| Resolve |
[Jan. 1st, 2010|04:53 am] |
Another year passes
(the snowflakes age
in slow motion)
as if it was a day
and memories slide away
from my mind
as quickly as they are formed
in the still essence
of time
Another year
of silent rejection
of joy
distilled into contentment,
A year of splendid isolation
and thought
(embryonic pieces
of understanding,
yet still I remain
clumsy
and a fool)
Don't let yourself drift
when tomorrow comes your way
or this fragile placidity
we all reach for
might break
and we will be left
to dream while we are awake
So this is the new year,
halfheartedly
working for a whole heart
but crawling towards the sun
(Summer will let be breathe again,
she'll surely let me sleep again) |
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| Resolve |
[Jan. 1st, 2010|03:23 am] |
Another year passes
(the snowflakes age
in slow motion)
as if it was a day
and memories slide away
from my mind
as quickly as they are formed
in the still essence
of time
Another year
of silent rejection
of joy
distilled into contentment,
A year of splendid isolation
and thought
(embryonic pieces
of understanding,
yet still I remain
clumsy
and a fool)
Don't let yourself drift
when tomorrow comes your way
or this fragile placidity
we all reach for
might break
and we will be left
to dream while we are awake
So this is the new year,
halfheartedly
working for a whole heart
but crawling towards the sun
(Summer will let be breathe again,
she'll surely let me sleep again) |
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| Maladroit |
[Dec. 29th, 2009|05:58 am] |
I want you to lay
between me
and my thoughts,
to harbor haste
until it is needed,
divide what is unnecessary
from this confusion
for I am clumsy
and foolish
Love is awkward
and youthful
innocently inept;
as fragile
as the words I speak
(still,
I am unable to learn)
My bones
are full of rust
they strain
with every movement,
struggling to gain
a secular holiness
that would be worthy
of Beauty
But clumsy I remain
so let me sleep
a few minutes longer
and maybe a little weight
will be lifted
I want you to lay
between me
and my thoughts,
to disentangle me
from them;
to take my warmth
in return
because sometimes silence
is the most precious gift
the clumsy can confer |
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| Wait |
[Dec. 29th, 2009|02:25 am] |
Temptation waits
for a ravenous heart,
lingering in this pool
of fury
hoping that lust
will not devour love
(I can not let my eyes
rest upon
these anachronistic gods
that bleed desperately
in search of recognition,
I am paralysed
but privy to perfection
and lies;
carved out of truth
so hastily
heartless hinds
hurriedly hide hurt
behind voracious visions,
disguising the disgusting
with painful elegance)
you were yesterday
so quickly archaic,
so swiftly you followed serenity
into sickness
twisting and swirling about
entwining antitheses
effortlessly
(accidentally,
it seems now)
She holds fast
to the years
which grow more and more tired
through her melancholy eyes
(like vines
embracing endless weeds
after refusing to surrender
for so long,
heavy they fall
into each others arms) |
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| A Priori |
[Dec. 21st, 2009|08:00 pm] |
Rusty survival
breathes heavily
and throws up its hands
in capitulation
while needs give way
to endless wants
(reason seems
to be almost extinct,
bleeding in the streets
and on the freeways
burning with effervescence
over its suffering)
I try to think back
to when we were young
and knew that the world
was ours
and the night was a sanctuary
that could not be desecrated
by anything we said
or did
but it seems so meaningless now,
with the light of years illuminating
it seems anything but sacrosanct
So dig
beneath your thoughts,
beneath your heart,
and find some new diamond
to glitter
in imitation of your Sun
(another distraction
for your lonely eyes) |
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| Dig |
[Dec. 21st, 2009|07:07 pm] |
In this frozen river
of melancholy
I mend another broken bone
and send another loose thought home
I bend myself
only to break
It feels like I've been asleep
for too many months
of this year
letting my eyes be pulled shut
by heavy thoughts
and tired inadequacies
(I'm perpetually reluctant,
constantly swept away
by the force
of my own desire)
isolation dissolves
every word I spoke,
still I hunger for something more
than what I have found
but all I seem to see
in the innumerable faces
is echoes and shame,
hidden as best they can
Yet,
I cannot believe this
I find in you
something substantial
and concrete
something that doesn't end
(you gracefully bend towards
then away
from me
like a tree
in the fickle wind)
you are beautifully imperfect
and I don't know what to do
with you
there is reason
to stand tall
and reason
to fall to the earth
in tomorrow
we'll carry on
to a way out
and bury what we're worth
(bury it
beneath the weight
of our own inadequacies) |
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| Nothing To Repair |
[Nov. 27th, 2009|06:05 am] |
I have a sinners heart,
I drag my way slowly home
cursing my tired bones
(a million transgressions
echoing alongside
the creaks that footsteps make
on this wooden floor
in this abandoned home)
I own a simple heart
I know the things you need,
I know you'll make it right
(there's nothing here
to repair
when there is no rain,
just leaves falling desperately
from trees
[from the heavens
they descend
and drain from me
my disbelief])
I've got broken bones
and constellations
that don't understand
my cordial convalescence
and you're not willing to stay
so I'll stay clean and pray
while this divine fire burns gray
(I know the things you need,
I hope you'll get me right)
I have a sinners heart
and I know
that you'll devour me
As a side note, all three of the poems I just posted are still works in progress, with huge room for change. Most of the time when I post they're completed or virtually completed. Not so much on these three. I changed them considerably just when I posted them, I'll probably rework them quite a bit more still..... |
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| Mannequins |
[Nov. 27th, 2009|05:47 am] |
Prudent Desire
show me your face
in this artificial light
(the only place
where we can feel safe
anymore)
We are all
so capable
of such egregious inhumanity
We treat each other with such dark disregard
spawned from a frightful fear
enduring individual tears
as if they were nothing more
than faceless mannequins
(frozen memories
left in the corners
of the dark,
as statues of divinity
monuments to all
that we have been
and what
we can no longer be)
Glory to purity
and this holy heart,
so rare,
like a lotus
drifting blissfully on the ocean
after a careful kiss
(We are digging
our own graves)
Here,
are the things I need,
Here,
are the things I keep
(Every metaphor for chaos
that exists
and every bit of beauty
spawned from that which is abstract
could give birth to symmetry
if we'd just believe)
But the elegy lingers
(We let hope slip
through our grimy fingers) |
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| Returning To A Familiar Home |
[Nov. 27th, 2009|05:33 am] |
This farewell
tastes sweet
and I still feel
the placid loneliness
that drifted in
after your goodbye
but somehow
it is still truth
that isolation is safety,
being alone,
is being deep
within the calm and peaceful heart
of a ghost
Your eyes
discarded me
and drowned
words
in the notes
and proverbs
I sought destruction
while snow fell
with paragon patience:
determined to descend
onto my warm skin
and though I breathe
then choke on this
I have learned
to be perfect
and to exhale
Winter,
and desire
in a single breath
(you are a joyous goodbye,
sending me silently back
to this sacred safety)
So Sanctity
the countless wrinkles in your skin
are just insuperable smiles
(Sorrow is just another Sin) |
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| The Seasons Are Soluble |
[Nov. 25th, 2009|02:48 am] |
The city lights
they shine
in a distance
that is palpable
and the fire cracks
the trees
have lost their leaves
(lost them in
the cold)
We are all haunted
by ghosts
crawling through our memories
(caught by the months
as they pass
and we leave a little more behind
with every forward step)
So if you feel
like now is the time to fall
then I'll let you go
Your affluent heart
bursts
with generosity
and something
that I can not understand
yet though I try
I am unable to synthesize
hope and pain
into something
that you'd understand
November is white
and tempting
winter to come quietly
into its fallacy
while December is gray,
painted by numbers
and selected memories
(I feel better when I get some sleep
I'll feel better when the winter's gone) |
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| An Atom In The Sun |
[Oct. 24th, 2009|03:10 am] |
We still search
for some significance
in the stars,
still stay
in the breast of today
cutting words cautiously
carving out laughter
and wonder
(another distraction
to save us from ourselves)
You can leave,
you can go
parade what worth you have
in the streets of Elysium
where names are blood
and meaning is the house
that shelters you from
love and hate,
(ain't it good to be back home)
We are creatures of uncertainty
but there are lights
dangling in the sky
impossibly beautiful,
seemingly static
amidst the chaos of our lives,
a piece of perfection
pleading for recognition
(Truth is demonised
and stigmatised
relegated to a convenience
only to be touched
when all that is
is gone)
So remember
that with our thoughts
we create the world
(We are born to die) |
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| Rough Mind (Condemned) |
[Oct. 24th, 2009|02:13 am] |
An old mans eyes
burn quietly
(wearing his drink
on his sleeve)
Desperate despair
driving the last shards
of sanity
away from the fray,
and we all say
that we can't stay,
I can't stay
even though you've lost yourself,
(So is anybody waiting at all
for you
'cause it's time for something,
time to tell,
time to wander around
in the lost and found,
to sit alone and drown)
We are all guilty
of ignoring eachothers pain,
a universal transgression
(indifference to suffering)
we defer responsibility,
compassion,
to silence,
give away worth
to the hopeful,
hopelessly bleeding
under the rain
and dispose of our shame
in the depths of ignorance
and I can't find you anymore,
you've faded away
lost your humanity
in the mirror of fear
where what is tired
and misunderstood
is dead
to young eyes
Whispers swirl
and move about
until they become thoughts
dressing silence in sin
(Is anybody waiting at all
for us,
when we are ignorantly hopeless,
on our long way down) |
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| Wandering Refuge II |
[Aug. 20th, 2009|03:43 pm] |
My mind
is weary,
my body
is tangled
with time and air,
my spirit
is tired,
exhausted by existence
Desire digs a grave
for what worth is left
of our ghosts
(convertibles and chaos
caress eachother,
while we consume
truth and justice)
yet, disgust
is no remedy,
disdain for humanity
may be justified,
but justice,
it does not create
Misery is sold
to somnambulist strangers
as if it was some precious commodity
(We lie and lie and lie and lie,
we dream and dream and dream,
we cry and cry and cry and cry,
We love
what is above,
yet loathe
reality
so easily)
We are so worthy
of contempt
that at times
it can seem difficult
to justify our superficial existence
(I don't belong
in this world) |
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| Wandering Refuge I |
[Aug. 20th, 2009|03:43 pm] |
There is silence
and I don't know
where I belong
(Do you know
where you belong?)
just that
I want to erase
this capacious despair
and replace it
with safety
(precarious though it will be
in its infancy)
and everything just burns
to the ground,
it all goes
from beautiful noise
to mournful whispers
both merely vain and clumsy attempts
to become everlasting echoes
(like light
leaving its star
to find your eyes)
But chaos careens
off of your fingers,
fingers like knives,
denying desire
and destroying destiny
(I'd cut doubt
and caress gravity
but what's the use
when all I have
is silence?) |
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| Endure |
[Jun. 19th, 2009|05:47 am] |
Touch me
with disease
and let loose
your thoughts
(let logic
illuminate loneliness
and the wisdom
granted to those
suffering solitude)
Honour looks
emaciate
and haunted
by betrayal
and memories
of past glory
and yet you
continue to vehemently insist
on selfish neutrality
clinging to superficiality
and the edge of reason
(somehow still alive,
but suffocating surreptitiously) |
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| Inhale |
[Jun. 19th, 2009|05:47 am] |
Crawl towards me
like a wounded spider
and with ostebsibly open arms
I will wait
for you
(wait to crush you
with a blunt tomorrow
and terrify you
with today)
Are we like you say,
just creatures of decay,
animals consumed by lust,
and doomed to dust?
(We are simple slaves
silently slipping
further from serenity
We gasp and choke
on artificial love)
Squirm away
from this hope,
writhe powerfully
as you struggle to breathe
because
I don't believe
any of these things you've said to me
to be true
So sweet women
I'll be honest, I am "miserable,"
how are you?
In the ocean
there is a panacea
for our humanity
and your inimical desperation
(there,
the quiet sound
of water
will cover us
and force placidity
down our throats) |
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| Deconstruction |
[Jun. 19th, 2009|05:47 am] |
Youth disappears
so rapidly
We stumble
so often
leading lives
of desperate silence
and we scrape away
at the edges of Omega
with Art and Dance,
with hungry Kisses
and Conversation,
we shower it
with tears
and wasted years
and as we age,
we become quiet,
humble in our acceptance
of the grim darkness
We mumble truth and lies
as decay breeds desperation
How shattered we can be
when the sun rises,
quietly illuminating
crimes of youth
and we crumble
elegantly,
carefully,
as if we were purposely
disassembling ourselves
in slow motion
O,
how quietly
we will scream.
Changed the last three lines from "Oh,/How slowly/We move" I believe that I shall keep the change. |
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| Contempt |
[Jun. 19th, 2009|05:44 am] |
You are naked,
gently worthless,
tasteless to my tongue,
foolishly vain,
idiotically consumed
by the drifting and meaningless thoughts
of others
(your silicone mind
murders desire)
your body is vacant
save for a plastic heart,
desperate to be wanted,
utterly shildish
and repulsive
(yet i let you stay,
let your lips have their way)
In the dark
I feel nothing
and in the dark
I pray to stay
(you're nobody girl,
you're a nobody girl) |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 31st, 2009|06:31 am] |
The morning wind
flows past me
and it carries stories
that will force your eyes
to open
and it tastes bittersweet
like compassion
and change
I've lost my way
for the millionth time
So I'll open up my arms and say
"My heart is still blind,
yet still the sun shines
on this grey man,
this moving clay."
Dispassionate words
travel towards you
as I open my mouth
and there is something inside
that resembles satisfaction
(My isolation
is desire) |
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| Naked Lights |
[May. 31st, 2009|06:31 am] |
How terrifyingly beautiful
we are,
like summer air
we tumble about
colliding occasionally
with certainty and force,
how cautiously chaotic
we are,
when our eyes close
and our lips touch
(how ravenous we become
under the suns warmth)
I felt you slide silently,
somewhere into the sunset
as a tender gasp
escaped your throat
and you let me ravish
your body
with quiet determination.
There, in those moments
I drowned in you
and your body
Then like the northern lights
you slipped away.
You were never meant to be held
(like your red dress,
your heart looked better
tossed upon the floor) |
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