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Serious, or non-serious, bring it in!
Roses are red, violets are blue
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But what \"real\"
poetry do you like?I remember these poet lines, it goes like this.
Once I wrote her name in the sand
But came the waves and washed it awayFor some silly reason these lines (don’t know if I wrote them down properly) pop up in my mind sometimes.
Also these lines I like:
Hebban olla vogala nestas hagunnan
Hinase hic enda thu(This is Middle Age Dutch, it means \"All birds have started making nests, except you and me\". Sweet!
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Since Arthur wants to see real poetry, here is a line from AfanasI Fet, a Russian poet. I think its a pretty poem- nice imagery.
excerpt from \"By life tormented, and by cunning hope…\"
And all that rushes through the abyss of ether,
And every ray, embodied or ethereal,-
Is but your reflection, O universal sun,
It is but a dream, but a fleeting dream. -
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Poetry usually doesn’t do anything for me. I much prefer lyrics – the music adds more elements to it.
And frankly, some lyrics are just better than poetry.
I mean, Sunny Day Real Estate’s song ‘Grendel’. It’s essentially a couplet in the written form (there are only two lines in the booklet
) And it doesn’t rhyme, but it actually says so much.\"The rain was there to wash away my tears
I wanted to be them but instead I destroyed myself\"It’s really obvious… but says so much. It’s so powerful. And the song just adds to it too!
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I know what you mean, eg :
\"b***hes love me cause they know that I can rock
b***hes love me cause they know that I can rhyme
b***hes love me cause they know that I can f**k
b***hes love me cause they know that I’m on time
throughout the projects
done – done – this is how it should be done
this is how it should be done
with style style style….done.
pow – muthaf***a – pow
b***hes love me
love me love me love me love me
b***hes love me
b***hes love me cause they know that I can rock
done – done – this is how it should be done
this is how it should be done
with style style style….done.\"\"B***hes\" by Mindless Self Indulgence
*sniffle* brings a tear to the eye
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This is my favorite poem translated to English.
Stop, shadow of my evading goodness
image of the charm I want the most,
beautiful illusion I willingly die for,
sweet fiction I disgracefully live for.If to the magnet of your grace, attractive,
my chest serves as obedient steel,
why do you enamor me then, flatterer,
if you’ll mock me later fugitive?But you can’t brag, satisfied,
that your tyranny triumphs in me:
as even if you dismiss the narrow bondthat your fantastic form encircled,
little it matters to ignore arms and chest
if my fantasy serves you as prison. -
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Written on behalf of the girls (you silly sausages):
Oh dear Billy
Show us your willy
The weather’s quite chilly
Oh come on, you sillyYour willy
Your willy
Show us your willyShow us your willy
Oh come on, you silly
Willy-nilly, break out that willyWarm us on up
On these cold Winter days
Where the Sun is hiding
Not showing raysOh Billy oh Billy
Where art thou that willy?Don’t be so silly
Break out that willy!
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black hole, my heart is gone
a weight upon my soul
everyday the same
taking taking
till i am all gone
i can’t stand it anymore
no way out
none at all
the walls are closing in
i feel them pressing
i push
but nothing happens
i get smaller
everyday the same
i may have nothing left
you take it all
and give nothing back
i feel as if i can’t breathe
and your hands are closing in
that grin on your face
i hate you -
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just as the heated light is silenced for the night
listen to the velvet fabric as it hits the hardwood plank
fading red pastels bleed into the lofty floor
with curtains down, the last aria was sang
the crowd exits, and now the cast bows
cheers and jeers are soon to follow
but only you can feel the silence of the end
as it begins to slither around your neck
one last breath for you and i -
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I like the poems… I couldn’t write one even if I was told it was that or getting tossed in a garbage can..lol
I think my last poem written was in 9th grade. My last story was in 3rd grade and that story was a reflection of my feelings about my parents divorce…what a great book for a 3rd grader to write about
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We stood beneath
The shadows danced as we held hands
So beautiful, eternally locked in warm embrace
To this day, I cry to remember the face
But with such beauty
Comes so much pain
Pain no doctors can supress
Pain no one has ever felt
Pain like no other has seen before
And the pain, it glows back at me
And drives the bones into the dirt
Over again, I rise to see
The cold moonlight that clouds beauty -
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I think manilla creates cool poetry. It inspired me to search for my little poetry book that I made in 1991, with several poets I wrote in the period 1982 – 1989. (Yes, that many years ago
). They are in Dutch, but I will try giving them a proper English translation.Just a few examples:
Verzet
steeds
uitglijdend
in een cyclus
van slapeloze tijden
is er soms
die verleiding
mijzelf
stil te zetten
om
voortaan
willoos
verder
te
gaanResistance
all the time
slipping
in a cycle of sleepless times
there is sometimes
that temptation
to stop
myself
and
continue
numb
and
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This is one that I’m kinda proud of. It are 4 poets belonging together.
like water
healing is your voice
I drink
from your hands a drip
many colors stinge me
they pain me like water
and your eyes are deep
troubled like my thoughtsdrunk I am
drownedlike fire
hot is your eye
I swallow
from your hair a scent
many colors steal me
they pain me like fire
and your teases don’t fail
troubled like my thoughtsone thousand degrees I am
burnedlike ice
cold is your memory
I bite
from your heart a piece
many colors caress me
they pain me like ice
and your moves are in vain
troubled like my thoughtsice ice cold I am
frozenlike wood
sealed is your body
I caress
from your head a hatred
many colors strengthen me
they pain me like wood
and thin are your whispers
troubled like my thoughtsI bend, I bend
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Last one. More coming, promise, I kinda like to re-read that old poetry I wrote, makes me smile!
Lego girl
oh I wish I had
4 arms
to wrap around you
4 hands
to caress you intense
4 ears
to hear every of your whisper
2 noses
for the wild scent of your hair
2 mouths
well, you know why…oh I wish I was twice
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Thanks Marcella.
Here’s another one.
Am I right
Or am I wrong
If I say that you think of me
Of someone that you cannot love
Yes you, with your beautiful profile
Is the world too small for us?
Hell, turn around and run
There are many others waiting for youAm I right
Or am I wrong
If I say that you don’t feel sorry
That I send you away in an empty world
You will not cry any tear
For me, it’s clear
Turn around and go away
There are many others longing for youAm I right
Or am I wrong
If I say: you only went cold
When I bored you with my feelings
Damned, I was so wrong
You, who were once my friend & lover
Turn around, and run fast bitch
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Some people found this one quite \"annoying\" back in the days…
Dreamlove
you dreamed about me
I noticed
and I fight your lonely love
you tried to withstand me
but magical,
almost unnoticed,
and like a king I conquered
your thoughtsmy hands float around you
I opened your falcon body
you tried to stop me
but I entered you
stubborn & strong
barehanded, nakedlove us
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In Dutch originally, all of them. That last one for example is like this in Dutch:
Droomliefde
je hebt mij gedroomd
ik zag het
ik overwon je eenzame liefde
je probeerde me uit te houden
maar magisch
onzichtbaar en
onaantastbaar overmeesterde ik
je gedachtenmijn handen zweven over je
lichaamsopeningen als valkuilen
je probeert me tegen te houden
maar stijfkoppig
dring ik bij je binnen
met blote handenheb ons lief
To be honest, it’s must stronger in Dutch, but that’s only visible for the Dutchies I’m afraid.
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I don’t know what is gibberish…
But what I mean is, there are several deeper layers in the poem that go haywire when being translated to English.
This part for example
\"mijn handen zweven over je
lichaamsopeningen als valkuilen\"would be litteraly
\"my hands float over your
body doors like falcon-owls\"which is nicely translated (see them fly, the falcons over the (dead?) body?), but \"valkuilen\" also means \"traps\", like the body has traps where my hands shouldn’t go in… Anyway, hard to explain, I hope I did my best, and made it a joyful experience anyway for you to read.
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hehe, yes you did a better job translating.
oh, and \"gibberish\" is basically just a bunch of words that you don’t understand, derive no meaning from because you don’t know the language or whatever, makes no sense, etc…
i don’t know anything really for the most part when it comes to germanic languages, so it looks a bit different to me.
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I’m still trying to decipher Manilla’s latest prose.
Arthur, yours are interesting–such a different style than a lot of poetry. I can completely understand why translating doesn’t quite work. That’s always an issue when switching languages.
The only \"poems\" I right are silly notes to people, very Seuss-esque. I used to write a lot, but more just journal-style. Did it almost every day for years. Stopped abruptly about half-way through college. It’s funny though, I still have my journals from when I was in about 7th grade on. Cracks me up to go back and read about what I perceived as important at those times.
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I wish I would have saved my poems..they went to the trash a long time ago..I deemed them as irrelevant at the time, now I wish I could see them-
Arthur you are a poem writing machine..holy that was a lot, but they are very good poems!
I like the way they look in Dutch..it’s different to see through my eyes
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Do se do
Round and round we go
In my arms, you are so heavy
I close my eyes and pull you close
To feel your breath, we share one pulse
The time comes to pass you to another
From this one to the other
One two three four
Now promenade
In his arms you are content
Within his arms, he can protect
Alone, without my partner
I swirl down to the grass
Palms up and grasping
The square dance taps in uniform
Joyously exiting the barn door
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Mine tend to be ‘odd,’ as I write them very quickly to motivate ‘other’ writing I’m doing; or they’re often for other people.
For fear of scaring everybody, here’s my contributions:
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Yet again, I find myself in sin
Dark reflections contained within
The mirror shining too dim
Holding revelations of absolute
Parades it’s proud negatives
Removing the spectrum of light
Within the vastness of this anvil
The grey persists
Consuming
Oneness is not within
Harmony is afar
Throw the sandstone to the quartz
Shatter it away
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i feel sad, and thanks.
do you ever feel like
your world is ending
but it is neverending
the time it takes for it to
implode
explode
disinigrate
be nothingness
forever it seems
long long nights of decay and madness
longing for the end
but knowing it is far off
longing for the darkness
but knowing it is far off
and everyday is just the same
a trudge through the mud of life
shaking off the brambles that tear at your skin
hoping beyond hope
that today
today
the light will shine on you
and the nothingness is taken away
and it is replaced by love
love pure white love
a bright shining star of hope in all hearts -
lost in a sea of sadness
looking back i wonder how i got here
on a boat of no return
the waves crash against me
i feel nothing but cold
i wish for the light of the sun
it never touches my skin
eternal night shining in my eyes
cold
silent
neverending[/quote:3mjed0fg]I really like this one.Sad but Good one Bullet.
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Since we’re talking about sad poems…this isn’t exactly a poem, more like…I have no idea o_o.
Butterflies tap my windowpane
Their crystal wings shimmering with light
My eyes, half closed, I sway with the sound
Of the cherished scene, purposely bright.
The walls that trap me shiver
Like autumn leaves ready to fall
That small sight of bliss closes, withers
As darkness encloses me with a final swap.
As blind as true love, is such beauty within
Impossible to notice unless once slaughtered
As once pure, as gelid, like the breast of a dove
After the sin commited leaves its crimson matter.
Seconds and hours loose all of their charm
My insides don’t long for just every-day time
One always wants what one should never have
The forbidden is sweet, but freedom it lacks.
And what is such word, nowadays, for myself?
The meaning is buried under covers of shame
Yet through such glorious shards, glitters calling me outside
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she once shouted my name
across the echoing vistas
she once cried the same
over the distance
she once pulled
the water to the side
she once breathed
exhale, a sigh
she once gazed, into a mirror
she once gazed, seeing clearer
she once saw, the beauty inside
she once saw, the love in his eyes
she once heard, her voice bounce back
she once heard, the echo attack
she once heard, a cold distant grin
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You are like a statue at heaven gate
And me just a sculpture waiting for your love, radiance and divinity to fill in
I have faith in you
Thinking that you are the sweetest thing
Thinking non other than you
Waiting to see an angel like you is a penance
Each and everyday seems to be million years away
I yearn to meet you
And my heart will be sleepless till that dayP/s: It’s a bit disorganized…tsss
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I am a queen in your eyes, in your hands.
King you are to me, my friend, my lover.
We are two sides of the same coin,
One and the same, yet never touching.
Our kingdom is an elusive heaven.
Appearing and disappearing, as the tides of a mirage.
How quickly it vanishes, when you go into hiding.
I yearn for your touch from afar.
You disappear from my life,
Leaving me adrift in a sea of emotions.
Tides pull me one direction,
Winds push me in another.
You will reappear on the horizon,
My body burns as I try to reach you
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Children In Time
a village close to the beach
the sky is grey
and the wind is hard
when we start our journeyI look around us
a drip on my nose
falls a circle in the wateralmost careless
have the dunes
been thrown around in the salty waterI miss the seals
are they scared
of our group?I wonder
behind us
the imprints
of wet footstepsand in front of us
the unknown
that we will explorethe other side, of the sea
a strange feeling
forceful, so beautiful,
makes me stand stillI feel
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Seen on the latest car show:
the new Honda Harakiri
it refuses to hit the gas
in a dirty environmentthe Renault Question
it asks every 10 minutes
\"why didn’t you take public transport?\"
then it starts announcing
all bus timetables
and the next trainstationsfinally, from Russia:
the Lada Applestroika
it takes fruit juice
for gas(OK, maybe not a real poem, but hey, I wrote this when I was 15-16 years old
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Last one, i liked this one very much when I wrote this. Still makes me smile a little.
I want to write a little
some poetry or something
nothing special
just some words
but I seem to fail
my pen is against me
but what do I say:
I’m already at line eight!
OK, let me write a little
some poetry or something
nothing heavy
but something that makes you smile
I’m afraid I’m going nowhere
my fantasy has gone
but hey, look at this:
I’m already here, just like that!
so, I wrote a little after all
some poetry or something
but it has to end somewhere too
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the leaves’ color is no more
ascended to their nest
one on top of the other
an infinite strata of deathpast times awake, during the day
they caught all rays of light
to hang and curl oh so gently
and sleep silent during the nightforever reaching out so far
atop the forest heights
battling rain and foragers
the endless army would fightuntil that day the wind blew cold
and someone gave the nod
to wither up and fly away
break off and join the sodtogether again, all on the ground
as a withering blanket of cover
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manilla, i LOVE that poem! my favorite are nature poems, this one is beautiful! great imagery
i only have one little question… the word ascended, did you mean descended? like the leaves fall to their nest on the ground?[/quote:19bi5t4a]
no, i meant ascended, even though falling. like going go heaven. leave heaven!
leaven?
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thanks blue, rose, and reggae.
arthur’s cool as always, reggae, keep writing, you’ll get there. it’s amazing how going through a real crappy period in your life elicits poetry.[/quote:1jpr2lwc]
you know what’s weird..I never write poetry and have no idea why on earth I even attempted, but even my horoscope said something about writing poetry, which through me off…I feel like my mind is being spyed upon lately..LOL -
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As sun sets,moon arises
setting sail from confusion
Is this all?
So far to travel
destination unknown
an illusion, what is real?
searching the souls
seeking wisdom
listening to the heart
reaching for something
not all can see
knowing very well it’s for you and me
leaving the restraints this world has
love is there
as it always has
let it lead
soon all will see -
For Loves Sake
A piece of me pushed under
Where did she go?
Where did she hide?
I’m on my way
to give peace within
I give my all
It’s who I am
truth be told
Go for love
Go for allFeel life everyday
no matter, no more
selfish desire
close that door
Awaken the mind
Open your heart
it can not burn anymore
Go for love
Go for all
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Fall to Winter, Day to Night
Life and liveliness of summer wane,
The colors and excitement fade.
I echo back, theme music slowing,
Allegro to adagio.Daylight diminishes,
The dark of night is augmented.
My life mimics,
Each minute calmer.Leaves fall and grass browns,
Preparing for the depth of winter.
I mirror, settling into my own warmth,
Strong and comforting.Fall leaves, winter arrives.
Interpreted death is truly life.
I copy, giving into the night,
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I wrote this in college, about starting to drink and smoke: If only I listened to myself.
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I’m walking down this carnival highway. You know, the empty, sticky, flashy, jet-engine aisle…the dirty path traveled by the millions. At first, I am mute. Energy of all wavelengths passes through me, reaching me via distinguished media…vibrations, noises, headlights, flames of yellow and red, beckoning my submission. I am silent. For I have heard of the evil. The fake. The hypocrite. The sinner. Smiling with glittered teeth and eyes of molten steel, he flies to me. With clawed hands open and bat wings spread. I am offered to taste his nectar. The life juice of darkness. And as the quiet moon pulsates onto my head, I take my virgin sip of nothingness. It goes down like a snake crawling into my stomach, it’s body opening and slithering and becoming one with my soul. And now, removal of the beast would surely mean death…for it is a part of me. It is me. And I look behind to see where to go and the heat blasts burn my eyes. The silver lenses see far above, but the blackness comes rushing down. Down, down, down. Crushing and extinguishing the sought after and needed, until the horizontals dominate. A vacuum begins from inside and when I look forward, my snake is just leaving. On to pursue another being. To eat what is his and control what was once mine.
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Distractions
preying on innocence
subliminal illusion
easily swayed
mind Controlled, cells siphoned
Feeling of emptiness
loneliness, bittersweet
becoming fear
dark and empty
bottomless pit
stay here
as long as you like
there’s always morethis way, points the sign
turn right
come along
close your eyes
breathe deep within
it won’t take long
a glimmer of light
leave the illusion behind
tranquil life
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whereever have we gone
whoever shall decide
whenever it is time
until we are then, bide timehands move with hasty pace
hovering the turquoise face
into the silent unknown
for ever, our soulsnow and again
i think of then
what is was to me
all the possiblitiesasleep now but awake
cannot stop the earthquake
apart the rift drags along
singing one last tearful song -
point the pistol to thy head
pull the trigger filled with lead
blood spills upon the floor
the smoke empties the chamber doorand in the empty room
a new soul hovers with doom
destined to die upon this earth
one last breath, a dying cursetwo shells, side by side
one from a gun
the other, suicidepost humous, now obsolete
the end of it all becomes complete -
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where are yours?
[/quote:3h056020]i don’t write poems. never have for the most part unless i was forced to in school.
sometimes when i write papers for classes they have a bit of a poetic quality if i feel like throwing in some niftier language. other than that though i’m not really a poem writer, although i’m taking lit in college too. -
never to see inside the door
hovers my body, upon the floor
sunlight bounces into my eyes
a radiant beam from deep insidei push up, to capture a view
the keyhole shines through and through
rocking gently, back and forth
happiness is now back in storeone wanders through the musky room
touching all that defines the you(th)
wonderment is within her eyes
delight comes with each surprisepush away, to rise again
to the knees, i confess my sin
creaking wood beneath the feet
to sound alarms down beneathi walk away up to the stairs
and grab the handrail of our years
decending to the lowest level
as the hinges begin to echojoyous laughs and tearful cries
bounce about into the sky
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my love
my life
removed once
removed twice
again i hear your silent voice
again inside i melt without a choice
i long so much for your embrace
i want so much for our days
but now i want your cool smile
just to know all is worthwhile
and tonight you gave unto me
the pureness i forever seek
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here’s another acrostic poem, told you i have fun with them
Curiosity
Could it be?
Underneath or beyond
Roads never seen must lead somewhere
Inside packages
Oh so pretty
Something lurks
Is the question where or what?
Temptation to go or to open
You know you feel it too[/quote:2qirchx0]I like the "Roads never seen must lead somewhere".
I gotta ask. What is acrostic?
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She gazes upon my eyes
Her hair combed aside
The tiny body
Warm to the touch
Just a tiny sip
Turns my heart to dustThe one true love
This heart has ever known
The one true love
Will never leave this home
She’s my little baby
She’s my little angelIf she had wings
She’d fly far above
Into cold nights
To bring the light
To see what she could see
To be what she could beShe runs across to grab my legs
And grounds me for all days
Her little smile
Her cute laughs
Are enough to thank
A man’s dark pastYes, she’s my angel
Born without wings
Serving a lifeforce
Yet to be seen
She’s close to the ground
Angels never fly this lowConstantly
She gives to me
Tears of joy
She never sees
She is my world
She is my cause
Forever I want
To embrace those armsShe is simply
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From the Carmina Burana
veni, domicella
o virgines
de corde totaliter
et ex mente tota
sum presentialiter
absens in remotapulchra tibi facies
oculurum acies
capillorum series
o quam clara species!rosa rubicundior
lilio candidior
omnibus formosior
iam amore virginali
totus ardeoad iugum tamen suave transeo
semper in te glorior!and wow, this one…
estuans interius
ira vehementi
in amaritudine
loquor mee menti:
factus de materia,
cinis elementi
similis sum folio,
de quo ludunt venticum sit enim proprium
viro sapienti
supra petram ponere
sedem fundamenti,
stultus ego comparor
fluvio labenti,
sub eodem tramite
nunquam permanenti.feror ego veluti
sine nauta navis,
ut per vias aeris
vaga fertur avis;
non me tenent vincula,
non me tenet clavis,
quero mihi similes
et adiungor pravis.mihi cordis gravitas
res videtur gravis;
iocis est amabilis
dulciorque favis;
quicquid Venus imperat,
labor est suavis,
que nunquam in cordibus
habitat ignavis.via lata gradior
more iuventutis
inplicor et vitiis
immemor virtutis,
voluptatis avidus
magis quam salutis,
mortuus in anima
curam gero cutis.OK, translations to follow…
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Translations of the Carmina Burana.
Firstly, the first one was a little creative redo of some texts I like from the Carmina Burana. The second one is a full original text. This is so… Arthur.
sweetheart, be mine
o beautiful girl
in my times and in my song
I carry you on my hands
and my heart will not leave you
where-ever I may roamyou got the most beautiful face
your eyes full of light
hair like no-one has
and a body where everything sparkles from life!every rose shrinks in your presence
every lily turns grey
you most beautiful of all
in the inside of my thighs
a fire starts to burnI will do everything what love commands
to you I belong, to you alone!And the second poet goes like this:
burning inside
with violent anger
bitterly
I speak to my heart
created from matter
of the ashes of the elements
I am like a leaf
played with by the windsif it is the way
of the wise man
to build
foundations on stone
then I am a fool like
a flowing stream
which in its course
never changesI am carried along
like a ship without a steersman
and in the paths of the air
like a light hovering bird
chains cannot hold me
keys cannot imprison me
I look for people like me
and join the wretchesthe heaviness of my heart
seems like a burden to me
it is pleasant to joke
and sweeter than honeycomb
whatever Venus commands
is a sweet duty
she never dwells
in a lazy heartI travel the broad path
as is the way of youth
I give myself to vice
unmindful of virtue
I am eager for the pleasures of the flesh
more than for salvation
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Exhales her warm sigh into the cold night
And rears back, impatiently waiting
For two to join her in the back of the train
Together once more, never againHe grabs the reins and gives a silent pull
She sets on foot, ready to go
A cool wind blows across her nape
Sending gossamer hair flowing through spaceSo proud to lead the two on their journey
Not knowing any of their story
But lead she did, just the same
And became the horse with no nameTo bring the pair into the night
Where two must decide flee or fight
The black chariot rolls up to a stop
No more horses clop, clop, clopOne turns and bows, a decision made
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You said goodbye
Long before I heard your words
You said so long
Long before I knew it was wrong
You said no more
Long before
You said hello
When you meant you must go
You said I love you
Your voice misconstued
You said I’m going my way
Long before our way
You said it’s done
Long before I knew what was to come
You said it’s over
Long before you were sober
You said thanks
Long before any angst
You said hello
To dull the pace
You said let go
And now it is soYou said goodbye
You said goodbye
You said goodbye
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faded tulips
brown and discolored
on an empty table
full of rotten sunlight
burn stained wood
the faint smell of smokeused clothes
a dark trench coat
broken hangers on the floor
hands touching the merchandise
the faint smell of deathan empty pine
side of the road
all green aside
brittle and dry
with snow and coldsomething passionate was once here
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Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone,
And I never see my old friend’s face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell,
And he rang mine.
You see, we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
\"Tomorrow\", I say, \"I will call on him.\"
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away.
I get a phone call–\"He’s giving up on friends\",
And that’s what we get and deserve in the end,
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Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone,
And I never see my old friend’s face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell,
And he rang mine.
You see, we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow", I say, "I will call on him."
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away.
I get a phone call–"He’s giving up on friends",
And that’s what we get and deserve in the end,
Around the corner, a vanished friend.[/quote:2u18g2o3]Thought RTC didn’t do poetry.
Anyway, very well done.
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Through this blood-red desert
I walk alone
Sand grains sift
Through thy toes
On this journey
I’ve never been
On this journey
It never ends
My toes and feet
Begin to heat
Reaction to
The sunlight’s beat
Forward for now
And backward never
I see a mirage
Revealed, a mirror
Reflections I’ve already seen
Reflections I can’t see between
Reflections that burn thy soul
Reflections that cannot be real
Eolian flocks upon my chest
Eolian sand I begin to digest
Despite all the questions
I keep going
To spite all corrections
One step more
The grainy silence
Grinds my voice
And into the lake
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Not mine, but these lyrics remind me of something I’d write:
Nirvana – Sappy
And if you save yourself
You will make him happy
He’ll keep you in a jar
And you’ll think you’re happy
He’ll give you breathing holes
Then you’ll think you’re happy
He’ll cover you with grass
And you’ll think you’re happy
NowYou’re in a laundry room,
You’re in a laundry room
Conclusion came to you, ohAnd if you cut yourself
You will think you’re happy
He’ll keep you in a jar
Then you’ll make him happy
He’ll give you breathing holes
Then you’ll think you’re happy
He’ll cover you with grass
Then you’ll think you’re happy
NowYou’re in a laundry room,
You’re in a laundry room
Conclusion came, oh (x2)And if you fool yourself
You will make him happy
He’ll keep you in a jar
And you’ll think you’re happy
He’ll give you breathing holes
Then you will seem happy
You’ll wallow in your shit
Then you’ll think you’re happy
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Fluently always these words dance
Like phantom fingers snip and snapSmashed and re-built as I write
They slide like razors slish and slashIntriguing, useless, inane, or smart
A reckless flatter; a rat-a-tatThese urges, these voices, my soul trespass
And crash into you, as tears once splashed…I was bored, ‘kay =/?
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You lie silent there before me
your tears they mean nothing to me
the wind howling at the window
the love you never gave
I give to you
Really dont deserve it
but now there’s nothing you can do
so sleep in your only memory of me
my dearest mother
Heres a lullaby to close your eyes goodbye
it was always you that I despised
I dont feel enough for you to cry oh well
heres a lullaby to close your eyes goodbye
goodbye
So insignificant
sleeping dormant deep inside of me
are you hiding away lost
under the sewers
maybe flying high in the clouds
perhaps you’re happy without me
so many seeds have been sown in the field
and who could sprout up so blessedly
if I had died
I would have never felt sad at all
you will not hear me say ‘m sorry
where is the light
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what was your book about? how long is it?
[/quote:3dwt1ncn]I never gave it a titel, so i guess its called Untitled.I once thought about calling it the Madman Diary.
Its about a guy who writes his diary, well its written like a diary.Anyway its about this guy totally fucked up and he really dont know it, until the end.Some murders starts to appear in the city he lives in, and he dont know who the killer is, so bla bla bla.It turns out his working with devil himself, doing hits for him coz devil cant do it by himself cos that will fuck up the whole god/devil system,so jack dreams every night about the murders he has to do, and when he wakes up, he cant remember a thing, until one day he kills his beloved girlfreind, thats were things get werid, god approach to him dressed like santa clause, i know its sounds fucked (blame jack), well god approach jack in his dream as santa clause telling him devils plan. he does it because so devil cant see him in jacks dreams ( jacks head is fucked).So basically the devil want to corrupt a bunch of human to comite those murders, the murders on god´s unknown disciples, they guard the gates, and he needs to have them removed so devil can take control bla bla bla…….So Jack is wrting all this down in his diary, a prove he is losing his mind.I know this is fucked, but its way better then the explaning i did. -
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Its not a book, it will never be a book.I wrote it all down 5 years ago in a depression i had, guess the depression inspired me to wrote down 26 pices of A4 paper and i dont really like the ending, its a continuations from where i left it, there is really no end to it atm, i call it a workprint if you can call it that.I really wanted to continue, but never had the motivation and the insperation to continue.
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how do we obtain this book? sounds like a really good read. and i like the santa claus part.[/quote:18th4fwd]
Its not a book, it will never be a book.I wrote it all down 5 years ago in a depression i had, guess the depression inspired me to wrote down 26 pices of A4 paper and i dont really like the ending, its a continuations from where i left it, there is really no end to it atm, i call it a workprint if you can call it that.I really wanted to continue, but never had the motivation and the insperation to continue.[/quote:18th4fwd]
its sounds like a cool story mayo
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there she lies
cold and dark
blue veins
blue arteries
blue pain
bluedead in this world
unborn in another
a chilling touch
faded lips
memories crushed
faded lashesstill a beauty
still unknowing
to the grave
never knowing
her full potential
her full surrenderlaying horizontal
to float away
up to the heavens
bye to yesterday
but she touched so muchhere in this life
here in her time
here in my arms
here in her spacei kiss the wounded lips
one last time
just once more
to say goodbyewith a lonely pause
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one met the other
became two
one atop the othernow again
they meet in passing
two ships in the nightbut this time
not as lovers
as water loverstwo vessels drawn together
on a perfect canvas of papyrustogether connected forever
her spirit makes it all betterthe waves crash against the shore
and always will
but we’ve anchored the storm
adjoining our will(s)so bring me again your beautiful face
and bring unto me that beautiful new place
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climbing and reaching
holding on with all that remains
clinging and fighting gravity
with all that remainsscreams horrify downward
violently pulsing in and out
a friend unknown
now lost and unbornback to the beginning?
oh no, we’ve come so far
we reach out and touch
releasing our ladders for lovewe reach out and touch
releasing our ladders for love
back to the beginning?
oh no, we’ve come so farcome so far, we have
but maybe this is my paramount
my moment of completeness
my moment of release
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this one is pretty personal, about giving up completely and just letting go…. not a sob story, just a general vibe i’ve been in lately.[/quote:2jxri30p]
Well it really makes me think about life and purpose
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i didn’t know it had a name, it just came out. i really like it too!
this one is pretty personal, about giving up completely and just letting go…. not a sob story, just a general vibe i’ve been in lately.[/quote:1nukxyon]
Well it really makes me think about life and purpose
awesome work!
are you turning into Billy[/quote:1nukxyon]lol, no i have awhile to go before that!
i was listening to his lyrics the other day on Adore, and it blows my mind where he comes up with such good lyrics. they are pretty cryptic though, i have a hard time knowing what he’s really saying in a LOT of songs.
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i think of his music as poetry though and a lot of poetry can be cryptic and can have many meanings. to me that is a mark of how deep his songs are and how amazingly talented he is when it comes to song writing. his music has so many layers, so many levels of meaning which take his music from some dumb pop/ rock song to something more transcendent. plus the instrumentals that accompany it are mind blowing too. i love the pumpkins!
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That is exactly the reason why Pumpkins are a first for me. Not only is the music great, the lyrics are just…I can’t say \"amazing\" because they’re more than that. They’re just everything I look for in the band, exactly my cup of tea.
And I’m going a bit off topic here. Here off topic a bit I’m going. There
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i think of his music as poetry though and a lot of poetry can be cryptic and can have many meanings. to me that is a mark of how deep his songs are and how amazingly talented he is when it comes to song writing. his music has so many layers, so many levels of meaning which take his music from some dumb pop/ rock song to something more transcendent. plus the instrumentals that accompany it are mind blowing too. i love the pumpkins!
[/quote:26zcefsk]well said blue !
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there is a cool poetry website called fanstory.com that i joined a while back. some of you may be interested in joining. they have contests and some even have cash prizes. it is fun.
my profile on there, if anyone wants to take a look:
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All I want to do
Is touch you
To feel your skin against mine.
Its warmth pulls me in.Touch you
To have your arms around me,
Safety all around.Touch you
To feel your whiskers against my cheek,
The distance between us no more.Touch you
Fingers intertwining,
Joining in the strength weâve found.Touch you
Teeth accidentally clicking
As we kiss the time awayTouch you
Hands through hair
Goosebumps down my bodyTouch you
Your breath is my breath,
Living in sync.Touch you
Hearts beating in rhythm,
As they are meant to.Touch you
To see you
By merely opening my eyesTouch you
Spooning in a king size bed,
Lonliness becomes unknown.Touch you
Your life joining with mine
Happiness a realityTouch you
Lips to lips
I am finally home.All I want to do, is touch you
All I want, is to touch you
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Never again to fall so hard
No one there to fill my arms
You broke me so completely
I tried picking up my pieces
And put them in my pocket
And began the road walking
Over time a pace hastened
Hoping to find love waiting
To feel, to touch
To listen, to trust
And it’s not easy to say to you
Just how much you put me through
Your touch means so much to me
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Just starting to try and get into poetry :
1. Nostalgia
A former me visited today
Face a vision of disgust
voice coloured by contempt
He was full of things to say
with judgements I knew to trust
And demanding that I repent.This ghost of a former life
his expression changed to one of shame
Sadness filling eyes, once fiery and heated
He stole the air from the room when he sighed.He cut through my veneer like a knife
he knew the secrets, and who to blame
the man before him, jaded and defeated
It was then I realised, I was glad he had died.2.Finite
Not until I fell in love,
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Alternate Version:
Never again to fall so hard
No one there to fill my arms
You broke me so completely
I tried picking up my pieces
And put them in my pocket
And began the road walking
Over time a pace hastened
Hoping to find love waiting
To feel, to touch
To listen, to trust
And it’s not easy to say to you
Just how much you put me through
Your touch means so much to me
If again baby, please
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my heart shrinks
at the thought of us
at the thought of you and i
together forever
in a strange land
a new and foreign place
so brand new
yet so distantyes, i’m scared
yes, i can’t breathe
yes, i have doubtbut i can look at you
your soul
you
you in a white dress
on a cliff with me beside you
scared to take the plunge
but with your hand in mine
falling from grace
falling from a cliff face
fallingis all i ever wanted
pull me from the waves to shore
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you are my friend
you have always stood behind me
and played beside meyou are my friend
i love you like a brother
born of the same motherwe are two as one
inseparable in spirit
your complex, i wanna hear iti’ll still be here
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What moonsongs
Do you sing your babies?
What sunshine do you bring?Who belongs
Who decides who’s crazy
Who rights wrongs where others cling?I’ll sing for you
If you want me to
I’ll give to you
And it’s a chance I’ll have to take
And it’s a chance I’ll have to breakI go along
Just because I’m lazy
I go along to be with youAnd those moonsongs
That you sing your babies
Will be the songs to see you throughI’ll hear your song
If you want me to
I’ll sing along
And it’s a chance I’ll have to take
And it’s a chance I’ll have to breakI’m in love with you
I’m in love with you
I’m in love with youI’m in love with you
So in love
I’m in love with you
With you
I’m in love with youI’m in love with you
So in love
I’m in love with you
I’m
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she is the light i have never known
she is the sun in my cloudy room
she is the one, the one for me
she is my love, for eternityshe is so beautiful
she never knows
she is so lovely
she is a summer roseshe is so wonderful
she is so tonight
she fills my world
with beams of lightshe comes to me
on a plane from nowhere
i speak to her
in tongues of wearbut she hears so clear
and listens so pure
she is for me
what makes me perseverei love you babe
with all my heart
i want you babe
right from the start
stay with me
say you will
carry me
to the top of the hill
where we plunge into
our greatest descent
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tick tick tick
tock tock tock
time is running outllamas in ferris wheels
pumas in my vein
here we are again
totally insanein time with the beat
gears grinding out of sync
how can this be?whatever, shall be
whenever, shall be
today is never
tomorrow is foreveronce upon a time
i cared to decline
in this world of never
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i do feel sorry for you
i do feel pain for you
i did say i do
i did care for you
i can’t keep going like this
i can’t keep loving like thisour love is poor and gone
your sadness makes me weak
your gifts to me make me cry
sometimes i wish i’d just diei wish i could give you a million stars
and a house on the hills
where you could age gracefully
without me and my pillssomewhere deep down you deserved better
this i know
and i’m sorry for all the fuck i’ve caused
today is now and tomorrow
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don’t stare too long
you just might see
a broken reflection
staring back at mewith the shattered and stained
never again let this be my blame
running and running out again
always time for one more sinbloody hands crippled with guilt
shaking and stirring
putting down the saving grace
clipping out the sacred facethe end is drawing near
to a fable of sleep and wear
the end again it seems
so far away it steamsboiling hot
let it bleed
down to the floor
let it bleed
down once moreremove the spirit from the soul
a trick or treat
it’s so coldnow now, let’s not hurry
now now, red and blurrydrip drip drip
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pennies and dimes
and crimes
of passion of greed
who planted the seed
is the whole world on dope
loosing all trace of hope
no one will win
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thankscontaminated words
reached my ears
confused confusion
lost soul, many years
what’s left? where’s right?
to not see
a love
no longer yours
or was it lust?
the one who asked
for my love
has no end
a continuation
of loves past
it’s yours
no conditions
take it
I’m yours
my love is only for you
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language came in forty tones
melted popsicles cover grounds
gray and yellow
pain and sorrowloud and blistering
we scream our souls aloud
into the neverbeyond
to vibrate in sonic eternitywe speak in muted tongues
telling stories already told
failures piling and piling
the end seems so nearwe touch with no sense
no patience to feel
no hands to hold
no lips to grace our smileswe see the outer rings
and pass the mark there
never carving, never knowing
into and beyond the shelland forever tired
and forever sad
but above the clouds
it’s always a sunny dayone more chance
just one more try
to get it right
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i haven’t posted drunk in so long (for about 6 mos.), so all my recent stuff is sober. it’s harder to write sober, so i’m glad it’s connecting with someone.
i’d like another drunken beauty to pour out of me though, because i think those are my best. some of jimmy’s best drumming was done sober though, so who knows.
off topic: i think zeitgeist is jimmy’s SP masterpiece.
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once i gave to you a word, always
today a broken promise made its way
between the space that is our love
to become the new phrase of us
a lie to you, i must have given
and for that, maybe now we are even
times are harder now than ever before
we will get through the next door
together or separate no one knows
my throat gets knotted just thinking
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the days are so long
chugging forward like an old steam engine
in slow motion
cowboys and indians running along side
playing shoot em up games
and i am caught in the middle
stuck on this train
going in circles under a christmas tree
the presents are bigger than me
how could one so small open a gift
the size of a house
wrapping paper as thick as corrugated cardboard
but not as plain
the most beautiful colors adorn these gifts
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On my knees I stand. Waiting for the end.
The echoes that will be, clinging on for eternity.
In my tree, a place for you and me. I found out what it’s all about.
And up here in my tree, there’s a place for you and me.
We could watch the world go ’round. Up and down, and ’round and ’round.
And up here in my tree, there’s no place for you nor me.
The echoes set us free, we’ll shiver in trinity.It’s from my In My Tree-thing.
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you pay to play
i have no more money
but want to steal away
games from you and theyso let this be fun
i’ll run and hide
you pretend to find me
leave me behindagain, back to when children played
it was so easy then
no one got hurt, no one died
fiddle fiddle let loose the cannonlet this be the last
the last time i write to you
the last time you read my lines
the last time you give a fuckthe first time you die inside
the first time in a long time
the first time it’s gone
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puzzles pieces everywhere
lost without you
one fits
my heart cries for you
more waiting pains me
your love your smile
it’s not enough
i need you
to feel you
to hold you
If only I could
I want you
If I only…
your love beats my heart
distance between us
it’s torture
if only
to be near you
if only
to please you
I need your embrace
even before yesterday, now, tomorrow,
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two puzzles, too many
pieces scattered about
placed upon the table
there was never any doubtsomehow pieced together
making a beautiful portrait
a picture so real
as if complete and perfectbut over time, the picture changed
pieces hit the floor
pieces left, pieces faded
peace is no morethe puzzle must be taken apart
and started again from scratch
you build yours and i’ll build mine
on the same table we’ll dancenow it’s done and we can see
pictures of two different harmoniesonly now there are more pieces
ones that will never fit
ones that we created
in our adjoining midstand so it goes
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gritty sand
inside my mouth
salty residue
bleached blackwaves push and pull
down under
hold my breath
just a few moments longerthis will pass
this will go away
this suffering will subside
this loneliness will dietumble under the crashing waves
the terrible sun
the horrible water
the faint tasteseaweed stuck to me
gulls flock asea
the barrel breaks upon the crest
the wood splinters into my chestthe breeze makes it so cool
the breeze makes me so cold
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It’s you I want
but, you don’t see
please don’t fuck with my heart
it’s not a toy
my love is not a game
maybe it is on your end
you are causing me pain
speak up
be real
stop playing
your word games are cheap
love is not a game
you know that
you still keep playing
why?
What are you afraid of?
my love would never tear you
it’s everlasting
only for you
I wish you knew
understand
your game of love is hurting me
more than you know
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No more waiting
For what?
give me the reason now
Stop testing my love
it’s there
for you
Just take it
embrace
Come to me
I desire you
My one
I love you
I can’t let go
You are mine
until the last day
It’s in the stars
You know as I do
You can’t keep on
this charade
I want to feel you
your hands, your touch
your warmth, your kiss
you need the real
find me love
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I’m on a roll
Am I selfish
for your real love?
All for me
never
It’s gloom
without you
I must have you
years lost between us
never to be
apart again
You are my universe
the beauty in my soul
escape to me
tired of the wait
no more
I can’t take it
you have me
but yet you don’t
do you want me?
still?
Stop hiding
Present yourself -
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for the one
who touched my soul
so gently
without knowing
your words mesmerized me
how can this be
mind boggling isn’t it?
I’m warm and smiling
in another world
the twinkle in my eye
since the leaves began to fall
back in bloom
a spring in my step
now you know
you managed to steal my heart
secretly, unaware
until now
you know
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head in my hands
on a dusty bench
a bus stop in nowhereville
giving up on waitinghere at the crossroads
i came to wait
eternity it seemed
was never to far awayall alone and without cause
i sit and stare to gain my loss
as motorcades pass me by
blowing smoke into my eyesthe wind picks up
as the clouds roll in
and my sunny day
turns dark as sinsomething green is close
ripe with curiousity i am
i stand again and begin to walk
taking a turn at the stopthe storm brews at my back
but forward i go, leaving the stop
my clothes are dirty, torn, and faded
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a glow surrounds your face
with each beating minute
the heart grows fonder
caught up in the waterspouts of life
hard to see beyond your outstreched hands
cup your hands to hold the water
but it flows nonstop
as if laughing
yet another force
uncontrolled by man
drenched in uncertainty
crushed with doubt
washing in with vacanyso let it all go
embrace this moment
rise to the top to see the clouds
leave the world behind you
and make a new day
a new life
a fresh clean slate
full of beauty
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looking back, i was never alone
we were always so close
fleeting minutes pass away
and give birth to brighter daysi have never seen this place
but i have been here before
a faint memory i cannot recall
a fractal to the coresomehow the feeling
that it is all meant to be
all the pain and suffering
all meant for meto learn and grow
to root down and weather
to shade the others
to build circle upon circleto never die
to live for now
to keep going
to listen to it alltimeless we are
pushed to the rind
one dimension closer
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my brain is growing vines
tendrils of rust
oxidation of knowledge
cobwebs on the farthest corners
spreading inward to the center
it’s lonely in here
though all these people linger nearby
wisdom seeks to destroy me
or seeks to defy me
skeleton keys to unlock my skull
and peer inside
frightening things float
around pretty things
ghosts of memories
liquid floral displays
silver candy cactus
to prick the skin
bring blood stains
unlovely smears
reflection in mirrors of sugar
lick my own frown
taste the sweet shame
then shatter the evidence
shatter the memory
send it into oblivion
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these lonely guns
stand at attention
here with the moon
bringing forth tensionthese lonely guns
the battlefield cries
surrounded by many
alone with the liesthese lonely guns
harboring only death
give to me the blood
bring to me the deadthese lonely guns
can you hear them call
across the grassy plains
a call to allthese lonely guns
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thoughts jumbled
twisted and confused
so easily shifted
but not simply lifted
wishes make grand designs
in the sandy outlines of time
winds blow them away
like too many loose feathers
lost from a phoenix whose time is up
time to burn
time to be reborn
knots tangled like last years christmas lights
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you know what I just noticed-lol those are my initials to my maiden nameposting my goofy poem from sp.com
biking through
natures path
descending
down the hill
faster
breeze in my hair
laughter
being one with the wind
a moment of feeling free
all choked up
brakes hit
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the closer you get
the further it seems
never again
to find a dreamslowly drifting
down the stream
stretched out branches
pull you from methe heads, they bob
up and down
tired from winding
around and aroundlaugh and giggle
today is the day
wiped out memories
are all erasedsun blotted water
a nurse with the needle
pulled out slaughter
shiny green beetlean ending is near
a beginning is now
the loss of fear
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Last night I cried myself to sleep
In someone else’s arms.
Unknowing as he slept,
I wept at memories of us.
Memories that grow dark
With the shadows of time.
Memories that have reached their end.
Tossing and turning,
Glimpses of us ever present.
I dreamt of you,
Just as always.
You feel so cold to me now,
Moved out and moved on so quickly.
Daily I work
At killing the disease in my heart.
Debts to be paid are no more.
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there was a time
a time we intercepted
a time we connecteda spirit so lost
forgotten and smudged
rejected and goneher smile radiated
into my being
heating my souljust one innocent kiss
to remember our days
with him standing asidei cry to remember her smile
another has moved in
arm around her shoulder
if one for the otherand we just fucking move on
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just like you told me
when we were younger
time is never enough
to keep us togetherwe were so special
back with wagons and legos
the fresh cut grass
the endless egosbut now we are taller
and the grass is heavy
and it’s raining outside
and in different housessomehow we still are
we still see each other
across the street
and want to playthe games have changed
and we have children of our own
but we still know how to laugh
and giggle and smileand we are forever young
in this twister of fate
bringing forth dark clouds
and spring rainsnew and belonging
forever understanding
trying our best to learn
the meaning of each otherlet’s go play
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once again
the days you speak
bring me in
the silence killswhat is this?
Where does it go?
time travels forward
I feel indefiniteround about in circles
moments pass
the echo of you
inside my headdeep thoughts
unaware of your own truth
time is gone
I’m still herenever to leave
never to be forgotten
never lost
never alonealways for you
nothing less
ample to give
without fear -
driving late at night
steam fogging up the windshield
all alone this time
no passenger nearby
rounding the black asphalt
spitting yellow lines
going nowhereput the top down
let the wind feel your hair
let it caress your soul
the shiny silver moon
says hello
and smiles as you depress the pedala destination reached
a place to radiate under the stars
look up and feel empty
a shooting star
a reminder
someone is watching -
where o where did it go
the time passed too fast
our hearts sank together
in a whirlpool made of lovespirits dance about the skyline
clouds holding hands as they cry
together forever
up above, up so highand it marches forward
never missing a beat
beaming like the sun
forever ablaze in a fiery deaththe end will never come
the end curves back around
coming back for seconds
coming back around for the killsinking its teeth into your neck
making you immortal
joining the ranks of the fallen
silently in a sweet surrenderwe float day to day
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one shot is all it takes
year stacked upon year
of being therefully dressed to the brim
eighteen points to hang on
head down, eyes upteeth are clenched
the tail is raised
one last standviolently it splits into
painting the snow red
on the side he goessquirming to catch a last breath
squinting to catch a last glimpse
the fawns run awaythe only snow angel ever made
is stagnant and cold
bitter crystals on the fur
ice cold and deadbut one last stand was made
forever taking the chance
forever taking the stancebecause no one
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Scenery on fire
the images blazing
a whole in my mind
the smoke like a thick cloud
fogging my eyes from true sightlips presses to the pole
Do you really wanna go?
legs moving from the streets
is it me or is this place
as dead as it seems?haha, after I read this poem it kinda sound perverted oh well. I like it anyway.
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alone in thought
the ideas they fly
inside my being
eternal tornadoscluttered and messy
a summerstorm hangover
kittens come out to play
beneath the silver-shocked skyit’s wrecked and destroyed
the only stability ever known
plucked like a dandelion
and blown into one thousand piecesso we listen to the quiet
to hear what it says
too many voices before
with nothing saidfind that voice
and continue the struggle
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Crowding round that little bird
Pecking, jeering, how absurd
Pain inflicted, lack of respect
With short-sighted sheep, what can we expect?Misunderstanding, ignorance too
The man once told him there’s others like you…In the town, hand-fed bread
He contemplated what the man had said
Those grey ones there in a big bold group
Should they turn round, there’d be a coup
For Purple Pigeons stand right out
But there’s others like him, he found outTen years passed and grey birds died
And still the purple vertebrate cried
Looking round and seeing sadness
In a weak wicked way, it brought some gladnessFor purple is purple and grey is grey
Those facts alone needn’t be the way
He sat with pride and a little smile
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shadows dance upon the wall
where darkness swallows all
and tiny water droplet rings abound
producing only the slightest of soundthe first touch left them breathless
another warm body
the possibilities endlesslost together and holding hands
finding the light
no one understandsin the dark he feels her face
the beauty in his mind
he cannot erasethey pick up their spirits
and hold in a warm embrace
knowing their time will emerge
when they can finally see face to facein the warmest of light
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haiku
ik kijk en doorzie
maar begrijpen doe ik niet
of daarom juist wel?I look and see through
but I do not understand
or that’s why I do?Haiku (in Japanese: 俳句 ) is a form of Japanese poetry, consisting of 17 moras in three metrical phrases of 5, 7, and 5 moras respectively ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haiku ). It’s this limitation that I like so much, try to make as much poetic (non-)sense as you can in just 3 lines!
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take me away from
from the darkness
a moment in time’s past, present, and future
take my hand
guide me, lead me
to a new place
inside the garden
share your soul
with me
together we make progress
bound by love
to share with all
to sing a song
a dance with love
you make me shine
I’m awakened
by your presence
alone
letting go of the old
breathing your love
share with me
the world
through your eyes
the hurt, the pain
the despair, the sorrows
I want to feel
I want to discover
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When the sun shines
on the morning dew
until the moon glows
you are there right beside me
until the sun rises again
You seem surreal
only known in stories
Where did you come from?
how blessed am I?
magic between us
plenty to come
my heart knows
I need you, your touch
your love
I feel
when I close my eyes
you are there right beside me
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cram cram cram
pushed to the rear
never to open
but always enough to fearwhat was it?
who knows
if you open
all hell could break looseso stare at the amber
all 18 of them
empty reminders
calling you outwas it all you wanted
all you dreamed it could be
do you want more time
to see what you can seeyeah, keep going
45 degrees downward
lap it up you dog
then shit on the rugclean up on aisle six please
clean up on aisle six please
clean up on aisle six please
clean up on aisle six pleaseshe made the meat hit the floor
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inside the red carpet
eyes bleeding shut
rolled out for the night
stepped on with designer shoesout of sight
out of mind
out of space
out of timethrobbing earaches
over and over
blood contained within
just trying to burstempty hollow sounds
distant conversations
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a feeling so empty
it’s really not a feeling at all
the color black
staining and disolutioning
into your very fibrous beinga painful morphing
the swallow of sweet heartache
the stench of what used to be
a constant reminder
of everpresent failingso far beyond down
so away from it all
turned your back on yourself
on your knees
into a corneronce the hurt is gone
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haiku
ik kijk en doorzie
maar begrijpen doe ik niet
of daarom juist wel?I look and see through
but I do not understand
or that’s why I do?Haiku (in Japanese: 俳句 ) is a form of Japanese poetry, consisting of 17 moras in three metrical phrases of 5, 7, and 5 moras respectively ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haiku ). It’s this limitation that I like so much, try to make as much poetic (non-)sense as you can in just 3 lines!
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room enough for five
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when it was too bright to see
beneath you i stood for years
protected by your shade
staring at the sun, never afraideven under a blanket of darkness
we would count junebugs together
as they buzzed in and around your weeping arms
and the spiders came crawling to the groundthen one day you nudged me along
gave me a branch to help sing your song
to remind me of strength and shelter
a piece of you, always and foreveri used to send you into the water
and watch as you floated away
but you came back each and every time
what a way to pass the daybut ever since that day you died for me
i’ve tried to return the favor, embarrassingly
i set you on fire, to hide the pain
and walked away, your bones fully ablazei picked you up one last time
your rings, an echo of mine
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i went to the store
and bought a pumpkin
i wanted to use it
to see you againit was quite heavy
and a little big
so i placed it on wheels
and rolled it thenback to my house
we soon would travel
inside my kitchen
strange things would unraveli wanted to see you
just one more time
so i went to the kitchen
and grabbed a knifei started carving
and cutting your face
out of a pumpkin
the resemblance was faintbut cut and poke i did
for many hours
until that pumpkin face
looked like yoursand in the end
it looked quite macabre
so i stuck it outside
with a candle flame onyour face it danced
upon my front porch
scaring little children
as they begged for moresoon the night was over
and you were still there
laughing and smiling
in this world, not a carei soon became jealous
of your effortless soul
i took you inside
and stared through your holeno more i cannot take it
you ruined me again
now go and leave me
wipe off that grini took out a hammer
and smashed you to pieces
the orange bloody murder
was a thing of news releasesbut no one knew
as i stashed you away
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it’s so much easier to cry alone
to cry alone, always alone
don’t mean to bother you
so that’s what i’ll doreaching out
that’s what i want
misery loves company
hold my handhold me hold me
touch my heart
release this love
be with mebut you’d have to know
what was inside
tomorrow i might say
tomorrow i may delay -
eyelid dams
holding back the flood
protecting the city
wanting to take a peekthe water boils
spilling over the wall
falling below
into the pittraveling down
along familiar paths
down down down
growing and endingunable to contain
an eruption pushes over
years of tears stain below
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a black dot
off in the distance
a cool spot
in a endless desertcoming closer
the spot widens
opening up, beckoningi push aside
and walk inside
and kiss the sun goodbyewater trickles and little eyes move
staring and scaring
pulling in closermy new home
devoid of you
devoid of meit’s so dark
where are my hands
i feel nothingi’m so alone
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scores of books piled sky high
stainglass windows fractured below
perfect pews on a sunday morning
sitting at attention to a silent lecturnsmoke fills the ceiling arches
the candles are beaming with fire
wax melts down the sides
to form mary in the puddles belowsnowfall bleaches the color outside
lighter and lighter the hues turning brighter
so gently tightening a suffocating noose
by blocking the doors from the insideonly the blind could ever see
before their own eyes
a sunday morning tragedy
with blood for tearsthe sparrow’s sing as their hearts cry
for only the deaf can hear today’s sermon
and only those without voices
could ever speak in such tonguessuch a ghostly way
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so exciting was the day
you came to me carrying a box
i opened hurriedly
to find a piece of paper
a perfect white square
crisp and clean
could cut to the bone
if i wasn’t careful
i pressed it against my face
a blank slate
the smell of faxes and drying ink
i could do so much
with just this little piece of paper
so i wrote all my hope and dreams on it
and gave it back to you
not one empty space
and now, one year later
you give me another box
again i open so fast
only to see that piece of paper
all crumbled and tattered and stained
i look up to see what happened
and you were just saying goodbye
leaving me alone with my desires
alone with my faults
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hosting the night party
familiar faces gracing
through wine tasting glassescheers you made it
how was the traffic
put your umbrella over there
and here, have a beerwhy thanks the traffic was
oh ok i see
sorry to, i mean i didn’t mean to
wait no that’s okayyes i did see that too!
i thought it was
upside down she goes
elbow bending at it’s greatestwell hello, i must be going
and many thanks for the nothings
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just to be you today
but let us not forget
our own selfish ways
step aside young man
the silverback’s in town
here to scream and yell
boy don’t you frown
you have issues father
i wish you could see
but your blinded by
your own insanity
so yell and scream
it’s what you always do
and we’ll cower in fear
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a little toxin released to myself
a little pill swallowed down again
a little time to let this all sink in
a little friend to deny all the pain
a little once to start off this journey
a little while i’ll stay on this course
a little breath escapes from this being
a little answer never conceived
a little beam of darkness shines as it blinds
a little light says at last, i’m so sorry
a good day to you sir, a good day to you
he says with a wink and a crooked smile
a little hesitation quickly begins
a little piece of never, forever and now
always for me, no effort, no fee
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hi today
explain away
tell me a story
one more time
read me a story
it’s my bedtimei won’t call you a liar
i don’t know for sure
but with your doubt
you seem so purewhich one today?
did the mouse get away?
play with the thought
play with my mind
give me some medicine
sedate my kindi won’t call you a liar
i don’t know for sure
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caramel lattes and broken lips
do not touch do not kiss
—————————————no, don’t let go
keep my hand close to your heart
feel my pulse run through yours
feel the warmth of the stars
—————————————you’re a desert rose
all alone and purple
so delicate and gentle
a soft hardcore offeringnever to be seen or heard
catching empty raindrops
and midsummer breezes
the earth cracking belowif no one ever sees you
did you ever really exist?
let your love go
let me in -
the fat man in the big red suit
jollying inside my rabbit ears
with soot on black boots
he comes a knockin’
stroking that thick white beardenter santa-man into my house
good evening to you, though i be late
it’s well after midnight
you know it’s morn’?
well it’s okay, we now have a datewhat did you bring for me i asked
i think i was nice, but maybe i was bad
he reached into his sack
and let out a chuckle
and just said, \"here you go, little lad\"a shiny white and red plastic box
i opened and tore apart
i looked back up at santa
hoping to share
but he left soon after my start\"let’s go rudolph!\"
he shouted while riding away
i peeked inside
the package now mine
oh what a year, oh what a daya great white light from inside
shone across the room and in my eyes
blazingly hot
i dropped the box
what a strange holiday surprisethe sihouettes danced and drank
and sang the night away
i had so much fun
this merry eve
i hardly knew what to saybut soon the light faded and i collapsed
in a gentle fall to the ground
under the christmas tree
is where i crawled
for an overnight slumber to surroundso thanks fat man, once again
i hope to see you next year
although i don’t know you
with your mysteriousness
i long for your de stijl cheer -
allow me to
set the mood
with a cold one
or a warm two
sit down here
exhale a few
how was your day
what did you do
oh same ol’ story
nothing ado
not much to say
so anywaylet the night begin
and start right away
where each one has
something to say
as we share in the misery
that we call our own
a collective routine
for one as for allyeah, it’s true
it’s the same routine
but here with you
the pain goes away
the pill is smaller
and the tears stream less
easier to swallow
and in the end
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flash click as he settled in
whiskers not even trimmed
eyes blinking, lashes growing
lord knows he loves his kinmother dearest is holding the youngest
and pa is standing in the back
two little twins hold hands in the front
and stare until the bulb crashsepia snapshot and afterthoughts
memories contained therein
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lipsmacking and opinions
food flying across the table
googly eyed with hair pulled back
never trimmed in forty yearsa beautiful woman til the end
caring for others before oneself
always had my towel
and it was always dryand i hope you know i loved you
and i hope you know your son still does
even though it feels removed
you were always movingsee you on the other side
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the sound continues to drown
raining down the great escape
the swirly exit sign
swinging back and forth from the loft
don’t scream fire in a crowded theater
you may hurt someone
but then again
you may get out
of watching this shit moviefire fire rush to the door
climbing atop the others
women and children first
chivalry above the others
and even now you know it ain’t real
and break through the white canvas
the screaming pictures in technicolor
bleed to the floor in rainbowed water
staining the palms in purple eternitythe doorhandle is red and blue
as the tape reel spins off the loom -
tell me in my ear
just don’t say the wrong thing
you are far more closer to me than you know
closer than I probably know
where do we go?
what journey to take?
walk the trail through the forest
fly through the breeze
slide on the rainbow
cloud jumping
tip toeing on the sun rays
caught inside a raindrop
upon a rose petal
sharing a drink
with life
growing
sprouting colors in full bloom
how lovely it attracts your vision
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march! you dare i say
one two three four
endless steps in time
feet hitting the floorthis pace keenly kept
like it or not, keep your stride
together we’ll go on
quarter notes that tear away timebut alone she sidestepped
and fell out of bounds
and lost the beat forever
now nothing surroundsand just ahead, a bridge
as troops stomp on by
it will never hold the weight
still they push, as if to dietears flow down her twisted face
as the floorboards give way
down they fall to the river below
like tears she cried that day -
head in my hands
it’s hard to write
traveled lands
we’re in for a night
drink it up
and start a fight
suck it up
a cry for my plight
down on yourself
come here go away
moons assemble
that’s totally insane
never together forever
twice removed spitfire
wonderment never again
purple on black
the blood moves within
bruised but not born
a woman unscorned
let the leash break
again to hide the bone
beneath the dirt
is where i’ll be
chipping away
come find me -
flash click as he settled in
whiskers not even trimmed
eyes blinking, lashes growing
lord knows he loves his kinmother dearest is holding the youngest
and pa is standing in the back
two little twins hold hands in the front
and stare until the bulb crashsepia snapshot and afterthoughts
memories contained therein
they say a photo is worth many words
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flash click as he settled in
whiskers not even trimmed
eyes blinking, lashes growing
lord knows he loves his kinmother dearest is holding the youngest
and pa is standing in the back
two little twins hold hands in the front
and stare until the bulb crashsepia snapshot and afterthoughts
memories contained therein
they say a photo is worth many words
who knew time could freeze once again[/quote:20jp1pge]nice one![/quote:20jp1pge]
thanks rose! how have you been. long time since we chatted.
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such a big block with a dull finish
setting up high on my work table
inhaling through the nose to stay warm
i get out my chisel and start to chip away
forming the smile i remember
i begin to break her down
the perfect corners
the perfect radiance
it’s only by see through water
and that smile only lasts for so long
because it’s getting warmer
and her eye sheds a single tear
that drops to the snow covered ground
liquid sadness from an icy beauty
alone in silence she melted away -
disconnected, i am not really here
my soul is nowhere to be found
completely bursting with emptiness
sitting on the doorstep of a raw eratired, fed up with you
you do not begin to understand
the depth of my shallowness
the sheer pressure with which i crushfragile, this will only last for so long
and then reality will set in
a sincere pretentiousness on display
front window fifty percent offalone, come over here with me
come walk with me down this gravel road
an endless path that never begins
it’s all downhill from here on outhold my fucking hand
and put on your boots
i dare you to walk with me -
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hehe, I’m joining in.
Time
The pastel hued muses
Undress their heads
With the thoughts of humankind
Resting in the stillness of timeDoubts form in the waves
Crashing on the shores
Of unconsciousness
At the meridian of timeMemories trapped in an old book
Photos faded black and white
Dust fallen on old relics
Lost in the distance of timeMelting down creation
Arts of intrigue
Mixed up methods of minds
Thwarted by the threads of time -
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you could try reading some of Mina Loy’s poetry also:
http://www.cwru.edu/artsci/engl/VSALM/m … oyslb.htmlAnother one from me….
Beyond laws and images of man
Concepts of time and despair
Fires burning in the suburban sprawl
There is a thickness in the airI want to reach forth
Into the bloodbath of the future
Soothe the wounds of hate
Heed the warnings of our cultureJoin forces into the underground
Increasing and eliminating by turn
Devoid of the facts
The truth we all can learnSigns pointing to the distance
Invisible to those still asleep
Awareness awakening those who dare
To dream of secrets we can’t keepSecrets given to those who are willing
To leave this world of taking
And take part in leaving
Our sorrows behind in the makingWhat are we fighting for
What makes us alive
What brings our minds alight
And keeps our souls awakeA sorrow, a song, a sigh
Fleeting feeling of freedom
Thought taste touched tomorrow
Reasoning right from wrongResolutely designed for ourselves
Culminating in initiation
Into the spheres of the mind
Bubbles blown to the windInvisible walls of the kingdom
Resting on our laurels
Will not change anything
In apathy we lose ourselvesCreative sparks need to fly!
Fire up their passion inside
Search the tree of knowledge
Sending messages to the stars -
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it’s all slipping away now
the life that i had planned
with each and everyday
i lose more and more handand amidst all the chaos
there is a constant beating
an echo bouncing back
of a past chance meetingthat sprung forth beauty
and short lived chemistry
but left behind something
that is more a mysteryhow on earth can it be
a love gone so wrong
to leave such tarnish
up against the strongso go it alone i must
for now it’s sink or swim
my past was much brighter
the future is looking dim -
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you fall into empty stairwells
through the broken boards
i used to be there to catch you
but destiny says no morethe cuts you made are so deep
i often wonder if they’ll heal
going this alone for our sake
whatever shall be revealedsoon this hold will take me
and it’s what we both wanted
no more heart or moon aches
none of your memories to haunt me -
I don’t want to be your queen
I don’t want what you need
In your eyes I see your soul
There’s nothing thereDon’t you want to be freed
Don’t you want to succeed
In your dreams you see the world
Is against youWhy do you do this, it breaks my heart
To see you in pain, when will you realise
There’s nothing to gain
And you’ll never be the same
You will always be with the enemyI don’t want to be like you
I don’t want to do the things you do
In your eyes I see sorrow
Its what you wantedDon’t you want to be free
Don’t you want to be real
In your dreams you are beyond
Anything trueWhy do you do this, it makes me sick
To see you so hurt, when will you realise
It can’t go on and it stays the same
In your mind it never ends -
I came in
not knowing why
just to know more
now, I feel I am in too deep
I never expected that
I was just being
secrets I do not know
still unaware
I’m in the dark
it all appears like a game
being played so well by the unknown to me
hidden behind this and that
I have nothing to hide from
I am only me
just sharing a few words
led to more things I can’t explain
nice gets you nowhere, but taken for granted, I see
so why do people want to take advantage of me? -
brushing the underside of rocks
no stone left unturned
dirty stains and pocket voids
left to all be cleansed by handa newness to life
it’s so real for me now
i see you across the meadow
give me your hand
let us walk togethera springtime robin calls to you
from high above he floats
the sun beating against your neck
like warmth against your wingsthe newness of now
like never before
and never again
share with me this moment -
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^^ that’s good to hear
I like that poem, and the box of tears one.
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Scented leaves dance on the wind
Dancing to the tune of the seasons
My heart rests in timeless magnitude
Rising to the challenge of this artThe stars sparkling in the heavens
The sun and moon in endless circles
The hearts of humankind wavering
In their hurricanes of desperationSucked into the black holes of the media mass
Told to buy this then you’ll get some a…
Then when you have it you’ll want more
An endless search for desires never metSearching for peace and quiet
The answers come to those who wait
Searching for that eternal peace
What was once lost will be found -
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Two continue to play
games of the heart
back and forth
your words are tossed like playing catch
time in between phrases
a muse for both?
discouraging, yet encouraging
thoughtless thoughts
words are your power
knowing how to consume them
sucked into your black hole
of nothing more than
imaginary care and heartfelt
with no meaning behind them
no feeling
for they are…
just letters
conformed into
empty words -
The Garden
Alone and still, a starlit sky
sprinkled with feathered milk
the silence is huge
I wait for the brillianceOnce the moon appears, awake!
the garden is again enchanted
illumination beyond the shade
I wrap this moment in foilThe vastness of the black open sky
beckons me to fly up there
but I’ll stay with my garden
in radiance and denialUntil the time is right
forging new beginnings
suspended animation
waiting for a sign -
bitter to the taste
these days have become
with a steady haste
she left me all alonehere in my mind
i’m running circles around
i kill myself over time
a king with the lonesome crownbatteries once charged
are now dead as fallen leaves
crumpled up the pile is large
if you find me, please don’t leave -
i stand strong in the back
my red necktie around
on the right or the left
cool hardwood belowi am surrounded by peers
we stand so we can fall
you come to play with us
and try to knock us downthe circle is getting bigger
the sound grinding closer
rolling through the center
the eclipse of white by blackonly one remains upright
and you get a second throw
so hit me with all your might
yeah knock me down, it’s time to go -
Careless creatures casting their lines
Hooking up their profits
Greedy smiles on their faces
Not knowing they will fail one day
The wall comes crashing down
When they least expect it
Keep buffering it up with some mud and straw
It’ll hold til the next puff of wind
A trickle of oily rain
No chance the wall will hold up
Coming down fast like a ton of bricks
Time to build a new one
Something built to be made anew each time
One that doesn’t need to hold up
A roof over a shattered society
The cause and effect of it all
Wheel of time and cycle of seasons
Brush the cobwebs from the ruins
This wall stands the test of time -
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i wish i could tell you something
something you wanted to hear
i wish i coudl tell you the truth
something to last you all yeari wish you never told me about you
something to occupy the mind
i wish i never locked eyes with you
something far away in timei wish i saw it coming
something so simple and true
i wish i could speak this idea
something like i love you -
Knowledge of the truth be denied
What goes around, comes around
You’ll get your just desserts
Hanging on the edge of your seat
Waiting for your turn
Carousel spinning out of control
The musicians play on
Tinker tailor soldier sailor
Heart breaker, movie-maker
Selling your soul for the silver screen
Up on the billboard for all to see
Your time has come
Don’t be a fool
Fall into the trap
Mess up your life
‘til darkness is all you can see
And it swallows you whole -
Carousel spinning out of control
The musicians play on
Tinker tailor soldier sailor
Heart breaker, movie-maker
Selling your soul for the silver screen
Up on the billboard for all to see
Your time has come[/quote:11dhcmvi]to know is the death of knowing
to try is the spirit of failure
to die is to have lived
to breathe your breath
is to have spit up blood[/quote:11dhcmvi]Epic, guys…
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