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Spoken Word - I Can?t See The World
2008-06-07 12:54:00 Take 3!!! I’ll master the art of blogs and media files sometime soon, I swear! Take care, keep safe, and stay beautiful, Amor y Paz, Technorati Tags: poetry, love poems Similar Posts:None Found More About: Poetry , World , Word , The World , Spoken
Spoken Word - I Can?t See The World
2008-06-05 10:26:00 Sorry About that last effort. Here is another poem which I believe works this time! Enjoy! [See post to listen to audio] Take care, keep safe, and stay beautiful, Amor y Paz, Technorati Tags: poetry, love poems Similar Posts:Spoken Word - How To Feel Beautiful More About: Poetry , World , The World
Sorry I?ve Been Busy?
2008-05-21 15:17:00 Hey there! I’m sorry that I haven’t posted here in a while, but I have been heavily investing my time in the back end of this site, which very few people know about. Knowing that there are a few of you out there, I’d just like to say to my subscribers that I thank you ... More About: Busy
She?s so fine - Poetry Social?s Number One Lady
2008-05-14 15:49:00 Poetry Lover? Click here to join! Take care, keep safe, and stay beautiful, Amor y Paz, Technorati Tags: poetry, love poems Similar Posts:None Found More About: Social , Poetry , Lady , Fine , Number
Carry The Flame - Love Song
2008-05-07 09:02:00 hen the memory’s fading, along with the fire That’s burning down deep in my soul I start thinking of you, this eternal desire, I’ve never been one to let go Any if we’re yesterday’s news Then you know that love I’ll refuse To indulge in those blues evermore I will carry the flame I will cherish the torch that will burn in your ... More About: Love , Lyrics , Song , Love Song , Flame
Dynamo
2008-05-06 15:00:00 t is like this: the ray is stable. It holds space, shines with perfect stasis, but that is action. We are the inactive ones, we who circumnavigate; so often forgetting our motion. It is a whisper to a void sans expectation, a finger on a naked throat trailing slowly. The sun is always present. It is a blade to carve a different name where your own was fixed, a wind ... More About: Poetry
Even Now
2008-05-05 17:14:00 ven now, I want to speak to you of dreams and their rigor mortis, of hands and their inabilities to scoop anguish - their abject failure to trace the lines of ugliness with any grace. Even now, I want to show you the edges of things balanced delicately, so that you may begin to lose your understanding of this effect - these falling dominoes - this slit throat that ... More About: Poetry
Ineluctable
2008-05-04 17:14:00 tried forsaking you, sought out a foreign tongue as your executioner. I cannot forgive myself, circling amongst the shelves and stacks - lone eagle of regret - one blunt wing; one limp rudder of a stunned remembrance. You took my eyes to the calamities, calling them the sun. I stared until my retinas were scorched and my lungs were bursting with your intense air. There was wonder climbing through your ... More About: Poetry
Just A Note - Brief Blog Postponement
2008-03-29 09:35:00 This is just a note to let you know that I’ll be taking a few days off my blog in order to develop other parts of the site. I’ll still be around to answer your comments, so please feel free to offer feedback whenever you like, as all comments are welcome. Take care, keep safe, and ... More About: Blog , Note
I?m Going To Die - A Poem
2008-03-27 09:02:00 ‘m going to die. Maybe it’s alarming to hear, alarming to say, maybe the thought is ugly and there are greater meditations but I’m not dwelling in that zone - I’m just aware. You will die too. Maybe it will be with a full stomach, with all goodbyes said, and there will be no calamity or witness, just a gentle passing over of that threshold while out on a walk, or ... More About: Poetry , Poem
And You Shall Ask
2008-03-22 09:02:00 nd you shall ask, amidst the things you crave to solve, one thing that burns, this throbbing question that contains the timeless riddle - though we continue to evolve - six billion down, and yet, enigma still remains. And you shall search, within the forests starved of light, will look amongst the shoals and waters of the quays, as lonely ... More About: Poetry
I Did Not Invent Sin
2008-03-21 09:02:00 did not invent sin, nor store it in my flesh; it was already here, poised in the ambush of tongues and fingers: lashing and pointing. Five uncourageous decades hoarded guilt - no bravery could spill the explanation. How my mind was not my own - how my heart was wrenched from tenderness by “wiser” hands: hands that laboured at taboos and stigmas; hands that absolved actions; hands ... More About: Poetry
Oxygen
2008-03-20 09:02:00 or this world, your entry was appropriate, as though you had foreseen the stage and mocked the act you’d find. You came in stunned, as though you didn’t want the air: your lifeline as a makeshift noose of tightly woven gristle. The welcome party was postponed: the cigars and handshakes, the comparisons of noses, feet, and eyes, the backslaps and the ceremonies of names were held ... More About: Poetry , Oxygen
The Poet
2008-03-19 09:02:00 aybe this is all there is. Blunt words, flourished as swords, and I, a magician (an illusionist), faking a way with sleight of hand, or eye. Or is it “I”? A universal self? A speaker of many tongues, all broken, all rash and mangled, trite, taut with misplaced meaning, green with affectation, crying out to make you twitch with something, anything: for you to notice every you in ... More About: Poetry , Poet
Another Second Coming
2008-03-17 09:02:00 ome limp, some sprint towards salvation, but you - old friend - you crawl; you leap; you meander; shuffling and generous, you lose your way: here you come, there you go - befriending the gypsy, the madman, the minstrel’s open ear, wrestling with troubadours by wayward bends; forks; crossroads - dancing drunk, breathing fire, branding children; criminals; peasants; kings; and lovers, with the true aim of your lips - always embracing, inclusive. Ragamuffin, old friend, dear heart - here you come, there you go - flourishing your perfect bouquet of ... More About: Poetry , Second Coming
My Kingdom For A Wand
2008-03-13 09:00:00 orbit her without magic. I orbit her without magic and her eyes are dark. Her eyes are dark, and part of her is catatonic with the loss. I am wheeling in the distance, orbiting her without magic, and with her eyes fixed to mine, little trooper, she reaches for a smile that isn’t there. Her heart. Her heart is the only one beating inside her now: this ... More About: Kingdom , Poetry , Wand
Dirty Little Secret
2008-03-12 09:33:00 n a beach in Sausalito, damp with skirts of ebb and flow, you etched my name with your heart and the bounty of the sea. Sand dollars, driftwood, sea glass, dreams, all conspired on a barefoot afternoon to spell me out: my name in the sand, my name in the powdered earth, you sang me free - gave me the timeless song of things worn down by the undertow, of edges softened by the current, of ... More About: Poetry , Dirty , Secret
Canticle Of The Lips
2008-03-10 12:48:00 rom the womb of bliss the gentle lips were born - generous unions; paired magics; magnets for their own ripe kind. Summoned to populate the senses, lips wander the world: clandestine lips take counsel in stairwells, in secluded corners, on pillows, on beaches, some meet in hotels in the shadows of an infinite taboo; lips meet, holding congress in the giant light of day, trading secrets; frenzied; breaking the bread of each trembling moment - carefree, untamed. Closing eyes with the seal of an unexpected thunder, urging ... More About: Poetry , Lips
Other Sermons
2008-03-09 10:53:00 oday, they will go to the synagogue; to the chapel; to the mosque and the church, going as lambs will go with faith - lick-spittled and shined; bleating of resurrection; anxious for a lick of salt: of body in host; of fabled blood in wine. They will herd towards belief and, penned in pews, speak in their tongues, bow with conviction to their distilled Easts, deny their ... More About: Poetry , Sermons
Each Day Draws You Near
2008-03-08 11:46:00 ach day draws you near, so near. The moment of closeness has arms of a golden phantom. I dream of your bright sorcery, and it envelops me. This sorcery of your secret smile; this sorcery that you reserve for madmen. Only for madmen. I long for the shape of you in my memory, for the knowledge of your dancing flame and slender music. I ... More About: Poetry
This World, Without You
2008-03-07 12:43:00 his world, without you; it is as this: night follows night - the dark day crawls into corners and glares. It asks me to add the gleam, to perform, to cast my own light on things: a beggar throwing alms towards the rich. Perhaps I’ll move with lighter feet on each loose shard of morning that is broken, or learn to love the ... More About: Poetry , World
Your Name Is Pure
2008-03-06 10:51:00 our body is a phrase that glides from the tongue of golden moments: this grace you weave, these conjured movements with which you enrapture the sun, these dances of a brilliant soul. Even your name is pure, so pure this kiss of breath, I dare not pronounce it alone. How the night sighs when it remains unspoken. Take care, keep safe, and stay beautiful, Amor y Paz, ... More About: Poetry , Pure
Spirit That The World Said No To
2008-03-05 11:06:00 pirit that the world said no to, unwatered wallflower, I recall when your days had the mercy of callous warlords; when every eye condemned with the nature of a solemn judge, and burnt you at the stake of fierce indifference. How you toiled with that puzzle of ashes; how each dawn’s ruthless jackboot kicked them from the cradle of your patient hands. Darkness assigned ... More About: Poetry , World , The World , Spirit
It Is Not The Dark
2008-02-20 12:00:00 t is not the dark of a night, this climax we prise open like a gulf: it is a cavern’s bowel; it is a fathom of ink; it is the spread of a black pall. We make love to the crescendo of our own demise, our own reapers, cutting down the last need spilt without pleasure: not so much grim, but gone. Our bodies ... More About: Poetry , Dark , The Dark
Canticle Of The Neck
2008-02-19 09:21:00 eck: river of life, thick vine of sublime flesh, volatile succulent - your secrets are Creation’s sacred crafting. Pillar of the body - soft bridge of thought and soul, of sin and reason, prism of vibrant blood, plain of awaiting eruption - I decipher your throbbing codes; your holy rhythms, with an eager devotion. Frontier of the full blessing, tender heartland - there are no small divinations here: let me plough the smooth fields of your skin with the plump song of my ... More About: Poetry , Neck
Canticle Of The Heart
2008-02-18 19:07:00 ne blazing flame of flesh; one torch of blood; one luminous harvest with which to light the world - heart - benevolent fire, you spread your warmth as bread for the feast of humankind. Heart ! Heart without armour, where you are present we can not recede - your full embrace is with the arms of life, each love is the whole of love; you undress yourself before peasants and kings - to make the mighty of the smallest. Heart - teach us your ... More About: Poetry , The Heart
I Will Build Fires
2008-02-17 14:06:00 igress, hunter of the merciless day, curling your soft shape into my hungry grasp, night climbs through your feline gaze; sleep fills you with a sleek purr. The room is aflame with your ember. You glow within my arms; your sparkling flesh smoulders with the godliness of perfect heat: you flare in me like a wild craving. I am awake with this giant ... More About: Poetry , Fires , Build
Your Love?s Small Hands
2008-02-13 18:28:00 ith your love’s small hands a spirit is rebuilt, bedrock to cloud-crowned summit the royal earth rises, fountains up, spills over, climbs the ladder of itself - an upscape; an outscape - a mountain fills a void upon the earth. Your love’s small hands seduce the dust, the honored soil blooms, ripe worlds flash into cosmic being, with a burst of touch planets plume: you snare the breath of the universe. Star - full organic star of love, I ... More About: Poetry , Love , Small , Hands
Writers For Humanity
2007-11-17 12:25:00 “Words are but the vague shadows of the volumes we mean. Little audible links, they are, chaining together great inaudible feelings and purposes.” - Theodore Dreiser, 1900 Have you got a great inaudible feeling in you? What sort of purpose drives you to write? How deeply can you connect with the universal through your writing? ... More About: Writers , Humanity
Writers For Humanity
More articles from this author:2007-11-17 12:25:00 “Words are but the vague shadows of the volumes we mean. Little audible links, they are, chaining together great inaudible feelings and purposes.” - Theodore Dreiser, 1900 Have you got a great inaudible feeling in you? What sort of purpose drives you to write? How deeply can you connect with the universal through your writing? ... More About: Writers , Humanity 1, 2 |
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