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Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Tue, 16 May 2006 03:05:24 GMT

To Be For You.

You make me want to be musical
I yearn to be a sonnet in motion for you
to be lyrical in step
a sexy, up-tempo beat
& the sway of my hips a sonata
that has *all* the right notes to get fires burning

I want to be a graceful strain
lulling out across rippling fields of green
on the special "Nature Compilation"
Smooth, soothing
evoking the Emerald Isle & still waters

One day I'll be a Christian tune
a equal harmony
lilting, I'll climb the scales with admirable surety

You inspire poetry
and the desire for
to be
in my heart.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Wed, 10 May 2006 01:38:41 GMT

Lost

What?
Who me?
oh nothing; I'm fine
really
just thinking about my friend again
Which one?
Doesn't surprise me you haven't seen her around
in a bit, in a long time
In a very long time, I'll concede

Oh, I'm sorry for the silence
just reflecting on exactly what, where and when
went wrong
Something had to, right?

Useless questions, I know.
these things are grease under the nails
the undetectable crick in the floorboard.

It's nothing, really.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Tue, 02 May 2006 02:40:15 GMT

Coal

I met the eyes of those who did not like me
a flare, a flame
a coal turned over.

Sunday, April 30, 2006

Sun, 30 Apr 2006 16:50:52 GMT

Nothing.

Nothing---

Empty
Void
Sand Lines in the ground
A trace-but not

What is this territory inside-
Incompatible.

with the outside sun
the w a r m sun (pointedly)

Stale
Turbulent
Angry winds pick at
Nothing.

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Wed, 26 Apr 2006 21:12:28 GMT

blind.

blind
Though I am
I travel with eyes wide open

Life never ends.
the greatest of its cruelties
when the path narrows
hardens under burdened feet
the pastures long past

Nothing & everything
is seen to me.

I leave every mark I might make in the world
because I have no sight to tend it
to keep it from shifting under dust

'O' Spirit all of me away
wind & rock are the same to me
kindness irrelevant, when the same touch of apathy

Author's Comments
I know this is weird, but it was written in a spur of the moment, listening to a blind, Asian woman sing on a program I was watching.

Saturday, April 22, 2006

Sat, 22 Apr 2006 13:12:20 GMT

My Happiness

Do I truly depend on you for happiness?
Is this a trap I stroll so blind in?
No other explanation can I find
for why the world slips out from beneath my feet
whenever you walk out the door
and down down down
I fall, spiralling blackness
pained by the echo of your departures.

Did I so invest all my light into you?
are you a veritable safe-keep
a covet-er
through which I tap not at my leisure?

There is no fulfillment when you're gone
I am the tallest, deepest cold jug
teetering on unstable edges
with steep, insurmountable lips

O! what a risk I take!

Should I truly collapse in on myself
if you rip the fulfillment from my ribcage?
( for it was yours in the first place )
Should I twist in invisible winds
rent from all ends
and die slowly slowly
one agonizement for razored hands?

What imbalanced transfer
did I sell my vivation to you?
It is sad
that I am just on the precipice of despair.

I hang now
between infinity & collapse
For I am all-or nothing with you
For it is you
That is,
my happiness.

Saturday, April 08, 2006

Sat, 08 Apr 2006 01:52:22 GMT

A Precarious Moment of Poetry.
a poem written about Alex. ^_^

You skip a heartbeat of mine
when you swoop down
Once
Twice
Three times & a press insistent to my lips

It's a surprise
when you take
a pleasant surprise
my eyes
perfect 'o's
buds thrown open
by the pink lash of a startle

We're two dancers
caught mid pose
The French curl
following my hesitant shoulder
& welcoming hips

I am a cleave in the Earth
your arms fitted to & around me.
wanting, persisting to
keep me within the lock of your shy smile
stutters and repartee
plus the smooth gold laugh
you wrap me in.

Saturday, April 01, 2006

Sat, 01 Apr 2006 02:08:32 GMT

Sexism with Love Examined.

It seems strange to me
that my readiness to perceive
the sexism around me
fades; dillutes
as I become encumbered in a
relationship myself

fallen down amongst
the dizzying spiral of courtship
& basket weaved fingers

And before
I
was a lusty jackal
tearing with hot blood
leaping with singed, matted fur
& bold, locking jaundice eyes
at any stray buck
quivering with the comedy
of sexual injustice
and gender bias.

And should he choose no to flee?
Should he plant the arch of himself in the ground
& face me with frothing muzzle
"Women are inferior?"

--Shreds of us both
would surely line the floor

And yet now.
with the warm hollow of his hand
pressed to mine?
I self shook myself today
with all the manners of a waking doze
to realize I had permitted
a vile, little acid comment
to slid by
about the the inequality of woman
and Be of little consequence to I.

Is it that so true?
The lonely are our only bastions
against sexism?

I shudder to linger
on such a contaminated thought
& hesitate more
to let it slip from the clutch of immediate abortion

Perhaps it is easier
plain logic
Perhaps sliding with
a significant-other ambassador
into the hot, crumbling, clashing world of men
I am assimilated
A woman contained
in the sure fortress of their
masculinity
lying back protected and secure
knowing their truths & insecurities
as harmless.

Should I choose to tangle logic
with a sexist?
In every function of the circumstance
it is ugly.

Perhaps then
I am merely seduced
lulled

my ears and eyes
my senses cotton-ized
forgetting that the lock of arms
&hearty laughs
can strangle as well
as hold.

The lines of enemy blur
when on goes traipsing
among them.

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Tue, 28 Mar 2006 03:24:46 GMT

Composer's Spirit.

Often times I am struck with a composer's spirit
and that tickling ambition
to manually forge with my own hands
creations of my own
to perceive the world
as I stand
rooted by self justification
and emanating the eye
of some scholarly judge
gray pupil-led
or better yet
with kind, wrinkled cheeks
and then still
of a youth inclined, apple bossomed heart
plunged fresh
into the discourse of this noble art.

Sunday, March 26, 2006

Sun, 26 Mar 2006 19:15:57 GMT

This is my first poem I wrote that was genuinly inspired by new boyfriend Alex. ^_^

Love in Our Future.

I found you,
in the ebbing
myriad grays
the slipping curling, fingers of testing waves
as it crawled back out
to turbulent seas

And then?
An explosion of uncompromising reds in my life
a hundred miles an hour
swirling romance
tentative touch on my arm
a sly, warm smile

And there you are,
an established part of my life.

This relationship
walked with dizzying speed and undetectability
up behind my stolidly turned back
to shake me hard
and let me fall to the floor

And I love it.

Sometimes,
I'm an exhalation of a girl
I sigh, and throw myself on my bed
choking against that queer note in my throat
and the warm knot in my chest.

I remember what you said
as if traced like a flowering bruise on my cynicism and doubt

'Diamonds are only special because they are rare'

Who is this wellspot in my shoes
of petal showers
and butter streams?

I sense,
perhaps,
love in our future.