poetry

none@none.com — Sat, 19 Jul 2008 16:59:01 GMT

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X.

none@none.com — Sat, 19 Jul 2008 15:47:27 GMT

In so far as the world moves round the sun
Stories abound such that they are spoken
In tones of joy and of comprehension
Of high and low so that they fall chosen
Among all stories, heard upon the ears
For those who would shed a tear at the sound.
This fable oft heard, gives way, yesteryears'
Assurances of delight further drowned.
What is in a name, that which holds the soul
Bound close to fate's decree, a tragedy.
Unable to cut fate's lines or cajole
Even a gladdened weave from cruelty.

Weep not for the story's veracity
As such words set down, such is its beauty.

IX.

none@none.com — Tue, 15 Jul 2008 21:52:54 GMT

With lost breath, so goes inspiration's fire
Like a candle snuffed out in a strong breeze.
The new life leads to believe and aspire,
A masquerade of new realities.
Strong-willed and solitary no further,
Social graces fall helplessly aside,
Yet gathering lessons from another
To know, for us, what had been prophesied.
Her face, once lighting the way in shadow,
Now lost from lust, love and warmth, gone always.
Cold chill sets in quickly, the way narrow
And to the distance, yet nothing varies.

And so in darkness, I travel for now,
Illumination from within the vow.

none@none.com — Sun, 13 Jul 2008 19:14:30 GMT

Close your eyes and open your heart to me.
I’ll stay cause you deserve it
I won’t leave you cause I know we’re worth it
And the second sight opened my eyes
And to you my heart is always open

I know we’ll always come through
From over these rooftops I seek for the sight of you
Across the horizon I run to you
And I always come back to your arms for shelter,
I always come back to you

I still keep these memories close to me
You always pull me through
Drag me through these nightmares that keep me awake
Stay with me and watch the sun go down
Stay with me ‘til the morning sky will rise

I scream over rooftops to get to you
I dream of places far away where I can run to
And as the night falls I watch you sleep

These three words mean everything
Things are better when you are here
My life seems empty without you near.

VIII.

none@none.com — Tue, 08 Jul 2008 13:26:26 GMT

Darkness covered and pained limbs quiver
As the world slid away and death's caress
Lifted the soul from a shell, a shiver
Leaving room for what would come to replace
The curtain comes up and the light stabs through
Breaking the silence as feeling returns.
Sensations all overwhelmingly new
A body grows strong and constantly burns.
All seems arcane as if time standing still
Releasing burdens of life grown torpid.
The future is a road each step can kill
And the past is a road each steps sees dead.

The long years ahead will grow and mature
As life seeping through each step is the cure.

A way has been provided

none@none.com — Tue, 08 Jul 2008 06:11:29 GMT

Harvest moon follows

Burning crimson sky's

Over turbulent waters

The ship falls with each rise

Cannibal gulls cry

hidden in the darkness

floating on the winds

Accenting salty spray

Deep are the violent waters

beckoning forth thoughts

realizations of the soul

inversion to the sacred place

How nothing is promised

But somehow we are granted

In these the treacherous seas of life

A vessel in which to carry on

Down below predators and death

beneath the lashing of the waves

But dare to look up

And how the stars do shine

This is our perilous passage

Through the unknown

Into a greater mystery

A way has been provided

VII.

none@none.com — Mon, 07 Jul 2008 13:42:37 GMT

Slender and white as porcelain feathers
She stands immured against time's ravages.
Memory serves her well as she weathers
All doubts as fiercely as the savages
Bent to her image's total destruction.
Her warmth melts away with a steely glance
Stopping her passing, to one's elation
And stopping one's heart as if in a trance.
Fair is her sight and in body and mind
She leads one's soul along a tortured road.
As Will 'O the Wisp ne'er quite left behind
One follows blindly ne'er being so bold.

Time has erased a great deal of her face
Yet no one can fill what once was her place.

none@none.com — Mon, 07 Jul 2008 12:56:12 GMT

tears-
last night to stay awake for awhile, right...
but I aim for the highest and get no one...
I'm waiting for you girl...

with tears in my eyes...
for a day, everyone got along...
but y'know, sinatra's gonna forget his song...
sayin it's gonna seem like forever before we meet again...

with tears in her eyes...
she swears she always tries...

while her father works 60 hours a week for not one grateful soul...
with tears in his eyes, his bleeding hands are getting older...
sometimes when no one notices, he still tells mother she's beautiful...
sometimes when no one notices, he calls the devil an asshole...
and when he gots nothing and tears are in his eyes...
he still tries to let it not let him down...
and the devil writes him a love song...

VI.

none@none.com — Mon, 07 Jul 2008 00:39:00 GMT

Shall I stumble on words too arduous?
Or will they pick their trails, emblazened so?
As old wizened men, they are querulous,
Though their questions come straight from Cupid's bow.
My muse's words do make me wonder now,
And in the mix of life's sweet sweet music
Shall royalty all at once scrape and bow
To attend such a beloved lyric.
Effulgence's course shall center on my part,
Warm's cheery glow granted gentle abode
In order still to sling radiance's dart
Against darkness, no more ripples to goad.

Granted peace, finally, on the stirred air
Euphoria comforts in loving care.

V.

none@none.com — Sat, 05 Jul 2008 08:12:25 GMT

Raven's blackened feathers shall not besoot
Upon my love's fair whitened countenance.
Upon her cheek dabs she amounts of root
To bring forth rosiness as consquence
And in her build lies slim willowy strength
That belies her stature and her seeming.
But in her eyes I go to any length
To save one drought of my lost dreaming.
Eyes wide open shall catch the scenery
Held closest to heart so it shall not fade.
That image wells up, even such fine'ry
Can not command passion as once she made.

Her image comes unbid only in thought
That draft drunk dry was quite dearly bought.

IV.

none@none.com — Fri, 04 Jul 2008 06:02:09 GMT

Warm spring days, long gone past shall remember
Tantalizing scents carried on sweet gusts.
Undimmed by night's curse, tones of sweet timbre
Permeate my soul yielding potent lusts
Unveiled as fair and foul, yet tempting still.
Quenching such as a river unending
Gives me short reprieve to settle a quill
To paper, words as they are, defending
Passions spent and unspent in glorious
Action and design for posterity.
Hera holds sway for those who art cautious,
By Jove, I endure selfish charity.

Nothing left to chance, life of luxury
Is a prison of willing revelry.

III.

none@none.com — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 09:44:52 GMT

Devotion oft pierces the coldest breast,
Striking true and igniting itself on
Embers long lost at a simple request,
Waking passion's eye to a brilliant dawn.
Passion, itself, maintains constant motion
Heaping more to burn in the storm's fury.
Yet, the Muse comes for me in creation,
Passion unending, intended glory
While she remains. Though fickle as she be,
When left alone, my fire dims unbidden,
Leaving dismay, no longer may I see
Love's fire burn so bright, suddenly hidden.

With love, life remains on lofty places
While love lost presents no friendly faces.

whistling sexy (july 2, 2008)

none@none.com — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 02:48:26 GMT

so whistling is sexy
dire ocean, dire sea
calmly careening
island by island
beach by beach
so whistling is sexy ...
when you do

so words unspoken are true
like the wind, like the sand
underneath our almost bound feet
struggling for thoughts
that the body give away
so easily, so enchantingly
words almost uttered
but then again they were never heard
yet so true, its so true

so the tree, so the rock
he climbed, he trudged
funny, clumsily, and uncanny
like me lying half naked
and you whistling sexy ...
at me
under the scorching march sun
friends, rocks and the boat men
all gone, all done
just you and i
left behind ...

none@none.com — Mon, 30 Jun 2008 03:43:43 GMT

sometimes I think I'm so fucking brilliant, sometimes I think I'm so
fucking special...
have you ever been happy to be serious?
was your head clear though?
you are perfect girl...
I've sat with the kings...
heard how the lone bird sings...
I want you to be my first kiss...
my first everything...
we'll be the stars of the world all the time...
but God says it all stopped when he saw me...

newbie-lol

none@none.com — Fri, 27 Jun 2008 04:30:00 GMT

I'm new to this community..and I don't really share my work but this one is different and I wanted to know what people thought.

'I can't get over you'
Are you here to break my heart again
I say a little prayer in hopes that it can be repaired
It hurts to know that your with someone new
I can never say I'm truly over you

If I fall, would you be there to catch me
You promised me the world, but they mean nothing if you aren't there with me
I fell for you lies once,there's just something about you that I can't let go
If she came back, would you leave me for her, or would you stay around and rebuild our home

I'm still in love with you, but you don't feel the same
What if I can't get used to this, do I pretend that everything is ok
No one knows me better then you
You're all I've known,now that you're gone I don't know what I'm supposed to do

I don't want your apologies, just prove to me that things are different
Together we make beautiful music, apart we are scratched records(on constant repeat)
Did you stop and think about how this would make me feel
of course not, because showing your emotions would make this real

feel free to add me if you want to read more of my work

none@none.com — Thu, 26 Jun 2008 19:40:43 GMT

Recall

If you’ve met me
And chosen of your
Free will to find me
Don’t look to deep
In those still waters
Darker than you or I
Or beautiful midnight
Without a light of your own
To guide you.
I’ve lost my own way
My own path
In the current.
I’ve removed myself from memory
As ash in the wind.
But still
If somehow I am
That recollection
Or that silent moving thought;
Find me as I am.
Watching, waiting
In stillness, in water
In light.

©Lorna Lowe

for dean, in loving memory, and loving arms

none@none.com — Tue, 24 Jun 2008 10:59:41 GMT

as tear-soaked words
drip from disbelieving lips
begging the unbelievable
to be also untrue

it is not here that he exists

as each recollection
rolls weightily
down rounded shoulders
in reconciliation attempts

it is not here that he exists

even as light
slight laughter
lifts leaden heads
somehow lessening

still, it is not here that he exists

but when eyes spark
not reflecting candlelight's flick
but glowing
from far within

there he not only exits
but lives...
hugging our hearts
looks like i'm the only one posting "tonight" (4:44 am my time, make a wish). but i can't seem to sleep, so i was looking through an old lj acct, and i came across some postings from dean. a wave of warmth and sorrow washed over me (as well as more than a few tears), and i decided it best fitting to share a bit of his love with the world.

whether by choice or by chance, he's no longer with us. but, as trite as it may sounds, he will always be among us in our hearts and souls. and if he was right about the world, then he's here with me now, wishing peace and love to everyone. so, whether you knew him or not, please take a moment and share a thought, or a prayer, or just tell someone close that you love them, and in that way, dean's spirit will always live on.

"Friends are the Goddess's way of reminding us that the universe IS worth being a part of."
-Dean, '06

Thanks

insomnia

none@none.com — Tue, 24 Jun 2008 09:37:01 GMT

Like a windchime.

Like a woodblock.

Like an alarm clock set perfectly to 4:00 in the morning is when the mocking birds start sending information in love letters through audible distances and its pollution finds my ears and feels beautiful in the pre-dawn immaculance of morning.

The temperature is perfect here. Fire flies flash silently, randomly, hoping for another lite, another connection. Someone to say I Understand.

And all the daytime things now sleeping, hidden, being, becoming. Electric lites make the hour seem unreal, surreal, as they push through my biological imperative of what darkness nite should be, reforming as whimsy in equal ratio.

This is what dreams look like
from the outside.

Thoughts? Revisions?

none@none.com — Tue, 24 Jun 2008 07:14:03 GMT

A Telltale Contingence

Empathetic to the calamitous splinters of blue
that surround your pupils.
The colors detonate in this bright light
crestfallen fireworks
confess your tragedy.

This intangible contact sparks the fuse
that I thought I buried.
My apathy deteriorates into realization
ignorance failed
this catastrophe continues.

none@none.com — Sun, 22 Jun 2008 19:33:32 GMT

Hello

I'm new here, so in the spirit of being somewhat polite (I think?) I've listed some links to the poetryisms I've posted. Bon appetit.

LaBargeGrrrl

http://labargegrrrl.livejournal.com/tag/retreat
http://labargegrrrl.livejournal.com/tag/written+december+06+after+being+yelled+a
http://labargegrrrl.livejournal.com/tag/written+about+a+painting
http://labargegrrrl.livejournal.com/tag/what/though
http://labargegrrrl.livejournal.com/tag/layers
http://labargegrrrl.livejournal.com/tag/written+on+a+cigarette+pack
http://labargegrrrl.livejournal.com/tag/misplaced+heaven

wait a second, hold on

none@none.com — Sun, 22 Jun 2008 13:41:13 GMT

wait a second, hold on
i thought we loved each other
i thought this was real
i thought we were it
i thought we could be forever

wait a second, hold on
we held each other for so long that night
wrapped up in each other's arms
promised we would be together
never let go, surrended our all

wait a second, hold on
i thought you said you loved me
because i could have sworn
you told me over and over again
how you couldn't live without me

wait a second, hold on
the phone is ringing
and the caller ID
well that name isn't me
who is she?

This Must Be A Leap Year

none@none.com — Sun, 22 Jun 2008 06:18:24 GMT

here, there are the horrible sad sobbs left to car rides when the smallest fragment of a word sets the spark of your name to flutter against the walls of my mind. little dripplets of rain turn into a massive river of salt and water mixed, over the mountains and making their way in the valley of my throat. don't move on, please move past this.. they are just bumps in the road.. our road has highway status, its long and has no end in sight.

remember when we spoke of the what can be's? i never want to use the phrase what could have been because im holding onto hope.. i don't want my house key back, please keep the ring, the smles that are caused by me.

define happiness and i will surely find it for you, i will present it in knight of shining armor fashion, i'll have a make shift cloak made from my hoodie to throw over this river, for you to step to this prize of happiness, i know it's with me.

all girls want that nice guy, that right guy.. im the right guy at the wrong time, but wrong times seem to take up the whole calender.. i thought this was different, it had to be a leap year. im going to play the role of a manly man and not let you see me like this.. alone, scared, crying, all because of you.. instead i'll prop up smiles, present them as though the world is coming straight at me, youve always had the cutest walk.

none@none.com — Sat, 21 Jun 2008 20:08:02 GMT

Do you remember the summer we spent in Nice?

I remember vividly
the sun sparkling off of your teeth as you laughed at my attempt to tie my own bikini
The same teeth that would sink into my neck later
I can almost hear the waves crashing
The children playing
Your lips on my shoulder

And the storm rolled in

Lightning and thunder shattering my reality
and torrents of wind blowing me away
Whipping at high velocities and drowning me in rain

how did you manage to erase me from the picture?

The way you look at me isn't right anymore
There's nothing that says "I love you" in that gaze
I see the fury, the contempt for me
What did I do to deserve this?
Such cruelty?

Late at night, when I cry next to you
do you no longer wish to hold me?
To touch me?
Do I truly disgust you so?

I even wear your favorite perfume to sleep, in hopes that you'll touch me once more

Like you did in Nice.

I dream of saltwater and fluffy white clouds
and your teeth..those white teeth.

And I scream in my mind "why? why?"
And wait for you to respond to my silent chant...but you never do.
And you never will.

I'll slip on my little red dress...
and play the trophy wife at your dinner parties
Smile when pinched, laugh when squeezed
And utterly adore you in front of your puppets
as you do me

and as the guests file out
I slip out of my dress...and into the lonely darkness
Let you shove me away as I try to remove your dinner jacket
Let you push me to the ground when I try to bring you a glass of champagne
Let you throw me out when I try to draw a bath for you

Because..the road to hell is paved with good intentions.
And I've already hitchhiked my way to eternal damnation.

none@none.com — Sat, 21 Jun 2008 16:50:43 GMT

seldom-
I'm a mocker, an accuser...
I'm waiting for a pretty hooker...

Flower petals.

none@none.com — Fri, 20 Jun 2008 08:20:32 GMT

Stop surrounding me with your lies.

I keep searching your face for an answer, for an indication of recognition.
I wait for you to smile, and wrap your arms around me
Yell
something
anything

I'd rather you hit me than stare blankly at me this way

Don't you remember who I am?
I know who I'm not
Who I never could be
It was never a matter of winning you ever
It was a matter of making forget who I'm not.

Subtle, menial differences. I could take a year to list them out to you
And then kiss you under a starry sky

But I know there are no more daisies growing in that field anymore.

But I can pretend to smile
and pretend nothing's wrong
and let you pretend I'm the one that I'm not
and live a lie...if it means you'll hold me one second longer
You'll kiss me the bit more passionately
You'll fuck me harder.

But for now...I'll let this dissolve
Like a sugar cube
And let the torture begin.