Lady Says Yes Soundless is the breath every time a lady says yes trembling with passion Eyes awake and full of desire, a please upon soft red lips With the heart beating faster, while her cries become louder Weakness overtakes senses that have fallen to waste when a lady says yes the world seems to end While heaven feels so near rising higher into ...
Updated 08-20-2008 at 09:34 PM by Dark Muse
So we have this long list of bad words at our house. One thing we don’t say is shut up, it’s rude. Sometimes I want to scream SHUT UP at the top of my lungs, but I don’t. I think everyone feels that way sometimes. My five year old, Mason, wanted me to be quiet; he was thinking and didn’t want to be distracted. I agreed to keep quiet, but when I did it really upset him. He looked up at me like I didn’t have a brain in my head. He said, “Mom, didn’t you just hear me? I said to be quiet for ...
The Soul Sound What happens when your face becomes lost within the rain and a voice no longer carries any weight, there were ghosts once who spoke in my ear, but now I no longer hear. What happens when the soul struggles to expose the thoughts we all own, while our breath is stolen and only the silence remains? It is the curse ...
Updated 08-20-2008 at 09:35 PM by Dark Muse
WHITE'S HISTORY "A poet's life, any life, is a process of unfolding realization… a responsibility for poetic values, poetry is a way not only of knowing but also of living in the world, straining towards feelings of consciousness in which what is outside is fused with what lies within the self." - Veronica Brady, introduction to South of My Days: A Biography of Judith Wright, , Angus and Robertson, Sydney, 1998. -------------------------------------------- ...
Updated 02-26-2012 at 12:32 AM by Ron Price (to do a partial edit of this document)
Perhaps there is a better place to post this but I am looking for what I thought was a poem. Sometimes I get hooked watching Turner Classic Movies and not too long ago there was a recitation by Morgan Freeman that began...Being but men we walked into the trees... I think I finally tracked it down as penned by Aldous Huxley in an essay, not a poem. I tried to find the exact writing but no luck. Is anyone familiar with it?
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