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