are slightly, (or mightily), built upon as time goes by;
that's what we do with what we did.
whether those recollections have collected
added details along the way,
we often do not know - ourselves.
these things don't make those things less treasured -
no, not less, but more.
tales are told, and in their telling,
(in)advertant lies cause normal swelling.
llp - dec'09 - dA
unseasonedsuffer silent WinterMore Like This
to speak, reborn
that's frozen life -
and well described
by yours and poets past -
who seek to make
the Autumn last.
llp - dec'09 - dA
fluididity - yeswhen developing one's mode of voice,More Like This
one cannot shut up
and speak silent to oneself.
there are garbled gabblings to be done with,
before one reaches the pinnacle
of punctilious precision -
such as i... haha!
llp - dec'09 - dA
self ownership - 1many people have no confidenceMore Like This
in their own innate goodness.
they think it's God who makes them
behave, when it's the misuse of God
which can allow misbehavior to be
too easily forgiven. they pray it away.
then, their conscience is clear.
[whether we are believers - or not]
our transgressions belong to us...
llp - jan'10 - dA
flightlessnesshe sees the thawingMore Like This
flying adroitly away
with his icy world
thus the sad penguin observes
as aircraft soar overhead
llp - jan'10 - dA
furrowedconcern upon your sulcate brow -More Like This
meditate it calm... start now.
imagine in a sulcate field -
ideas, future crop to yield.
a sulcate soul, from having sinned -
like dunes, furrowed by the wind.
[sins, are to be a transient thing]
[soon, will a wind, erasure bring]
llp - jan'10 - dA
we all are"i am, i am, i am",More Like This
the lovely young lady's plea.
though i'm unsure of what she means,
in myself is a set of three...
combined - all partial,
alone - not impartial,
effect - superficial,
there is the one i think i am,
another, for others to see,
and then, the one behind the scenes,
who's hidden even from me.
llp - jan'10 - dA
e-van-d-alizationpeople don't on purpose pursue the false, butMore Like This
no evidence is needed when the gut is heeded,
and nice to think there'll be forgiveness given
despite how lowly one has sinned or cheated.
an endorphin rush gives added push to words,
when shouted in some charismatic surge
of manipulation upon the captive brain,
[easier one might stop a runaway train].
surrounded by a fearing family shunning doubt,
to query is to dare the devil demon out.
false effective invectives perpetuate the lie,
prayed upon at birth and as you live and die.
every clown around you seems to be in thrall.
you feign to walk in step, but question every call.
llp - jan'10 - dA
Stephanie asked how...[anyone who is not happy enough with life,More Like This
please, read this. you can change things]
- before you read this, close your eyes and take a long
slow deep breath. hold onto that feeling.
- no guarantees, but for a good way to get centered
with youself and with your place in the universe, i
recommend meditation, namely transcendental meditation.
it's not a belief nor a religion - just a practice. all
you do is close your eyes and think a sound, (your mantra),
for twenty minutes twice a day. ideally, they'd like you
to pay for lessons, but you can easily teach yourself by
reading "meditation for dummies", available at Amazon.
- it c
aroundyour words seem relaxed. [don't ask me how]More Like This
my brow un-clenches; breath becomes slow.
sans poet intent, but it shall be,
for you [being you] will will it to be.
in this world, you keep me dreaming.
with you in mind, basis - reason of being.
time and time, as tomorrows flow by,
you'll reach my thoughts; erstwhiles, i'll sigh.
llp - jan'10 - dA
not quite a love poemfinally, deservingMore Like This
what it took long to see,
and thank, for the gift.
not now a part of my life,
this bed of mine
long ago made.
now truthfully, i lie,
to contemplate you,
then meditate my soul to sleep.
to dream of reaching,
no chance of touching,
here, i keep faith with connection,
to heed some basic need -
heavy feelings flow to,
is this enough?
a dichotome of vision,
blurred by the heart,
but love is not blind.
what is here should be of use.
and, it shall be, if allowed...
perception, altered by reality,
senses, alerted by serendipity -
to the difference in what is there,
Zen or EnlightementMy heart is gone...More Like This
My hands are bare...
My body shivers in the wind...
My legs are numb...
But nothing hurts!
My eyes are tired...
There's too much light!
I close them and I hide.
My body falls into an abyss
Which is above,
And higher than the sky.
I cease to breathe.
No sign of life...
But I do live!
I am divine
Long live the loveA young girl waits, her boy to meetMore Like This
Upon their hill, on rough hewn seat.
Nearby a tree, their names carved there
To show their love and mutual care.
Her troubled look becomes a frown,
A head that droops in looking down
Upon the grass where they did lay
so often on a Summer's day.
How sweet the name of love did sound
When shared between them, newly found.
Their days were filled with surging joy,
A pretty girl, a handsome boy.
The hill was their own special place,
Where she once kissed his smiling face.
He'd picked a flower upon that hill,
And offered it with earnest will.
Each day for weeks she had stood there,
As Winter strip
LonelyI want to feel something other than lonely,More Like This
Sweet caresses and kind words of endearment only for me,
Not the false kind truth and unconditionally given,
I need someone to hold me tell me these things will be okay.
The pressure is threatening the hold to much to deal with alone,
If I could just return to that one but no it would never work,
Still makes me wish for the one who loved me first,
I can no longer stand the pain like a Man dying in thirst,
Am I so bad that I don't deserve help comfort support undistrubed,
Or is it true the giving kind seem to get taken every time stealing light,
I find I get lost doing for all but then ther
TransfigurationHere is the breaking of the glass-More Like This
A stained and shattered past
Crucified and resurrected
Here is my life in patchwork seams
The threads frayed, still untied
When I discover what life means
Will I still need to cry?
Cut and unravel the tangle
Leave my heart unmangled
Leave me to shine transparently
So that my soul may see.
The gain through lossLoss, difficulty, and the long roads of trouble and pain we all will suffer. The ultimate and most trying times in our lives are powerful and difficult in the world, but we are going to be stronger than we are now in the end. Only by being a clinger to the Truth that God has set for us, we will be able to live well. Remember o the Story of Job, the wealthiest and most happy man of his time. Had everything, wealth, land, family, peace, and love from all. He had to suffer to test his love in God. It was rough, painful, and he even yelled at God, but only in trusting and loving God in loss, we can celebrate our lives in gain, peace,More Like This
My mind produces odd thingsTo be or not to beMore Like This
You mean a lot me
You silly man
You in the fuzzy sweater
That smells of so many memories
Not that I have the foggiest idea of what you mean
I just know you mean something
Reliving distant summer here in the heart of winter
Maybe you mean doubts and confusion
Twisting in my heart like the devil's brew
Whirling in a chaotic cacaphony
Maybe you mean a secret that I daren't admit
Not even in these silent watches of the night
Where my life slips away with loud music
And my soul with writing out philosophy
Or maybe I am just writing to write
To hear my own voice expressed on computer screens
Myths--updatedi.More Like This
Hugin and Munin are ravens that sit on the blind man's shoulders. He says they are his memory and sight. I say they ate his eyes.
Prometheus was Loki. He tricked, and tricked, until he got chained to a rock with the entrails of hope and had poison dripped in his eyes as he waited for the eagle to fly his liver away to freedom. I never could help the poor lad.
Medusa was actually quite lovely...she couldn't help that her wig hissed and that she was half-basilisk. I wonder if she ever fell in love watching a man from behind a veil.
The unicorn was replaced by rhinoceroses...the silver blood replaced with bellowing mud. T
Beauty Lead Astray.Each snowflake is soft, as it falls down.More Like This
The wind sweeps through, than they hit the ground.
The beauty is astonishing, peaceful and relaxing.
A mind at ease, a memory that's everlasting.
But my mind stalls, and my heart skips.
Fear overpowers me, and my feet slip.
The snow-covered path is now crimson red.
You came to save me, but killed me instead.
A sharp pain, here and there.
My bones snap, and I lose all air.
I try to beat this, but the temptation to fail wins.
I fall down to hell, with one last deadly sin.
I climb the steps to heaven, and my knees bruise.
Determination has got me fighting, I've got nothing to loose
A single tearThat lingering first glance...HotMore Like This
I push you back against the wall...oh my!
Feeling my body crushing yours...I sigh
Kissing you hard I turn determined to walk away.
You grab my arm to make me stay,
I was pulled back against you and your lust makes me sway,
Whispering sweet nothings in my ear
breathing rapid your intent is clear,
I close my eyes and shiver as I pry myself from you
glancing your way I say I love you as I walk away a
single tear escapes.........
WinterWinter is the best season to me.More Like This
The snow streaks the ground like raindrops.
The sun shines in the snow,making it sparkle like stars.
The trees are bare,with snow for leaves.
Winter is so beautiful to me.
This was written by my Son for school!
So proud of his small but huge poets heart!
Aftermath of Castle RockCrestfallenMore Like This
weak as the wake
of the tepid trembling
breaking over the sand.
How hard it is
To Treasure smiles
in a sweaty bath of
or to honour vows
haul prayers from our faded minds.
To turn in such
is to discover a web of feet and hands, disjointed, discombobulated, unable to be grasped
in supplication or remorse
(The household names have gone now).
with half-dead voices
or none at all
unbending under the sky's great agony
unsalted wounds of the spirit
fingers clumsily find fellows
Hold as the soreness stretches.
A Salvage AttemptDrop dead,More Like This
How people are molds
Of the predecessors minds,
With a shotgun strapped
Underneath their desk.
They send out submarines
Unprepared for battle,
Divers without tanks of oxygen,
But, to the chief,
They send back steak,
Not rare enough.
Bloody grease drips off the plate.
With all that is left,
Secret code ends up
On the check.
Classification of what's
Nothing but an old war movie,
A marathon of exhausted avenues.
A Devil's FormFight.More Like This
The men that wound.
The teeth that bite,
The feet that stomp,
The hands that slap
And punch and bruise.
Into a calm innocence.
As if never beckoned,
Buried deep within us all.
Summoned and asked to behave.
MetamorphosisMorphing and changingMore Like This
Into something darker
Something more disturbed
Becoming eerie and silent
As the blackness of night
Coming out of a skin
A moment in timeI do not want to capture the worldMore Like This
In a thick glass snow globe
By crystallising a moment in time
It would distort, it must distort
But so often I am dragged
To that loathsome depth
So often I trap the world
Eyes, brain, fingers, pen
It's unfair, it's so unfair
That I pin it
Sprawled and helpless
Without mercy, I dissect
And it becomes tainted
The whole vast bright world
Reduced to a stuttering rhythm
Anaesthetised with cotton wool
And splinters of ice
Bound to do my bidding,
Tell the story I think it should
I will look back, I must look back
Not with shame but with remorse
At how callously I fouled
For KevinMore Like This
What dreams may lie under surface of a frozen star?
Once turned supernova evidence comes painfully late .
For the light that we see is but luminance turned memory,
slipped though our hands forever .
© 2007 Alexandra
Funeral of misplaced wantAlas my love its come to pass I've tired of our idle song.More Like This
I euthanize my failing hope give it to naught where it belongs.
Thou love me not, we know this truth. I finally acquiesce to fate.
I thousand lies I told myself to ease the bruise I contemplate.
Dust to dust no divine spark to bring the miracle to life.
Ill begotten travesty I see it now from empty height.
Were your silken words of truth, your actions louder they would speak.
I lay to rest my orphaned heart to walk my freedoms lonely street.
© 2009 Alexandra
Ritual Killing of my Child SibRitual killing of my child siblingMore Like This
He charged me like a one-ton bull,
deranged, afraid, eager.
But instead of waving a red gold embroidered capote,
I held a weed-whacker in my dream,
blades whirling full speed.
It was difficult at first to stay still
while metal ground on flesh, then bone,
his blood spurting out covering
my face in warmth as I stood unblinking,
but grew easier until all that was left to cut
For a moment all was still -
the smell of rusted metal fresh
with blood clung to the air,
the sound of gnashing steel and breaking bone
drummed in my ear, and
breath froze in my mouth.
The tool felt weightless in
the line to read and travelTo live is to travel. To let go of the known in search of one's true home.More Like This
Most of the time I see my home in open spaces, only for a moment or two at a time, but long enough to believe it exists. A glimpse of pale creamy sky punched by a slow sun above the oily waterfront, the moon coming out of the clouds just above the top of mountain in a moment before the scene shifts, the sunset above a thick hunter green forest where you can smell the chill in the air through the window glass. There is always a promise of familiarity and there is always a promise of losing the ambiguity of spaces and distances. The only way to find your home is to lose
van Gogh, the Orient: A LamentMore Like This
When van Gogh lost his soul
'twas no bushy-eyed barbarian
babbling about bushido
that enthralled him, but
a docile geisha's pallid wrist,
in his whisky
of cherry blossom
in his soul.
when van Gogh lost his mind
to a gunshot,
'twas no starry-eyed samurai
supplicating for seppuku
that pulled the trigger, but
a dying puppy's whimper,
storms of samsara hanging
by a whisker
of dead sunflowers
in his mind.
in this space I knowRecords should be keptMore Like This
of ghastly forms, pixelized
a painting in our digital museum
of everyday life
Paintings and dolls come alive at midnight
ghastly forms come alive when they like
and they die when they like and resurrect
sometimes in illicit tryst with a stranger
who might be a savior or more likely not.
I may not have fallen in love
cause I find rising in love more appealing
but some of us do fall, with no love
and that well of self-pity is deep.
You may not have understood
it's a trial by fire
but wet nevertheless
not because of the rain
I have witnessed fiery angels
The Marble and The EdgeAt three, my wide eyes watchedMore Like This
as a marble rolled across the table,
its path illuminated by the light
from the window -
(light still entered that house then)
rolled and eventually lost
its grounding, fell like a misguided Columbus
off the edge, rolled under the radiator,
hot to touch and growling.
Then Christmas and the wrapping paper
strewn about the apartment, blood on the carpet.
I never could remember what happened
between the before and after,
but I remember the dark, frantic motion,
the lullaby siren.
While they methodically separated
shirt from body, bone from flesh,
my hand remained in hers.
We rolled steadi
Amorous TranscendenceYes, yes, I know you will believe me when I sayMore Like This
the dandelions will soon explode
and all the little girls will attack the sun
and, most importantly, that my fingers
will soon become dizzy from running in circles over your skin.
All the experts agree
it is quite possible that every citys
newspaper will scream at the top of its lungs
and decree a war on words,
but thank goodness we dont need those.
Surely it is only time until all the walls disintegrate
and reveal the vacuous voluptuaries,
and us, wide-eyed and bending
to the will of each others desire.
Dont breathe in
the wind carries the noxious
musings from a dark roomOne thing I've discovered lately is how bright the sky becomes after the sun goes down. It's as if the sun, that fleeting giver of warmth and luminence, isn't shining as much as transplanting itself into a comatose patient. The sky and all beneath her lies open on the operating table of the universe as Sol opens an incision. She lies, patiently waiting, as the gleaming golden surgeon cuts her in two, pushing aside her shimmering insides and coating them with a false veneer of flesh. She remains passive as the golden brilliance of the scalpel envelops her very core, expanding to push aside the glittering amulet of the moon. The famous bluMore Like This
Big Things Come in Small Packages pt. 7 (FMG)Big Things Come in Small Packages Pt 7More Like This
by MagnusMagneto (MagnusMagneto23)
Commissioned by Darc013 of DeviantArt
The next few days were fairly regular for Jennifer's family. Well, as regular as any family with an incredibly strong and smart 10 year old can be. While Jerry and Jane lazed around, enjoying their vacation, Jennifer was hard at work, reading book after book on her Amaz0n Blaze - along with, of course, her usual workouts and protein packed meals. Jennifer also began experimenting with her new chemistry set. At first the set was novel and interesting, but before she knew it, she had completed all of the experiments in her chem
I finished published KKIAoD video part 3Great news, everybody. I finished making a third part of the video version of Kristina Kittensworth's Inflated Adventures of Dreamlands (or KKIAoD for short). It took me two days to make this video while rikukid24 help me voicing the characters and he voiced Mushbeak, but he can't sing very well since he said he's not good at singing and I help him practice singing. But when things went wrong, I decided to replace the part that Mushbeak singing into me singing and especially I fix the lyrics in the speech bubbles right. I already cut out all the panels from each comic page from last few months or a year ago. First day, it took time for my best friend, Van Hikari known as :iconrikukid24: to memorize Mushbeak's speaking line, "So any story you wanna tell us, Kristina?" He sounds similarly as the voice of Spyro the Dragon from Skylanders: Spyro's Adventure the way he talks like that.More Like This
As for Frank Sinatra's song, "High Hopes", it took a lot of practice to get my