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[Mar. 14th, 2006|03:11 pm] |
strange dreams have touched me
in my resting place anew;
and, i half-recall reflections
of dissections
of this wordless view.
well-rounded concepts
map our wordly ways, as though
no small-scale globe would do..
i STILL believe in
that monster of the black sea; and, it
slightly gets to me...
and you-- and you know better yet,
as you i'm sure you shall have checked
its every latitude and longitude.
at very depths,
the ocean floor has scales--
we call them conchs and scallops.
(don't you think it could
be different to the whales?
i wouldn't doubt it--)
something new is soon to bloom
the changing of the tides
upon the sliver of the moon
to rise this half-swallowed shoreline.
and, withall my room for superstition
do abide;
the fancy of the phosphates,
which have yet escaped our earthen mines.
respect the salts!
the ocean tosses out
majority of all mankind--
but, i've had dreams
in which i've seen--
i'd still be swimming,
were i blind. |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 4th, 2006|05:11 am] |
when will these ropes be readied with undeniable knots?
it is, if with anyone, you:
with whom every piece of my heart can relate,
pieces of the old world, circulating through my veins:
and the hands of a clock as patient as the globe
it goes around and around and around,
but i want for it to be you when the music stops,
and i hope to the end
not only to know you
but to always love you, and perhaps
it may someday become as open as in bloom
perhaps the springtime could bring it forth,
perhaps... i should always hope yet,
and someday perhaps could tell it to you,
and someday, perhaps,
could be told the same.
--
as the past crumbles like stale bread
i feel as softly as i ever have about living,
lonely in my bitterness, sweet in my sorrow.
sorry for everything,
from one corner of the universe to the other--
perhaps i'll never be quite certain for why;
yet, i should fathom the likelinesses
and for all lifelong marginal errors,
misunderstandings-- maybe hurt feelings--
when i didn't know, or was too blind to care.
but sorrier than anything,
for that i never could say it so
i guess it might never matter,
and i suppose that i'll always fall curious
as silent as is imaginable,
wish to say that i'm in love:
in love with nobody,
lost in that emotion
but this could be alright--
it could almost last forever,
and i'd hardly mind at all.
i'd just prefer otherwise,
i have a feeling which unsettles me,
but that there may nonetheless be some truth
in an idea that i've had for eons, it seems;
that it would have to be some one
some particular one
who could ever love me in my entirety
or even get to know me so well,
and my heart could be seen as if it'd just been torn from out of me
yet i'd feel the bliss of someone who'd been put out of misery:
and until then, i'll write sad poems when i'm intoxicated
i'll feel the air with the sound of music
maybe expose my deepest thoughts, that they are emotions
and my deepest emotions, that they are elaborate thoughts
and perhaps the idea shall live with me forever,
certainly,
if there never comes a time when something better has come along,
and i'll bask in my sorrows as if there were no tomorrow
and pretend that i never knew otherwise |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 3rd, 2006|10:44 am] |
my heart was set on fire
eyes fixed on the soul
do i believe that jealousy
is pressed into diamond
when it is still hot coal
merrier be happy now
this wine is ripe in age
someone told me once
that all of its grapes
had grown on one vine
i thought that was crazy
yet i should hope
we almost might |
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| "and-poems" |
[Mar. 3rd, 2006|10:41 am] |
AND then again
will change the plans
perhaps can find
some common grounds
there's still some time
still some time left
before there comes
an end;
--
AND you were stuck
half holding-on
onto the highest ledge
a fleeting moment
one last breath
the veins were swollen
in your hand |
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| two different poems that are not about the same thing |
[Feb. 21st, 2006|07:04 pm] |
if we remember: oh , how
these years have gone by !
while i was always far too shy
still, promise --
if you shall have tried
i'd put those years aside
like lines drawn in the sky
to feel such softly-spoken touch
even if just one more time
i'd realize now just how divine
your hold is;
blessed by gentle graces
right words rolling off our tongues
like waves that crash
against our faces
smiles made of salted stone
such kindly types together, calm
enough that we were simply one
and if perhaps
it could be so
that we weren't
both a-lone
--
and i've gone lost again at heart
can feel it in my soul
pretell at least one time to me
how could it not be so
at waking was a tear or two
or three or four
or maybe more
but dare i try unless i feel
impending knocks on locked up doors
i couldn't do without a need
and need i shall to move before
there ever were a way to see
what all is best left unexplored
if i was never worth it
past a frozen picture from a story
left behind the finish line
like rotting wasted glory
i would almost try to say
it's just too bad
or wasn't worth it
but i had
a smarter mind to grow unkind
and find a place to die |
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| rantpoem |
[Feb. 5th, 2006|04:25 pm] |
picture view
outside my window
i stare through you
at my little road
old hometown blues
i'd think you knew
and if i didn't
now i know
so sue me ticket me, whatever
there were birds above the car
and so i stopped in traffic
but i'm not sorry officer
and yes i understand your law
things like that don't happen often
so it floats forever through my head
a million corks were saturated
in the salty sea beside me
and i still drank the wine instead
before i went to bed
and dreamt a million dreams
the way things seem they'd likely be
if my heart ruled this deadly land
and cut the faults new ledges
with the sharpest knife
the calmest hand
while the energy
expands
likely i'd be good to me
yet better to my man
last time that i
lost my mind
was in the
hands of
eres |
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| saturday graveyard shift |
[Jan. 29th, 2006|07:35 am] |
all the regulars hanging out--
the ones who sit and look around
for reasons to take another sip
of black coffee and take another
drag from off their cigarette
like,
clock in twenty more minutes
caffiene gets injected first
i hope that it kicks in soon
cause i can't think of nothing worse
than sleeping through it
saturday graveyard shift
saturday graveyard shift
give me one more saturday night here
on the good old graveyard shift
cooking for waves of hungry drunks
who treat me like i'm one of them
sometimes i almost wish i was
sometimes i almost wish i was
i think i'd want some munchies too
but i'm the one stuck cooking food |
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| jan 19 2005 - jan 19 2006, and beginning to end |
[Jan. 19th, 2006|11:03 am] |
,and a thin strand
of your hair
was on my shoulder,
when i looked
so cold. and,
i looked over
i looked over
all the little
details in our lives.
looking over my
own shoulder,
just to see your eyes...
and yet, there is no make,
& this is not a mistake,
no regrets, or anything
could be i have sung enough
enough without a single time
that you began to also sing |
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| not but old silver lockets |
[Jan. 19th, 2006|10:31 am] |
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the pendulum shifts
from the right
to the left
awaiting timely ticks
sometimes could sware
when chiming for the hour
that it lifts the county bridge
putting out myfancy cigarette
town clock lets by the ships
and we've all stopped now
nothing's moving
no one comes to think of it
but my heart it says to me
let the compasses only be
clocks to our pockets
let all pendulums here be
not but old silver lockets
when we have crossed the sea,
to better serve a loving memory
and my heart it says to me:
let the compasses be
the clocks in our pockets
let all pendulums be
not but old silver lockets
when we have crossed the sea
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| i'll fucking let it be |
[Jan. 10th, 2006|11:31 am] |
have it then
just have it then
do with me what you will
we shall have found an end
if i can't trust you, after, still |
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