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AstrologicalI have lost myself to
Venus & Mars,
tangled in their mismatched limbs.
Just dream dust & shattered prayers
begging for a new set of skin
(she can't remember where she orbits).
Pluck these fractured wings;
neither the Sun nor the Moon no longer
ache to see me fly in their luster.
part of me
in her neck.
Pull it out
and drop it
or keep it
in the back seat
of my car.
Where it can
lay a while
and stare at me.
Part of me
is not afraid
It is far less
than girls with
I believe in starry nights writing timeless songs
of all the yesterdays and tomorrows yet to come.
I believe in hearing the voice of love in rhyme;
I heard it as a child in my mother's lullabies.
Let's go down to the river now
and chase the butterflies.
I believe in playing, absorbing life's full sun,
dancing through the day until the night is done.
I believe in wishing wells never running dry,
granting us the time for a tender, slow goodbye.
Let's go down to the river now
and chase the butterflies.
Should I cross to the other side,
don't you worry; don't you cry.
There you'll see where tomorrow I'll be,
forever chasing butterflies...
on excusesthe floor creaked with a pressing tone
and my toes crept sadly toward you.
i heard the sounds
deep inside of your throat-
before they could come out,
before you could think them,
before you could stutter an
i was up all night and
the thought that, you,
were sleeping somewhere
naked, with your fingers
stretching and your dreams
retching up what you couldn't
admit to awake- was too much for me.
maybe if i
was next to you while you
were dreaming, your body
would admit to me that you
loved me. and you wanted to make
me cum. it had been so long.
you blinked hard, fast
your eyes shaking, dying fish.
i pulled you apart
like the ribbon
False ProphetsPoems and love songs breed dead dreams,
strangled by weeds, face down in the ground
with no roses to mourn them.
Singers are poets that croon
(if you happen to lose your little heart to their tune)
and poets are false prophets -
true love will last forever
if they care to write it,
but not if you swallow the lines...
yet, they always do.
We all have a place
set for us in the shade
in our own private garden of weeds.
Is her chest.
She feels around for emotions;
Sadness and anger is what she has mastered the best.
World moves around her
In top-speed rate,
While she stands still or get maneuvered around
Like a dense grey stone in the rapids of fate.
Erosion shapes her outsides
As a rough unapproachable being;
It builds up the pressure inside
Where she's really quite more softer than what you're seeing.
But don't expect for there to be a heart,
It's already shattered to pieces and is reformed from charred coals;
Even now and again it is crumbling apart;
Life has filled it with so many holes....
Is her chest.
She feels no emotion,
Today my rainbow flag
Stands proud next to
The American flag.
Today my flag is counted
Equal. Represents equality
To our nation.
Today the rainbow flag
Represents the gay
Community not as a
Separate any longer
But as a whole. As
My state Minnesota
Legalizes gay marriage.
Within A BoxIt's a prison for the minds of haunted souls
an odd prison, not large enough to contain its prisoners
and yet it encompasses every fiber of their being
in silent, silent spaces.
Haunted souls are searching for the key
there is no key, but they don't know any better
and what harm could it do? Hope is better than nothing
here's an unlocked open door for you.
Little trinkets haunt souls with their questions
and we want answers, but they won't give
anything away. Very smart,
you know the world is ending soon.
(The best of which are only
crude descriptions of the magic
they are looking for.)
BalanceWe tend to see the bad in the good
But not the good in the bad
And it turns out we missed
Just how much good we had
Because life is all ups and downs
As the saying goes
But instead of striving for ups
We just go with the flow
We overlook what’s around us
And only focus within
When it should be about balance
Like a bird in the wind
Too strong, too weakWe were on the verge of wisdom but
So young, still.
As young as the freshly born flowers,
Too weak for winter, too strong for love.
We've believed often that the world
Belonged to us
And we let our emotions take us deep.
We were young lovers,
And young fools.
My mother taught me to block out my tears.
She said that when we start feeling, truly feeling
We will sink into the abyss of madness.
"I will never love. I will never hate," said the golden girl.
"I will never cry. I will never fear," said she.
Prayer to Odin from experienceAl-father Odin! You who hung for 9 days and suffered on the tree of Yggdrasil.
In so you received and gave us the runes and its mysteries.
You who have given up an eye to see and know beyond sight and knowledge.
Allow me to be strong through my own sacrifice and suffering.
So that one day, I can achieve great wisdom through what has happened to me.
Allow my mind to open and to focus on what i must do.
One day, I cannot always criticize what is before me.
From experience, I was angry and put down a faith that i knew was untrue.
Though you may have smacked me upside the head a few times
for my foolishness and ignorance. But I did deserve it a
On The Collapse Of Modern Society"I've never seen so many folks
putting their hopes
in packaged air,
as far as I'm concerned,
and from what I've observed
misplacing material worth while
rushing back and forth
to get nowhere."
my Grandma said,
shaking her head.
VoicesDo you hear the moan of morning rhymes
By the people in their endless time
As the morning dew breaks the day
Back to where the city-lights once laid
The lamp-posts are filled with black starlight
As the children run in their flight
With cries of sorrow, cries of pain
The old houses creaking with disdain
Acidic puddles of blood-wet tears
Remain on the street through all these years
As the cracks have hid the crumbled dust
Within these roads of bone and rust
The melody of the birds is lost
To the screeches and screaming loss
There are people cowering in the dark
Murmuring, whispering their tortured remarks
Flames ignite the world in fire
smothered and sweating1 she is all around me
and i open her up like
the sun, unfurling the helix night
a new day inside
always ending and a prophet on a hill counting
down each hour by a bus timetable
measured against the northern stars-
2 a prophet on a hill
waiting for the sun to rise, i spread my bare arms
into winter and find her, for now,
all around me
ice crystals in my hands and bitter
coughs of frost that sing against my skin,
toss my salad thoughts- here skyward, there
3 worn and weathered,
a weary traveller, tumbling into this
she is all around me, the caress of the sea or flee
Victoria StreetVictoria, on your scarred witch body we build
palaces to celebrate what has been broken and look out
from inside the chest-bones of our church
to the radiant yellow eye of God until it winks below
the lowest horizon you have ever seen in paradise we
have taken the lawnmower to the garden you planted
left the starry heads of agapanthus splayed
to rot on the ground and the magpies warbling
gun-shy in the trees we have torn the pages
from every book you put to print and stopped
time in the clock tower we have this small power
why still do you struggle against
this unquiet revival beneath our feet, jackhammer he
never a novelisttell me a story,
spin me a line, so easily led
further into you, twist fingers through your soft
chest-organs, feel words etched there
as if to hide them from
[it was always anyone but me until it was]
me these words mean too much
words are too much not
enough too strong too fast faster
you say you always preferred picture books
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