This satchel in morel grey and blackberry bloodied maps carries a flask, two farming books and the camera.
Theirs is the singular moment, my own are familiar affairs through five gates or seals
or dawns of fields breaking, or the third damn under the hills view, of a childís view of a valley and woods passing deeply bird-young in concession
For they would have wings too if they hadn't died so young. if the air felt honest.
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Posted: 7th April 2021 8:59pm
Fire of Insight
Joined 18th Sep 2018 Forum Posts: 231
Red Light, Green Light, Poetry All Night
Red light Greenlight Poetry all night Wee hours in the morning My poetryís still calling Sun up Sundown Chin-up Pen down Nourishment is optional Sleep is inoperable Blisters are the game SOTJís my name Syllables and verbage soup Cigarettes and coffee loop Hemorrhage homage headaches Nonstop poetical sweepstakes Inspiration on the fritz Number and alphabetical blitz Words behind eyelids Self-destructive bids Napo in my dreams Napo in my screams Napo in my blood Napo in my bud Hallucinating bugs Someone needs some hugs Left-handed right-handed Ambidextrous commanded Insane is the new sanity Napo promotes profanity Especially in a family Where poetry is vanity Ecliptic insomnia Napo, Napo 21 mafia 30-day poetic gun salute Turn any noobie into a brute Drive-byís with pens on pads Spraying Napoís victims in ads Break a leg but not your arm Thereís no sweating on this farm Sleep may come Sleep must go Iím on the run For this Napo show
Posted: 7th April 2021 9:21pm
Edited: 7th April 2021 9:23pm
Tyrant of Words
Joined 21st Aug 2013 Forum Posts: 669
Music Passion Three
Noble and lofty aspirations flourish exponentially and flee all less-than consternation's when immersed in symphony scores of instruments harmonize proving peace and beauty thrive when passionís purpose unifies
Both heart and soul are cleansed and comforted By sonata, nocturne or barcarole
I can hear dearly missed grandfather talk when on solacing cello Yo Yo Ma plays Bach
Tingles, my body permeate mind soars In sweet romantic fantasy sensual desires satiate when love hungry ears hear ďRÍverieď by Debussy
Happily, voluminous drops of sweat imaginary tuxedo shirt wet arms wildly gesticulating Leonard Berstein imitating conducting with excited fervor Beethovenís Leonore Overture
Too frequently life gets me down In strings, woodwinds, brass, and percussion needed peaceful repose is found
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Posted: 7th April 2021 10:12pm
Joined 25th Sep 2019 Forum Posts: 63
7 of 30
The patina of salted copper shrouds the groves of Alder, Their early spring, hangs in the haze of that deep red, Aiding the allure of a cloud enshrined sun. The essence of growth, its scent, still lays entombed below amongst, The unmarked graves of winter past. Now gone maybe the thaw and her restraint, Yet the Turning tide lingers, pending, waits It circulates the augured craws of dusk To soon stand, amongst the fore Beneath the gradual warmth Of these, aspiring days.
Posted: 7th April 2021 11:49pm
Joined 29th July 2018 Forum Posts: 526
The Birth of Bliss
Breathing through immense pain, tightening from lumbar to abdomen. Doubt washing over me with each wave: wondering whether we would make it.
And then one final push.
No other defining moment in life has produced euphoria quite like seeing your face for the very first timeó
Sentiments of pure bliss.
ďCreation which cannot express itself becomes madness
Posted: 8th April 2021 00:26am
Joined 12th Apr 2018 Forum Posts: 44
apophenia makes for awesome commenting
I am a master relater pinning red strings between black and white meanings numbers to fate art to psychological state, drawing four conclusions for every clue and juxtapositions where those positions may indeed be imagined
apophenia they call it a possible offshoot or precursor to schitzo makes me prone to superstition, religion itís a brain issue likely caused by survival instinct absorbency creation of pattern looking for something to recognise anything safer than chaos than randomness being the ruling force anything that proves thereís predictability or purpose or order to a thing even if you donít mean it
excessive cortisol will do that to you erode the hippocampus reducing one to bouts of dull paranoia straddling the subconscious dipping toes into the norm where it sits a constant low buzzing that doesnít feel like mammalian pre-fur fight/flight fear trying to regain its balance
itís a lovely headspace for art
... or so they say
Posted: 8th April 2021 2:10am
Fire of Insight
Joined 8th Jan 2017 Forum Posts: 76
7/30 Never-ending Thoughts
Mind turning And twisting Thought after thought Spiraling through The depths Of my head Dancing from idea To tangent Worrying about All and nothing Thinking of relevant And irrelevant things Stuck in an endless cycle Good and bad All wanting to surface Never staying long But always coming back Life isnít easy When Iím surrounded By invisible demons Haunting me Hating me Telling me Iím wrong That Iím never good enough And to just give To the hell inside My mind
Posted: 8th April 2021 2:20am
Fire of Insight
Joined 18th Sep 2017 Forum Posts: 572
I Am Not Your Enemy
What is this will to criticize When presumption is a gun that fires both ways All we are is mirrors And you hate what you see
But in truth It may just as soon be something in yourself That you despise about me
Pick a fight as you demonize As I hang on my own tongue Are you so victorious for finding out I'm human Drawing blood from idol "gods" The pedestals we place each-other on
Disappointed to come terms with imperfection Sabotaged by expectation, I can't beat you to rejection
Inadequacy of projected wills to compare Circling like vultures overhead Picking apart from a place of discontentment Do you feel more alive when I play dead?
Misunderstandings and mutual exiles Relegated to partial points of view You've already got your mind made up about me But I'm still trying to get a read on you
No need to give voice to anyone else When you've decided that you're right When perception is delusion I'm casualty to your own fight
And tell me what's it worth to you When bitterness is a lonely place to be Remorseless and self dignified You don't know that I am not your enemy
Keep things in perspective When the anger comes in like a flood You are not my battle The devil is not of flesh and blood...
Posted: 8th April 2021 3:12am
Joined 18th Nov 2015 Forum Posts: 416
You probably donít get much in the way of gratitude or compliments. So, I just want to say thanks. (Not for the way youíve lurked in the background for much of my life Ė that actually sucks.) But thanks for choosing when you did to really rage.
Of course, five years ago, it seemed like horrible timing, with cancer and dementia and chronic disease haunting my family all around meÖ but at least I was expected to need support then. And I had the best of friends around to provide it. So, I got the help I needed. I learned about you and me and how we could live together, and thatís why Iím grateful.
Iím grateful because, even though Iím pandemic-weary, Iím not at the end of my rope like so many people are now. A year ago, I knew that you would come knocking and that Iíd need all the lessons and tricks you had taught me in order to keep from checking out. I armed up for the fight.
So even though I know youíre out there, and sometimes youíll come for a visit, I now know how to tolerate you, give you a cup of tea and send you on your way, before you wreck the place.
Thanks for teaching me when you did. This could have been so much worse.
Posted: 8th April 2021 4:12am
Edited: 8th April 2021 4:16am
Joined 31st Dec 2015 Forum Posts: 785
When I was a student at Cal There were bookstores open at night Near me I think were Barnes and Noble Also Moe's With Cody's not too far away And don't forget Pegasus
I read books a lot more Before the age of the internet Of course back then I wrote in forms That could not travel to you Quite like this
Posted: 8th April 2021 5:27am
Joined 25th Mar 2018 Forum Posts: 142
Here I lie awake like most nights lately Looking at you wondering how to take away The pain and sadness that youíre feeling With every thought on your mind pointing To an event that you know is coming It cannot be stopped Time marches on for us all I have been down this road I still do not know itís curves Or how it will bend for you I just know that I will be here By your side To help you pick up the pieces
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Posted: 8th April 2021 5:31am
Tyrant of Words
Joined 23rd Nov 2013 Forum Posts: 1569
I find myself, wherever you are not I need my freedom, so I can breathe and while Iím on the subject you annoy and aggravate me
donít get me wrong I love you you are my boo through and through but if you say dead-up again I swear Iíll lose my cool
stay over there, Iíll stay over here Itís much better, for me this way I need to write a poem each day farewell goodbye, till May
I also right under Tabatha Drake
Posted: 8th April 2021 7:25am
Edited: 8th April 2021 7:27am
Joined 3rd May 2020 Forum Posts: 2634
Deep in the Ozarks he appeared to me a ragamuffin I heard myself whisper My heart pulled in two directions Memories of drug crazed childhood flooded my mind pain, abuse disassociated I was alone, responsibility for others feelings always avoided
Come with me we will be friends, happy and content forever Strange, his looks were like someone from ages ago Superstitions marked his every word
Stories of a witch child entering every conversation Doubt and disbelief were my only answers Sleepless nights coughing up blood I did not recognize my reflection any longer Twenty-six years old, new gray hairs everyday Something was happening down in my bones
The wood child from deep in the past left by ancient spirits to lure the un suspected their lives would be changed forever
Alternate account -Previous pseudonym Valeria SoaraBloodRayne erotica/porn specific
Posted: 8th April 2021 7:57am
Tyrant of Words
Joined 2nd Feb 2017 Forum Posts: 947
The sheriff and the priest stood back amused as people squabbled, spoiling for a fight blinded to the fact that theyíd been used the noose was on the move and pulling tight
A falling rain-drop never is misplaced it lands and splashes welcoming its fate and oh those moments when weíre finely graced to walk a destiny of those who wait
I picked an early rose, admired its scent and gave it pride of place upon my desk the printer and computer filed complaint and like a basilisk they inked the risk
Are technologies of earth our future? Why then predisposed to killing Nature?
When power corrupts, poetry cleanses (JFK)
Posted: 8th April 2021 8:52am
Fire of Insight
Joined 18th Sep 2017 Forum Posts: 572
When Sweet Is Bitter
Is this the moment I feel most alive? Breathing in the memory of you Iíve got you on my mind again But the thoughts wonít hold me like you do
Left with a crave that I canít fulfill And just when I thought that I could deal Another day I wake up in a nightmare unreal Heartache underlying is all that I can feel
Serenades of tragedy Relating on the terms of grief Seeking for this never-ending closure My prayers reach across the void to seek relief
Sometimes pain, it seems, is the only connection left When bitter is the sweet of all that I want Every moment given, taken, death is a temporal theft But it doesnít change the fact, right now youíre gone
Every whisper to God contains a tear As faith facilitates my hope to make it through Singing songs of heaven Unto the day that I am reconciled with you
Strange it seems that all know loss But like the stars, none are the same Heavy the burden of this lifeís cross Yet brighter the hope of loveís eternal flameÖ