x_WaX_x
02-04-2006, 06:44 PM
he inspires me...one night after reading Tristessa, and started scribbling pages and pages of words and non-sense for days and days...i don't know what to think of them, poeticaly, but i think emotionaly they evoque alot in me, i was wondering what other people might see or feel when they read my poetry...
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Where is the sense
In this fiction we live in
Fingertip pressed letters that form words
Words and phrases and texts and then
And then what else?
Hidden behind neon screens and
Time zones
Tell me stranger, what are we?
A novel of dialogues
That speak of distant times and places.
The clock freezes,
Yet not quite,
The numbers keep moving
Day into night and day again
But everything stays the same
-----
I fixed my eyes onto the moon
And it seems so out of place
In daylight.
I can feel the cracking sound
of the snow
beneath my shoes.
And soon the moon disappears
behind suburban rooftops
And it is as if I’m walking
only to find it again.
With the sound of melancholy
in my ears
I cannot hear the cars
And I don’t care to move to the sides
Because the road is mine.
I will find
The moon
Again
Hovering over naked, leafless and
Lifeless
Trees
-----
She is standing
Unstill;
”Stay still, Child”.
And sometimes I wonder how
She can keep Her soul so alive,
When Her body is so restless.
Her words stay quiet,
And I wonder
How She can be
So silent
When time has been so cruel.
And I wonder how she can still
Be
A child
Like all others.
And every time she flashes a smile
We are reminded that time
Has also been more generous
Than it should have been.
”Child, you are brilliant”
And the look in her eyes
Tells me I am saying nothing
She does not know already.
Oh, how one look means
So much more than
A thousand words could ever mean.
-----
If there’s anything
That makes me cry these days
It’s the space between this music
That always leaves room for you.
And just let me say
That everything,
Everything carries your name.
-----
”You ever been in the Zone?”
And you ask with invitation
As if you know.
Rubber bands and
Shaky hands.
”What’s it like?”
The look in your eyes gives away
the wanting in your veins
“The needle bites and the shock’s a delight.”
It’s out to get naïve fools like me, boy.
And I know you know
because you just bet your next hit on me.
Dirty needles and
Dirty games.
Splinter in my vein.
All need’s the same
Anyway.
-----
A roof over my head
And food in my stomach.
And then I think about
How wide the road stretches on for
And I want to be there
Among all the changing lines
And dizzying lights
I want to cruise through the night
And the day
Until my body can’t take it anymore.
-----
And like nothing
I am gone
Further in
From the outside
A growing distance
Between them
And I
I shift and sway
From the sidelines
Which are much like tight rope
If i tip toe from place to place
I am stable while balancing
Unless it is only
A creation of the conscious mind
That I am well
In the absence
Of other bodies
And different minds
-----
Walking back
More like dragging back
my own self.
After a walk through
Nowhere,
Because where am I really?
Who knows.
A spot on a map, dirt,
Dust, a speck, maybe.
Oh in my mind,
Anywhere, anywhere
But this place.
Running out only to come back again
To this,
Whatever this may be.
And what I thought was my mother,
Standing behind the glass door
Was only the shadow
Of trees.
Tall, small and limp and sad and wet with rain,
Like her, oh far too much like her.
-----
Heavy, heavy.
Ongoing visions of
Now, then, afterwards,
The then of the afterwards now.
Where are we, where were we yesterday
Where to go
With empty pockets…
Knees to the ground,
Hands to the sky
Open wide,
Lord, where do we sleep tonight?
-----
They’re animals,
They’re everywhere
Land, water and sky.
Penetrating, violating
Digging their roaring crooked hearts and hands
Into this earth.
-----
well i'll leave it at that for now....
-----
Where is the sense
In this fiction we live in
Fingertip pressed letters that form words
Words and phrases and texts and then
And then what else?
Hidden behind neon screens and
Time zones
Tell me stranger, what are we?
A novel of dialogues
That speak of distant times and places.
The clock freezes,
Yet not quite,
The numbers keep moving
Day into night and day again
But everything stays the same
-----
I fixed my eyes onto the moon
And it seems so out of place
In daylight.
I can feel the cracking sound
of the snow
beneath my shoes.
And soon the moon disappears
behind suburban rooftops
And it is as if I’m walking
only to find it again.
With the sound of melancholy
in my ears
I cannot hear the cars
And I don’t care to move to the sides
Because the road is mine.
I will find
The moon
Again
Hovering over naked, leafless and
Lifeless
Trees
-----
She is standing
Unstill;
”Stay still, Child”.
And sometimes I wonder how
She can keep Her soul so alive,
When Her body is so restless.
Her words stay quiet,
And I wonder
How She can be
So silent
When time has been so cruel.
And I wonder how she can still
Be
A child
Like all others.
And every time she flashes a smile
We are reminded that time
Has also been more generous
Than it should have been.
”Child, you are brilliant”
And the look in her eyes
Tells me I am saying nothing
She does not know already.
Oh, how one look means
So much more than
A thousand words could ever mean.
-----
If there’s anything
That makes me cry these days
It’s the space between this music
That always leaves room for you.
And just let me say
That everything,
Everything carries your name.
-----
”You ever been in the Zone?”
And you ask with invitation
As if you know.
Rubber bands and
Shaky hands.
”What’s it like?”
The look in your eyes gives away
the wanting in your veins
“The needle bites and the shock’s a delight.”
It’s out to get naïve fools like me, boy.
And I know you know
because you just bet your next hit on me.
Dirty needles and
Dirty games.
Splinter in my vein.
All need’s the same
Anyway.
-----
A roof over my head
And food in my stomach.
And then I think about
How wide the road stretches on for
And I want to be there
Among all the changing lines
And dizzying lights
I want to cruise through the night
And the day
Until my body can’t take it anymore.
-----
And like nothing
I am gone
Further in
From the outside
A growing distance
Between them
And I
I shift and sway
From the sidelines
Which are much like tight rope
If i tip toe from place to place
I am stable while balancing
Unless it is only
A creation of the conscious mind
That I am well
In the absence
Of other bodies
And different minds
-----
Walking back
More like dragging back
my own self.
After a walk through
Nowhere,
Because where am I really?
Who knows.
A spot on a map, dirt,
Dust, a speck, maybe.
Oh in my mind,
Anywhere, anywhere
But this place.
Running out only to come back again
To this,
Whatever this may be.
And what I thought was my mother,
Standing behind the glass door
Was only the shadow
Of trees.
Tall, small and limp and sad and wet with rain,
Like her, oh far too much like her.
-----
Heavy, heavy.
Ongoing visions of
Now, then, afterwards,
The then of the afterwards now.
Where are we, where were we yesterday
Where to go
With empty pockets…
Knees to the ground,
Hands to the sky
Open wide,
Lord, where do we sleep tonight?
-----
They’re animals,
They’re everywhere
Land, water and sky.
Penetrating, violating
Digging their roaring crooked hearts and hands
Into this earth.
-----
well i'll leave it at that for now....