MÅNE, LA LUNA, THE MOON

Moon-gazing rensaku
(rensaku = linked tanka)


so still am I
to regard the first full moon
of Spring,
deer from the canyon
venture to watch me


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moon gazing, and already
purple jacaranda
sport their new green feathers,
shading my eyes
from moon's glare

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moonlit glimpse of
a recluse monk--
an owl makes his way
to his hut in a tree,
nesting, his back to me

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fleeting families of bats
foraging by radar blips
of prey
that kite and sing
to the reclusive moon

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bathed in the milk
of full moon's reflection,
my long ink hair
and eyebrows
anointed with diamonds

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solar wind and
lunar tides
shape-shifting me
while one rises from the east
the other sets in the west

The Ghost of Diana

Tonight, I murdered the moon                        
shot with both barrels                        
blasted into hell    
point blank                        
                     
The crows,    
worshipped in uproar                        
as she slipped  
slowly to earth                        
while the dogs  
bayed their pursuit                        
from the darkest depths  
of the wood                        
                       
I knew if they found her,                        
seized body in jaw                  
on a deathbed of fallen leaves                        
and shook out silver blood                        
then I might never return                        
tainted hands
painted insane                        
fated to wander
forever a gipsy
without a home                        
                       
The corpse can rot    
for all I care                        
I won't go digging                    
amongst the groves                        
or waste a moment                    
looking back                          
                       
I call them off,                    
preferring instead  
more faithful glue                        
to hunt routine  
as I always have
replete with easier meat                        
quaffing the silence of my days--                    
my lonely secret locked away  
from guilty trigger thrill
where lovers sigh by moonlight  
and wasted bullets  
can bear no shame  

CURSE OF POVERTY
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I never wondered why
he always cry,
One bright day,
I came into a conversation with him,
He said something,
That bright day was darkened enough,
To make me think of the CURSE,
The curse of poverty,
His destiny was metal beating,
Because of his older generations,
Who were forced to do metal works,
The work which put their whole family,
Under the Curse of poverty,
His initiatives were all ended
And my tough life seems too easy for me,
After hearing,
The Curse of Poverty.........

(INSPIRATION-ANEES JUNG)

Mooner


My virgin eyes—
cover that crack;
I don’t need to see your ass.

Moonin’, moonin’
buttcheeks bloomin’
spilling over too tight pants;
low-rise duds,
cellulite buds,
doin’ the waddle-jiggle dance.

No, my dear, you’re not size-2
admit it to yourself,
then buy some clothes that actually fit-
it’s good for your intestinal health.

Daisy Dukes,
shoot the moon—
on anyone but her, they’re wrong;
but Catherine Bach
knew when to stop
and sing a fashion-conscience song.

Mooney, mooney
panty-phooey
there really is no good excuse;
check your behind
before you buy
jeans so snug, you’re dubbed “Blue Moon”.

in my loneliest hour
when i knew i had someone who understood me fully
but that person was far far away and beyond grasp
if i called him,
it would fall on deaf ears
like to god, i had to remember and believe without proof or physicality
like to god I had to hold on

i wandered far alone and wept
and the silent spaces my most intimate witnesses
the darkened empty halls of academia
the tall thick oaks, the tulip poplars that cast long shadows
against the light of distant street lamps
the fields of frozen earth that i traversed

and the skies, the wide open skies
replete with stars and moon

you cannot forget about eternity
when the heavens are drenched in lights for your delight
and the moon lends its gentle glow to your lonely rambling walking
reminding you that "you are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars,
you have a right to be here,
and whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should"

Whether or not it is clear to you....
and now, the stabs of loneliness doubt and bitterness
are softened, maybe, only so slightly by the glow
but somewhere beyond the realm that is punctured,
yes there is a somewhere beyond and there  i think i know

i AM a child of the universe
NO LESS than the trees and the stars
i DO have a right to walk this earth

i am precious, i am beloved
i am splendid
i am as i ever should be
and ever in that light,
i am held


(Quoted part from the Desiderata)

I love the moon and all the magic that surrounds it, the mystical stuff like werewolves, which is one of my favorite topics to write about, here is a poem:


Moon Kissed

I fell asleep in dying leaves,
when the wolf had kissed my frozen lips,
i was not afraid because i saw him in my dreams,
loneliness oh loneliness,
your beauty is so ruthless.

Oh your song is the light that carries the night,
moon kissed we were, moon kissed we died,
we dance all the night to the music alive,
we belong to, we belong to luna's might.

I woke up in dying leaves,
i cherish you in my memories,
and every night i pray to the moon,
for luna to protect you,
loneliness oh loneliness,
why are you so fearless ?

Oh your song is the light that carries the night,
moon kissed we were, moon kissed we died,
we dance all the night to the music alive,
we belong to, we belong to luna's might.

I found you in dying leaves,
in blue and dark luna sings,
for every cycle lovers bleed,
in the blue moon light of shinning nights,
i dare you to run with me.

And here is another poem ( if i might ) it is about being in love with someone whoe does not love you back and you feel like they are the earth and you are the moon, just orbiting them, looking from distance, not being able to change anything, just watching... while writing this i imagined myself sitting on the moon watching the earth, helpless and distant...

The Moon

White dust in my hands
slips down off my bones
this place reminds me of home
seems like this is where it ends.

Mourning stars are not alone
i sing for them in vacuum
but they don't appreciate it,  just like you
tell me what went wrong.

Oh i can hear all the wolves
crying down there
if you would only know
that no one here cares
that this is just an indol in dust
oh i was just like you once...
still...

I thought i was your satelite
but as much as i focuss
i can not influence your waters
at least not enough.

Moon Goddess

I love the night
Moon Goddess
Feeding her child

Lunacy, manic fantasies
Freeing my mind
Letting me see

All that is hidden from me
Shadows that race with the moon
Doing her bidding

Coming undone at the seams
Loving mother moon, come console
This child of the night

I can't sleep this eve
With your pull, ebb and tide
I feel your passion

I work for you
Serve you gladly
Bless me this night

Let me lose my loneliness
Boiling in my soul
Where sadness abounds

I would wither without you
Goddess, you are the lovely Dianna
Mother of all that is dark and dangerous

Misunderstood beauty
Of the dark
What would the sun be without you?

In the night we run naked
As the day we were born
No shame, no shadows cast by the day





Written by crimsin (Unveiling)

The Angle of Refraction


(i)
Only the weary heart
sings songs of loneliness.

In the blooming desert night
twilight dancing dreams
of emerald springs

benevolent waves of sands
slither, hissing, awakening

narcotic nomads of dark riddles 

shedding thousand bitter moments 

'neath reluctant eyes of ancient gods.

(ii)
I tried to forgive
small men and small cruelties
waiting for the earth to shatter
around me

instead I held a fragile ray
trapped in layers of itself
transparent
as ghosts on my skin
dancing black and white
photographs
weeping colors of our tears.

(iii)
Woe to the weary lost in the light
woe to the spirits searching for silence.

Under silver moonlight
fingertips shimmered with stardust
light and dark entwined
softening becoming one

to the dawn
of a new day.