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[Dec. 10th, 2011|07:42 pm] |
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air
-Sylvia Plath from "Lady Lazarus"
Just found a similar theme to a short poem I started less than a year ago:
There is a bed of men beneath the sea.
Defiant, they sought to encompass me
And drowned to distant memory.
I am larger than the sun of which you thirst.
I quench men who dare cross me
With the promise of cradling comforts. |
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| White |
[Nov. 26th, 2011|01:15 am] |
Swollen faces
Held dreams like Iceland
Endlessly musing over
Deep blue masks that withheld
Imprints of mounded butterflies.
Your gaping mouth
Barked rampantly
Like a horny dog,
As I pictured roses
Masquerading as tongue. |
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| him |
[Oct. 13th, 2011|02:01 am] |
Like a wolf goes for a hen
Neither time nor breath could get the best of him---
Never a moment could implore
The dishes and the spindle
To avert her eyes or dawdle,
Her sole concern, “So she Ought’a,”
A blank slate at the eyes,
A redeeming character
If life were to transfer
A vague tinker or tanker,
You would think her body anchored
After a hypnotist bewitch
With a glass ball and a wink,
The unfolding of the fibs---
But it was not so
It was just him.
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| Blinded by a Devil Woman |
[Jun. 21st, 2011|10:39 am] |
I was just a poor man’s son,
Never vexed no person,
Never did ‘none wrong,
Not a nickel to my name for a shot of rum,
Until I was blinded by a devil woman,
Yeah I was blinded by a devil woman.
When I met her my eyes turned gold,
With bright sun colour and heavenly soul,
Then love fooled me so I traded my eyes,
For a diamond ring and a whiskey dry,
Yeah a diamond ring and a whiskey dry.
Once I got home my mamma told me,
Selling my eyes was a sin, God be.
If God-given eyes were windows to the soul,
Then I’ve sold loves chance for an ole tin rope,
Yeah you’ve sold loves chance and are just blind and broke.
My love was blinded, now my heart is broke,
I traded my eyes for some rubble and rope,
The spirit moved quick and left me down and low,
Now I can’t find no woman, nor tell a diamond from a faux,
Yeah I can’t find no woman, nor tell a diamond from a faux.
A devil gone woman, has gone and left me dry,
A penny in my pocket is too hard to find,
A devil gone woman, has gone and left me dry,
I traded love’s chance for an old wives lie,
Yeah I traded love’s chance for an old wives lie. |
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| Mortal Glitch |
[Apr. 1st, 2011|12:55 am] |
As much as I stir and correlate
This barrier blue,
It bends and twist,
Day by day,
The hours change
And slip into
Vision cryptic ways,
Moment-centered,
Egocentric,
It's hastened didactics:
They wear me thin.
And I know the amount of times
I’ve cut you out
Has stung and pushed you away,
But I’ve never really turned from you,
As much as I’ve wanted to,
You have a way of affecting me,
Like no one I’ve been with,
Your genital hypocrisy,
Your lightening, static wing,
It’s feeding my nostalgia
It’s crystal, spastic sin,
And this love is regressive,
It's bedfast and helpless,
It's wearing me thin. |
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| The Passage |
[Mar. 29th, 2011|10:47 am] |
You berate me ol’ Daddy,
Don’t betray me dear Daddy,
The passage,
Whose passage?
You’ll find and bind it
To your heart,
You’ll mind it;
You’ll get there,
What’s get there?
You’ll see it;
But all I can think is his image,
That image,
And my fear,
My fear-
It stops me,
It stops me,
From completely letting go;
Abandonment,
Abandonment!
You abandoned me Daddy,
You berated me Daddy,
You betrayed me ol’ Daddy,
And now you’ll pay things spoilt Daddy,
Whose to care for poor Daddy?
What’s in store for ol' Daddy?
But a sad, broken shadow,
I can’t help you. |
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| Passaging |
[Mar. 29th, 2011|10:28 am] |
My life, my life
Will reap a brand new meaning
And infiltrate the time,
The time;
And bring about a clearing,
A passage,
A purposeful way;
Take me, take me
To that road, that road;
Bring me, bring me,
To the passage,
What passage?
I'm terribly slow. |
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| Lullaby |
[Mar. 27th, 2011|03:04 pm] |
Exposing this cradle force,
Get out of my life.
Exposing this sacred door,
You fill me with pride.
Reworking this tired quilt,
With aquatic shame.
Mistaking my broken means
For treasure-hunt games.
I’m sure you’d be good to me,
But I’m my own savior.
Just watch how I weave into this delicate paper,
And fill bottles yearnfully with wire-strung ships.
I break them quite caringly as they rush to swim,
And wave so dramatically, my arms nearly fall-
Soundless or keening with a melodious lull:
"My wearisome sailors,
Bon voyage and take heed;
Don’t wander so dreamily
Until you’ve reached the tides.
Approach them quite gallantly,
With secretive joy,
And drink mystic sea sprites- until all is rejoiced." |
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| Woman |
[Nov. 27th, 2010|11:58 pm] |
I am woman
And my body is a canvas of who I've come to be.
What intrigues, how I feel and which elements affect me.
My shapely legs keep me grounded and surprise me with their strength,
While these slim arms are wings elongated in length.
These graceful hands which cup my breasts both cushion and nurture my heart,
As this mane upon my head shields from the bitter Tempest's grin.
Wearing it up you may feast upon lush vulnerabilities
Which stretch to large knowing eyes;
Exposing a sadness cradled free from disguise,
They fix upon playful hips whose movements bring out my smile.
As fingers trace bold tiger stripes that decorate my sides.
Once red with pain they've since become luminous with delight in my frame.
It is in these lines and shapes that I am found.
In the pit of my stomach lies the center of my strength,
Where womanliness flows through me
Bursting from the temple of my Self. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 27th, 2010|11:56 pm] |
You carry what you need
In your unbending rucksack,
Lined with billowing pride
And writhing grief.
You staked your claim and rebutted
All promises you had uttered
And so you fled to discover
All was but in vain.
Boots turn hard and worn,
From a journey's self-embrace,
As untied laces embark upon
Illusive shores,
Where dried up seas disappoint
A coast of promises.
Bodies disengage
To setting suns where
Hands clutch
A severed heart,
Rotating the axis of
Meridian's arc.
And there you stand alone,
No one to buy your bode,
Like a lost child of the moor,
You've settled in one place. |
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