| round and round we go deja vuPage 9 of 11 (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11)|
|Rain soaks skin, slipping|
All barriers subside droplets
into a bucket of wants
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Posted: 8/29/2012 8:12:37 AM
|let us not talk of love|
No promises on empty air
Do not encourage hope
Of what has already gone
fleeting and passing passion
For had you professed
Your love less and Just did it..
I would have known
and never questioned
To Find answers
That turned my
Heart to Stone...
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Posted: 8/30/2012 9:11:59 PM
|August's moon soaked end|
Welcomes the warm winds
Of Septembers changing harvest
The year slipped by from
Our first night shared
Nothing but stars shining
And the iridescence of lunar
Light interrupted our union
So in tune, the music of our
Voices harmonized, together
Through bleak winter months
Promises of spring we held
As summer faded, we grew
Alone each monthly cycle
Burgeoned with silence and strife
Of our attempts to recapture
The comfort of open fields
Hoping for a harvest full
Of each others love
We were separate, though
Inseparable partners, now
I am with myself, and the
Full moon shines upon my
brushes all remnants of pain
remembered, and loneliness
I couldn't forget while you
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Posted: 9/14/2012 11:01:24 PM
Sight streaked with red vines
Swollen from bloody water coursing
From a broken vena cava
Breath held in a voice suffocated
With words bloated in promise
Spoken to soothe the pain
Turn my blood blue frigid
I waited turned into the driveway
Called your Mama...
She called back... checking on me
But she was early...
You were late again...with your promises
there is only the blood of a broken
heart in my tears....
The over salted eggs
Never again you said...
"I will salt my own food..."
U R to funny
as I M to happy...
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Posted: 9/15/2012 12:13:48 AM
|reposting Poem from March 28th 2010|
Unholy light shines
Over current swift
The Moonchild's shadow
Flows as quicksilver
We were dancing
To the king's birth.....
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Posted: 9/15/2012 2:18:10 AM
|Ive been going through old posts|
and found a borrowed line
here in your thread
from user names of yesterday
its funny they are not gone
just simply forgotten
still enjoying your writes
after all this time :)
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Posted: 9/15/2012 2:22:34 AM
tigress of another name'
You never lose your claim
Fame traces every curve
In six to eight lines....
Posted: 9/15/2012 3:35:57 AM
Is to know intentions
Of a conception
To find form in perception
One only creates...
We need a structure
One welcomes and receives
To a structure
To know as our
Intent on the conception
Of boundaries formed...
Posted: 9/15/2012 5:01:44 PM
|A little rework rewrite..|
Did you sleep well?
Did you enjoy yourself?
What did you dream?
Did your memory glow full
Of a warm social gathering..
Lull you into a peaceful sleep
To bring visions of sugar, spice and everything nice...
I did not sleep- Noir socialize..
I poured my heart to a net of strangers
Questioned my sanity and your capability???
Feared for your safekeeping and mine...
The nights blues fading to holy black
I saw with no distortion reflecting the color of love
Obsessive in its grasp-- tainted- enuff to satisfy my soul
Found me prone, bare pendulous drooping breast
Pressed to the floor, arms outstretched--
hands clenched and clasped wringing out a prayer
to God "Free me from this pain" sobbing
Wailing at the wall, snakes curled waiting
The Goddess within, twisting turning through
The maze of my womb, open the maws unfurl
Thy forked tongue between fangs that gape
Bloody with lost lives,give birth to venomous
Clarity, replacing tears of salt with sanguine
vein filled eyes- Open to see in all men
the statue of stone that traps their soul
When they see a woman's face full of "F*ck U"
Surrounded by hair wild on her head
Brought forth from her own womb by God's had.
Leave the pulpy flakes of skin shed each time
She circled the full moon to bleed--
Count the days to crones life in the sun.
Medusa, I fear naught of your countenance--
For you are the mirror of my soul...
Posted: 9/16/2012 8:10:03 AM
|aaah the sheep of the keep..|
Fear a false wolf whose skin
Was taken, and knows
The drag of "Drag"
Enjoys the deceit
But has a receipt,
For loss of a soul
in the wrong body.
While the sheep
Of the keep,
Worship a Shepard,
Sprayed in the cologne
Of Heaven scent,
Washed and purified
in the blood of lambs,
Means to what end,
a "Lobo" to my
Creates Anosmia, allowing
Me to dream walk
Incense of Herbs
Keeps the Sheep
Of the Keep
Posted: 9/16/2012 9:44:04 PM
it was there
I saw it, felt it
but when I found
it there was no
evidence it had ever
I was so thirsty
Wandering in the
Wasteland of your heart
I kept seeing the promise
Of love, in the distance
but every time I moved
forward towards it
It would disappear
I hunted and searched
for just a taste, but it only
moved farther and farther
into the recesses of your
heart, and I could not
find my way, the
treasure map you gave
Me was coded in secrets
that you never shared,
And the legends of the map
Were all misrepresented...
You left only this map,
and a promise, that if I
could figure it out, it was
mine:The mirage of your love..
I will always remember
how I struggled to find
an oasis and thirsted
for the promise of love,
in the hot sand
of time, and lost my way...
on broken promises,
Too tired and thirsty
I left you alone,
on the road you travel
a mirage of my love...
an oil spill on hot asphalt
I hope one day the pavement
Meets the beach....
The inviolable oil and hope filled water
Heal our hearts...
and we stop perceiving
The inferior vision of Love...
And receive our respite
To experience Love
In our journeys through
Time on the road of life..
Posted: 9/17/2012 9:15:30 AM
|http://rosiamar.nm.ru/ruslan.html (credit for translation can be found here)|
The following is the beginning translation by another author of the poem "Ruslan and Liudimila" by A. Pushkin
On seashore far a green oak towers,
And to it with a gold chain bound,
A .learned cat whiles away the hours
By walking slowly round and round.
To right he walks, and sings a ditty;
To left he walks, and tells a tale....
What marvels there! A mermaid sitting
High in a tree, a sprite, a trail
Where unknown beasts move never seen by
Man's eyes, a hut on chicken feet,
Without doors, without windows,
An evil witch's lone retreat;
The woods and valleys there are teeming
With strange things.... Dawn brings waves that, gleaming,
Over the sandy beaches creep,
And from the clear and shining water
Step thirty goodly knights escorted
By their Old Guardian, of the deep
An ancient dweller.... There a dreaded
And hated tsar is captive ta'en;
There, as all watch, for cloud banks headed,
Across the sea and o'er a plain,
A warlock bears a knight. There, weeping,
A princess sits locked in a cell,
And Grey Wolf serves her very well;
There, in a mortar, onward sweeping
All of itself, beneath the skies
The wicked Baba-Yaga flies;
There pines Koshchei and lusts for gold....
All breathes of Russ, the Russ of old
There once was I, friends, and the ?at
As near him 'neath the oak I sat
And drank of sweet mead at my leisure,
Recounted tales to me.... With pleasure
One that I liked do I recall
And here and now will share with all.
(more to follow)
Posted: 9/18/2012 10:18:33 AM
|Ruslan and Liudmila (continued credits same as above)|
The ways and deeds of days gone by,
A narrative on legend founded....
In princely banquet chamber high,
By doughty sons and guests surrounded,
Vladimir-Bright Sun holds a fete;
His daughter is the chosen mate
Of Prince Ruslan, and these two linking
In marriage, old Vladimir's drinking
Their health, a handsome cup and great
To his lips held and fond thoughts thinking.
Our fathers ate 'thout haste-indeed,
Passed slowly round the groaning tables
The silver beakers were and ladles
With frothing ale filled and with mead.
Into the heart cheer poured they, truly....
The bearers, bowing, solemn-faced,
Before the feasters tankards placed;
High rose the foam and hissed, unruly....
The hum of talk is loud, unceasing;
Abuzz the guests: a merry round.
Then through the hubbub, all ears pleasing,
There comes the gusli's rippling sound.
A hush. In dulcet song and ringing
Bayan, the bard-all hark him well-
Of bride and groom the praise is singing;
He lauds their union, gift of Lel.*
Lel -the Slavic god of love.
Ruslan, o'ercome by fiery feeling,
Of food partakes not; from Ludmila
He cannot tear away his eyes;
He flames with love, he frowns, he sighs,
At his moustache plucks, filled with torme
And, all impatience, counts each moment.
Amid the noisy feasters brood
Three youthful knights. In doleful mood
They sit there, their great tankards empty
With downcast eyes, the fare, though tempting,
Untouched; the goblets past them sail;
They do not seem to hear the tale
Of wisdom chanted by Bayan....
The luckless rivals of Ruslan,
Of love and hate a deadly brew
In their hearts hid, the three are too
O'erwrought for speech. The first of these
Is bold Rogdai of battle fame
('Twas he who Kiev's boundaries
Stretched with his blade); the next, the vain,
Loud-voiced Farlaf, by none defeated
At festal board, but tame, most tame
Mid flashing swords and tempers heated;
The last, the Khazar Khan Ratmir,
A reckless spirit, aye, and ardent.
All three are pale-browed, glum, despondent:
The feast's no feast, the cheer's no cheer.
Posted: 9/27/2012 2:20:04 PM
|Ruslan and Liudima|
It's over, and the teasiers rise
And flock together. Noise. All eyes
Are smiling, all are on the two
Younff newlv-weds.... Ludmila. tearful,
Looks shyly down: her groom is cheerful,
He beams.... Now do the shades anew
Embrace the earth, e'er nearer creeping,
The murk of midnight veils the dome....
The bovars. by sweet mead made sleepy,
Bow to their hosts and make for home.
Ruslan's all rapture, all elation....
AVhat bliss! In his imagination
His bride caresses he. But there
Is sadness in the warmth of feeling
With which, their happy union sealing,
The old prince blesses our young pair.
The bridal couch has long been ready;
The maid is led to it.... It's night.
The torches dim, but Lei already
His own bright lamp has set alight.
Posted: 9/27/2012 2:28:56 PM
|My own: Inspired by music|
For Tomorrow won't
Fore the Break of Dawn
Finds it gone...
There has never been
Any reason for why-
To make believe a lie
But to imagine the prime
Posted: 9/28/2012 11:22:20 PM
|Doesn't mean nothing till|
its signed on the dotted line;
A name never found
In any book, the signature
anonymous falls in the bottom
corner of the paining,
and at the binding round
the pages, when I sign
On the dotted lign-
you won't remember
who I was, but the contract
A name you knew not
in life, the name
never dropped in certain circles
too square to find the curve
lost in cursive, the Alpha
the Oh mega millions-
Did you win the lottery?
A poker game where
Black shades of Blindness
Leave me to feel the braille
Of your soul- a dotted lign
Posted: 9/29/2012 6:13:55 AM
from the "emperor of Ice Cream"
When that sling shot
held a rock, to knock
Goliath, with one stone
Harvey came home
and demanded to bone
Drag through locks a comb
only long tendrils will do
To untie the knot of time
Holding the corset firmly
To waste, the Goddess
A womb full of waist
No longer in grace
A cVnt replaced
To one disgrace
Forever Sheath the sword
To hear the black raven
Call to crows, beaks of black
To one of gold...found
A cave full of bats
and scurrying rats
escape, leaving behind
Legends of the fall,
In paintings on the wall.
The time clock ticks
lost the hand that held
The carving knife,
betwixt the cutting board
And a counter thinks twice
before making it nice,
To the ear that hears victory.
While the blind mice
Settle in for holey Swiss,
Entrapped on the battlefield
Of Defeat.... De Nile
Natchez tres, of Nahal Iteru
Posted: 9/29/2012 8:07:01 AM
|You'll take me with you|
Where the beers flowing
The smokes choking
The talks brewing and bubbling
Tell stories of our ill affairs
My mouth is dry
My stomach hungry
But when I speak,
I am told no ears
To hear through
me not to drink,
don't smoke the choke,
Cause those lips refuse
to kiss who I am,
The words I speak you can't
Understand when I am high
So you get high while I stay
dry, tell another lie....
STFU>>> Designated driver....
Posted: 9/29/2012 8:16:50 AM
|Shut the Lid...|
If what you said meant anything.
Other I would listen, and hear
But I speak just to hear
Vibrations in my ear
To validate I am here
But the beat of tenor
On my tympani, from
My own strumming
Sounds like shovels
Full of dirt hitting,
My coffin lid.
A hollow hole on hallowed ground
Stories told over and over again
To confirm a part in the circle
Of society, dropping names
Like coins in a slot machine
As you hope to catch the jackpot
Of common knowledge,
Win the jackpot of friends found
In similar lives along the river,
Where a boat ties us to history
And every new day that begins
As sunrise mourning frost, lost
In yesterday's hoary blanket
fading on the horizon, a dove grey
Sheet to catch mulberries, shaken
From the tree, Our hands stained
with our last meal , hold the
Butterfly net chasing the monarch
Posted: 9/29/2012 8:12:50 PM
|So a mouse a friend|
But looking for green
On the long walk,
ead weard of the crucis
Found Death and Destruction
Humanity lost in belief
Pride and prejudice
meekly we wallow
In our electric chair
Shrouded in the mile
of their smiles, vengeance
Find the truth, of the wild
West shoot everyone dead,
and then try and ask a question...
have a cigar, take it from the box
On the left, the right one is never right
Oh surely happy guardian,
You lost Gabriel, and Micheal
To the left and to the right,
At the cross, to protect your
seat in the middle...
Found the current of the cap,
a makeshift silver pyramid.
Tinfoil creases and crushes
No matter how you touch it...
An antennae, radio wave deflector,
Or Light refactor,
Will your green grow
In the humidity trapped,
In that casserole dish,
Lined with aluminum
Foil all the plans to burn
On the low down to find
A high, you can't capture
The Moon with the Sun...
So let her go...Too full
For you, baying and howling
As you try to shape shift,
To pay homage but lost
In the eyes that see you
Exactly as you are,
Innocent in truth,
and lost to the lie
Of Flesh refusing
Neither breaking or bending,
A mouse to most
"They are all rodents"
You see.. words
You speak to capture
the eye of might,
That gazes on you,
Ignore the call, no
matter how it comes...
Keep the empty cigar box...
The mouse ran away with
And the Cow well she played
skip rope with the moon...
Her sacrifice of blood,
Silver puddles on the slaughterhouse
Floor, five fleshly steaks,
And Five organs harvested
So you can curtly thank,
The butcher and the waitress
For your good hunting track..
Lay your carrots and don't
Look for a wild cow....As you
Bait Deers for she has a date
With Destiny....To feed the nations
meat and milk...
Sacred she is to some...
Posted: 9/29/2012 8:43:59 PM
|ruslin and Liudmila cont..|
Love offers- see—its gifts most tender,
Its fondest wish at last comes true,
On carpets of Byzantine splendour
The jealous covers fall.... Do you
The sound of kisses, love's sweet token.
And its soft, whispered words not hear?
Does not-come, say-the murmur broken
Of shy reluctance reach your ear?
Anticipation fires the spirit,
O'erjoyed the groom... But lo!-the air
Is rent by thunder, ever nearer
It comes. A flash' The lamp goes out,
The room sw^ays, darkness all about,
Smoke pours.... Fear grips Ruslan, defeating
His native pluck: his heart stops beating...
All's silence, grim and threatening.
An eerie voice sounds twice. There rises
Up through the haze a menacing
Black figure.... Coiling smoke disguises
Its shape.... It vanishes....
Posted: 9/30/2012 8:07:16 AM
Poor groom, on his brow drops of sweat,
Starts up. by sudden dread beset,
And for his bride-O fateful hour!-
With trembling hand gropes anxiously..
On emptiness he seizes, she
Has by some strange and evil power
Been borne away.... He's overcome....
Ah, if to be love's martyr some
Unfortunate young swain is fated,
His days may well be filled with gloom,
But life can still be tolerated.
But if in your arms, after years
Of longing, of desire, of tears,
Your bride of but one minute lies
And then becomes another's prize,
'Tis much too much... Quite frankly, I,
Were such my case, would choose to die!
But poor Ruslan's alive and tortured
In mind and heart.... O'erwhelmed by news,
Just then arrived, of the misfortune,
The Prince, enraged, turns on the youth.
The whole court summoning, "Ludmila....
Where is Ludmila?" thunders he.
Ruslan does not respond. "My children!
Your merits past high hold I.... Free,
I beg, my daughter from the clutches
Of evil. I am helpless; such is
Old age's piteous frailty.
But though I am too old to do it,
Not so are you. Go forth and save
My poor Ludmila, you'll not rue it:
He who succeeds, shall-writhe, you knave!
Wby did you not, wretch, base tormentor,
Know how to guard your young wife better?
Posted: 10/9/2012 12:05:19 PM
|behind every good man--|
yes behind, a woman follows
eyes on a derriere, jiggled
By lopsided heels, to shorten
The calves and protrude the butt
A trick devised to give that
wiggle in her walk and giggle
In her talk, They only saw
behind, themselves the
Reflection of women
Shadowed by their greatness
A long necked goose,
Doesn't want it loose
But hopes she will be
Silly enough to be the
Butt of his retreat,
Graceful and awe inspiring
In a skirt that doesn't
Reveal the music
Of stable piano legs
But diamond thighs
Take all the heat
For his failure to be a man...
Posted: 10/9/2012 9:36:41 PM
|Leave me pastels in french,|
Ride your motorcycle in the rain,
Give me a petoskey stone,
yet leave me alone, more
Than not, a stone in pocket
to paint a picture in the locket
Of my heart, once opened
Warmed by your hand,
To reveal never never land
A rock used to destroy,
A weapon not a tool
The choice was yours....
Posted: 10/10/2012 12:31:48 AM
|a love dance|
in a manger
wise and gifted
to avoid the goats
the sheep and mules
the randiness displayed
in horns that rub
on fences and skin
to be as we are
subjects of belief
Of society gone awry
but to say amen
following a prayer
to call out nature
Is only coptic another
way to say so be it....
what shines under the sun
decomposes and is absorbed
committed to marriage
and partnership of a dowry
symbolized in rings of bondage
found everywhere under the light...
to be property of another is to discover
that we do not belong to ourselves....
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