last night as i lay dreaming:
the rain fell against the window,
like birds flocking
to the breadcrumbs of my heart
and in my sleepless dream
each one was an angel
that took my self into their firey belly.
my blood mixed with the ink of dusk,
and the restlessness of my churning
percepitated dawn
like rain pouring from a spout
i awoke, in an awakeless daily life.
would that i could commit to my task
and count your eyelashes, without being distracted
by the splender of your eye,
i would gather the you inside of me
like birds to bread crumbs
like water in a tempary vessel.
lately i have come to believe that clouds
are the paddle boats of the sky. when their great wheel
turns, water pours out from that basin.
how else could you explain the blueness of the sky
after a summer rain. or the attraction of
mars, on the night time thigh.
often times, i wish that i where a sunfish,
that, this would explain my attraction to red
like foolish cherry lycorish, hung on a fishing line
rapped around a soda can. thrown back
with each catch.
Nabokov once said, life is a thread of light
between two darkness'. i have seen
the splash of the catfish tail, in the streetlight
and know the river is no darker, no less madd
ugly man i love,
do not conceal the 4 AM cracks
that trace the crevice of your eye, and jowl line.
you real old, like pipe tobacco and long walks.
i know by river you think jumping in,
and identify with dry delta cracked mud.
your picture is a dust cover: that face a map,
to the history of one man,
which is as much the history of all men,
as anything else recorded.
you text book, somebody has used february
as a bookmark, that milky spring moon
folded in half. your tears are math periods paper footballs,
rescued from the trash by a nostalgic janitor.
sit there old man, reject me old man
i am two decapitated deer, y
Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt marvellous error!
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.
Antonio Machado (1875 - 1939)
my friend,
i had not yet cracked open the book, when i saw a monarch butterfly
land on its regal milk weed, just above a cleft where its poisonous honey ran out.
between those wings creation was perfect unseen, untaxable by the spreading of time.
i thought of you then Machado, deep in your cleft, felt only now by Gods
secret phrenology, that passes between the magots and forever.
the sun had shown o
Preparations: Longest Reach by BlueHalios, literature
Literature
Preparations: Longest Reach
I
does the wind make love
to the peaks of mountains?
spreading the cool mountain ecstasy
through the valley. teasing the fragrant hairs
of jealous flowers.
ah, to know a flower song!
always reaching for their Lover:
songs for the sun. their feet firmly
hugged by earth, gossiping
through intermediaries.
even when the wind is teasing,
rotating about the peaks of mountains,
with promiscuous howls,
that love making is only a song for the Lover.
the blood in our cheeks reaches for the sun,
speaking through intermediaries
like thorned honey bees.
in the valley singing songs
for the Beloved, imitating the wind
that tickles flow
Thoughtful Transit Flowers by AntifreezeKisses, literature
Literature
Thoughtful Transit Flowers
Each minuscule silken petal
of the orchids cried romance
unto each passenger's ears.
They were not for a particular occasion,
but simply to convey love.
I held them tight,
seated on the transit bus,
as if they were my children,
and I their compassionate mother.
White curls of age
and a soft maroon floral dress
held the elderly woman together.
She, seated adjacent to me,
smiled sweetly,
and kneaded her wrinkled hands.
"For your girlfriend," she told me.
"What a lucky young lady."
Fleshy lips curled
into the gentlest smile
I could muster.
"For my boyfriend."
Those words seemed to pierce
the old-fashione
Current Residence: U.S. Operating System: socio-politcal MP3 player of choice: duel 1.85 ghz G5 Shell of choice: turtle Skin of choice: my own Favourite cartoon character: underdog.
don't know how many read this but i have a request for yall to help me
i want to do a series of desktop pictures/wallpapers
from you i want the following
a theme
your moniter specs
and five obstructions
for example of work and obstructions:
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/52212274/
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/52211963/
Alright, well it apears that I was wrong. Submission is way easy. Justtook a little figureing out. I am putting up a few new poems, it will be more then usual on the same day, because of back log. Please give them all a little time, if you have it to spare.