all of a sudden passion suddenly

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fall back
enjoy the hour
again

relive each second

turn the minute hand
slow
back and around
retrace
find the the previous peak

fall back
do that last hour
again
 
All those trees
undressing
so messily.
Standing naked at last,
Seeing their discarded clothes
In burning piles.

I'm leaning on my rake,
Satisfied.
 
I'm afraid of you
and afraid of me
and scared of the we
you and me
have come to be

It's like
You're my first love
my at last love

above all
over the top
head over heels
can't hide what I feel
I'm on fire
stop drop and roll love

And I'm not scared of the feelngs I feeling
I'm just afraid I can't be
the woman I need to be

The woman who deserves
this brand new
shiney love

and so I'm afraid
 
You
You
You

Forget you.

Why the hell after all these years
can’t I forget you?

I want to break you
because you broke me.

Baroque manifestations

Without consent
you went
and took up residence
in my mind.

Now
I want to disentangle you
and excommunicate you
from my brain.

The simple refrain of uninterrupted thought.
I’m shaken and shooken
this straight jacket is crooked
and all I want is to forget you
 
I know we've had this conversation before
a political conversation between friends
and three thousand casualties of war
but I can't stop, won't stop
the clock tick tock's and
still I think.
In the blink of eye my world changed forever. I was never patriotic,
and I have a problem with athourity.
My problem is everytime somebody gets some god damned authority
all of a sudden they abuse it.
misuse it.
.
Like absolute power corrupts absoulutly.
And I resolutly
accepeted my citizenship
in a country that would terrorize so many.
They teach the justifications in schools
institutions of fools and rules
There's just one thing I wanted to settle.

If Bush is Pinnochio, Who the hell is Gepetto?



More political musings :)
 
Finally I'm me.
the me I was meant to be from the beggining.
The person I was at first
before ideas entered my head and called me adverse.
before I was taught to question my nature.

For years I acted up
and prentended.
My fences went unmended
and my bridges were burnt
ashes to ashes dust to dust
I ran from dawn to dusk.

I tried to lie in my dreams
and gag my sub concious.

The cruel traitor dredging up the truths I called lies
and making me face facts that I wished like hell were fiction.

I saw who I was reflected in my "chinky" eyes
and too full lips.
The curve of my breasts and the jut of my hips
I was still struggling with black being beautiful
I had trouble finding beauty in myself.

I could see the writing on the wall
but I feigned illiteracy
to run from the intricacy
and complications of just being me.

I had a problem with self intimacy
I was the friend
and the enemy
How could I love anyone else when I couldn't even love me?

I was in a cold sweat constantly
afraid they would all see the truth in me
and then what?

I was dishonest as a campaigning politician
I put up walls and barriers
and there where areas of my mind that I crept around
the thoughts I didn't wan't to think.

I cried everynight for five years
because the truth hurt so much
it was killing me.

I was tired
tired of crying running and lying
tired of the staged interprtation of my life,

so I had to open up and let go
and finally just be me.
 
It's calling me again.
My calling is calling.
In a not so sweet, and not so gentle voice.
making demands and holding me hostage.

I hadn't wanted the situation to grow hostile.
but it went bad quickly.

See I never dreamed of fortune and fame.
Well I mean I did, of course I did but
That's not why I wrote...

That's not why I write.

I knew this thing
this magic
black magic
voodoo had seduced me.
and I love to hate it.
Or do I hate to love it?

Ohhhh but the seduction was so sweet.
Nouns and verbs from the tips of my fingers
oh so chic in black and white.

I have to write.
I mean this is my cross
It's a heavy burden to bear
but I have to carry it.

It's who I am.

My calling is calling again.
 
it just is

it just is

like light and dark, poetry is
it just is
born in tender trusting
smiles of babies
and lives deep
within the wrinkled faces
and thin-skinned hands
of our elders

it flows like water rushing
from ancient falls
and drips slow.... like molasses
on a
January
morning

it’s slow and soothing
a warm stone massage
after a long hard day

it’s fast!
intense, an orgasm, a twitch
a glance
from an admiring stranger
or a moment alone
just to think

it soothes and enrages
it makes us think
of ourselves
from outside our selfishness

it’s simple
like a leaf or a cloud
and complex like a lie
or a spider

woven, weaving
wow!

poetry is
it just is
a point of view
that the poet

chooses to share
 
needs,
seeds
hollyhock
mini maxi
mellowed verse violent
a spill, a hint at tip
breaking glass laughter
sky lit nite spelled
random
sands blown into clumps
around ankles, chins,
the poets big floopy ears
never ending flesh
sound of flesh
smell of never nding fire
 
Splinters

All spoken thoughts
are two-sided.
Together, our ideals
are polygonal.
Collectively,
we're crystalline,
but single-minded
in hazed perceptions.
Words so harsh,
shatter even prisms.
Broken glass splinters,
cuts every which way,
leaving jagged minds to
censure another's vision.
 
And so Jack would eat no fat
as he lived upon Desolations peak
where mosquitoe wings beat with
dramatic stillness
andeverysecondof70daysrollforsolongit
passes by in a blurr

and here I sit in a city of dramatica
monumental vanity vying for attention
the life of 3000 years in 12 weeks
drawn out as eternal timelessness

car horns drown out the mosquitos

so, why must sunsets be
MAD ORANGE FOOLS RAGING
when pools of light scream
loudly enough?

HomerPindar
 
I got this ache in my chest
and I can't breathe or take one more breath

Unless

I

protest


I must confess
that what I have to say
ain't the gospel
and I don't claim to be a prophet
and this time I'm not out to make a profit
see I have to repent
for the youth I misspent
the years when the truth was on the tip of my tongue
but I held back
afraid of the backlash.

The years when conforming was enough for me
and this rebellion of being a lyrical hellion

was hidden behind a dirty halo
to scared to speak up.
when I knew what was up.
I had my back to the light
and my face was turned to the shadows
I was to intelligent or maybe just to shallow
to see that it was me who was in the way.

Everybody thought I was hollow
but I was full of it .
To full of shit to spit a verse
that would strike a chord of truth
to much of a fool to see the proof.

See that's why I gotta stand up now
and speak what I know
it’s time to be raw
I gave up fear a long time ago

I don't care about hurt feelings
though it's not my intent.
And you can say I'm wrong
and that may be true,
but if I'm wrong
it's up to you to disprove what I'm saying.


Bring it on and be the next generation.
Bring a lyrical uprising to a
nation united in
turning a deaf ear
like they can't hear the wake up call.

See I know it's a comfort to
conform and return to a world of rose colored glasses,
and be part of the masses.


But I'm a weapon of mass destruction
under instruction to bring
reconstruction
To an unstructured world


In Jamaica Queens
They call me Dr. Bombay
cuz they be like

"Calling Dr. Bombay, calling Dr. Bombay. Emergency! Come right away!"


post 9/11
Brave new world
Who will save the new world?
Who will bring the new word
to be recorded in history's page?


Will we be the generation
decides to rage

Like rage against the dying of the light
and rage against the coming of the night
and rage to be rid of wrong
and rage in the name of all that is right.

I'm not talking about by any means necessary
and I'm not talking about means to an end
all I talking about is knowledge to
ensure that our physiological slavery ends

Put out a search light
and research
If you're a he search
if you're a she search
and we can search
and re-search

Cuz all I want is answers
and if I can't get answers I want to at least be a cause for questions.
 
passion

we are balanced
compressed and supressed
with suicide and rain
we are real
faded and chrome-plated memories
temporary
(they told us we were permanent)
but marker always smears
we were waves in the water
current flowing against the sun
so we let the oxygen cut through us like blades
each breath another attempt at dying
will we always be just waves?

-christina.
 
I wanted to end it all subtely
and I wanted to mend it all just as suddenly
I wanted to cop out
I was too tired to keep on fighting
I was to scared to read the wirtting
that was written on the wall

I wanted to fall.

A bottle of pills
pretty red and blue like candy
chased with a tutti frutti alcohol elixer
I could sleep for days hours or minutes
then it would be over

But inherent to my nature
I was to brave to be a coward
and when life got hard
I got even harder

Worn around the edges but still
a square peg trying to fit in a round hole.
 
she

slept through the alarm
got everyone ready anyway
drove and drove
and drove
forgot stuff
twice
sweat anyway
laid on a table
letting a mistress of pleasure
rub every little stress out of her
felt energy
hunger
ate some tuna
with sprouts
and delicious tomato
found jordan almonds
between her lips
and watched some blond chic
kick ass
but not as well as she does
on the daily
 
Glimpsed by the highway
Still in shorts,
His nobby knees look cold.
Grizzled, shambling, hitching.

"No, he probably smells."

I crane my neck as we pass.
He nods and smiles.

I find I am crying.
 
Tristesse said:
Glimpsed by the highway
Still in shorts,
His nobby knees look cold.
Grizzled, shambling, hitching.

"No, he probably smells."

I crane my neck as we pass.
He nods and smiles.

I find I am crying.

Self-Preservation has made us
so cold.
The disconnection we project out
is equal to the coldness
we feel within.
We shiver at our loss
of innocence.
We cringe at our failure
to assist.
Do not take on guilt.
For those you love
must come first.
Innocence lost
is better than
lives lost.
Windmills
never shoot,
never hit,
never rape.
Make the world
a better place
some other way.


:rose: :heart:
 
In western Wyoming,
somewhere along Route 80,
there's a lone truck stop to
alert those who fly by that the
exit there leads to a lone town
off to one side.

I stand there now,
pinned in by storms on three fronts,
watching those mad raging pools
running down behind lightening clouds.

Off the road -
over by the barbwire -
there's a spot of grass I'm eyeing.
Should those colors run off without me
I suppose it's there I'll lie
to sleep, perchance to stay dry.

But it's a long six hours awake
in the back of a tar truck for me,
with the two hispanics in the cab
driving the rain down the tarp
to pool upon me through the night.

HomerPindar
 
piercings, even better

left ear three
right one
sticking making holes
in body,mind

flower inked
left shoulder blind
to me faded
after twenty-something years

life
awake
detached from piercings
better made
while sleeping


( for oxalis, whose poetry popped up 4 times out of 12 spins last night, and whose poetry made my dreams very interesting :)
 
Compline

In the great nave of Chartres
A blind woman took my hand
And taught me how to see
The sounds and echoes
Of light and shadow
That danced off ribs and vaults
That seemed to breath
In sympathy.
 
eek
what a week
not over

airport hours
measured in
dog years

another tall beer
and a long legged lady
with unbuttoned blouse
turns my head
and makes the wait
worthwhile
 
Agitation 101

Finally
there is a time
and a place
appropriate
for soap-box
standpoints
and profilic
powerful speech.

So I stay silent.

What is the use
of soap-box
standpoints
and speaking up
when you already
have everyone's
attention?

This I wonder.

If I raise my voice
for the reason
of breaking through,
why should I raise it
for the listening,
politely nodding
of my peers?

So I stand down.

Let the converted
preach to eachother
and find me another
soap-box for my
standpoints,
where I can
shove my words
down the throats
and spines
of bigots,
zealots
and droning
dogmatizers.

Step up, speak out,
disturb, demand
and disrupt.

Shout,
or shut the hell up.
 
I saw you for the first time
turning from the light
and took a photo
with my heart.
 
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