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8 entries this month
 

Secret Hunt of the Gatherer

09:27 Aug 27 2008
Times Read: 844





The world is gone mad and I am following.

Nostalgia hugs the Morton’s girl,

Pigtails and mary janes, umbrella raised

Against a storm of salt as though she knows.

"When it rains it pours." A hurricane is coming.

Weathermen stick their hands under her skirt

And yell like baseball players, “Mine!”

Fucking arrogance.


Catch my eye.

Catch my eye

God, catch my eye!

I can’t be shocked.

Nothing is shocking anymore

And it’s too expensive,

Too damned expensive.


I want myth.

Primal beneath the stars,

An urgency to explain all -

All that surrounds me.

I need monsters in my night,

Rocks for an armory.

Atlatl and buffalo.


I paint the symbols slowly on my body

As I pray the words that keep me safe.

My magic is strong;

My scent is sharp like clay

And the skins where I lay

Naked beneath the night sky,

At one with the moon

Who is still my sister.




It is a mad existence, the one that believes it understands itself.

COMMENTS

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Irony
Irony
13:17 Aug 27 2008

You make the hair all over my body stand up when you write out the images that have been in my dreams so long. I wonder how many others are sitting and thinking "This poetry is for me, it is mine."





Lordpeace
Lordpeace
07:37 Oct 10 2008

i am not worthy





 

Your Residue

23:05 Aug 26 2008
Times Read: 876





I want your metaphors out of my head,

The oils from your fingertips off of my skin.

I want to unsay words that were said

In a weak moment of grave temptation.

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ChasingTheGhost
ChasingTheGhost
23:16 Aug 26 2008

weak moments... If we could trade them for cookies.. Perhaps we could start a bakery. (or just eat them all)





 

Confluence

22:07 Aug 26 2008
Times Read: 889


Hunger doesn't know rain. A man with a pack on his back limped in after the young couple who sat quietly in the lobby, tapping their feet in the puddles that formed around their soles.


No i.d.

No home.


Just a story that wraps around the room and gets us nowhere. But it's dry inside and the air smells of microwave popcorn. They answer a few questions and I know.


Like a gypsy who peers into tea leaves

And finds your future in the dregs,

I can read hunger.

It lives in the eyes and the angle of the jaw,

Summoning me by name in a shifting posture,

Calling me to see.


Dignity counsels me to feign hunger, to invite them to share in a lunch I didn't need. Shy handfuls of crackers, MRE cheese and peanut butter. So gracious at my insistence that I not seem rude eating in front of them. We snacked and drank tea through a short interview that told me less than Hunger ever will, Hunger who travels on gestures and whispers from creases that frame the eyes.


Hunger doesn't know rain

Where there are miles to mark,

When day and night are equally dark,

And home is the lonely whistle

Of a mythical, faraway train.


Still here, the man with the pack on his back, brushing rain from his face while he stands in place

Looking strong and steady, lost already, and I know before he blinks it away.


Hunger has been his companion today.


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Irony
Irony
23:07 Aug 26 2008

Just... wow. Thank you.





 

PRIVATE ENTRY

07:31 Aug 25 2008
Times Read: 908


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Stepping Forward

05:01 Aug 22 2008
Times Read: 953





It was my one wish,

Repeated inside my head

Each time you spoke,

Masking the words

I did not want to hear.

My terrible wish.

Each morning

I button my shame

Into sleeves I will push up

So that my hands can work.

My hands must work.

Only genuine fatigue

Can purchase me another day,

A temporary absolution

That I cannot confirm,

But I feel its truth anyway.

God, we scattered

God, we squandered

All that mattered

While we wandered

To our opposite corners,

You where the ground

Rests heavy on your chest,

And me, life-bound,

Drunk with sound

And new hope found.

Forgive me my wish;

Kiss my forehead finally -

Let me know I'm blessed.

COMMENTS

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STABB666
STABB666
20:57 Aug 22 2008

You have the talent for drawing us to where you are feeling these words.






Irony
Irony
04:34 Aug 24 2008

You where the ground

Rests heavy on your chest,

And me, life-bound,

Drunk with sound

And new hope found.





That part made my breath catch in my throat, it is amazing. I felt this poem, I didn't see the words, I felt it and breathed it.





 

Evensong

19:35 Aug 14 2008
Times Read: 1,016


Fly to the sun, Vespers

Soar and scorch a wing -

Fall to the earth. Bleed.

But, please God, sing.

Sing to the south wind

You, the willow reed.

Weep where you have sinned,

Grief arched above the sea,

A brackish sea of all you've freed.

I am the tears you ached into me -

Time to trust, time to shake.

Free fall, baptize your need.

Swim to the moon, Vespers

Breathe. Drown. Oh, Venus, awake.


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ChasingTheGhost
ChasingTheGhost
20:05 Aug 14 2008

Amazing. This one left me wide-eyed in wonderment.





Vespers
Vespers
20:29 Aug 14 2008

With all of this everything happening right now, right here inside of me, I couldn't help but cry when I read this.



A lump the size of a plum is making my throat ache.





birra
birra
05:33 Aug 15 2008

Your words never fail to astound me.





DuCroix
DuCroix
06:53 Aug 15 2008

Eloquence escapes me. Tears flow freely. You're writing is awe inspiring.





 

Evangeline Eve

06:58 Aug 12 2008
Times Read: 1,076






Sandalwood oil

Rubbed warm

Between my palms,

A scent that aches my chest

As I comb fingers through my hair,

Longing for yours instead.

Your hair, dark and spicy

Like New Orleans herself,

A lady with secrets.

Elegance and torn lace,

Cigarettes, ink, exotic face.

I see you

I dream you

I can damn near taste you

On the river breeze.

My river,

Calling your name in the night.

My voice,

My breath.

Spanish moss caresses

And my perfumed tresses

Drawing you home again.

COMMENTS

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Beastt17
Beastt17
08:32 Aug 12 2008

You never seem to lose your talent for writing thoughts, perhaps not always yours to write. Perhaps yours more than anyone's and still mine, almost to my surprise.





Vespers
Vespers
08:32 Aug 12 2008

..alchemy, at it's finest.





LIFEBLOOD
LIFEBLOOD
10:39 Aug 12 2008

You evoke so many feelings. A lady with secrets indeed.





STABB666
STABB666
23:13 Aug 12 2008

Such delicacy with words and alluring with it.






toor
toor
06:12 Aug 13 2008

HELLO THIS IS A COMMENT.





Irony
Irony
22:35 Aug 14 2008

I meant to comment this but my painting swallowed me up. It is truly beautiful, you really do make the english language your bitch;)





 

Bound

02:01 Aug 12 2008
Times Read: 1,325


I can’t lift my feet.

A calm falls over me

Like the face of a man

Who is nearly done choking,

Like the hands of a man

Who is nearly done drowning.

Close my lids

So my eyes can move,

Moving on primal grids

And tell me a story

Of the man who

Flew too

Close to the sun.

And I wonder…

In that moment,

Did he swallow the sun

And learn how to live?

In this moment, can you follow

The arrows

On the road to forgive?

At any cost to me

At any cost to me

And I wonder…

Why can’t I fly?

I’m so weighed down to earth

Where I live out my days

I’m free to fly clear from earth

In dozens of ways.

Icarus falling with wings,

Wax covered feathers

And magical things.

Oh, let me dream

Through your nightmare scream

And I wonder…

Why can’t I fly?


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Irony
Irony
04:17 Aug 12 2008

I had to sit and whisper this to myself several times. The broken lines make me feel a mixture of urgency, frustration and at the same time a gentle plaintiveness. I wish I could put across feelings in words better because I am struggling to find the right way to describe how this poem makes me feel. Be assured though that I like it a lot:)





Beastt17
Beastt17
07:04 Aug 14 2008

Look; in order to maintain air-speed velocity an unladen swallow has to beat it's wings 235 times every second...








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