listen
and scale the sky
in wordless emptiness,
feeling arcs like turbulent skies
release.
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listen
and scale the sky
in wordless emptiness,
feeling arcs like turbulent skies
release.
release
winged desires
from the forbidding cage--
let them, in the blues of sky, be
portrayed
portrayed
above the fire,
the patriarch in pose,
scabbardless, with eyes sharp as swords,
he stares
loved it! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by firefangled
he stares
at the ceiling
and his mind wanders on...
unnoticed, a beetle rests on
his hair
his hair
turned white, then
it disappeared like snow,
now the mountain peak is exposed—
warm hats…
warm hats,
warm coats, cool cars,
big boats, good food, play par,
bored broods, feels flat, wants more, starts war,
piss poor
piss poor
not a pot to
chase or catch a church mouse
so let him nibble, it's potluck
tonight
Quote:
Originally Posted by ampoule
Very good! I was wondering what would be the take on those two!
tonight,
I will not sleep,
for when the moon is full
the Mockingbird will sing all night
for me
for me
the wind whistles
through the highest branches
playing the music of nature
on key
on key
the mistrals play
the caves along the cliffs;
at times a distant train can't help
but wail
but wail
with mournful cries
crouched in the destruction
of our green world, our blue planet,
our home
Our home
now is threatened—
developers decisions.
They bought the mountaintop. Wasn’t that
enough?.
Enough
isn't the same
to a businessman in
New York and a hungry child in
Darfur
Darfur
is the blood that
runs through your and my veins
when it ought to be spilling out
with theirs
with theirs
I will take mine
and we all have enough
or too much really, but who can
say no
say so
I need to hear
I need to feel your voice
your breath against my neck, your voice
tempts me
tempts me
they do, this tray
of sweet chocolate goodies...
just a pinch....just a taste....just a
dozen
dozen,
a good number,
with some fine Pinot Noir,
maybe melted on strawberries,
dark dove
dark dove
sleeping, waiting,
perhaps dreaming also
of a daybreak that draws upon
mourning
mourning
in a puddle
of decayed emotions
spirit kept alive only through
sheer will
mourning
passing mornings—
missing innocent ones,
prey to those who fear neither God
nor man…
sheer will
is all that stops
me from taking up arms
myself, and striking back, solving
nothing...
nothing
dissolves into
everything, imagines
it could be anything...at least
something
something,
perhaps perfume,
turned my head, it was her;
each heartbeat shook me, my lips burned...
I woke
I woke
but not quickly
it's good to roll and stretch
to tell your blood, let's get going
there's life
there's life
when feeling cuts,
and words slip into wounds
heavy and sensual, love revels
in hurt
in hurt
there is the chance
of restoration, but
in perfect health there is only
more health
god that's goodQuote:
Originally Posted by Riesa
more health
to trim worry's
sculpted lines, a beating
heart to fan folded paper wings,
lifting
lifting
with heightened breath,
expecting nothing yet
knowing that beauty awaits in
the mist
the mist
showers our wounds
but stings our openness,
refreshed, yet recoiling, a scab
does grow
does grow
and bear young deer—
one in the field—triplets!
proudly she comes out near sunset—
show-off!
show off
your talents, hon....
be proud of all of your
accomplishments and hold your head
up high
up high
it won't bite you
reach, reach higher, touch it,
there now, see how pleasant it is
to feel
to feel
again, as if
for the very first time
the fuzz of a peach or a love's
first kiss
first kiss
between would-be
lovers -- a moment of
blissful recognition of all
we've missed
we've missed
nothing, their eyes,
still young in worn faces,
lives, faceted like the night sky,
one love
one love
is all i need
to plan a life with you
together we live forever
here now
here now
never again
you can use this moment
to hasten into your future
headlong
headlong
crashing parties
or at least peeking in
while Poppy blows his candles out
wishing
Wishing
doesn't make real
all of the dreams you've dreamed.
Instead of wishing try to fly
higher.
higher
I have been once
thought myself above norm
reality struck, knocked down to
my knees...