Kelsie
is
so
awesome
like
OMG!
She
Rocks
My
Socks
So
Amazing
Thank you Kelsie for writing a quick little poem from your heart for me! It's truly inspirational!
And yes... to the rest of you... my poetry notebook was stollen and... well... this is what appeared!
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Forging Hearts
The once subtle ground pushes insight forward
into indigo painted deserts flush with
distant dreams flashing as stars bound by
time's allusioned memory: lovingly, tragically,
delicately broken. Loneliness prickles like
desolate skin fractured by scorpion tales.
Rain feels welcome, dashing from eyes like
torn wounds singing violin longings to
celestial curtains dropping upon the scars of
history folded under clouded oasis springs.
Floods caress like aloe drops pooling among
clasped fingers, reviving the lusting Moon.
into indigo painted deserts flush with
distant dreams flashing as stars bound by
time's allusioned memory: lovingly, tragically,
delicately broken. Loneliness prickles like
desolate skin fractured by scorpion tales.
Rain feels welcome, dashing from eyes like
torn wounds singing violin longings to
celestial curtains dropping upon the scars of
history folded under clouded oasis springs.
Floods caress like aloe drops pooling among
clasped fingers, reviving the lusting Moon.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Walking Without Looking
I drew a line today.
One stroke departed the senses of understanding from intrinsic emotions. My Feet hide the line. Baggage hides the line. The wind blows away what isn't hidden, and I wonder how far off course I've strayed.
Does the Road, evergoing, require boundaries as I walk? And I, delicately balanced on the convergence of comprehension, know not which foot leads me astray from formulated comfort. Have I been integrated to the path with foresight?
Seeing or feeling?
Will the Moon blind like the Sun if I look away from Her Light? Naivety is handsome like darkness -- I dare not find what lives beyond eyes, my chest constricts with longing lust everlasting.
A whisper from within --
Hearing tightens my grip to the past and flames shoot to my cheeks. Molten drops seer as minds fight for the ground. Fireflies twinkle like Her companions on Earth. My soul wants to dance with their freedom.
Past heaps on soles
Twilight Dawn filters. Fresh consciousness forgets the line, holding cautiously to knowledge, the poison, and my feet take heaving strides gasping for dreams. My heart yearns. My heart thrashes. Breath is clawing to be.
Knowing which fears
Leave that math behind
One stroke departed the senses of understanding from intrinsic emotions. My Feet hide the line. Baggage hides the line. The wind blows away what isn't hidden, and I wonder how far off course I've strayed.
Does the Road, evergoing, require boundaries as I walk? And I, delicately balanced on the convergence of comprehension, know not which foot leads me astray from formulated comfort. Have I been integrated to the path with foresight?
Seeing or feeling?
Will the Moon blind like the Sun if I look away from Her Light? Naivety is handsome like darkness -- I dare not find what lives beyond eyes, my chest constricts with longing lust everlasting.
A whisper from within --
Hearing tightens my grip to the past and flames shoot to my cheeks. Molten drops seer as minds fight for the ground. Fireflies twinkle like Her companions on Earth. My soul wants to dance with their freedom.
Past heaps on soles
Twilight Dawn filters. Fresh consciousness forgets the line, holding cautiously to knowledge, the poison, and my feet take heaving strides gasping for dreams. My heart yearns. My heart thrashes. Breath is clawing to be.
Knowing which fears
Leave that math behind
Do I?
Do I get to judge
when
or is it he (past)
him (present)
or some He (eternal)
to decide
when
wings fill with
air fills with
warmth fills with
light, truth, and
chills.
A touch brings me
Do I get to fall?
when
or is it he (past)
him (present)
or some He (eternal)
to decide
when
wings fill with
air fills with
warmth fills with
light, truth, and
chills.
A touch brings me
Do I get to fall?
Speak
Speak, your
words
Matter
like Black Hole
Di-Mension
the cautious
the uninhibited
coinciding.
Beats on the
snare hearted
aparted peace gentled.
Delinquent smile
I am lost
words
pulling through matter
acceleration.
to feel what fear
begs buried --
violins cry
speak,
you're catching
evermore I'm falling.
words
Matter
like Black Hole
Di-Mension
the cautious
the uninhibited
coinciding.
Beats on the
snare hearted
aparted peace gentled.
Delinquent smile
I am lost
words
pulling through matter
acceleration.
to feel what fear
begs buried --
violins cry
speak,
you're catching
evermore I'm falling.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Reach Over
Reach over
Desolate frigidity between white
Folds break the comfort
of soft darkness numbing like vodka.
the valley is - empty, no warmth remains
where once emission covered me
Nuzzling into my neck, arms clinging like love
no more the sun gently
touches
my eyes -- sullen, wandering, sighing
into the pitted chasm of - broken beating.
Foot slips out of protection
landing in reality - solidity - judgmentally.
Il n'est pas içi.
Il ne sera pas toujour içi.
Je l'ai deja vu.
A black void
opens -- I fall endlessly as the sun
rises to be so alone in his sky.
Standing naked.
Desolate frigidity between white
Folds break the comfort
of soft darkness numbing like vodka.
the valley is - empty, no warmth remains
where once emission covered me
Nuzzling into my neck, arms clinging like love
no more the sun gently
touches
my eyes -- sullen, wandering, sighing
into the pitted chasm of - broken beating.
Foot slips out of protection
landing in reality - solidity - judgmentally.
Il n'est pas içi.
Il ne sera pas toujour içi.
Je l'ai deja vu.
A black void
opens -- I fall endlessly as the sun
rises to be so alone in his sky.
Standing naked.
Façade
The Fun-Show's doors open
with a creaking subtlety
flooding warm lantern light into
the musky, dirty night air.
Inside the fire burns oils in waves
of jasmine and lavender, serenely
coercing relaxed mines to sit and stare
at colorful drapes,
smiling performers,
and tricking animals trained to be human.
Their joy is infectious, their eyes enigmatic --
The crowd is stirred with pleasure
and applause!
Behind the drapes, before the sterile
evening sky,
the gaze of each clown and dog
burns with pitiful regret,
cherished sorrow,
broken dreams.
Who sees beyond the
celebration, under masked make-up,
and runs to aide me?
with a creaking subtlety
flooding warm lantern light into
the musky, dirty night air.
Inside the fire burns oils in waves
of jasmine and lavender, serenely
coercing relaxed mines to sit and stare
at colorful drapes,
smiling performers,
and tricking animals trained to be human.
Their joy is infectious, their eyes enigmatic --
The crowd is stirred with pleasure
and applause!
Behind the drapes, before the sterile
evening sky,
the gaze of each clown and dog
burns with pitiful regret,
cherished sorrow,
broken dreams.
Who sees beyond the
celebration, under masked make-up,
and runs to aide me?
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Caution Inward Told
Caution inward told.
The balance tipped by coffee stained
eyes - grounded, scalded,
filtered. The subtle touch
of amour in swallowed
temptation contaminates reverie with smiles.
Both see sound sheering
and want the pillowed feathers to lift
untouch -- drown.
To be overwhelmed, overcome by salted waters -
covered by sweet sprays flitting
on beached breezes,
He whispers unconscious thoughts
--I trust you--
chords run deeper, vibrate in tune
with
the vowels of shattered porcelain
whose pieces dig into soles
treading a treacherously torturous
path - healing with opened wounds.
The blood stained roses
taste
better than cough syrup, sugar coated
simple tablets rolling in
turbulent acids as lips fold each
other -- dancing on the sinusoidal
crests of heart hoped salves
basting the cautioned hands.
I goosebump under his strength.
His eyes glaze over, teeth
clench like fingers wanted
of release. Abandoned inhibitions fly
like breath on the ear
with
--I trust you--
He enters, balancing, careening,
oscillating --
and plants seeds of addiction
in my battered heart.
I trust you.
The balance tipped by coffee stained
eyes - grounded, scalded,
filtered. The subtle touch
of amour in swallowed
temptation contaminates reverie with smiles.
Both see sound sheering
and want the pillowed feathers to lift
untouch -- drown.
To be overwhelmed, overcome by salted waters -
covered by sweet sprays flitting
on beached breezes,
He whispers unconscious thoughts
--I trust you--
chords run deeper, vibrate in tune
with
the vowels of shattered porcelain
whose pieces dig into soles
treading a treacherously torturous
path - healing with opened wounds.
The blood stained roses
taste
better than cough syrup, sugar coated
simple tablets rolling in
turbulent acids as lips fold each
other -- dancing on the sinusoidal
crests of heart hoped salves
basting the cautioned hands.
I goosebump under his strength.
His eyes glaze over, teeth
clench like fingers wanted
of release. Abandoned inhibitions fly
like breath on the ear
with
--I trust you--
He enters, balancing, careening,
oscillating --
and plants seeds of addiction
in my battered heart.
I trust you.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Shuffling Light ... (2)
Shuffling light coerces dilated pupils
Share unfamiliar hurtles beyond graves
Showing halogen fog laden hair
Shushed subtle words beleaguered without
Shy looks into windowless souls.
Share unfamiliar hurtles beyond graves
Showing halogen fog laden hair
Shushed subtle words beleaguered without
Shy looks into windowless souls.
Shuffling Light ... (1)
Shuffling light unlike time heaping
unannounced circumstance between our fingers --
hold -- delicately free falling adoration
Wing dancing around collapsed hearts
Seeping like time's light sunspots.
unannounced circumstance between our fingers --
hold -- delicately free falling adoration
Wing dancing around collapsed hearts
Seeping like time's light sunspots.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Playfully Responding
To you, Chef de Palavar, a response to 'Chasing the Sun'.
Blink Carelessly, cautiously.
Once, twice, again -- again.
Look not to shadowed unveilings
of sunspot coincidences synchronized
at light-speed space-time.
For what once is all occurred?
Closely integrated to awakening sights
transpired in dreams of transpired
words: love, laugh, birth, break.
Sublimity careens against our cheek.
Light your emptiness lithely,
near and far, to share
what novel emotions caress explicitly
and grate implicitly 'til heaps
surmount to something trivially mean.
Blink carefully, recklessly.
Open the distances, close necessity.
Blink Carelessly, cautiously.
Once, twice, again -- again.
Look not to shadowed unveilings
of sunspot coincidences synchronized
at light-speed space-time.
For what once is all occurred?
Closely integrated to awakening sights
transpired in dreams of transpired
words: love, laugh, birth, break.
Sublimity careens against our cheek.
Light your emptiness lithely,
near and far, to share
what novel emotions caress explicitly
and grate implicitly 'til heaps
surmount to something trivially mean.
Blink carefully, recklessly.
Open the distances, close necessity.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
To Steal from Books
Stem length, pod shape, color - in the study of heredity, investigative monastery rapidity. Now put forth the basic principles of inheritance, unlike many earlier investigations of Pisum Sativum, my figure 3.1! I eat sparsely, like a bird, subsequently renewed on the ergosphere, the even horizon of a collapsed star. 14-understanding significance - "World honoured One" to be investigated so, whose source is Ohm. Waste our lives in sin: addicted to the senses of judging such heredity. Is it not for a man who finds delight? The media is his recent book. Every stage of one's existence reflects both public interests and magnitude and direction. Don't conform to uniform circular motion, built on position - velocity - acceleration in projectile motion. It's all about the derivative of the self. Old college chum, after profound meditation exploits my logical expal wangled appointment with a subeditor: Ace of Pentacles. For the voices: 1964, a good year out of memory. Bravely, patiently, she continued to fight them in Christ. Old supernatural joy - horrible and disgusting with holy temerity. Why does this preconception persevere in relaxed unchastity as agency to my facilities? Why can't we rebuild ourselves to the might of the monarch Clark peak? 60 miles on state highway 14 west to consider heredity and audience. Every writer can benefit considering your whole audience means and pursue this topic - flitting fireflies on drowsy summer nights: sharp meaning weeping and distraught, limitless freedom. Breathlessly anxious miracles after millennia bring us to these spaces that are ours. This ought not baffle but strengthen defenses. Pillars, pylons, the sphinx, semper eadem. Love, they're yours! Leave no trace but shadows during the investigation - it is time. Unrest a heart - time was time is time - memory was memory is memory... was a village landmark powered first water-run nineteenth century east banks.
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