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Seventh to the DawnWhence forgotten seven sighs
I heard a man tell seven lies
As list'ning birds did cease their songs
I saw a man do seven wrongs
'Pon the heavens, no sacred knaves
But then he did dig seven graves
Though wrathful but yet without sin
I saw this man jump direct in
As thoughts forsook and shadows fell
I witnessed him crawl straight to hell
As in a state of mind he crossed
And ever was he quickly lost
The moral is, though sadly sung
But never should your hands be wrung
For joy is but a cheerful pain
So goes my careful wrought refrain
And sorrow is a happiness won
Through pleasures known and miles run
Unto the world we've not a friend
So do we leave it in the end
Yet lonely, be you not alone
Your mind is all you've ever known
Your thoughts run true and feelings deep
So when the shadows' ending creep
Look to yourself for knowledge true
That all the 'Verse be shaped by you
And verses be sung to new refrain
The blackness comes, but not with pain
A beauty stark, still, cold and clear
Devoid of g
Thoughts of Godly IntentKiller quickly! Before they see you! Want to age but, cannot be you? Want to truth, but fraught with lie? Try to hasten, just to die. Try to buyback, just to lose; try to squabble, just to choose. Are you hearing? You're the last! Eat like ostrich, time is past. Tense the wording, age the Hell, try at midnight--rebel yell BUT! Do it softly, and none too quick; got a match? Candlestick? Righteous wailing, fill the night, pat your back, and take your flight. God is waiting, Devil's food; spawn the happy, love the rude and ever, always, insensitive.
RoundaboutRoundabout yet home again
Whence the bicker'd twilight come
Roused upon by clinging hen
Hence the flight'd will be done
Once before I gave my will
Up upon a knighted cloud
Ne'er again to breathing still
With'n tattered musty shroud
Hapless did I wander north
To the frozen bleak expanse
Sent my falt'ring heartbox forth
When her eyes bespoke a trance
Now I see a one distraught
Fetching shades of soften'ng fire
A heart as mine so overwrought
Resplendent in phoenix fire
Return afar from northern frost
To quench within passion's flame
Iron forged with strength once lost
In binding lives 'twill be the same
CorinthiaWatched from the near edge, eagle wings in Flight,
Sailed across the stars, saved the boy from Night;
Willed across the worlds, cried unto the Gods,
Cradled close my heart, leaving me to Nod's.
Wade out to the shore, walk unto his Side,
Be forever friend, dance the blushing Bride.
Sail across the sea, render unto Him;
Make your joyous noise, keep the sorrow Slim.
Coming 'last to home, bed b'neath the Moon;
Sorrow's blanket spread, nightfall coming Soon.
Resting dearly earned, peaceful dreams of Spring;
Seeing you again, when our souls take Wing.
Beauty in Movement PerceivedMoving clouds craft shapes of gneiss and iron,
As a still mist is but shattered ruby and glass;
With a roll 'pon the carpet comes rug-burn,
But give time, and the hours shall come to pass.
Lie still to watch the vision of day's turn,
Lest the daydreams of kings escape the grass.
Whence come the sleeper to these gated dreams:
It a passing fancy to the fool seems.
Smoke the stomping FAILURE!
Watch the rip'ning Tale of the Fish
Oft the record, off the record,
Lay a quiet, scaly wish,
Glitter'd bright, as stars at night
Blinding like the noonday Sun
Fall'n like the prideful One
Have a piece of peace and smiling
All the hands in pockets whiling
Find the pie with everybody's thumb
Seek the boy who hasn't any plumb
Find him waiting, turn him Outside-In,
Boil't well in oil, stick'm with a pin!
Yesterday is ought,
But only tomorrow's Sin.
Six Second Poem"We're all the same," she said. "Friend, tell me," she asked, "how are we different?"
For six seconds I paused, then I said:
Some of us ..
love more than we hate,
laugh more than we cry,
work harder than we play, but
live before we die.
Some of us don't.
And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
I willI will love you
all the way to the place where ladybirds go to die,
to the lushest corners of the earth
that hold the secrets no man was meant to see
and we will find them, and know them together.
I will love you
all the way to the place where bubbles are made
at the bottom of a glass of cider
that blisters the glass with condensation
as we trade hats and laugh at the way the air smiles.
I will love you
all the way inside a branch where buds dream of Becoming,
where those one-day-flowers stir wooden hearts
into an uprising, into a blossoming life
and we will plant our ambitions there, in the blooming place.
I will love you
all the way to the square brackets that hold our boxes
because you are my best friends, and you will be
as we fold papery hands around paper-cut wrists and cry
and mourn eighty-odd years flown by too fast. Even then.
Even then, I will love you still.
Beyond LoveYou say 'beautiful' like a mistake -
like it slipped out unwarranted
from those dark parts of your mind
that you don't want me to go to,
you say it like that.
You caress like it's worship -
like if you pressed too hard
or took too much, you'd pay the price
and I love those urgent times when
you're willing to pay it.
You teach me love like I'll die without it -
like if you don't defrost me
and my frozen image of myself,
then I might stop breathing
and extinguish beneath my own icy damnation.
You kiss me like you have to -
like we're sharing an oxygen tank
in a toxic, broken-down universe
and you are trying not to breathe
to save me.
You kiss me like that.
You love me, like that -
how am I supposed to resist
a man who loves me beyond his own sense
and senses - beyond love ?
love didn't matter, but home was with youi.
there's still shadows left of you
even with the
little that remains. i wish
sometimes the light
would stop it's singing long enough
for them to grow,
my heart spends enough
time aching when
just the photographs
show their faces.
you took me
to a wedding once - it was a cold
night, and the
of stars in the sky made
it seem like God's
breath was reaching out
to earth. i don't remember
the names of the two who
indefinitely, anymore, not
when the wind's taken
in it's hold; but i remember crying because
love's just so damn
hard to find, and you
found me instead behind
the rosebushes that
were too stained to be called
me that sometimes
love doesn't matter, and
i (did)n't want to
you asked me once if anything
mattered, a lighter
gracing one hand and a
cigarette lining your
lips. i wasn't
sure back then
and i don't know
if i am now
(but i think i want to say yes).
my body never felt
unarticulatedtonight I ask myself:
where are you going with all these names
in your pockets? syllables that taste
unauthentic in the desperate American
repression is a series of images
earthbound angels breathing
flame, starving hands speaking
in tongues, glazed eyes
asking are you fucking okay
pale skin becoming moonlight,
reflecting and refracting and
the quiet understatement
The Elephant ManHe had elephant hands; swollen and tendered
by old age and wiping away childrens' crying
so they were leathered and carefully painted
with a veneer of the dust made by old books,
but when he read to me the pages didn't shake
and his throat didn't contract about the words
like they were enemies to be spat out, bloodied.
Lungs didn't shiver and eyes didn't milk, then.
Now, I see love ephemeral. I see love half-dead
and carving its riverbed path, slowly eroding;
until it can rejoin oceans once known in heaven.
Now, I see him ephemeral. I see him half-living.
I see the fear of burdenship as the only thing
that makes his eyes flicker how Pernod used to.
I see a beautiful, crumpled drawing of my hero
as my grandfather slips, wearily, back to sleep.
Diamond TearIn silence
I observe them
Laughing and having fun
While I'm in my corner
I feel out of place
I don't belong here
So I leave
And no one notices
Now I'm out on the street
A dark and silent one
Enjoying the breeze
Lost in my thoughts
Suddenly I hear a sob
And I look around
I see a girl
Sitting on a bench
A single diamond tear
Running down her face
I don't know her
No one else is around
I could just leave
But I can't
So I sit by her side and ask
Without looking her in the eyes
For a moment
And then she takes my hand
And we look
Into each other's eyes
And she whispers
I've ForgottenWhen she died
I tied a knot in my stomach
so I would remember
but I've been so busy
trying to remember her dying
I forgot how to forget.
how to let go -
and the doctors said
they would cut me open
and snip her out
a blade between the bows
and the pain, would be gone
but I've forgotten
how to let go -
and I still don't want to.
A Sincere Feeling of Precious NeedAre, You, Wanting? Just a pause, a moment spent, or given
Freely transcribing, from sin to sinner, a canvas driven
Paint the whorls of her heart, stroke the brush upon the skin
Where there is no hatred true, a thiefless girl cannot make sin
Snatched from cradle, thrown to grave, err a glance was sent to sky
Listen well to heed the dripping laughter, 'neath dark angel's cry
Blackened men, with faces white, pale as snow, bloodless, tender
Feeling truthful, true to a fatherless heart, wayfared but never render
Sent beneath the speckled band of gold, parched for bluer blood
Never knowing sweet b'low the eyes of wanting 'neath the pristine mud
Wanted for the hands that sing, and ring the bells of clarity
Without seeking fantasy for which a man must cast his heart to charity
Formless as the mind, knowing, rhythm is the beat of spoken word
Coming once not first, nor e'er second, mere but a distant third
Now the milk is sour, and the kittens spit up right beside the bowl
When a child learns to
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