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[Jul. 22nd, 2005|08:48 pm] |
here's my favorite poem i have written:
The rain is pouring down again
the clouds too weak to hold in such expression
and I wonder if you see my mouth is weak
the breath that i draw in
does not account for much
except when you take it away
When i hold your hand
i wonder if you understand
it's my way of asking you to stay
Can you see me?
Do you see this?
Here am i on the ground
the air filled with a smell so sweet
my hair let down and wet with tears
and my mouth kissing your feet
Can you hear this passion?
I'm screaming in your ear
while curled up on the floor
adding to the silence here
My song is loud yet goes unsung
still i need you to hear me
without me moving my tongue
I need you to see me
while i lie at your feet
I need you to kneel here
and meet me where i am.
others:
Breath into me
then simply be, simply be
isn't it enough to be alive? truly alive?
Be still, be still
and hear what follows in the silence
trust the power of your knees
and sit on them a while
to simply be, simply be
the air is thick with anticipation
but no, don't move toward it
be still, be still
be calm and let your cares pass by
let them all pass away
and simply be, simply be. |
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[Apr. 28th, 2005|07:26 pm] |
Brown eyes in vivid detail
asking too much of mine
begging, pleading, seeking
denial is the winter wind
and sunshine will not permit such bitterness
my head is in your hands
hush
breath
heartbeats come too quickly
devotion comes too quickly
i can hear your whispers in my ears
i can see your smile when i close my eyes
but then i could miss your face
And still i know that patience comes in dark hours
there is still beauty when your eyes turn away
still longing when you are angry
i see you when you have given up
hush
breath
i'll hold your hand even when you are weak
when your mind is clouded i will not say a word
i'll put my hand on your cheek
kiss your forehead
and fall asleep at your feet
because i know sometimes your arms get tired
I reach my hands up high
to find you there among the light
but the height is too great to reach with arms too long
i fall back to soot and ash
and on my knees i find you there
waiting
and on the mountaintop i tumble down
with arms surrounding souls that just weren't ready
Take me Home to Breathless Heights where Hands are Reaching
Find me here in this grave i dug myself
where the only beautiful hands are mutilated
i cannot move from here with my feet in chains
i cannot move from anywhere with all this screaming
so this is where you go when you fail to reach the dream assigned to you
when it is healthier to take some medication that the pretends to kill the pain
than operate on that heart of yours that crawls
Gee i sure hope i'm not next in line
i am not going to sleep until i see your face
and the sun won't go down until i do so
i'm so far beyond taking your hand, but what am i closer to?
every word that comes out of his mouth is pointless
he does not know the flowers fade in the end
but neither do i, neither do i
so i get on my face while my eyes run away with my thoughts
to ask you once more to be here
how did you know i give more attention to the play than you?
i guess because my eyes aren't on you
There is so little i have to give
i might just keep it to myself, though you said you could make it so much more
and i'm tired! i'm hopeless! i'm a wretch, i'm abandoned
why would you want a beggar like me?
but still you pay the fee
much too high for the likes of me
and i fell into your arms, my baggage sinking into the snow
So this is that joy they were singing about. |
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[Apr. 23rd, 2005|09:01 pm] |
i think from now on this will be poems and letters to Giorgio.
this one is a tad...uh...i dunno.
Love for Sale on the Street Corner
Here's this little heart of mine
I thought before i would save it for you
but it got too hard, you went too far
So i gave it to another boy
he crumpled it and left it on the ground
and when the rain poured down from a weeping sky
it got wet and the color ran out from it onto my hands
Here are these little hands of mine
red, it's true, still i saved them for you
but your hands were full, your mind was full
So i sold them to another man
"50 cents to hold my hand"
and he payed
you weren't there
Here's this little waist of mine
all ready to be wrapped in your arms
but where are those arms of yours?
busy i suppose, with other waists, other hands (oh my heart!)
"5 dollars for a slender waist"
Oh look, a hand is raised
sold to the lustful eyes in the back
(Where are your lovely diamond eyes? Not looking into mine.)
((but neither are his))
Here are these soft lips of mine
Saved and waiting to touch yours for the first time
but what does it matter now? you gave away your first already
Not to the same lips as belong to the hands or the waist
(i miss your heart)
"20 dollars for this, my first kiss, i'm a quick learner"
a wave of arms. oh the greedy hands are reaching
sold. sold. sold.
Here are these memories of you and i
i saved them for you, for your mind
you don't remember so why should i?
these i will not sell though
what are such things worth
yes, nothing.(except everything)
i wrote them down and nailed them to your door
Here, HERE is this love of mine!
spoiled and wasted
nothing but a mess, nothing but dust
"Love for sale on a street corner!
come and get it"
(They were cheated though.
everything of mine already belonged to you) |
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| i like this one |
[Sep. 12th, 2004|07:32 pm] |
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he didn't have a name
he didn't need one either
to see his face was to remember
everything good that had been lost
he danced as though he knew he could do no wrong
and when he pulled me closer
I found that he moved to the music of his heart
so i began to syncronize with the solemn beat of a revolutionary
he never saw the sun's rays interlace with the mountain tops
as he slipped his fingers into mine
his eyes-immitating a cloud outlined in the light of the sky-
never left my own as the moon's illumination became a spotlight
he continued dancing through every season
not minding that the clouds had descended from the sky
and that he was drenched in pale blue moonlight
not even minding that I was still his partner
so I continued to syncronize with the unashamed beat of a revolutionary. |
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| more junk |
[Sep. 10th, 2004|10:54 pm] |
darcy likes this one:
Two hearts are laying together
under a shower curtain of stars
and the droplets are running down
and we can't see anything as we're blurred into the painting
and we can see everything as stars blur us into a painting
The sound of water colliding with closed doors
is dancing in my ears
and i know if i don't like it i can cross it out
and we can't see anything as we're written onto the paper
and we can see everything as thoughts write us onto paper
i think i kinda like it too |
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