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Sunday, August 31, 2014

Cheating Today... Cleaning out my Facebook Notes...

Freedom
I can disagree with your ideas
Without disagreeing with you.
I can agrue about religion
Without questioning your faith.
I can live my life in liberty
Without violating your privacy.
I can offer you freedom
Without forcing it on you
I can live in peace with you
Because of freedom, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.


Battle Worn
Missing faces in the crowd
Would you even see me?
I forgive you all your trespasses
If only to be free
The loss of you is without measure
A price too high to pay
Amazing that my heart beats soundly
Battle worn from the fray
They say that time can heal all wounds
But time is infinite
My heart, I fear won’t last as long
Missing it’s perfect fit

Golden Boy
Where have you gone my Golden Boy?
Have your blue eyes faded grey?
Your loving precence is missing
I need your light to guide my way
I call on all the angels
To find this missing trove
For he is surely a treasure
The best magic God has wove
If you're ready to come home now
My heart is open wide
For there's nothing we can't accomplish
Standing side by side



Blue and Grey
A symphony of blue and grey
A fairy that bleeds true red
The colors of a broken heart
The fairy tale that’s at its end
Rapunzel has cut her hair
Cinderella has moved out
Snow White is sleeping with the huntsmen
And Red takes a new route
We cling to childhood dreams
They keeps us from the dark
But Fairy Tales never last
They end in broken hearts


Mystic Bargain
Nights are spent long and sleepless
I wake screaming from a silent nightmare
I reach for your hand to hold close
My grasp finds only empty air

Were you really ever here?
Did my imagination create you from dreams?
My life is fading into stardust
Nothing appears to be what it seems

The green is so vibrant
That words almost fail me
The potential to grow
Bursts forth almost daily

Tiny white flowers nurture and devolve
Blossoming fruit, first bitter then tart
By fortifying the body
We then nourish the heart

Heart being crushed slowly
The pain mounts as blood begins to pool
Was I ever your love
I feel a total and complete fool

My breathing starts to fade
I no longer seem to care
Waiting between heartbeats
The light leave my stare

The words won’t come as quickly
With my heart bleeding on the floor
I wish you could have told me
How I could give you any more

Tell me what I didn’t see
Or anything I could have done
What mistake I might have made
Did I walk where I should have run?

You taken away the sun
My soul starts to wilt in the shade
The landscape turns grey and bleak
Without you love my whole world fades

The mystic bargain has been made
You’ve found the love you claim to seek
I hope you’ve found your heart’s desire
Beware of the havoc that you’ve wreaked


Pedestals

Pedestals are dangerous places
The view is cloyingly sweet
But when you build them yourself
They crumble beneath your feet

It’s hard to remember your place
When you don’t believe in the rules
It’s hard to value your allies
When you think them nothing but fools

Remember where you came from
Saints are rarely beloved
Telling truths is rarely honored
Be wary of those demanding love

Towers
We sat and watched
As towers fell
As rains raged
As waves surged
As earth shook
We waited for the world to crumble
We took no action, 
As if we could..
We were the generation lost
To cyberspace
To texting
To tweeting
To Facebook
We were unable to communicate 
Because we felt it all had been said.


Chiaroscuro
Hear the crust of the world cracking
Black clouds cover all the sky
An endless pattern now repeats
People see and sigh
We stop and echo what we see above
Pose in mutual osmosis
Arte and Science break peace of mind
Gifts that they bestow us


Snowfall
Soft and fluffy
Puppy tracks obscured
Dazzling whiteness
Blinding the mind
Drifting through fingers
Melting in a heartbeat
There and then gone
Temporary only


Starseeker
An empty dent in the pillow next to me
The way your hair curls behind your ears
How you fit just so into the curve of my back
Your slightest touch sends me reeling
When are you coming home?
I need my soulmate, my flying companion
Starseeker, return to me
We’ll seek the skies together

Night Love
Being haunted by a painful memory
Blinded by a past that too far away to see
As soon as night as fallen he comes to my side
The pull he has on me is as strong as any tide
Two hearts together baying at the moon
Concentric circles staying in perfect tune
The mists concealing the painful reality
During the daylight our love could never be

Freedom's Cost
Speak no more of fleshy grief
Sigh no more longing sighs
Honor me not with the gnashing of teeth
Sever not all earthly ties

Gather up the troop and trumpet
To protect the flower and bee
For lest we number our earth as home
We never count ourselves free

Freedom is the highest cost
It's price is without measure or number
The cost of living is harmony with our home
Or humanity will forever slumber


Some of these are a bit trite.  But I've grown as a writer... I think.  I hope.


Saturday, August 30, 2014

Baffle

Baffle

Listen carefully on a quiet day
Turn toward the sound
You can hear the refrain
As angels echo the joyous song
But all we hear
Is the silence of forests
The singing of birds
Immeasurable bliss has been hushed
As we create
Our own cacophony
Covering creation
With our meaningless noise
Attempting to transcend
The apogee of the universe

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Divinity

Divinity

Dancing along the head of a pin
Crowded out, pushed way too thin
Too many people, still not enough
Arguing for sanity is dangerous stuff
Trolling for power the rush to be beat
Rivals will mark you, steal a hasty retreat
Never forget Paris, The bouillonnant vibe
Feel what it’s like to be truly alive
Tomorrow will come without much applause
Making it easy to dessert the cause
Listen for footsteps, the tiniest patter
The simplest way to make sure you matter
It’s easy to forget childhood goals
When glory and fame make life seem whole
Time hasn’t finished, there’s a new story arc
Now is the moment; We must leave our mark
Take what is offered, a well deserved prize
You know what is needed, where divinity lies

#dancing, #head, #pin, #crowded, #pushed, #thin, #people, #enough, #arguing, #sanity, #dangerous, #trolling, #power, #rush, #beat, #rivals, #mark, #steal, #hasty, #retreat, #Paris, #bouillonnant, #vibe, #tomorrow, #applause, #dessert, #cause, #listen, #footsteps, #tiniest, #patter, #simplest, #matter, #childhood, #goals, #glory, #fame, #life, #whole, #time, #finished, #storyarc, #moment, #offered, #deserved, #prize, #needed, #divinity, #lies, #poem, #poetry, 

Ghostlight

Ghostlight

When the curtains close
And the lights all dim
There’s only me
Standing there without him
The lights all fade
To the darkest of blacks
So deep that it burns
Inner demons attack
Swarming and seething
Eating mind and spirit
An all consuming power
No wonder I fear it
That empty stage
That lights on old ghosts
Brings light to the darkness
To what we fear most
So don’t leave me here
In the dark and alone
Give me thunderous cheers
I’ll truly be home

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Friday, August 29, 2014

Misericorde

Misericorde

The cord stretches tightly and binds us
Across the oceans and plains
No matter how far the distance finds us
The truth quite humbly remains
Like a song written just out of tempo
Echoing with a crazy beat
I carry your soul as a memento
Of times when loving was sweet
Sometimes I lay and reminisce
Of days when gentlemen called
Being courted and feted and kissed
It can’t be as good as recalled
So return, wayfaring stranger
Show compassion by staying your hand
Relieve me of my danger
I beg of you, answer my command

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Thursday, August 28, 2014

Simply Stories

I’d like to believe in fairy tales
But I’m not that naive
Fairy tales are simply stories
Something little girls like to believe
And if you look closely at them
Cinderella is only a maid
Being tortured by stepsisters
Abused by relatives, overworked and underpaid
Everyone’s favorite Snow White
Is the marvelous fluke
A glorified servant
Who marries a Duke!
The best one by far
Is the stone cold fish
Who by choosing her love, loses her voice
How’s that for a wish?
So why must we choose these
Over glamorous tales
I’d rather have something else
Even if that something else fails

#fairytales, #naive, #simplystories, #little, #girls, #believe, #closely, #them, #Cinderella, #maid, #tortured, #stepsisters, #relatives, #overworked, #underpaid, #snowwhite, #fluke, #glorified, #servant, #duke, #stonecold, #fish, #choosing, #love, #loses, #voice, #wish, #choose, #glamorous, #tales, #fails, 

Unraveling

Now it has begun
The unraveling
The unmaking of time
When we call back
What was last said
Until the last thread
Is unwoven and re-spooled
The tapestry’s gone
Only a memory now
Strange but it seems
That I recall how it almost
Was impossibly larger than most
It wasn’t though
It couldn’t be
It was only
You and me

#begun, #unraveling, #unmaking, #time, #call, #said, #thread, #unwoven, #respooled, #tapestry, #gone, #memory, #strange, #seems, #recall, #impossibly, #larger, #youandme, 

Stars

Love requires what love hath lost
We must face the coming day
The goal is replacing the ultimate cost
Learning the pacing and way
Time to join the fray
Not wanting to give your heart
That’s not where excuses lay
I’ve given up on foolish starts
 Is it time to break into parts?
 I’ve barely begun to begin
They call my trollop or tart
I don’t intend the start to sin
But allow me this to plea
The stars are only for thee

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Wednesday, August 27, 2014

More Perfect Union

I can never be the better person
Remember that, love
When you are in your cups
In your grey hair
Hating me
As men grow to hate their wives
Time can’t stand
Something to last
Longer than it
Heaven forbade it
This more perfect union
A joining of souls
Better left asunder

#betterperson, #love, #cups, #grey, #hating, #men, #wives, #time, #stand, #last,  #longer, #heaven, #forbade, #perfect, #union, #joining, #souls, #asunder, #poem, #poetry

Everyday Things

That little joy and laughter
It helps to make it better
It’s the simple things
That help give love wings
Sharing in the break of day
Watching you quietly lay
The peaceful hum of the daily grind
Watching you as you unwind
Living life together is bliss
Without you I’d surely miss
The little everyday things
That make my heart sing

#joy, #laughter, #help, #better, #love, #wings, #sharing, #break, #day, #watching, #quietly, #lay, #peaceful, #hum, #daily, #grind, #watching, #unwind, #bliss, #miss, #everyday, #things, #heart, #sing, #poem, #poetry, 

Simply

Cozy up and Cuddle
Run your hands through my hair
Nothing more
Relaxing by the cackling fire
You with your whisky
My, my tea
Each of us our books
Noses buried
Simply being together
That’s enough
Sharing each other’s space
Our hearts

#cozy, #cuddle, #run, #hands, #hair, #relaxing, #cackling, #fire, #whisky, #tea, #books, #noses, #simply, #together, #sharing, #space, #hearts, #poem, #poetry

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Bread Alone

The bread at the feast
Never gets the credit
Always there, warm and ready
Slightly soft, crusty on the outside
Ready to mop up the leftovers
No one ever sits down
For a meal of bread alone
Ripped open
Hot, steaming
Torn, it’s never the same
Shared, it’s always better
But it never
Stands
On its own

#bread, #feast, #credit, #warm, #ready, #slightly, #soft, #crusty, #outside, #ready, #leftovers, #sitsdown, #meal, #alone, #ripped, #hot, #steaming, #torn, #shared, #stands, #own

Supernova

Pressure
Not quick, fleeting
Long, steady, building
More than half again
What anyone should bear
Position of surrender
Means anything but
Tables turn
Power switches hands
Giver becomes taker
Shared power
Becomes more potent
And then eventually
Supernova

#pressure, #quick, #fleeting, #steady, #position, #surrender, #tablesturn, #power, #hands, #giver, #taker, #power, #shared, #potent, #eventually, #supernova

No Escape

Unanswered here I sit
With my heart in my hands
No longer willing
To wait for you
But unable to give up
It will come crashing down
On my head
Sooner or later
I suppose
The flood gates will open
And the heavens
Will rain down
I will be soaked
Drenched
There is no escape
From you

#unanswered, #heart, #hands, #willing, #wait, #unable, #giveup, #crashing, #head, #floodgates, #heaven, #raindown, #soaked, #drenched, #escape

Taste

A taste is all you receive
Too much turns sour
Only a brief tease
Never enough
Only a shining moment
Burning so hot
Fire volcanic
Then burned out
Go before it is begun
Oh Candle,
Flame brightly!
But never seem
As though you
Have been lit

#taste, #receive, #sour, #brief, #tease, #shining, #burning, #hot, #fire, #volcanic, #candle, #flame, #brightly, #lit

Every Day

There’s beauty in decay
There’s life in death
For by fighting for our lives
We fight for every breath

We cling to the everyday
We want for so much more
When in reality
We’re looking for the next score

Looking for the easy answers
When we need to find our hearts
There’s never easy answers
We all need brand new starts

#beauty, #decay, #fighting, #lives, #breath, #cling, #everyday, #reality, #score, #easyanswers, #hearts, #starts,

Monday, August 25, 2014

Priorities

When with friends we smile and say
Forget the work and cease the day
We need love to guide the way

So call in sick or stay away
Before, with stress, you fade away
So with friends we smile and stay

Tomorrow’s work will go away
If you doubt it, then look away
You need a love to guide your way

Can you question what I say,
That priorities have gone to hay?
When with friends we smile say,
We no longer need love to guide the way!

#friends, #smile, #work, #ceasetheday, #carpediem, #love, #guide, #way, #sick, #way, #sick, #stayaway, #stress, #fadeaway, #tomorrow, #doubt, #lookaway, #question, #priorities, #poem, #poetry

Countdown (168)

If I start a countdown now
That doesn’t make me horrible
It just makes me tired
Sick of the pain and heartbreak
It’s a purposeless fight
Burning through energy
I could use so much more
Time better spent elsewhere
If there is a reason
I can’t find it
Like a vestigial organ
No longer needed
Why should I suffer
If I will never
Bare a mother’s fate?
I don’t need to suffer
To be a woman
If I will never be a mother
As Lady MacBeth said
Unsex me here
Please?

#countdown, #horrible, #tired, #sick, #pain, #heartache, #purposeless, #fight, #burning, #energy, #time, #elsewhere, #reason, #vestigtial,  #mother, #fate, #suffer, #LadyMacBeth, #unsexmehere, #PCOS, 

Simple Touch

Sometimes a simple touch
Goes further than the
The best kiss
A good massage
Is worth its weight in gold
Gentle fingers
Not too pressing
Long and strong
Caressing, Stroking
Nimbly kneading
Pressing love
Into my heart
Through your hands

#simpletouch, #further, #kiss, #massage, #weight, #gentle, #fingers, #pressing, #long, #strong, #caressing, #stroking, #nimbly, #kneading, #love, #heart, #hands

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Review Deep Breath Doctor Who

So if you have never read my reviews before be warned, I don’t do a standard blow-by blow review.  I’m more about what does it all mean, Easter eggs and predictions.  And cursing *shakes fist* MOFFAT!
First things first. “Girl in the fireplace” didn’t impress me.  There I said it.  I liked Tennant.  I liked Rose.  It just didn’t overwhelm me. Was it Mickey?  In fact when everybody was gushing over it, I went back and gave it a second go round.  Still no.  For period pieces, give me Liz I (Tooth and Claw)(Torchwood!!) or Shakespeare(The Shakespeare Code)(57 academics just punched the air). Maybe it was the bummer ending.  Maybe it was because Tennant was supposed to be in love with Rose and it was against character, I don’t know.  I just never sat well with me.  But oh well, we have a new baddie and I will have to go back and watch it AGAIN. –SIGH-
Can I pause here to say, THREE CHEERS for the PaterNostor gang?  I love these guys! This is how to handle multi-companion storylines without over doing it.  (Ahem, Peter Davidson era I’m looking at you!) The TARDIS seemed crowded when they had all those companions and since the TARDIS is infinite that’s pretty hard.  And here is where we shake our fists at MOFFAT! We heard more of Strax and Vastra’s back stories today. But what do we know about Jenny’s back story?  And then it hit me.  Jenny.  JENNY! Moffat always said he was going to bring her back but he never said he was going to bring Georgia Moffat back!   She could have regenerated!  She might not want The Doctor to know who she is.  And working for the PaterNostor gang would seem to fit in perfectly with the budding personally that Jenny (the Doctor’s Daughter) had. MIND BLOWN!
So, back to the regeneration of The Doctor.  I see a lot of Colin Baker’s regeneration in this regeneration, at least for now.  When Peter Davidson changed into Colin Baker there was much chaos and confusion.  In fact, the Doctor tried to kill his companion.  All in all, Peter Capaldi’s Doctor has adjusted slightly better to being doctor, I think.  But he is darker.  I don’t remember another Doctor advocating genocide. In fact in Genesis of the Daleks, he argues strongly against it! This darkness calls to mind the Valeyard.  I think that The Doctor is now the Valeyard! This accounts for the Timelords interference at Trenzalore and maybe even that last scene.  I’m betting that that is the Matrix.  But if that is the Matrix is this all a dream?  How far back?  I know everyone hated the tacked on ending at the end of Trial of a TimeLord, but series do that all the time now.  It wouldn’t be farfetched for Moffat to pull from old episodes.  And who is the mysterious woman at the end of the episode?  I heard lot of theories from Mary Poppins to Madame de Pompadour.  My personal theory?  The Rani! If that truly is the Matrix than the Time Lords could have put her there for punishment or is she in the Doctor’s imagination for some reason.

So those are my thoughts, at least for now.  I’m sure we’ll have many more clips and spoilers before next week’s episode.  Knowing MOFFAT, purposely misleading! Allons-y

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Friday, August 22, 2014

Hopeless

Leave me, I beg you
I can’t stand this pain
You are low hanging fruit
Just there, but not quite ready
Everyone’s but never mine
A light of love, a will-o-the-wisp
Never seriously anything at all
One day you will be
But it won’t be with me
I’m not worthy of attention
I lack more then I possess
So one day they’ll come to take me
Many loving fans, I guess
Not really, nobody cares
I’ve been told that often enough
And if you hear it often enough
You begin to believe it
Maybe I worship the ground that you walk on
Because the one I walk on is tainted
Black as sin and just as gritty
You walk on air and you know it
I falling through cracks in the pavements
Wrecked and hopeless am I

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No Words

Someday never comes
Tomorrow waits for none
If you can hear me, answer
Cause my darkness screams in the night
My throat is raw, I’ve screamed so much
My tears burn fire down my cheeks
This is the hardest thing I’ve ever ended
My terror frightens me
I have no words
Anguish is a lesson in patience
Sorrow is a tale written in woe
There is no longer a hiding place
Time is all that’s left

#Someday, #never, #tomorrow, #hear, #answer, #cause, #darkness, #screams, #night, #raw, #tears, #fire, #cheeks, #hardest, #ended, #terror, #words, #anguish, #lesson, #patience, #sorrow, #tale, #written, #woe, #longer, #hiding, #place, #time, #left

Make Believe

I live in a world of make believe
Where the rally cry is thus
It will never be! It will never be!
But in our land of make believe
All things are possible
Fantasy is the only rule
It will never be! It will never be!
We call ourselves the best of friends
Our words are swords in our hands
There is travel to faraway lands
We make loud protesting stands
It will never be! It will never be!
Painted wings fall apart eventually
There is no more Honalee
No one will ever truly be free
As long as it will never be, never be!

#makebelieve, #rally, #cry, #neverbe, #land, #possible, #fantasy, #rule, #best, #friends, #words, #swords, #hands, #travel, #faraway, #lands, #loud, #protesting, #stands, #paintedwings, #Honalee, #trulyfree, 

Rambling

Straining, reaching, just out of grasp
Looking around but never to touch
The silver shadows stalk my mind
As I lay here, wanting you so much
My mind’s distracted and confused
All my thoughts center on my one true love
I only hope to change my mind
And I will find peace from above
No longer do I seem to care
As the hours while away
Filling time better left alone
With no companions to spend the day
Only stories end happily
Full of love and moon and rhyme
Real life never turns out so well
It simply runs out of rhyme
And all our actions catch up to us
What we live and how we dreamed
Unworthy of paradise
Life was better than what it seemed
Punishment awaits me now
For sins of thought and heart and mind
I should have known to let it go
An earthly heaven I’ve yet to find

#Straining, #reaching, grasp, #touch, #silver,  #shadows, #stalk, #mind, #distracted, #confused, #center, #onetruelove, #change, #peace, #above, #care, #hours, #filling, #time, #leftalone, #companions, #spend, #day, #stories, #happily, #love, #moon, #rhyme, #life, #simply, #actions, #catch, #dreamed, #unworthy, #paradise, #better, #seemed, #punishment, #awaits, #sins, #thought, #heart, #earthly, #heaven, #find,

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Wishing

Wishing
Never wanting, always wishing
There will come a day
When there will be nothing left to say
The heart only has so much blood
And can only break so many times

So if there was ever a way
Time could be written for me
Today the last chance to flee
Before the world comes crashing down
Until there is no cure

There is only so much you can do
It’s not your problem to solve
There’s no reason to get involved
Strangers make the best of friends
As long as no one ever cares

Beg, Borrow, or Steal our way
To money, fortune and fame
Anything we can do to further our names
As long as we promote our cause
If we get our fifteen minutes

I’ll leave the fame, thank you very much
I’m content to just be me
I just wish everyone could see
What I was wishing for
I could never buy in any store
Because no one sells replacement hearts

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Dagger's Edge

Dagger’s Edge
Sometimes my feet get bloody
My balance is not quite level
But the ground below is muddy
I’d end up completely disheveled
It’s harder then walking on eggshells
At least, on that you know the score
For eggshells crush rather easy
They are simply the spoils of war
But balancing on the dagger’s edge
Playing both sides at once
You never know which bet to hedge
Relying on luck and impudence
There’s always a side to favor
Someone who wants to win
Never taking time to savor
Only looking for the next sin
The only winners are failures
The only triumph is loss
Truth is no longer my savior
To bear this is my cross

#feet, #bloody, #balance, #level,  #quite, #below, #muddy, #completely, #disheveled, #walking, #eggshells, #score, #crush, #easy, #spoils, #war, #bothsides, #once, #bet, #hedge, #relying, #luck, #impudence, #side, #favor, #someone, #win, #time, #savor, #looking, #next, #sin, #winners, #failures, #triumph, #loss, #truth, #nolonger, #savior, #bear, #cross

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

The Dog Days of Summer

The Dog Days of Summer

The heat is gone
 But now it’s back
August is dragging on
Laying out on the lawn
But only if, an umbrella you pack
And August is dragging on
I know that time still marches on
Although sometime it seem to go forth and not back
And August keeps dragging on
I don’t understand the game in which I’m a pawn
As the Dog Days of Summer at your heels, will bark
And, still, uninterruptedly, August drags on and on…
When will it end? It keeps plowing on
Telling me, waiting, knowing they can keep a mark
Down they say,
                            One more day!
                            One more day!
              And August no more will drag on
              Although we long will be gone
              Free to hide and fight on
              Or walk and write on
              Our battle will be ceased
              Because we know
How August always drags on!

#August, #dogdaysofsummer, #heels, #bark, #umbrella, #heat, #dragon, #pack, #lawn, #time, #marches, #game, #pawn, #plowing, #waiting, #end, #knowing, #mark, #say, #onemoreday, #long, #gone, #hide, #free, #fight, #write, #walk, #battles, #ceased, #know 

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

My memory is going...

I can no longer remember both of the parts of Handel's Hallelujah chorus.  I originally learned it in tenor, then I switched a year later to soprano.  After the teacher actually listened to me.  I could hit the tenor notes mind you, but I could hit the soprano easier. LOL  I think I could qualified as a true tenor now, after my thyroid issues.  I was playing around with recording some stuff and I said I know, I'll record both parts of the Hallelujah chorus.  Only to find I can't remember them.  I just love my mind, not! This is not acceptable.  I wish there was something to do about it.  Unfortunately, there is no real problem, hence no solution.  I've had a headache since 1994, that's probably part of it.  Or at least one of the medications I'm on.  I used to remember everything.  And I do mean everything.  Exact conversations.  Now, I have trouble with names.  It sucks.  I'm fighting the best I can.  It makes you feel like you can't win when you're thirty three and you feel like you're fifty.  I understand that there are people that are worse then I am.  I just get frustrated sometimes.  Zebras get lonely sometimes.  It's hard to find someone who understands exactly what it feels like to have stripes. They stick out but at the same time you blend in the jungle. Camouflage isn't always a good thing.  It may stop the person who could help you the most from noticing you. 

Monday, August 18, 2014

Non- Lymericks

I once thought my love walked on air
But our relationship was going nowhere
Our flame burned much higher
When fueled by desire
We couldn’t stand our souls laid bare

Sorrow is grief born on wings
Like an arrow, it pierces and stings,
But time soon will heal
You’ll begin to feel

Your heart will begin to sing

#love, #relationship, #going, #nowhere, #flame, #burned, #higher, #fueled, #desire, #souls, #bare, #sorrow, #grief, #wings, #arrow, #pierces, #stings, #time, #heal, #feel, #heart, #sing

One True Love

When I was a freshman in high school (about fifteen) I went to the United Kingdom on a family trip.  We were staying in a hotel in London at the same time as a group that was performing. Thinking back with what I know now (it was August, near Edinburgh), it must have been a school group or a fringe fest group.  There was one person practicing violin at about 1 am.  Loudly.  In the hallway.  Here I was a stranger in a strange land and there was this violin music.  I wrote a poem about it.  Over the years, it has become lost but I still remember the opening two lines because I had read it to my parents and was told, "that's creepy."  It is the same three lines used here.  I decided to use the lines and try to recreate the feeling of the lonely young man, practicing the fiddle, at the wee hours of the morning, desperately seeking...

One True Love

A man and his instrument are one
One constantly craving
The company of the other
The haunting melodies
Rise down the darkened corridors
Calling to mind
Gypsy ghosts of yesteryear
The student studies with strings
Crafting compositions for classes
Making nightly worship
At the altar of Apollo
He sweats and bleeds notation
Knowing this is life blood
Music is his mistress
He will never truly love another
Beyond his first
One true love


Sunday, August 17, 2014

Books

I can’t conceive
Of a way
To bring us together
Oh, I knew its but a dream
But a fantasy has built worlds
Who wouldn’t want to live
In such a vivid illusion?
The pages of my real life
Have been torn away
Lost in contemplation
Burned in desire
Beyond retrieval
A new chapter must be written
A cast of characters
Expertly drawn out
Time is coming for big decisions
Most authors worth their salt
Chop heads for verisimilitude
If I can’t have you
In my imagination
Then
I must imagine you gone
And move on

#conceive, #together, #dream, #fantasy, #built, #worlds, #live, #illusion, #pages, #reallife, #torn, #contemplation, #burned, #desire, #beyond, #retrieval,  #written, #cast, #chapter,  #expertly, #drawn, #time, #bigdecisions, #authors, #chopheads, #verisimilitude, #imagination, #moveon, 

The Words

So many ways to say
One simple little thing
Do we fear the words themselves?
Is it the intimacy?
Or do we not really mean it
When we use other phrases?
We’ve become so close,
Our world so small
But we’re miles apart in our heads,
In our hearts
When we can communicate so well
Translate a thousand tongues
Why is it so hard
To say three little words?
No matter the language
We must learn
We must try

#say, #simple, #fear, #words, #themselves, #intimacy, #mean, #phrases, #close, #world, #small, #miles, #apart, #heads, #hearts, #communicates, #translate, #thousand, #tongues, #hard, #threelittlewords, #language, #learn, #try

The Quest

Never ceasing
Always seeking
Never giving up
No matter what
Never standing still
No, not until
The quest
Is resolve
Should never get involved
With you whole heart
Time to start
Heading for home
Not far to roam
Lead astray
For a year and a day

#ceasing, #seeking, #givingup, #matter, #standing, #quest, #resolve, #involved, #whole, #heart, #start, #home, #roam, #astray, #year, #day

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Dead Men

Trailing tongues of fire
Teasing, tantalizing, taunting
Taking me to soaring towers
Teach me your theories
I’ve had a taste
And it’s toxic
My traitorous tongue
Will tell tales
I’m tumbling on a tenuous thread
The tiniest tremor
Would topple me
This tryst
Is transcendent

#Trailing, #tongues, #fire, #teasing, #taunting, #soaring, #theories, #taste, #toxic, #traitorous, #tales, #tenuous, #thread, #tremor, #tryst, #transcendent, #poem, #poetry, #deadmen, 

The Spectre at the Feast

That one person no one notices
The one you care about the least
Haven’t you always noticed
There’s always a spectre at the feast
The one with the saddest eyes
The one hidden in plain sight
Casually greeting everyone
Seeming ready to flee at first fright
Can’t you just picture it?
The growing terror and dread
No one else knowing the panic
That exists only inside your head
Never knowing the right words
Hoping only it ends
Never knowing if you’re talking
To family, enemies or friends
This may all seem dramatic
I’m often called out for flair
But did you ever stop and wonder
If I know because I’ve been there?

#person, #notices, #care, #least, #haven’t, #always, #spectre, #feast, #saddest, #hidden, #plainsight, #casually, #greeting, #ready, #flee, #fright, #picture, #terror, #dread, #panic, #exists, #head, #knowing, #rightwords, #hoping, #ends, #talking, #family, #enemies, #friends, #dramatic, #flair, #stop, #wonder, #beenthere, #poem, #poetry

Accept

There’s a whore in all of us
There’s a sin in him
We are all made up of lust
But we rarely go out on a limb
We take care to guard the exits
We dance to protocol’s whim
Sometimes someone comes along
That says to hell with prim
It’s not even good to be proper
‘Cause those people never win
You have to fight dirty to prosper
We lived in world rotting in sin
We have to stop rejecting our nature
Learn to accept where we’ve been
Accepting ourselves for who we are
Is the greatest way we can win

#whore, #sin, #lust, #rarely, #limb, #guard, #limb, #exits, #dance, #protocol, #whim, #along, #hell, #prim, #proper, #prosper, #fightdirty, #rotting, #rejecting, #nature, #accept, #win, #poem, #poetry

Friday, August 15, 2014

B. A. E.

Broken, bleeding, and bruised
I raise a battered hand
To have it brushed aside
Would you have me beg?
Is this betrayal?
Bittersweet and blue
My feelings were not to be borrowed
But you could not be bothered
Barging forward
Without a backward glance
We should break it off
Before Anyone Else
Burns


#broken, #bleeding, #bruised, #raise, #battered, #hand, #brushed, #aside, #beg, #betrayal, #bittersweet, #blue, #feelings, #borrowed, #bothered, #barging, #forward, #backwardsglance, #breakitoff, #beforeanyoneelse, #bae, #burns, #poem, #poetry

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Famished

Is there any polite way
To say goodbye?
To ask someone to leave
Not your heart but your head?
I’m quicksilver
Pretty to think about
But deadly poisonous
I wish my own reactions were as quick
I certainly recoil as fast
My compass will always
Point true north
Willing to lead me home
Sooner or later I must plant roots
We may share DNA with vegetables
And be fundamentally similar
But I see myself as more of a carnivore
And lately I feel
Simply famished

#polite, #goodbye, #ask, #leave, #heart, #mind, #quicksilver, #pretty, #deadly, #poisonous, #reactions, #recoil, #compass, #truenorth, #home, #plantroots, #vegetables, #fundamentally, #similar, #carnivore, #simply, #famished  

Blank Canvas

I might be in over my head
This boulder is rolling down the cliffside
I only wanted to share my joy
But I might lose what I find most precious
The harsh light causes me to shut my eyes
But its warmth still causes me to smile
And reaching up, pull the shutters closed
I wonder if there is a way to have
Both the light and darkness
My indecision has cost me in the past
There are ghost that whisper my name
Hard drives can never be truly erased
Everyone has files that can’t be deleted
Sometimes it’s easier to just share space
If you don’t share all your secrets
What you don’t know can’t be held against you
I’m afraid I don’t know anything at all
I’m a student of the universe
Teach me, for I’m a blank canvas

#overmyhead, #boulder, #cliffside, #share, #joy, #lose, #precious, #harsh, #light, #shut, #eyes, #warmth, #smile, #reaching, #shutters, #closed, #wonder, #light, #darkness, #indescions, #cost, #past, #ghosts, #whisper, #name, #harddrives, #erased, #deleted, #easier, #space, #secrets, #heldagainst, #afraid, #know, #anything, #student, #universe, #teachme, #blank, #canvas

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Confession

If I start speaking Latin
Don’t think that I’m possessed
I’m only conversing in tongues
Confessing how much I’m blessed
Angels might echo my actions
But I’d hardly count myself one
I’m not really suited for harping
I’d like to have a little more fun
But saints and sinners are people
They all had ordinary lives once
Till a catalyst hastened a spark
Making giants out of runts
My pedestal stands at the ready
I’ll have so far to climb
You put me so far above you
Gives me farther to fall, I find
You’ve no notion of being so blessed
Blessings have no meaning of self
It’s not that you can’t ever love me
It’s the value, the cost, the price


#latin, #speaking, #possessed, #conversing, #tongues, #confessing, #blessed, #angels, #echo, #actions, #count, #one, #fun, #saints, #sinners, #people, #ordinary, #lives, #catalyst, #spark, #giants, #runts, #pedestal, #stands, #ready, #climb, #farther, #fall, #notion, #meaning, #self, #love, #value, #cost, #price, 

I used to like the rain...

I used to like the rain
Its gentle pattern
The nice cozy feeling
Even the thunder and the lightning
Splitting the sky and sending shivers
Then a rainbow, a promise to all
But the promise is just words
As my body screams
Some mumbo jumbo about pressure and moisture
Sure as the rainfall
Has a different meaning now
A thousand phrases
Have added colors
Unfortunately they all seem to be
Black and blue

#rain, #gentle, #cozy, #feeling, #thunder, #lightning, #splitting, #sending, #shivers, #rainbow, #promise, #words, #body, #screams, #mumbo, #jumbo, #pressure, #moisture, #rainfall, #different, #meaning, #thousand, #phrases, #color, #unfortunately, #black, #blu

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Out of This World

Touch me softly
Delicately love
Wind your way up my thigh
Your presence anchors me to this world
Sometimes urgency outweighs
Valor or reticence
So much more is needed now
Your kisses keep me in this world
Trailing primal fire
Barest grazes
Stroking in time to heartbeats
You draw me back into this world
Pursing higher heights
Titillating, taunting, teasing
The time for subtlety has passed
I’m no longer of this world


#touch, #softly, #delicately, #love, #thigh, #presence, #anchor, #world, #urgency, #valor, #reticence, #needed, #kisses, #trailing, #primal, #fire, #grazes, #stroking, #heartbeat, #pursing, #heights, #titillating, #taunting, #teasing, #subtlety, #poem, #poetry

Stable

Call me dangerous, call me unstable
I’m tired of being called unable
I’ve always been a little bit crazy
Is this some happy ending like in a fable?
But I’m no longer letting it phase me
So what if no one thinks I’m ready
Are you looking for other reasons?
They’re not calling the shots here
It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to
I’ll die if I want to
I don’t have anything left to fear
It’s the end of the season
I’m holding steady
I’m rocking like a baby in a cradle
I’m starting to feel more stable
I don’t know why things were so hazy
You make me feel so able
After all crazy is just a label
There’s nothing left but to love me baby

#dangerous, #unstable, #unable, #tired, #crazy, #happyending, #fable, #phase, #ready, #reasons, #shots, #itsmyparty, #cry, #fear, #end, #season, #steady, #holding, #baby, #cradle, #stable, #hazy, #label, #love, #poem, #poetry

Monday, August 11, 2014

A Very Giffy Poem

I tried to hate you. I really want to. But I cant.I can’t lose you. I won’t survive and that’s your fault, I know that. You made me love you, you made me let you in.I feel like I should stop think about it, you know but I can’t.We don’t always lose, but when we do, we win. 

That last gif is not quite what I wanted but it's last at night and I will revisit this again.  Someone had remarked on our language being replaced with emoji's and gifs.  This would be a language similar to egyptian heiroglyphics.  I thought I would experiment with what a poem would look like in those terms.  I'll give it another wack later.

Reaching Toward The Stars

Time is short
Let’s seize what we can
Some people’s tomorrow never come
It’s enough to live now
Have what we may
When the starlight reaches us
It may already be gone
It lives on through our memories
Infinity and divinity
Touches our small souls
Brief glimpses on the immortal
We beg and borrow
Never knowing where it will be snatched
If you wait
Tomorrow’s dream may disappear
Bring them love
Let them grow
Hand reaching toward the stars

#Time, #short, #seize, #people, #tomorrow, #live, #now, #starlight, #gone, #memories, #infinity, #divinity, #souls, #immortal, #beg, #borrow, #knowing, #snatched, #dream, #disappear, #reaching, #stars, #reaching 

Neverwere

Calling on powers to appease them
Wish on things can’t be that be
If you won’t be there to save me
I’ll have to rely on me
Now that’s a scary proposition
Having self-reliance like that
I’m not sure I’m up to the challenge
Call me out, I’ll fold like a mat
Weak willed, and lily livered
Just call me a yellow bellied cur
I’m too tired to keep on fighting
Believing in thing that never were
If happiness exists here
Of if true love is around the bend
I believe that it is not for me
But someone should win in the end

#calling, #powers, #appease, #wish, #things, #save, #rely, #scary, #proposition, #self-reliance, #challenge, #fold, #mat, #weakwilled, #lily-livered, #yellow-belliedcur, #fighting, #believeing, #neverwere, #happiness, #truelove, #bend, #someone, #win

I Need My Pain

Can you calm my fears?
I’m drowning in neuroses
You settle them all with a wave and a smile
When I look up again
Did I blink too long?
You’ve disappeared while my eyes were closed
If I wish hard enough
Can I blink you back?
Will you come if I promise to be well be behaved?
The light creeps over the horizon
The sun begins to rise
I have wished away the lonely nighttime
The light is too bright
It burns away the darkness
But sometimes we need the pain to make us who we are
So come to me quickly
Or come after the New Year
But come to me eventually or I will never get over this fear

#calm, #fears, #drowning, #neuroses, #settle, #wave, #smile, #look, #blink, #long, #disappeared, #eyes, #closed, #wish, #promise, #behaved, #light, #creeps, #horizon, #sun, #rise, #lonely, #nighttime, #bright, #burns, #darkness, #pain, #sometimes, #make, #quickly, #NewYear, #eventually, #getover

Twenty Four Hours of Passion

Moonlight plays across your cheeks
It makes you seem surreal
The barest touch of yours is electric
A little shock is all I need
It pulls me back to this plane
Where you didn’t really exist
A touch of fairy is needed
To bring me out of this funk
One whole day and one whole night
Twenty four hours of passion
That’s all I’m asking for
Proof positive that you exist
I believe you know the score
Unless I find my own two feet
A band of gold would be too much
But would be appreciated nonetheless

#moonlight, #plays, #cheek, #surreal, #barest, #touch, #electric, #shock, #plane, #exist, #fairy, #funk, #day, #night, #24hours, #passion, #proof, #positive, #score, #twofeet, #bandofgold, #appreciated, #nontheless,

Meaningful wonders

Meaningful wonders in endless rhyme
Time is an expressionless pit
So partner-less here I sit
And blinking clear my mind
I only wish I had some wit
Meaningful wonders in endless rhyme
Time is an expressionless pit
Don’t worry about me, I will be fine
I only wish I could quit
Or at least get incredibly lit
Meaningful wonders in endless rhyme
Time is an expressionless pit
So partner-less here I sit

#meaningless, #wonders, #endless, #rhyme, #time, #expressionless, #pit, #partnerless, #sit, #blinking, #clear, #mind, #wit, #dontworry, #fine, #quit, #least, #incredibly, #lit, 

When Gardens spring and Flowers Bloom

When gardens spring and flowers bloom
No one feels impending doom
The birds that fly and butterflies loom
And earth expels nutrients from her womb
No one feels impending doom
The door that shuts on the bright hot room
When gardens spring and flowers bloom
No one feels impending doom
For flowers die and the sense of gloom
Martyr’d wisdom is a sweet perfume
For all must die to make more room
Swept clean, with fall, like nature’s broom
When gardens spring and flowers bloom

#gardens, #spring, #flowers, #bloom, #impending, #doom, #birds, #fly, #butterlies, #loom, #earth, #expels, #nutrients, #womb, #door, #shuts, #bright, #hot, #room, #sense, #gloom, #martyr’d, #wisdom, #sweet, #perfume, #Swept, #clean, #fall, #nature, #broom, 

An Ember Burns Higher Then Flames Prodded Higher

A spark lights the way
It glows like a fay
It burns higher and faster
Leading quickly to disaster
You must prove who is the master
Or else you will pay

So as the fire you lay
Remember that they they say
As the fire blows past her
An ember burns longer then flames prodded higher

Keep this mindful, don’t delay
Whatever else you say
It must be held fast or
It spells true disaster
Because it’s true what they say
An ember burns longer then flames prodded higher

#spark, #lights, #glows, #fay, #higher, #faster, #leading, #quickly, #disaster, #prove, #master, #pay, #fire, #past, #ember, #longer, #flames, #prodded, #mindful, #delay, #whatever, #spells

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Cento Poem- Unnamed

This is a variation on a Cento poem.  The word comes from cloak of patches.  It is generally a poem made of lines of other poems or lines from stories.  I used lyrics from songs.  It was harder than I thought so there was no real rhyme scheme or meter to it.  I save that for the next time! LOL
Song credits are at the bottom and listed by line. 


Where have you been my darling young one?
‘Cause lately I’ve been waking up alone
Just call out my name
Anywhere you go I’ll follow you down, I’ll follow you down but not that far…

When I met you in the summer
Maybe you were right but baby I was lonely
And then I said hey what going on
Will you follow and know, know me more than you do?

You turned to me and all at once
Tell me why you’re looking so confused
I won’t let nobody hurt you, won’t let nobody break your heart
That’s my job, that’s what I do

So if I lay here, If I just lay here
Could you, could you come back?
I’d rather die young than grow old without you
Don’t ask me to choose honey, cause either way we stand to lose.

1. Bob Dylan- A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall 2. Ed Sheernan-  Give Me Love 3. James Taylor/Carole King- You’ve Got a Friend 4. Gin Blossoms- Follow You Down
5. Calvin Harris- Summer 6. ENRIQUE IGLESIAS- Tired of Being Sorry 7. 4 Non Blonde- Hey What’s Going On 8. Kelly Clarkson- Mr. Know It All
9. Conway Twitty-All at Once 10. Talyor Swift- Never Grow Up  11. JoJo-Leave(Get Out) 12. Elvis Costello-That’ My Job
13. Snow Patrol-Chasing Cars 14. Pat McGee-Come Back Home 15. George Jones- Grow Old Without You 16. FYC- We Stand to Lose


Beyond The Rainbow's End

‘Cause it’s time to stop running
I’ll just stand my ground
These circles I’m spinning in
Make me lose what I’ve found
Without my balance
I’ll just keep losing my way
My numerous talents
Get brushed simply away
A steady hand reaches out
The frantic spinning stops
My balance is restored now
The right side is back on top
Problems cease to exist now
My journey is at an end
Time’s rightful march continue on
Beyond the rainbow’s bend

#time, #stop, #running, #stand, #ground, #circles, #spinning, #lose, #found, #balance, #way, #numerous, #talents, #brushed, #simply, #away, #steady, #hand, #reaches,  #out, #frantic, #rightside, #restored, #problems, #cease, #exist, #journey, #rightful, #march, #continue, #beyond, #rainbow, #end

Saturday, August 9, 2014

In Perfect Love and Perfect Trust

In perfect love and perfect trust
We go where feelings stray
The antithesis of love is lust

Our love is built on cosmic dust
We fade not all away
In perfect love and perfect trust

Our fading love is on the cusp
In plain sight our feelings lay
The antithesis of love is lust

But martyr’d men and women must
For the good of each other say
The antithesis of love is lust
In perfect love and perfect trust

#perfectlove, #perfecttrust, #feelings, #stray, #antithesis, #love, #lust, #built, #cosmic, #dust, #fade, #cusp, #plainsight, #lay, #martyr’d, #men, #women, #good, #eachother, #say, #poem, #poetry

Friday, August 8, 2014

Isolation

There’s a place up on a mountain
Or a cabin by the sea
When the time comes to stop running
Come there to look for me
I might not be the best companion
By the time you come for me
By then we will both be grey
But at least we will be free
A focused mind amasses much skill
To doubt it would be unwise
Some say it is impossible
To be free from spying eyes
This is proper motivation
All one really needs to be
With constant love and devotion
One wholly becomes free
But that’s another story
For today we’re miles apart
Take a deep breath and remember
You’ve been written on my heart

#place, #mountain, #cabin, #sea, #look, #me, #companion, #grey, #free, #focused, #mind, #amasses, #skill, #doubt, #unwise, #impossible, #spying, #eyes, #motivation, #needs, #constant, #love, #devotion, #wholly, #story, #milesapart, #deepbreath, #remember, #written, #heart, #poem, #poetry

Thursday, August 7, 2014

A Long Hard Lonely Way

What have I to offer?
I have no skills to bring
Were I to beg or borrow love,
I could refuse it at no price!
My abilities suffer compared to others
I’m not able to sew or mend
My words are that of a school child
I’m not glib by any ken
My riding skills are paltry
My cooking skills are parse
I’m not good with children
My etiquette is farce
If my diction here is faulty
Forgive me if I stray
But my voice is somewhat Country
To the City, it will not stay
So when I leave your side
It’s not for lack of love
It’s simply fear for embarrassment
I’m not the best of company
Who would ever want me
When half the time I cannot speak
The rest remember my own name
Or trip over my own two feet
No one wants the sick girl
The books make it seem glamorous
But if it’s boring everyday crap
It’s just a lot of fuss
So every day I take my medicine
And every day is just the same
One day I’ll finally wake up
And there won’t be any more pain
So what is there to offer?
But a long hard lonely way
It’s mine alone to travel
I think I’ve surpassed my stay

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Antonio's Struggle

Hiding in plain sight
With no spies to fell me
Who would ever suspect
This pathetic shell
Not good enough
For anyone to notice
Antonio’s Struggle
Is mine as well
Not that I’m smart
Or pretty or talented
Or any such qualifier
That marks me as great
When everyone notices
Actions that get taken
But never the person
That’s making the waves
Calms seas are coming
The skies will grow blue
After the storm comes
The rainbow shows through

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Nothingness

No matter how much… I want
How much… I can feel
How… I can almost taste
It doesn’t matter
It is immaterial
A passing sensation
A momentary distraction
We all pass into nothingness
Should we try to overcome?
Try to surpass?
Try to better ourselves?
Whether we want to or not
We desire
We can feel
We do taste
We return to matter
We improve the material
Enjoy the sensations
Prolong the distractions
Before we become the nothingness 

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Wednesday, August 6, 2014

The Spoils

There are two sides to every story
Only one is generally heard
To the victor go the spoils
To the loser not a word
Who cares what happens later
If the losing is the cost
When the time has come for counting
The die has to be tossed
A decision must be made
An answer must be given
Time cannot be stretched
And history not rewritten
When the battle’s over
When the dust has cleared
No one ever really wins
It’s always worse than feared
This parable is not about
A war torn battleground
But the battles face everyday
Time to face another round


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My Own Two Eyes

Sink into the warmth
Of pleasured company
Toss a log onto the fire
Wrap a cozy blanket around us
Take a drawn out sip
Out of your tumbler full of whiskey
Pull me closer to you
I need comforting
Will you be here when I wake?
Are you even here now?
Is this only a dream
Brought on by too much reading?
You do seem to resemble
My favorite hero
Tall mysterious shy
Too wonderful to notice
That everyone adores them
But maybe I am dreaming
Cause no way could someone love me
I would only believe it
When I see it
With my own two eyes

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Simple Wanderer

All my tomorrows
Bleed into yesterdays
When the burden of proof
Lies in the beholder
Truth flies on the wings
On a snow white dove
When you can’t believe
What you your eyes tell you
Bring to me you fears
I’ll lend you my sorrows
Together we will be
The saddest of companions
But maybe together
We can conquer the world
I’ll lend you my hand
But I must see where to place it
Without a direction
I’m simply a wanderer
Groping in the dark

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