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|Hiya N and W,|
Reading some of your work and it's pretty damn good!!!!
Keep them coming!!!
|Sorely!!!!! The Five Sense Sore!!!!!|
Posted: 12/20/2006 5:14:46 AM
|While I still appreciate you,|
Let's find love while we may.
Because I know I'll hate you,
When you are old and grey.
So say you love me here and now,
I'll make the most of that.
Say you love and trust me,
For I know you'll disgust me,
When you're old and getting fat.
An awful debility
A lesson utility
A loss of mobility
Is a strong possibility.
In all probability
I'll lose my virility
And you your fertility
And this liability
Of total sterility
Will lead to hostility
And a sense of ... futility.
So let's act with agility
While we still have facility
For we'll soon reach senility
And lose the ability....
Your teeth will start to go dear,
Your waist will start to spread.
In 20 years or so dear,
I'll wish that you were dead.
I'll never love you then at all,
The way I do today.
So please remember,
When I leave in December,
I told you so in May.
|Abstract Rhythms....Time to drop you a line or.....two.....or......|
Posted: 12/30/2006 6:36:53 PM
|The Shadows |
Shadows dance and shadows move
They move along with nothing to prove
They follow me where as I go
Back and forth to and fro
As the sun goes down they disappear
Leaving me in the dark with nothing but fear
As the sun comes up and shines so free
There they are again shadows following me
If you give it away
They have won
They will never stay
Leaving you feeling bare
Lonely and haunted
Never again to care
Used and unwanted
Out of the Night
They lie there trying to take flight
Talking the dark out of the night
Whispering secrets into your ears
Playing on everything even your fears
They come to you when you are awake
Waiting for your concentration to break
They come to you when you are asleep
Trying to get a scream out of a peep
There they are trying to take flight
Moving out of the day and into the night.
Posted: 1/21/2007 7:58:21 PM
|The zone from Algiers, the toss that was turned, my throat never spoke.|
Riding in waves, inarticulate droll perliferates acoss the border,
where loved ones see only stars, jukeboxes, radical french philosophy,
dog poetry, hideous kinky, darling middle,
I would give you a universe to unleash your key,
But I'm watching for the lock, intently, you don't know how to use.
Posted: 1/22/2007 3:57:08 PM
By: Stan Rice ( 1942 - 2002 ) Died by brain tumor.
Why think these songs irrational.
They are no more so than the hive.
In mercury I seek the method of the molten.
I remember mercy in my praise of the chain.
The green apple is red where slapped.
Why should my psalms sicken, or be blasted
Like blackbirds by shotguns from trees.
Why would you bypass being adored by the radio.
for each gift pump the moment.
The herring are numerous
And the Lord's sperm are words,
As am I, I was lost
And sang my broken down songs in the hell of the hour.
Then in my heart moved an oar,
And I was found by a breeze from a door in the sea of forms
And I was rowed to the cherry trees on the shore.
( Those were the last words of an imperfect man to a God he may or may not have understood, as his little daughter died of Luekemia in his arms. The reason why his wife Anne Rice started writing vampire novels, because she wanted her family, and dead daughter to live forever and thus see a million wonders. Why, now, her last novel is about the life of Christ as a young man, because immortality is an illusion, and we all suffer, and are imperfect.
That is our true mark. God keep you, Stan Rice. )
Truce. I respect you're poems, marvelous rhyme, constuction, sense of territory, sorry if I overbear, please leave this flawed poet alone. ( My psalms are not yet healed. ) And you cannot heal them. They must find their own path, among a dangerous way. A way that was my way since the day I was born. Live and let Live.
|peace, tranquility, love, poetic warmth, the remembrace of before the strife!|
Posted: 3/9/2007 11:34:01 AM
Filling, as if empty,
Scorching, as a fire,
The hidden desire,
Like a bad dream,
Of what once was,
And still can seem
To be ....
Or is it too late
To make amends for what is,
but never was
|Abstract Rhythms |
Posted: 3/30/2007 7:52:27 PM
|Electric Letters exploding,|
Sparking eratic formations,
rythms and rymes,
Forming in lines,
Spewing like lava
|Abstract Rhythms |
Posted: 4/10/2007 10:23:09 PM
|Darkness comes I sit in thee|
Hovering slowly over me
Covering day’s brilliant light
Bringing on the darkened night
Shadowing in, the all around
Leaving nothing to be found
Concealed within the darken light
Abstract objects out of sight
Hidden from the morning sun
Assembled when the day begun
As the day’s new lights shine
A pristine beauty immensely divine
Posted: 4/11/2007 8:59:35 PM
|Floating gently above the ground|
Lightened footsteps without a sound
Taking me where memories sway
Talking all night with nothing to say
Wondering if life has just begun
Like the rising of the morning sun
Shared together by circumstance
From a night when time would dance
|Directly Abstract.............. |
Posted: 4/18/2007 10:29:14 AM
let the healing ,
|Directly Abstract......of life's intent........ |
Posted: 4/20/2007 9:34:27 PM
|In the dark the faces distend|
Emerging unlit monochrome
Shaped with darkness they transpire
Accumulated in profound ambiance
Are they apparitions of spirits lost
Indian guides or celestial beings
Angel sentries sheltering us from transience
Or are they just imaginary consequence
From a minds diluted judgment
In the wake of profound deliberation
Questions buried within the soul
Turmoil as the mind unfolds
Mysteries of the universe
Within intelligent astonishment
Pondering all of life’s intent
Posted: 5/1/2007 10:15:35 AM
|What will happen if I fly|
Slip out with the light
Run off with the dawn
And start again.
What will happen to my spirit
If I don’t move on and grow
Yet repeat a scenario until
Are so familiar I could live blindfolded and blinded
By my own delusions.
Posted: 5/1/2007 10:26:18 AM
|My insides are facing the world|
My blood drips into our mother Earth
The wind breaths through my veins and sends shivers within my under coat of sunkissed skin
My lips are inside out,
Licked by the rain and loved by the heat of the sun
Can you feel me?
Hear the beat of my heart as it slowly slips down the red river
To lay at the bottom of my legs by me feet.
Glimpse once more into my eyes
Before they are pecked and stolen
By a bird that flies forever away in the night
They alone will see the world
Yet my hands are still connected to my arms which lay at my feet with my heart.
They will not feel the world, for they are no longer alive.
Around, down and higher they go...
My eyes are gone but are now free
Their own being in the beak of a bird.
Can you see?
Yes, but I cannot register this for my brain lies in the hands of another
Waiting to be placed inside the cranium of a baby floating in a womb.
Posted: 5/3/2007 6:58:23 PM
|Born and bathed in golden hews|
It was rocked gently in the arms of a dark, autumn yellow
Its first words were whispered
As it floated in pools of orange yolks
And hummed its first lullaby
As it cascaded down brilliant streaks of fire flames
Landing softly onto the taffeta petals of a pale rose
It was cradled lovingly and began to feel comfort
And confidence through the pink
Into the joyful melody of fucia
The fucia swirled and spread
And taught it to dance to the sound of a rusty saxophone
Finally, it took rest from dancing and was aroused by a red fog
That had slowly come to slip over the fucia
It was rocked, touched, licked and loved by ruby
Clenched and released by the sweet smelling and sticky fog
It was left shivering in a bed of tears and sweat
Awaiting the thick cover of purple haze
It curled up in a ball and felt satisfaction and closeness for the first time
It was enveloped in purple velvet
Protected and warm
Where it learned relaxation and a sense of being
Eventually it grew cold, as the purple could no longer keep it warm
Then the blues descended with their spicy, sweet aroma
And the tunes of a broken heart
The blues descended so quickly that it had no time to feel the transition
From the lilacs to the midnight azuls
And so it lay,
Lonely by the blues and their spice
And their sweets with a hint of rum on the breath of a song
That sung a tune to the beat of its falling tears and wounded heart
And it along with the blues and the booze
Were suffocated by the profound silence of blackness
With the setting of the sun.
|Abstract Rhythms...in Witty's House|
Posted: 5/4/2007 8:33:08 PM
The time that binds
We escape our minds
We release again
We begin to send
To the future
From the past
We hope will pass
Down a stream
Of something near
Towards the dream
Away from fear
Back to when
We were chosen
To live a life away from
Posted: 5/10/2007 7:23:55 PM
He sees through eyes not like mine
Childlike innocence tender and kind
He laughs at things no one will know
People think his mind is slow
Although is mind is moving fast
An accident has mind aghast
Stealing the life he once knew
Leaving his mind scattered and unglued
I now wonder how he sees the world
And all the things his mind has squirreled
Does he see the same as I
Or just sit there and wonder why
Posted: 5/15/2007 9:37:15 PM
|The light shines into this empty room|
Glistening the air of this gentle tomb
Sparkles of dust suspended in time
The quiet of this room superbly sublime
The light dances in your graceful eyes
Covering the moment creating disguise
Bringing your fears into the darkened night
Traveling faster than the speed of light
You’re left paralyzed, eyes heavy as rock
Left in your mind for you to unlock
Your future spinning out of control
Burning in time deep into your soul
Longing to end the animation’s suspend
You wish for the wind to come and defend
The sparkles of dust suspended in space
Locked in this tomb holding their grace
But the light shines into this empty room
Glistening the air of this quiet tomb
The sparkles of dust still suspended in time
The quiet of this room superbly sublime
Posted: 5/18/2007 5:47:17 PM
|Time unfolds back onto itself|
With every crease a new simple complexity
Back into the comfort of memories lovers
I hover, in some sort of space between
The flash of eternity
Images keep flashing like fireflies in july
But the desert stands out static and bold
The nopales, magueille and the low lying moon
Pulsating with the rise of the earth inching closer towards the sky
Did I take a wrong turn?
Posted: 5/19/2007 1:25:32 AM
|Glistening sunshine into air|
Hovering silently in a stare
Days of summer a gentle dream
Flowing swiftly like a stream
Waves of heat…squiggly lines
Crawling on horizon’s vines
Inhaling summer into your lungs
Climbing up the ladder rungs
To your memories stored within
Memories of where you’ve been
Times of pleasure buried deep
Deep inside your soul to keep
Posted: 5/19/2007 11:27:29 PM
|I found a word that had no meaning|
I stared at it through broken shards
It gave me nothing
It haunted me
It told of what I missed
It was misunderstood
but I held it hard and strong till it became something.
It became poetic
It became love
It became mine
A broken pen still knows it's meaning when it remembers what it wrote.
Posted: 5/20/2007 5:11:43 AM
|From infinity to physicality…|
The seasons change from joy to sorrow
From fragrant lilacs to heavy snow
Amidst the death and the growth
The ebb and tide must go and go
And I along with the larks and loons
Migrate towards those distant shores
As the climate changes with each new Moon
And my vessel glides on the stroke of oars.
Posted: 5/20/2007 5:12:01 AM
|Then one day…|
Our young are born to follow our lead
Until they can flock in pursuit of their dreams
Yet, for now on us they shall feed
Like the soft green moss on the rocks by the Sea.
And the sun keeps on shining in from the West
When the late afternoon comes crashing to rest
To endure the painful glare of the high Sun’s test
While we wait for the promise of the evening’s caress.
Posted: 5/23/2007 10:52:39 PM
|Be content to dream|
Resting silently by a stream
Flowing gently in the glistening light
A blue heron taking flight
Reality crashes loudly in
Sounds of silence broken within
The screech of society racing by
Everything told becoming a lie
But be content to dream within
This crazy life we are caught wherein
We’ll fade away into dreaming bliss
Thinking of a tender kiss
Soft upon the lips of grace
To take us out of this crazy race
So be content to dream
And rest beside a gentle stream
Posted: 5/30/2007 10:19:24 PM
|The curse of memories carried through time|
Stored in my memory as if to align
All of the past and the present day
Of all the things that have gone astray
Memories stronger than the best of times
All the bad things as if they are crimes
I want to remember the things that are good
But the beautiful things are drifting like wood
Lost in the ocean deep in our psyche
Cast away far and ever so slightly
I guess it’s the worst that are pinned to the wall
Up in the front, much closer to call
Due to the embarrassment cause by the pain
They are pushed to the front where they will remain
Stronger than the good that should beat out the bad
They are pushed ever so forward making us sad
I try to remember what things make a smile
But each day it becomes harder taking awhile
But when I find the beauty and take it past
It smiles long in my memory and all the pain is surpassed
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