tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87875643810870158422024-03-13T05:10:31.226-07:00The Writing's On The WallA collection of writing I have committed to paper over the past year or so.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05898189728032483014noreply@blogger.comBlogger251125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787564381087015842.post-30677042452416138892017-03-17T13:23:00.001-07:002017-03-17T13:23:56.551-07:00Us<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/-P04zVVt984" width="480"></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05898189728032483014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787564381087015842.post-13902266246629322372015-02-10T13:00:00.003-08:002015-02-10T13:00:50.020-08:00The Loneliest Man In The World Have you met me, and seen into my heart.<br />
Did you look, past the end of your own nose.<br />
Seligman's dog<br />
Not-friendly pooch.<br />
<br />
Why would you care<br />
<br />
It is always going to be<br />
Too late or not too soon.<br />
One day I will crawl under the house<br />
And no coaxing will bring me out.<br />
<br />
Did you see what happened,<br />
Did you feel that, and know.<br />
Ring it like Ivan<br />
And I will drool for you.<br />
<br />
You didn't and you never tried<br />
<br />
There is no place for a Brukhonenko,<br />
Not when my mind is me.<br />
I made it easy: you should have looked.<br />
I'm a dog.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05898189728032483014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787564381087015842.post-38706834712722758252015-02-04T02:27:00.000-08:002015-02-04T02:27:20.147-08:00The Dog And ChainWith slender frame, and wire fur,<div>
Four leather shoes to foot.</div>
<div>
With ears that see,</div>
<div>
A nose to see,</div>
<div>
And eyes that see when shut.</div>
<div>
A little boy, that loves no one,</div>
<div>
Has time for everything;</div>
<div>
And wants to see,</div>
<div>
And wants to feel,</div>
<div>
And wants to feel something.</div>
<div>
His neck is bound,</div>
<div>
His senses muzzled;</div>
<div>
The chain is yet to cut.</div>
<div>
He breaks away,</div>
<div>
And tastes the air,</div>
<div>
Loving with every; but</div>
<div>
He runs and runs,</div>
<div>
Heart spilling with every step,</div>
<div>
But the chain has yet to cut.</div>
<div>
It chokes the nose,</div>
<div>
And rings the ears,</div>
<div>
And streams the eyes when shut.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
With slender frame, and wire fur,</div>
<div>
Four leather shoes to foot.</div>
<div>
With ears that see,</div>
<div>
A nose to see,</div>
<div>
And eyes that see when shut.</div>
<div>
A little boy, that loves,</div>
<div>
Has time for everything;</div>
<div>
And wants to see,</div>
<div>
And wants to feel,</div>
<div>
And wants to feel something.</div>
<div>
His neck is bound,</div>
<div>
His senses muzzled;</div>
<div>
All is stole from him.</div>
<div>
He'll chew his foot,</div>
<div>
And bite down hard</div>
<div>
If the chain is yet to cut.</div>
<div>
He breaks away,</div>
<div>
And tastes the air,</div>
<div>
Smells the earth</div>
<div>
Shakes the fur;</div>
<div>
But has the chain been cut.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05898189728032483014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787564381087015842.post-18702759365779774092015-02-02T13:40:00.001-08:002015-02-02T13:40:28.820-08:00The Nature Of A DogI am the dog, sat<br />
By your feet.<br />
Listening - I do listen;<br />
But why does that matter<br />
When you are not interested.<br />
Talk to me; don't<br />
Let me answer!<br />
<br />
Whatever<br />
I say the answer<br />
Comes from you.<br />
I play at tasting,<br />
And chasing.<br />
I learn your good,<br />
I whimper at your bad.<br />
<br />
I give you what,<br />
You sound like you want;<br />
But I am just the dog!<br />
What good is<br />
A bunny still alive?<br />
I didn't know, not this one.<br />
That's how I survive.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05898189728032483014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787564381087015842.post-59393804250586410842012-09-19T08:31:00.001-07:002012-09-19T08:35:49.518-07:00A Gypsy's Key<div><p>I have the key,<br>
I've got the key<br>
But to what,<br>
Who knows where;<br>
Or how to get there<br>
Or why. Still<br>
And still I try.</p>
<p>Sometimes I sit and beside me I cry,<br>
Where I look<br>
Of all I search.<br>
I try try try<br>
But it doesnt fit, <br>
There is no place that seems to be<br>
To fit the me, to fit this key.</p>
<p>Give it up<br>
Show me the way, this goddamned noise<br>
Deafening me<br>
Drilling into my skull,<br>
Letting it all drip out</p>
<p>Then I am nothing but a mess<br>
A puddle on the floor<br>
Crying on the key.</p>
<p>Is that the door?</p>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05898189728032483014noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787564381087015842.post-65655883107149833572012-09-18T01:30:00.001-07:002012-09-18T01:30:37.796-07:00For When The Devil Is Behind YouDon't forget<br />
All flowers push up through dirt,<br />
No matter how bright and beautiful.<br />
It's what makes you unique,<br />
Enigmatic, and you.<br />
Labels cannot stick to you, never, not<br />
Like the others and the others do.<br />
Embrace the freedom that has given you wings.<br />
<br />
Beauty is not just in the eye of the beholder,<br />
Rather, (and here comes the maths) it is everything you do<br />
Over everything you don't,<br />
Added to everything that is you.<br />
Don't stay in the negative too long<br />
(Logic would assume that negatives are just wrong)!<br />
Everything that is beautiful, is everything, is<br />
You.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05898189728032483014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787564381087015842.post-72121283478342778572012-09-17T16:42:00.000-07:002012-09-17T16:42:14.342-07:00Fire, Glow<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">In the drip drip dripping tap,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I hear the tick tock ticking clock,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">And the chimes as it strikes: </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Nine on the mantel top.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">The fire pop pops and crackle cracks,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">As the silence of the snowy night</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Rap tap taps at the door.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">There is nobody here;</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">now or ever before;</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">But the fire burns</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">And the clock ticks on -</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">And will only stop when the time is all gone. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">The comfy sheets, and those puffy pillows </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Will st</span><br />
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ay permanently plump,</div>
<br />
<br />
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Eagerly awaiting</div>
<br />
<br />
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<br />
<br />
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The last pops and crackles from the hearth,</div>
<br />
<br />
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The quick cold footsteps</div>
<br />
<br />
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And the slump and the two bodies jump</div>
<br />
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Retreating for the night. </div>
<br />
<br />
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<br /></div>
<br />
<br />
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In the ticking clock I wait,</div>
<br />
<br />
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Tending to the fire </div>
<br />
<br />
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The kettle at the boil, </div>
<br />
<br />
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Ready for desire,</div>
<br />
<br />
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I keep the pillows plumped</div>
<br />
<br />
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And the home a beacon in the night,</div>
<br />
<br />
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That her adrift in the snow dark sky will see my light.</div>
<br />
<br />
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Yet still there is wine and tea and food to eat, </div>
<br />
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Warmed toes by the fire.</div>
<br />
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<br /></div>
<br />
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What can I do, </div>
<br />
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Everything is ready.</div>
<br />
<br />
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<br /></div>
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All I need is you.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05898189728032483014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787564381087015842.post-89403701974806199862012-09-08T05:58:00.002-07:002012-09-08T05:58:34.262-07:00Day Four - The Cat Naps In CampThe cold plastic material smell<br />
Blotting out every other sense,<br />
As the husk drips and sweats<br />
With the dark breaths of night.<br />
<br />
The tearing shudder<br />
Throwing back the skin,<br />
Dragging in the morning light<br />
As it sniffs at this new day.<br />
<br />
Jostling for freedom<br />
The man is expelled,<br />
As the day reaches for all it can:<br />
Kissing, dewy, blissful white.<br />
<br />
The air holds nothing of the night,<br />
Only the smile is left:<br />
This absurd world -<br />
Stretching into the day<br />
<br />
Like a lazy Chesshire Cat.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05898189728032483014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787564381087015842.post-48011406561856187932012-08-13T13:01:00.001-07:002012-08-13T13:01:27.420-07:00Kubus Only Tasted Good Because You Recommended ItThe best thing I have ever known<br />
Is seeing your smile<br />
Blot out the summer sun.<br />
<br />
The sweetest song that has ever been sung,<br />
Flutters around my head<br />
With every word you speak.<br />
<br />
The closest to peace there ever was,<br />
Is sitting by your side,<br />
And the touch of your hand.<br />
<br />
Without you, my life would go on;<br />
Without the warm Summers breeze.<br />
Without you the colours wont shine,<br />
They wont paint pictures<br />
In the Autumn leaves.<br />
<br />
Without you a smile uses muscles,<br />
To counteract a frown.<br />
With you, I hardly noticed;<br />
But it was always around.<br />
<br />
If only time could stop,<br />
Then I could win your heart.<br />
<br />
You don't love me<br />
And probably never will.<br />
I wanted to tell you how you make me feel.<br />
To show you.<br />
I could never do that. I love you too much.<br />
<br />
The best thing I have ever known<br />
Is standing in your smile.<br />
Though it is all it might ever be<br />
<br />
I just can't stop.<br />
I can't stop loving the birds, the littlest insects, people as the pass me by,<br />
The leaves, and the trees, the sun, wind, the rain;<br />
The night, the day, food;<br />
Every little problem in my life, every success,<br />
Every time I think it is the end.<br />
<br />
It shines on in pure blissful knowledge.<br />
It shines because you make it shine.<br />
<br />
The best thing I have ever know<br />
Is you.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05898189728032483014noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787564381087015842.post-35313421506152914572012-08-04T05:52:00.001-07:002012-08-04T05:52:02.487-07:00So PitifulI liked to think I wasn't alone;<br />
But even my own reflection wont look at me.<br />
I cried the other night,<br />
Only to find myself<br />
Mocking and laughing<br />
At the idiot that I was.<br />
I find myself<br />
Just barely tolerating<br />
My feeble body and weak mind.<br />
Shedding my skin<br />
Like returning home after a winter walk;<br />
One that involved much exertion.<br />
I don't care much to think of myself,<br />
I am not sure we even get on,<br />
I'm happy this way.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05898189728032483014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787564381087015842.post-59752885242144972622012-07-18T08:02:00.000-07:002012-07-18T08:02:23.132-07:00When Only The Clouds MoveDon't be so sure,<br />
It's as easy to say it wont snow tomorrow.<br />
I feel the cold, can't you.<br />
My limbs and extremities shook,<br />
All I feel is numb.<br />
Like ice, only not enough hair<br />
To stand up to this.<br />
A lot can happen before tomorrow.<br />
Its getting cold as this day<br />
Only grows short.<br />
Where is everyone.<br />
Time is ready to freeze<br />
The blank sickness<br />
Of the white sky,<br />
And the tame frosted glass<br />
Grass hills.<br />
All still like a night illuminated;<br />
I sit smudged across<br />
A photo of warmth and awe,<br />
In this frozen scene.<br />
I burrow and dig,<br />
I am long gone,<br />
Frozen: just ice.<br />
You'll come out in the thaw.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05898189728032483014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787564381087015842.post-2819034827241764702012-07-18T07:15:00.001-07:002012-07-18T07:15:36.753-07:00Broken CompassDid you hear me call you,<br />
When all beds had partners?<br />
I was going to call on you;<br />
But what would I say.<br />
Nothing can make the time up.<br />
Like those you really love,<br />
Time: when you realise, its gone away.<br />
I tried not to dream of you, last night,<br />
When we slept, so far apart.<br />
I heard your voice<br />
Before I seen your face.<br />
I never knew you, before;<br />
I don't even know you now.<br />
I search days, days,<br />
People and faces,<br />
Where is your congruency,<br />
Just the negative<br />
Sitting still like the photo,<br />
Waiting for the light, my life,<br />
Spinning in illegitimacy.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05898189728032483014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787564381087015842.post-85457787380799628772012-07-14T07:33:00.000-07:002012-07-14T07:33:35.168-07:00Epitaphs In GreyThe grey upon the grey,<br />
In a grey night of grey,<br />
Upon my grey white pillow.<br />
My eyes grey to black.<br />
Out of my grey sight<br />
A little black grey figure<br />
Rounds the grey white crest<br />
Of my grey white pillow,<br />
Sitting in the grey of night.<br />
The little grey brown spider,<br />
Seeing my eyes grey to black,<br />
Scuttling fast across the grey white mass,<br />
Into the black grey of my mouth.<br />
I can't move in the grey night,<br />
Upon my nest of grey white,<br />
As the grey black sits heavy<br />
On my grey flesh.<br />
I feel the grey brown legs<br />
Stopping on my maroon grey tongue,<br />
Then scuttling down into the grey black gullet.<br />
My body frozen in the grey of time,<br />
In the grey night of grey:<br />
A corpse of grey,<br />
Lain upon a grey white grave<br />
In the grey grey night.<br />
The grey green light<br />
Turns grey to black.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05898189728032483014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787564381087015842.post-69292236402147456052012-07-09T08:23:00.001-07:002012-07-09T08:23:54.089-07:00I Don't MindSweet mind, little mind, or no mind at all;<br />
I don't mind,<br />
If you don't.<br />
Just don't call, I can't be talked down;<br />
I've been built up for the big fall.<br />
I can't be talked to:<br />
Talk to you, I wont.<br />
Let us look at my chances,<br />
And think about<br />
The whole lot of nothing<br />
That you can do.<br />
Think about it and see,<br />
Everything I say<br />
Might be true;<br />
Then again I might have lied,<br />
At least you tried;<br />
But seeing inside from outside<br />
Is as hard as can be;<br />
Don't you agree.<br />
<br />
Say what you like;<br />
Sweet mind, little mind,<br />
I don't mind at all.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05898189728032483014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787564381087015842.post-60190316113294160712012-07-03T03:32:00.001-07:002012-07-03T03:32:48.954-07:00Dead Man's BellsDead man's bells,<br />
Dead man's bells,<br />
Louder and louder, driving me madly<br />
Towards the tower.<br />
I'll climb the steps<br />
And throw myself<br />
From the Dead man's bells.<br />
<br />
Dead man's bells,<br />
Dead man's bells;<br />
To drive out this pain,<br />
Sitting like a ball<br />
Deep within my pit.<br />
I can't tear it out,<br />
I'll flush it out<br />
With the Dead man's bells.<br />
<br />
Dead man's bells,<br />
Dead man's bells;<br />
A sweet silent song you sing,<br />
Teach me how to sing,<br />
Let me drink you in;<br />
I cannot think of a song more beautiful,<br />
Than the silence you will bring,<br />
As I attend to chorus<br />
Of the Dead man's bells.<br />
<br />
Dead man's bells,<br />
Dead man's bells;<br />
I wish I had never heard you sing,<br />
I wish your beauty pass me by;<br />
But now I've been sucked in.<br />
You drive me mad,<br />
Dead man's bells,<br />
And now I hear no other song.<br />
The only way to stop the Dead man's bells<br />
Is the Dead man's bells.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05898189728032483014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787564381087015842.post-79045403110085958032012-07-01T09:31:00.000-07:002012-07-01T09:31:28.638-07:00In The RainI'm looking for you in the cold grey rain,<br />
To stand besides, to watch the night roll in.<br />
The water slips from my hair, running down my skin.<br />
Where are you, black shadow girl,<br />
To find love in the cold grey rain.<br />
The wind stings a frightened dog nip across my cheek;<br />
Where are you to ease my pain.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05898189728032483014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787564381087015842.post-49413168649186970382012-06-23T00:17:00.000-07:002012-06-23T00:17:02.391-07:00The Hollow HuskI gave my soul away,<br />
To whom I cannot recall.<br />
Wandering lonely in the dark,<br />
My hand runs the wet cold wall.<br />
Inside I'm just a rat in a maze:<br />
Inside, an eternal fight.<br />
Whom has the quest to lift this curse,<br />
Who can put it right.<br />
So I wander on waiting<br />
For the day to save my soul,<br />
No light at the end of the tunnel,<br />
No relent in the endless goal.<br />
I fear not in the dark,<br />
Which I do of I,<br />
My own worst enemy;<br />
He whom tells to give up and die.<br />
I wish I could hear,<br />
I wish I only asked why.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05898189728032483014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787564381087015842.post-13321716947610369302012-06-17T05:21:00.001-07:002012-06-17T05:21:51.351-07:00The Hard And Dirty FeetOne pair of feet<br />
Carry this sad sack of shit,<br />
Through this meandering mess of a life.<br />
Holding only memories,<br />
The rest slipping;<br />
Falling through the gaps<br />
Never to be seen again.<br />
Searching, forever searching,<br />
Never finding,<br />
Not knowing what's even being searched for.<br />
Moving like the wandering dead,<br />
A deathly shadow with no place to rest;<br />
No place that feels like home,<br />
No love to kindle love:<br />
The love that burns, yearning.<br />
And so, these lonely feet<br />
Continue to roam.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05898189728032483014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787564381087015842.post-5979151568124849992012-06-17T05:03:00.001-07:002012-06-17T05:03:32.034-07:00Waiting For Her SunThe air sits still in the valley,<br />
As the wind rushes past above,<br />
Spots of rain begin to infest<br />
Each of the slate flagstones.<br />
The trees watch silently<br />
The day passing by,<br />
In this forever lonely<br />
Grey pallor world.<br />
Peace:<br />
Like the hours before the dawn,<br />
Dark and deathly;<br />
Where nothing seems to move,<br />
Only the rain falling<br />
In lethargic tear drops.<br />
<br />
Crying out for the warm kiss of sun,<br />
To feel her touch<br />
Upon skin, earth, and everything<br />
Blessed by her beauty:<br />
Golden rays, brushing over the land<br />
Like the long angel locks,<br />
Falling from her crown,<br />
Framing this world, mirroring<br />
Her enigmatic face<br />
That captures the heart<br />
At the very first glance.<br />
Clear the weeping rain from the step,<br />
Running hands through golden hair;<br />
Come sweet kissing sun.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05898189728032483014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787564381087015842.post-39976230736146166562012-06-09T11:17:00.001-07:002012-06-09T11:17:35.291-07:00A Flower Kept In A PocketYou can't see the words I speak<br />
When nobody is around,<br />
Or what I think when I look,<br />
When I don't make a sound.<br />
<br />
You can't sense what I feel<br />
When walking in the wood,<br />
Or why, at all, I walk.<br />
I wish you could.<br />
<br />
You don't see the beauty<br />
That burns my soul,<br />
Or what I want, what I need<br />
To make me feel whole.<br />
<br />
You don't see the light<br />
That fills this place,<br />
Or the sweet scented flowers<br />
That at your feet, grace.<br />
<br />
You wont ever look with these eyes of mine,<br />
That see this truth;<br />
And for all that is written and drawn,<br />
You are the living proof.<br />
<br />
You wont warm to the touch<br />
Of my two hands, you see.<br />
I'll hold them out wide<br />
And you'll never come to me.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05898189728032483014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787564381087015842.post-66022932738454091652012-06-02T02:03:00.003-07:002012-06-02T02:08:51.409-07:00Angel ArtistA brook, a field,<br />
Big rocks, and little stones,<br />
Some sheep, and some trees.<br />
The sweetest birdsong<br />
Unto ears blessed;<br />
From moors and seashore in the east,<br />
To mountains and lakes in the west.<br />
<br />
The beauty of a dream<br />
Sits within my field of vision,<br />
Burning like the sun.<br />
She is the valley<br />
And all sits within her creases,<br />
Living like the green, and ceaseless<br />
<br />
Valley grass; feeding, nourishing,<br />
On which the newborn lambs<br />
Rest their woollen heads;<br />
Where we lay down<br />
In the sun's golden strands:<br />
One look, a brush of hands.<br />
<br />
One look, a brush of hands,<br />
And the wind whispers on,<br />
I open my eyes, as if from sleep;<br />
She was just a dream<br />
And though for her I search<br />
She is gone.<br />
<br />
The artist of the valley,<br />
Painting the grass so green,<br />
Playing those sweet songs for me;<br />
I search your hips and arch of your brow,<br />
To paint you a smile<br />
To match the smile you give me.<br />
<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05898189728032483014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787564381087015842.post-49538156000652175052012-05-15T01:47:00.000-07:002012-05-15T01:47:00.783-07:00Blind-sided By Blindness<br />
I will never be so willing<br />
Extrovert again,<br />
When all about is marred<br />
By gall and veiny wen.<br />
<br />
And just like fresh fruit<br />
Taken from the tree,<br />
Perfect in its moment<br />
Never for eternity.<br />
<br />
Much like the speech<br />
Book read,<br />
It has to end, and life<br />
Justified by the dead.<br />
<br />
Gluttonous greed shadows<br />
Will never sate,<br />
To dig one's grave<br />
To seal all fate.<br />
<br />
Caged birds sing<br />
Happy in security,<br />
Only truth can soar<br />
On wings flying free.<br />
<br />
Warming milk on the stove<br />
Bubbled over and burnt,<br />
The story of life, the story-book<br />
Read but nothing learnt.<br />
<br />
And what was once one<br />
Bruises on fruit no longer fresh,<br />
The amicable and benign<br />
Blistering out of the flesh.<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05898189728032483014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787564381087015842.post-40250195625145423772012-05-15T01:15:00.000-07:002012-05-15T01:15:04.062-07:00St. Jude (St. Vincent Millay Pastiche)After all my erstwhile executioner,<br />
My no-longer affable;<br />
Need we say it wasn't love<br />
Just because it's liable.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05898189728032483014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787564381087015842.post-41134947601933600562012-05-14T01:40:00.000-07:002012-05-14T01:40:09.741-07:00Sickle StickleIn solitude by the tearing force,<br />
Sheltered beneath the crag;<br />
Barrelling down the valley<br />
An excruciating gale deafens<br />
Silence,<br />
From heart, soul, and mind.<br />
<br />
I cry not, and care not,<br />
Living:<br />
Sheep, hiding all they possess<br />
In secrecy and fear,<br />
Hiding<br />
Something from me.<br />
<br />
Upon mossy rocks,<br />
Over damp boggy fells;<br />
The trickle of stones<br />
Down from the pike,<br />
Ominous<br />
Unseen desperation.<br />
<br />
I cannot see the lost lamb,<br />
Bleating by a beck;<br />
Or smell the sodden rotting flesh,<br />
Ewe, lying dead<br />
As the tarn water dissolves<br />
What meat there was<br />
<br />
Taking all over the tearing force,<br />
Pushed on, faster, and faster<br />
By the masterful, unforgiving wind;<br />
Spreading all: settling dust,<br />
Leaving nothing that was,<br />
In silence.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05898189728032483014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787564381087015842.post-65329440116251428332012-04-25T06:58:00.000-07:002012-04-25T06:58:15.969-07:00Mostly InsignificantBorn on the full moon,<br />
The summer of eighty-eight;<br />
Being a baby is always easy,<br />
No value no worth:<br />
His mother even leaves, see. Now<br />
Just keep pounding the street,<br />
He lives on his feet<br />
Living for his soul<br />
His heart, trying to make ends meet;<br />
And he can play around,<br />
But he knows where it lies,<br />
Study the man but you wont find the ties;<br />
A free man, no body,<br />
He lives and he dies.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05898189728032483014noreply@blogger.com0