all of a sudden passion suddenly

Status
Not open for further replies.
Falling apart

the leaves curled
rough brown edges
touching
my world,
gentle green
vitality
trickled dew
glistened teardrops
diamond scattered
dust

slowly uncurled
starting
to fall apart,
scattered senses
spiraling senseless
to lay
bare beneath
your feet.
will someone catch
me please?
 
His chain

so strong,
so beautiful
arced silver
looped links
glisten
holding one on to the other
that only a blazing fire
raged melting heat
that only force
cutting sharp
sheer strength
contrary snap
could break this chain

yet it has been broken
contrary, confused
heart-broken
sitting on space
fog surrounding
walls, empty
white
blank
for the first time
i don’t understand
T/they don’t want my help
but i have to be
so strong for T/them

other friends have probems
another moving far away
Two so busy, yet call
when things get too much
children home
and explotions of emotions
volcanic eruptions of tears
driving sleet of pain
and i wonder
who do i have to hold on to
no one
i need this right now
dearly
 
beat beat beat beat
heart breaking through my ribs
just to see you smile

blood rises to surface
heat and need meld
just to see you smile

turn the corner and come back
walk by the cafe again
just to see you smile
 
Brokenged and Disturbiosed
from the freak phase

deadgrass.jpg


segmented in lonely, lonely,
square me a dab of dead

grass, shutters
wood and window.


i wear numb, dumb head
impaled on a neck
(get-me-through-the-day head)

but i'm always watch-aware
listen-think in my center.

drift
image out,
diced to be whole.
 
a cry circled the sky
then falling,
spiraled morning
dove of dawn
injured in flight
dark clouds squeezing
teardrops until silent

soft down fluttered
feathered whispers
sighing stream
of pain, curled
to rivers plumed
coiling columns
of liquid quill

and you read
reached to catch
swirling veils of current
caressing touch across
the surface
a shimmered
soft mist rising
 
If I'd known you
in strawberry dresses
teddy bears and tea parties
I'd have taken you on my knee
and given you magic gifts
that you could have opened now

I'd whisper in your ear
pppshhhh sbesh pssssh pssh pescha pessh
those are secret words
it will make your dreams come true
someday..there is always someday

and this kiss on your cheek
will take you off crosses
that you find yourself on
and heal you
with unconditional love
it is always with you

and this hug will hold all the good things in
and keep all the bad things out


and when we walk
and i hold your tiny hand in mine
it is practice for
that handsome prince
who will find you
and love you
just the way you dreamed it would be

But you are grown now
and I've no magic to offer
no words to mend what life has done

but were it in my power
you'd be a little girl again
and I
would watch over you...
 
so turned a tide and left upon my shore
your battered shell, immaculate but bruised
and I, the fool, came rushing back once more
to salvage what the roaring storm abused

so turned a tide when sunrise turned to dawn
when rays of day left tender trails on skin
they watched me meet a gaze of never gone
and all I ever dreamt came rushing in

so turned a tide because I turned around
the murmur stopped, the hammers struck a chord
a driftwood doll companion I had found
a hand in mine, the scavenger's reward
 
dreamlettes

bring your children out
into summer air
have them fill their lungs
with promise and rebirth

on the cusp of decay
we balance box kite days
barefoot bug hopping
oasis seeking tender feet

unclothed and unburdened
the soul throws its arms to heaven
and rejoices in
this temporary splendor


drowsy ice cream eyes
rubbed with chocolate stained fists
home to bed my darlings
and windows open for night breezes

these sunyellow days
we all stretch up
trying in vain to get to nirvana
before the winter chill
 
I like poets
who can say fuck
with panache
they'd seem mutually
eclusive
fuck and panache
but sometimes
metaphoric ambiance
is irritating

like sometimes
you don't understand
is not clear
because what you really
mean is you don't know
shit from shinola


and face it
some people don't

like sometimes
the moon is just the moon
clouds are just puffs
of condensation
in the sky which is just
the atmosphere

and we all know
that sometimes
atmosphere is best
prosaic you can have
too much ambience
which leads to ennui
when you really
are fucking bored
 
someone hit me on the head with a pan cover please....

obsessive

i am beginning
to think, feel
that i don’t know
what love is.

So many say love
yourself,
then you will be
truly happy

i love myself …

when i cause a smile
a peek at hope
teasing shyly
seeming timid, breathless

when there is no pain
for a second
and all that counts
is right then

touched hearts
minds
eyes
embracing heat

of each tiny particle
of energy
emanating
recharging life

not this spiraling
emptiness,
surrounded silence
peripheral still

when no one is
angry or hurt
misbelieving
stubborn denial

i love myself
when there is peace
and pieces fit
of being

when there is
none, it is
still love for myself
and caring

i just can’t shut off
the pain,
the loudness, harsh
light

minds screaming
while forcing smiles
into voices
vibrant sure with laughter

making sure i am alright
it is not about me
i feel no pain
in my world

...but yours
 
Voices within

Emptiness ,
craving distraction
cast its eyes to others,
avoiding introspection

Stop and see
those anxious moments
others cling to
are just an echo
of your own

Long after theirs have
have been resolved,
vanished into air,
the whispers you
tried to ignore
still linger
waiting there

Hear those voices
as you would
the growing pains
of your own child

Give them comfort
and company
Know them
Teach them
Set them free.
 
broken switch

hope would pulse
threaten for a second
to escape
trained confinement

then would come
yearning, needing
begging with eyes
heart bleeding

torn and slashed
as emptiness
gashed its shell
filling shut

again, again
as silent cries
ached for one touch
of this love.

hope kept her going
dreaming her life
after she left
some time, some how

if not in one
then another
a unioned contract
of promise

so easily fragmented
to be stored in a warehouse
of boxes
all the same

hope had flared then
but it was beaten
out this time
wrung from mind

i can hope for many
and much,
but for this
i cannot hope.
 
personae interchangeable

multiple neurosis, inconsistent
with chronic fatigue, malnutritive
misdiagnosis
I fail to see the relevance of
an hour of us, twice a week

surely, you jest, whose interest
confess, do you hold close
to your heart?

I say tis your wallet, though
it's not all your faul-let
you intended to make mom
and step-dad so proud

but now you are resting
on the loaves of your laurels
and you have no idea to which pseudo
you owe thanks

dear therapist, though no business of mine
take a vacation,
stop wasting your ( plural) time
cause I have my hangups
and you have yours,
and hers,
and his
and thine :D
 
thank you tu

please do not confuse me with the numbers

october should be 8

what happened to base ten

it was a religious thing, yes?


religion
is to numbers

what spirituality
is to words

dont ask me what that means


one who lives in months opast
or not yet here

spin me round dizzy pin the tail on rtomorows ass

blurred nauseous and starving

missing my oxygen

we were never meant to survive
well no fucking kidding

take me another month


maybe UI will get it right



and thank you
for the reminder
at least I did not miss getting my kid on the bus.....

damn how many days before they take our angels
from their mud and sunblock?
 
thank you tu

the finger
impatient
quivers over the button

stutters
presses twice
anticipation over powers patience
 
Last edited:
dream is path
by smithpeter ©


dream is path
through grain ocean
through beast moraine

a discussion of spirit ensues
about too big words for me,
ulali and pretence

ongway,
a segue to oneness
choral downbeat

owls, more owls
send me sleep,
father duties persist

lover waits in meadow
she spins paint and soil
she empowers surround

our unacquainted fathers
now watch movement
slow to them

II

four legs long
is our pressing
two chests
four nipples conniving,
conversing tits wanting time alone
while lips murmur in ignorance
of the private parts party plans,
hope and mystery
purple and red
blue and union
onion lèche bunion
Laissez Bon Temps Roulet

1/11/04


~
one word comes into boxes
root hairs suck in l'eau de mineral

earth moves
more tremble fall to the gravity
of one soaking many

calcium erodes
sinkholes follow
fathers matching portraits

you say
it is okay
these are just things that happen

nine years ohio streets
then alone
you gave her more

compare notes
he was not a list maker
iron striker
he was no saint

four barely crossing half a century
watch from the finish line

the men wait
do what they want
four fathers
watch their women pass cool water
rock batons into air
they keep running for you

sleeping with your half century
sipping down air

a word a day appears
in boxes
tied in ribbons packaged in sawdust

motion

as 8/21/04
 
it is not
ego
worship
obsession or a claim
on your existance
that brings me back

i cannot
still cannot bear a day without your heated presence
words
love
life

i must breathe you in
even if the air is
burning
singe
path

the pain is inconsequential
it must be suffered

i cannot let you cool

promises will be kept

as 8/21/04
 
lie
by 2rivers ©
nestle warm
simple surges, laughter
coos of spring, pulling back the leaves
sexy bare earth
odor of life, purpose
stretch out long

4-18-04

~~~~~~~


sunflower planted by swingset
stunted short by small feet kicking
leaves have made up for height
body size fig leaf I will send you a picture

you have
no
eyes

or fingers to run across the wide head of this miracle of
multiflora falling to ground under touch
these small fingers you spoke of
yes hers too

like a mirror boys for girls

two leaves
another miracle
two leaves from the seed in hand
that night that night that night
I am the only person who will ever remember
that night and these seeds

now returning again
to seed

I did not know these black and yellow
gold finch would appear from no where
every day hiding or not hiding in my sunflowers

they never leave

would they come to me covered in seed
I need to feel the stratch and bite
where are you


soon this flower bed
will be a bed to be raked
"you have to rake your beds"

fuck these seasons for coming still
damp earth the smell of life
no calm no zen no acceptance
will be felt resignation was a ruse
my metal spade stabs the soil of the autumn I can already feel it give


has no one told them it is finished?

you ask
has no one told you
that it is not?


__________________
:(
 
Re: thank you tu

annaswirls said:
please do not confuse me with the numbers

october should be 8

what happened to base ten

it was a religious thing, yes?


religion
is to numbers

what spirituality
is to words

dont ask me what that means

shit, i was hopin for an answer
but nothin ever comes
my way, not in this life
or the next, damned
in four dimesions
maybe 5 or 6
depends on how you do the math

somebody's
either dividing or multipling
by zero again
and applying it
to me

Love your new work anna - sorry, had a sudden burst of expiration
 
Re: Re: thank you tu

twelveoone said:
shit, i was hopin for an answer
but nothin ever comes
my way, not in this life
or the next, damned
in four dimesions
maybe 5 or 6
depends on how you do the math

somebody's
either dividing or multipling
by zero again
and applying it
to me

Love your new work anna - sorry, had a sudden burst of expiration

apologies for bursts
sudden at that~qwell
expire prespire exporate certainly when you must

but please do not apologize

should have smacked me with a what do you mean
you don't know what it means
you said it damn it anna


anna of no answers should be a palindrome in there somewhere
 
just wrote these two, they were supposed to be one poem, but somehow it needs to be two, rhythm doesnt flow the whole way through, two different poems, or find a way to carry on down the poem, but it would be too strong for the ending, keeping the same beat...duh, anyways

why

historically
speaking,
histrionically
astronomically
atomically
ironically

comically dry
quick soft
sharp snuff
of surprise,
wondered
waste of why

is there honestly
love?
words spake whole…
what is more
than that?

how can only
one
be loved
exclusively?
 
lustful blip on the sensory input transistors
deep in the centre of my hippocampus
where the lizard brain lives

surviving on scarce scraps gleaned from the air
as I remember a touch of your lips
crudely scented of pussy and semen

drives my hips forward and upward as I rest
REM sleep making me wet and restless
I didn't know that lizards dream
 
thisis not complicated
no quantum physic omni theories
or cricket rules explained
scribbled in panic
on a grease stained napkin

no, I'll bet if you only
lean forward
rest on the table edge
wrap bare arms
around your solar plexus
to present your presence
and whatever delights
that dwell in your
heaving
bosom

then you will see
it's not complicated
a no-brainer
to disarm my eloquent
almost elegant wizard's wit
and make me sputter
with the best of them

like I know I souldn't
but I know I will

so why pretend
I'm better than a man
who battles for control
forever uphill
in the presence
of something more
than mere perfection
 
The sky is intense,
smoke blue, painted
with trompe l'ouile clouds,

but it's just Monday,
driving to work,
sniffing authumn,
which is tapping
on this town's door,
and just brushing
the tips of a few trees.

It's just autumn beginning,
still hesitant
before it turns everything
clown bright with leaves strewn
and wind nipping, autumn
hurrying itself toward winter.

Still it's just Monday,
badging past security doors,
waking up, buying diet Coke,
sneaking a hallway stealth smooch.

See you later.
 
Status
Not open for further replies.
Back
Top