Submissions by morrissey
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I enjoy writing poems and songs, as writing and making music help bring meaning to my life. I guess it's better than drinking myself to death . . . maybe.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jul 2012 3:02am
8th Jul 2012 3:02am
Life
Life
The shocking scream and blood of the newborn’s nakedness?
The cold, cringing cry, reaching into the dark for the unknown?
The child weighed and wiped and fed a factory’s formula?
Colicky, incubated, alone
What is this drama of life and how do we make it our own?
The shocking scream and blood of the newborn’s nakedness?
The cold, cringing cry, reaching into the dark for the unknown?
The child weighed and wiped and fed a factory’s formula?
Colicky, incubated, alone
What is this drama of life and how do we make it our own?
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2012 10:32pm
3rd Jul 2012 10:32pm
Four Lines for Walt
All creation shall know my seed,
Female/male - there's no difference in me;
Spill my word on the fertile earth,
All things are life; renewal; rebirth!
Female/male - there's no difference in me;
Spill my word on the fertile earth,
All things are life; renewal; rebirth!
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2012 2:50pm
3rd Jul 2012 2:50pm
Silent, I am dependent on you
Silent, I am dependent on you,
I cannot express myself or emotion;
For then I would be revealed and all would be lost.
I know not where I have learned these thoughts;
I know not whose guilt I carry (it matters little);
I carry it and now it is mine, transferred at such cost.
But there is no atonement or merit in this weight -
Each new face is now a stumbling block;
And I trod towards a destination known only to God.
I cannot express myself or emotion;
For then I would be revealed and all would be lost.
I know not where I have learned these thoughts;
I know not whose guilt I carry (it matters little);
I carry it and now it is mine, transferred at such cost.
But there is no atonement or merit in this weight -
Each new face is now a stumbling block;
And I trod towards a destination known only to God.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2012 4:26pm
2nd Jul 2012 4:26pm
I am Surrounded by a Presumption
I am surrounded by a presumption:
Laws, communities, relationships
All built to serve it -
That life must survive, stay the course,
Steady on!
Yet this goes against all I have felt:
In my heart, my mind, my soul;
My decisions, my loves, my religion;
These have been chosen because I do not wish to live.
Is this my nature? My very body?
Or a root – to dig and scrape away until my final hour.
Laws, communities, relationships
All built to serve it -
That life must survive, stay the course,
Steady on!
Yet this goes against all I have felt:
In my heart, my mind, my soul;
My decisions, my loves, my religion;
These have been chosen because I do not wish to live.
Is this my nature? My very body?
Or a root – to dig and scrape away until my final hour.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
30th Jun 2012 5:12pm
30th Jun 2012 5:12pm
Tu es Sacerdos in Aeternum
Out of anachronistic confusion
Excused by the centuries
Born from greed
Fostered through frustration
A calling was taken from my soul
A power to forgive, to heal, to bring mercy
A need to comfort those in sorrow
A desire to bring peace.
In whose name do you claim this right?
The very same source who conceived my desire?
You stole this in my youth
You stole this because I loved
I loved therefore you took; but you cannot take my love
My love is stronger than tradition
My love is stronger than vocation
stronger than ritual...
Excused by the centuries
Born from greed
Fostered through frustration
A calling was taken from my soul
A power to forgive, to heal, to bring mercy
A need to comfort those in sorrow
A desire to bring peace.
In whose name do you claim this right?
The very same source who conceived my desire?
You stole this in my youth
You stole this because I loved
I loved therefore you took; but you cannot take my love
My love is stronger than tradition
My love is stronger than vocation
stronger than ritual...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Jun 2012 2:53pm
30th Jun 2012 2:53pm
Phonies Despising Phonies (to Holden Caulfield)
I felt disobedient; rebellious; like a beatnik hippie.
Holding your novel in the hallways so the girls could see.
We are signs of contradiction, Holden - you and me.
Phonies despising phonies
And I clung to your words like a disciple of Jesus.
Your words were sweeter than honey, especially if obscene.
I understood little, but your image was everything.
Holding your novel in the hallways so the girls could see.
We are signs of contradiction, Holden - you and me.
Phonies despising phonies
And I clung to your words like a disciple of Jesus.
Your words were sweeter than honey, especially if obscene.
I understood little, but your image was everything.
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Jun 2012 1:50am
30th Jun 2012 1:50am
I am going deep into the ground
I’m going deep into the ground
And every word is the earth -
I will be buried.
For my words are reminders –
Of the distance; this separation.
So cover me with the earth,
Then it shall be manifested
That I am as physically removed
As I have been in spirit.
And every word is the earth -
I will be buried.
For my words are reminders –
Of the distance; this separation.
So cover me with the earth,
Then it shall be manifested
That I am as physically removed
As I have been in spirit.
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Jun 2012 1:45am
30th Jun 2012 1:45am
Someone Hurt Me
Someone hurt me so long ago
I cannot remember who or when;
I carry this weight inside my chest
The hurt won’t go, it always remains;
Everyone's hurt me since then.
The original sin; polluting all
Nothing untouched; nothing unscathed
Yet I cannot remember; I take it on faith
I carry this weight inside my chest; it will not go away
O Mother, O Father, I fear more than I love.
I hide my head each night to forget that which I cannot recall.
This weight in my chest –my guilt; it is not mine.
I’ve carried it so long it can never let go;
I...
I cannot remember who or when;
I carry this weight inside my chest
The hurt won’t go, it always remains;
Everyone's hurt me since then.
The original sin; polluting all
Nothing untouched; nothing unscathed
Yet I cannot remember; I take it on faith
I carry this weight inside my chest; it will not go away
O Mother, O Father, I fear more than I love.
I hide my head each night to forget that which I cannot recall.
This weight in my chest –my guilt; it is not mine.
I’ve carried it so long it can never let go;
I...
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Jun 2012 3:16pm
29th Jun 2012 3:16pm
More than Anything in this World
More than anything in this world, I wish for the arms of a beautiful woman;
Not to fulfill a sexual desire, long pent up, but to
Hold me, comfort me, soothe me.
And my arms and my hands would gently move along her back while she rested;
Making her know that she is loved, needed, and safe.
Not to fulfill a sexual desire, long pent up, but to
Hold me, comfort me, soothe me.
And my arms and my hands would gently move along her back while she rested;
Making her know that she is loved, needed, and safe.
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Jun 2012 3:05pm
29th Jun 2012 3:05pm
The Brightest Blue Sky
The brightest blue sky;
The trees topped with green;
The different peoples: their colors, shapes, and sizes;
The occupations, interests, and understandings;
And the cultures that have created these minds.
All this moves me, fills me, and leaves me with wonder of the world.
Yet, for all of this, how can sorrow still stay with me?
My main guide, my surest motivation;
With a turn of my head I burst into tears – there is no warning.
I hear a sound, see a reminder, and everything is lost.
There is beauty, but is it for me? Is it large enough
To engulf...
The trees topped with green;
The different peoples: their colors, shapes, and sizes;
The occupations, interests, and understandings;
And the cultures that have created these minds.
All this moves me, fills me, and leaves me with wonder of the world.
Yet, for all of this, how can sorrow still stay with me?
My main guide, my surest motivation;
With a turn of my head I burst into tears – there is no warning.
I hear a sound, see a reminder, and everything is lost.
There is beauty, but is it for me? Is it large enough
To engulf...
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Jun 2012 10:31pm
28th Jun 2012 10:31pm
For Whom Do I Live?
For whom do I live? Is there an end to my pursuit?
I surely do not live for myself, for every day
I do the things I wish not to do.
In truth, the purpose for which I live is unclear;
I am alone, in repetition, seeing few.
For my goal, my aim, my noble claim! –
Was stripped from me and so now I begin anew
Blank and broken; beaten and bruised;
But hopeful that something deeper may still yet find root.
I surely do not live for myself, for every day
I do the things I wish not to do.
In truth, the purpose for which I live is unclear;
I am alone, in repetition, seeing few.
For my goal, my aim, my noble claim! –
Was stripped from me and so now I begin anew
Blank and broken; beaten and bruised;
But hopeful that something deeper may still yet find root.
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