Thursday, July 24, 2008

poetic thoughts

Please give me insight. I had a great outpouring today. :)
sweet dreams darling

*She

She
Rises in the balance
Upward straining,
toward this feverish pitch
Water limbed
she whispers for the touch
what, wondering,absolutely is…
this glorious hurting?
Must
this sharp, sweet aching
take?
wrists contained
lest her pulse
should betray
Accepting
this deep invasion
moving, thrumming sensation
innocent enlightenment!
Come
heavy lightness
come heaven!
disapearing thought
only touch, taste, sound
utterly giving!
Cresendo
building greatly
pure and bright
this complex straining!
this golden release!
Emerging
from the eclipse of his form
freedom betrayed
finding freedom, in his mastering
of her body
what absolutely, we must bare
before your beautifull, can be bared

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Diverted from the duty of promise
this solid gut yearning!
he expounds on this racing sensation
condencing the power of passion,
until the atoms colide!
what a sickness are we…
aching for the dillusion!
This Phantom deep!
churning desires in the pit of my being
corrupted by the taste of his memories
bittersweet these tears you emit, 
soak them into my spirit and feed!
what a needing are we…
what nourishment!
Strange Democracy…
scratching at the walls of dignity
the pride of your long legged loving..
permiates through me,the energies of heaven!
peculiar affection
thick limbed with longing!
what a sensation are we…
waiting on the tragedy of pain
Yellow-hued strides
and bright eyed, you acknowledge this decay
full well knowing that maybe….Suddenly!… gone
and who will be the recipient?
tragic heart, fierce hammering!
what a joke are we…
prolonging the loss
Burgundy and shaded, these shadows?
knotted feeling, insanity gives to me!
clumsy eloquence, your heated words
condenscing this heated breath upon my flesh
grasping wildly to keep it pure
and primal
I love you!
what a sweet sickness

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Dilute
the ratio of things learned
to happenings known
we’re closing in on confusion
cursed by this common blood!
Pardon
this heavy tongue
wishfull imaginings
and crying against the dark!
twisting free of our endeavors,
we lose the exotic air.
Cured
I am!
from the transfer of dissilusionment
the direction of  commonplace
it is a finding
though most will never strive to find it
Explode
the mist of our airy thoughts
into tiny pin pricks of direction
the earth is giving up slowly
and all their eyes have gone dead
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Saturday, July 12, 2008

at the end of the day

*At the end of the day
At the end of the night, at the end of the moment
it was me leaving in love.
It was me, tossing wishes of happiness
upon my father’s grave.
Enchating the moon from the sky.
In this presepous, in this dark alley
where music notes lye dying
It was me passing them by
Wishing for something more
Praying for a deeper enlightenment.
At the end of the day, at the end of the road
It was me drowing in the path
Searching for myself in deep streams. 

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i found this looking through an old poetry book today on lunch.  i know i’ve been silent lately.  i’ve spent most of my free time making jewelry for the girls at work.  i promise there will be more to come this weekend. sweet dreams all.

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