagery for me.

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‎Sunday, ‎February ‎03, ‎2013 8:40:00 PM
“tell us a story about her” they say
she wrote poetry under a tin roof in the rain
words are the raindrops, splashes into puddles of pain
the emotions we feel some times leave a stain
she wrote poetry to make the silence go away

some times the cure is worse than the disease
she tried so hard but in the end she could not please …
the people who stare in through the windows, they would not leave
from sun up to sun down, another day down the drain she could not retrieve
she wrote poetry to make the world go away

ask yourself about voices that you hear
do they tell you something or are they just your fear?
in the stillness of the evening when all you have are tears
do you remember her eyes as they watched you grow all these years
she wrote poetry to make the heartache go away

“tell us about her” they say
the cuts she mended with rags and kisses
words heal the hurt from the things that she misses
the blood… Continue reading

My sparrow, you are not here,
Waiting like a fern, making a spiney shadow.
The sides of wet stones cannot console me,
Nor the moss, wound with the last light

from Elegy for Jane by Theodore Roethke

Tuesday, ‎June ‎14, ‎2011 9:21:22 PM

blue covered breaths in the stillness, no sounds
all that keeps me from feeling as if i’ve died – gone to Heaven
is the gentle pressure of your fingers, barely tracing
the lines that make my body separate from yours
else we’d never know having become one in a tangle
a new machine incapable of stopping, perpetually advancing
moving at a steady pace toward the ecstasy of forever
all the blueness that illuminates the entire world surrounding
drowning inside a room of inescapable unity with you
your flesh like warm water swallows my arms and legs
upside down and turned away from the isolating outside
we are eternal in this one endless place – blue as the cool sky
calm as the deep grass underneath our form, our smoothness
will you renew yourself with me, baptise ourselves inside joy
can we exist outside the binds of expectation in endless
quiet perception of us as a single being in slow motion‎

Tuesday, ‎June ‎14, ‎2011 9:33:16 PM

‎Tuesday, ‎June ‎14, ‎2011 9:21:22 PM

blue covered breaths in the stillness, no sounds
all that keeps me from feeling as if i’ve died – gone to Heaven
is the gentle pressure of your fingers, barely tracing
the lines that make my body separate from yours
else we’d never know having become one in a tangle
a new machine incapable of stopping, perpetually advancing
moving at a steady pace toward the ecstasy of forever
all the blueness that illuminates the entire world surrounding
drowning inside a room of inescapable unity with you
your flesh like warm water swallows my arms and legs
upside down and turned away from the isolating outside
we are eternal in this one endless place – blue as the cool sky
calm as the deep grass underneath our form, our smoothness
will you renew yourself with me, baptise ourselves inside joy
can we exist outside the binds of expectation in endless
quiet perception of us as a single being in slow motion‎

Tuesday, ‎June ‎14, ‎2011 9:33:16 PM

Thank you, “Frank” for playing this word game with me. *wink*

10:20 PM 4/12/2011

kneeling before this altar of flesh – dressed in the finery of fingers
draped over each section of silken, luxurious skin
my breathing in slow motion – inhaling velvety hairs
a mouth opens to confess – lips dripping communion wine
bitter blood – tainted with sin & seduction
into each soft fold – cascading over the roundness of a breast
the hollow of a navel

this bodily temple of desire
I will not renounce the religion of your body
your soft golden gaze
enchanted by the rhythmic thrumming of your tiny moans
escaping as prayers from the lips of the damned
into the air, small souls rising to Heaven
turned away like ash falling to the Earth
surrendering to the damnation of my lust

10:32 PM 4/12/2011

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