Sign

I saw your reflection in the stars
It reached to me across the world
Traversing time and space
To fill the chasmous void

Your voice followed behind
Trailing like a comet's tail
Bringing home your words
A message without fail

The thunderclap fills my soul
Rumbling and rattling my mind
Containing all of your love
This is a heaven sent sign

String Theory

String Theory

Reaching out to touch

Hands across the emptiness

Interlacing brings stability

A brief spell to stay the whispers

There is no force on Heaven or earth

That could halt the flood at the harbor

Warmness spread throughout

Tensions run high

Don’t want to cut it

Keep stringing it along

I’ll hang with you forever

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DO YOU EVER????

Do you ever?...

Do you ever feel like taking everything you’ve ever written, drawn, typed, sewn, composed, sung, played, recorded, or just in general created chucking it in a huge bonfire and lighting the match?  I really feel like I am identifying with Salieri lately, except he was a PUBLISHED composer and had fans and was BRILLANT.  Me?  I’m just a mouthy, nobody with a blog, a twitter, and lots of opinions.  That’s why I try to create new forms of poetry, like my gif poem, or the internet concrete poem.  I figure if no one ELSE has done them I can’t be shown up right? 

Sooner or later though, someone will come around with the wits to improve my paltry ideas.  After all, there are more things in heaven and earth, right? They say there are only seven stories after all.  I wonder if they have adjusted that saying to have more gender inclusive romantic storylines.  I say romance is romance, no matter who is giving and who is receiving, or how many!  The drama of a story comes from the angst.  The tenor and tone of the story can change depending on the mores and morals of society but the basis of the story stays the same.  That is true whether you change the settings or the characters or the sex!  Romeo and Juliet could be Romeo and Caesar and it would be the same story, maybe even easier to understand! 

But I, personally, have been having writer’s block lately.  Call it the 3 M’s. Migraines, Megrimes, and Monthlies. LSIDC I do love how every time a woman is in a bad mood a man everyone blames it on her period.  I was writing that men do this but I realized women do it just as much.  We may do it in a sticky sweet, back biting, condescending way, but we do.  Men may not realize the amount of cat calling and sniping that goes on between women because a lot of it is subtext.  Thing are said that are call backs to past conversations, or said between clenched teeth, or with baited breath. Women are never going to get anything from men until we stop GIVING IT to each other!

Well, I started this post trying to clear my head so that my writer’s block.  I’m not sure if that worked.  I still feel like setting all my stuff on fire.  I don’t think I’ll do it.  It’d take too long to gather it together.  But if you see a blaze lighting up half of North America…

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Human Nature

Human Nature

The burning of desire

The banishment of grace

The fall from heights so lofty

That it tangles with men’s fates

Aestheticism becomes you

And chastity is best

It’s hard to get in trouble

When you simply want to rest

But now to take it further

And heavenward and more

To be pleasured by the punishment

Attracted by blood and gore

We always take it too far

Can’t stop at satisfied

Heaven forbid we stay at even keel

Though it’s been a lovely ride

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Grey Skies

Grey Skies

The dark clouds are heavy in the sky

They brim with the tears of heaven

It falls with desperate longing

I look out my window

The drops fall faster

A heavy heart

When it stops

Skies clear

Calm

I’d forgotten about these weird little forms of poems.  This is a Nonet.  It starts with nine syllable then each line has a decrease if one syllable until the last line which has one.  Interesting.  But I needed a form tonight. Lacking inspiration.

#grey, #skies, #dark, #clouds, #heavy, #brim, #tears, #heaven, #fall, #desperate, #longing, #window, #drops, #faster, #heavy, #heart, #stops, #clear, #calm, #poem, #poetry

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

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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

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

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A Bargain Struck *(An adventure in Sonnets)

From whence doth come thy golden orbs

Which heaven hath no equal parts?

Some piece Diana did absorb

To sway thy stalwart warrior’s heart

Come Solider take this maiden’s hand

A voyage must be undertaken

For thee the Angel’s tears do turn to sand

All others must be forsaken

But what of carnal pleasures biding?

Tomorrow’s troubles sorrow and lament

The housewife screams and bellows chiding

He begs forgiveness, his heart full rent

A bargain struck, A contract made

A willing partner, An even trade