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when february's full moon rises
high and enclosed
by a halo of cold
and when my voice begins to rise
from winter's surrounding quiet
as if to speak your name
i have learned
to silence that voice
and when my attention turns
to observe the cold
on a clear starry night
i have trained myself
to see only a moon
and the stars
indifferent as the space that holds them
In Search of Dreaming
I wonder for how long
This thing has been living inside me.
A hidden, dormant
Waiting to emerge,
The unintelligible secret
Spilling from a mouth left ajar
And the dilapidation of broken synapses
At night in my dreams,
I am whole again,
And I can run
The way I can speak French flawlessly in the dreaming.
My hair streams behind me,
Kissed in moonlight
As I sail, swift,
In its silver remission,
And my lungs can hold
The breadth of the heavens
There in the limitless
Expanse of their space.
BLUES BEFORE SUNRISE
The blue note bends
Pulls their dancing bodies down
Towards the others
Pulls them both
Away from remembering
And towards the door
They should have been hours ago
Forgetting the promises
They once made to others
Their drunkenness blurs
The borders between
Their two separate bodies
Their separate pounding hearts
in memory of florence jackson
she wanted to be the beautiful swimmer
the particular condition
of identity blending
dissolving into a glistening arc
she sang the rhythm of the waves to the page
and became the beautiful swimmer
now i am the beautiful runner
insisting my stride through the early evening heat
listening to the disturbance in the trees
as an august wind rips through
may's lilac laden air
attending to the silver uproar of leaves
and remembering her to the sun
MelodyBread and butter pudding rests,
Upon a tattered album,
Memories lay cast aside,
Like lifeless broken limbs.
A world of desecrated harmless dreams,
Has fallen into nightmare,
All violent, hateful, turgid thoughts,
Reveal the scars once bared.
Yell! For none will hear your words,
With what will you destroy,
The darkness massing in your soul,
What method do you employ?
Guarded stalactites of sorrow,
Distractions mask the pain,
An anaesthetic claiming heart,
And with it stealing brain.
Bereft of feeling, hollowed - blank,
Will numbness guide your journey,
Or can you find the strength to fight,
Before you're on the gurney?
Seconds chased by unknown face,
Each moment fleet and passing,
Love in purest form is rare,
And can be everlasting.
Breathe and chase away the fear,
That courses, throbs within,
A product of a different time,
Born from rumoured sin.
Allow the feeling to return,
The searing, slicing wounds,
To weep, to burn and disappear,
Transform and build anew.
Create yourself a masterp
I AmI am a tree, twisted in the earth. I am dust
crumbling in the wind so, let me fly, with the wind;
clad in white, and let me take the reins,
riding winters coming across the northern reach.
Let my shadows run
across rolling hills, hair flowing back
and merging into the black of night, stars and moonlight.
I am a constellation,
set into the sky. I am the moon, waiting in the dark
so, unravel me from the universe, and
tie me to your bed.
I'll be your firefly when your own flame turns to smoke.
We will curl ourselves,
between the atoms in the space, and
listen to the thoughts of man and music spun like silk.
Your heart is far away now, but
maybe one day.
SpaceSpace is all but relative,
And love can be a joke,
Yet nothing comes when we can't feel,
And if we never spoke.
A lifetime built on misjudged moments,
Taken without pause,
Can breed a mountain of resentment,
Without a needful cause.
And while the death of wriggling pain,
That fights to find an answer,
Takes that which we built a hope,
It makes a fearsome master.
A guess, an estimation brought,
Amongst the writhing darkness,
Helps to quell contempt; hate!
That's built from bitterness.
Callous, cold and frigid fears,
That sneer and rob of joy,
May laugh at how I live my life,
And methods I employ.
But do they know of innocence?
Of bravery? Of power?
Or is it only logic's house,
In which they choose to cower?
Does life revolve with planets turn,
A calm and peaceful motion,
Or is it dirty, painful - raw,
A cyclic strong emotion.
I love and that is all I feel,
That I can be right now,
Yet how can I move past this pain,
When my heart cannot allow.
All I know is I let go,
Of all I fear and ca
Float onWhy won't we part ways,
If it's inminnent we'll fall?
Apart, again, and
We will probably fail.
Sink, drown, die
With our weights combined
Let's let go, cut loose
Finally, float on.
The art of givingPlease, take these gifts I have for you
My heart, my soul, my woe
Please accept me, I'm lonely too
Take these jewels, white and blue
Take the rubies red as blood
Please, take these gifts I have for you
Take the child that never grew,
My heart, who put his dreams on hold
Please, accept me, I'm lonely too.
Take my single, sharpened tooth,
Which pierced through words like stone
Please, take these gifts I have for you.
Leave me with nothing to lose
The lowest, so I can't sink more
Please, accept me, I'm lonely too
And when you eat me, I'll live anew
Another sad tale to be told
Please take these gifts I give to you
Please, accept me, I'm lonely too.
I WishI just wish I could look are they faces
Have ever wished
What to say you sorry
Wipe away the slate
Wash away you sin
Has the weight of ones sin ever buried you soul
But they shadows
I want to speak
I was to see them
But what I have done gives me not right
But all this silence is stupid
Friends should be there
It should not matter what you have done
No one should be alone
No matter what ones sins are
I just want a second chance
Is that too much to ask for
Or is that impossible
Just a dream
to youth and late night legendswe're never ones for consequence
and someone's always there to foot the bill
we'll lose our minds to myth and legend
i'll lose myself to late night thrill
you wear your heart on notes and chords
but i've burned out on your scene
i'd give you everything i've got
but i saved a little for the screen
the lines you fed me weren't tailor-made
the smiles shared were wearing thin
we were living life through sighs and smoke
now we're living on what might have been
i'm just a lie to end your sentence
and you were dialogue to fill a script
there's a story in our romance
but for now i'm ill-equipped
so take her out for milkshakes
i'll be dancing on the downtown streets
still there's a story in the waiting
while still your songs are skipping beats
ZerosSometimes it seems like the whole world is made up of ones and zeros.
Straight or round, thick or thin.
Upright or circuitous.
Ones and zeros.
It seems like the entire world is made up of somethings, and nothings.
You are or you aren't.
You want to be or you don't.
Ones and zeros.
It seems like there is nothing left in this world but the two, together.
They compliment each other,
They make up a universe between themselves.
I am not one of them.
Not one of the ones and zeros.
Time ticking by in ones and zeros.
One second gone by, one more, one more.
Zero time left at the end of all the ones.
All just ones and zeros.
Why can't we all see the world in terms of binary?
Why does there have to be so many variables to a picture?
Why cant we all just see it the same?
Why don't we see ones and zeros?
I wish I was a robot in a world of flesh,I wi
at last.it is the end of all that i once was
and the beginning of all
i've sought to be. but i still find memories
in the cracks of this new concrete,
feel their hands at my feet.
their is a yearning for the past
that plagues this shallow heart
and a hope for the future
that tears me apart; and i feel you here
in all that i do:
yes, i can still feel your breaths
in the soft morning dew.
there is an ocean outside my door,
a vast new depth to life
that my soul aches to explore.
the wind hums a harmony in my breast
as i stand,
and i swear wiggling my toes on this perch
i can feel my soul
bursting through my chest.
there is a stirring somewhere deep beneath my ribs,
a chink in this resistance
as i sink,
after elizabeth bishop (and for a friend)
last night i dreamed that
you loved me.
you took the moon
from its place in the the sky
and laid it in the white palms of
my open hands,
which set the white orb free,
the gentle toss becoming
the flight of wing on salty breeze.
its reflection passed over
deep and limitless,
but spangled with phosphorescence
mimicking the aching starlight above,
and then the bird was gone...
my hands left open
a silver basin of borrowed light,
shining from the night
of another poem.
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