...Of the last time I was truly happy
When I saw the clouds
Roll on in like l o n g s t r i p s
of rippling cotton

The back of my back where my
Back of my soul
Tingled and refused to come out of my murky depths
(I've never seen a fish shake its head before)

I can't remember when there was such a
Sentiment
Day
like this,
or anything-

Despondency

My pages are covered
with awkward notes
Trying to recapture the important dreams
filled with you

Waning, my own moon
without nothing
I can't be you
with nothing I'm no more than a fairy wish

A fairy tale is a dream of a dream
A wish you can't believe
What dreamless sleep can't contain

Untitled

Sorry I haven't updated since September. I've been dry then I've been busy, and now I'm still busy... writing other stuff. I'll put more up tomorrow or Wednesday. Here's a little blip on your radar for now.

Flying through the foxgloves

Rolling through the fields she is innocent

Ignorant of darker words

And hurting

No appeal to madness

Insensitive to all amiss

Directing Miss

Take us to a shore

South Sound

Of where this is

Eschewing violence

For deeper bliss

No promise

Just a kiss

Thula Cygnus

The call her the Beautiful Example
And she sets us free
Under the folds of her dreams
Do we bet to really be

Never does night knit more smoothly
The scorching sun's onset, for weakly
Do the rays of Ra
Beset our fair lunette

A dove, a swan, an egret
She is all gentle birds I've met, and lofty
Is our lovely lady
Robust, thickset with honey

Miel, miel, her stony softness
Is a threat to any bee
Mother moon
Nestles warmly, in the armpit of a tree

I wrote this last night...

The season of the spirits just started today. I got a "whif" of it coming to school this morning. Also, last night's dream had a mythic-mystic quality I only get when this season comes around. It flowed more as a dream... wasn't harsh in the least. So now's a good time to make plans before Halloween.

Hmm...

Someone pointed out that the 1st poem sounds unfinished.... heh heh. At that point in my life I couldn't find a resolution, but now I'm resolved to either 1) Make my older poems complete or 2)discard the ones I can't fix. There's also 3) Not put them up at all AHAHAHHAHAAA

Hrumph, anyway, they're more a sign of how I'm feeling at a particular moment, so by dump-- er, communicating that feeling to y'all I feel exonerated. Thanks ;D

I think this was from Monday...

When the moon wanes
"We reflect"

Praising Diana
"See our choices, must protect"

Flailing madly
"Buh--Free!... you, you respect!"

Ending Soundly
"Mom, I crushed the tree insect"

GET IT?! Ah well, it deserves its subtlety. *goes to add stuff to the first entry

More old shit

Uvial

Through the tide my body floats
On a sea of memory
Stroke my flesh
Wear down my thoughts
Make me purely ME

Purify my heart's chalice
Wipe with shining light
So dendrites of my past affairs
Are expunged into the night

For I was born not yesterday
But twenty years ago
To live, to love, to find the light
In words that I must sew

And as such...
The sea became not hungry red
Nor the sky an angry teal
Because the colors of your cognizance
Are always "true" and "real"

Wednesday, May 23, 2007, Edited Sunday, September 21, 2008


Notes: I typed this while listening to To Be Over by Yes

Ghazalville Poem

Farsighted

Great Salamanders dance
Across floors of Marble and Chrome

Sitting, stuck in Caves
Scores of Gnomes let their minds Roam

Undines sit and sigh
Favor love, Neglect chores on Sea Foam

Sylphs never try to preside
Past the Doors of their Heavenly Dome

Can no one else see them?
Phantoms, not more than myths in Dusty Old Tomes?

Centuries pass... these Elementals
Begin to Abhor every human they call Home

from Wednesday, September 17 2008
As is (no edits)

Played by two, meant for One

Your note struck on piano
Makes a chord ring in my heart
But the feeling falls through:
It's a flat played as sharp

Although our first encounter
Was a double harmony
Now both our ears are ringing
In bitter irony

And perhaps to you
I play the sweetest melody
Yet in my own ears
There echoes acrimony

Since both my hands are playing
When I was meant to play with one
As well as my flute wishes
These notes suit lone drum

We're delicate when forceful
And full of misplayed notes
Our opera is silent...
Our words remain in throat

If I chance to sing
My lonely song
Will you will your love to me
Or am I wrong?

I am starving
I am dying
Without lyric to lure me on


from Wednesday, March 08, 2006, edited today and 9/23/08 (added last verses)

Notes: This quite a lot of fun to sing against Wolf Moon