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Literature
Attraction I am attracted to the non movement of fate
Striving hard to gain its majestic powers
My attraction runs deep like a cut
Feeling the blood seep out and invade my world
An attraction that shouldn't be allowed
Feeling the emotional desire to become one
Having the bliss and ecstasy excites me
My pleasure awakens with each breath I take
Exhaling in and out
As each second flickers by like a ravaging insect
My wounds of time begins to heal
For I am attracted to fate
Fate wishes to ease my tension
Relaxing so peacefully in a midst of everything
I am in love with fate.
Vulnerable Vulnerable in your bed,
helpless in your arms
disarmed, at once by your smile
held defenseless by your charms.
Keep me...
Take me always
mould me as you will
tender is my flesh and form
hungry, I am for the thrill
Take me In...
The depths I'd venture
will never hold parallel
even if my undertaking leads me
to bleak cognition; I dare not tell
Sustain Me...
For love is the only
light I have as a guide
and you, my dear heart--
are the champion ever at my side
AEC/2007
Your Blue Words your blue words
hanging in my night
a banshee call
hanging in my night
a banshee call
I scatter
a banshee call
I scatter
the stars
I scatter
the stars
as cosmic seedlings
the stars
as cosmic seedlings
shining in two worlds
as cosmic seedlings
shining in two worlds
you and I
shining in two worlds
you and I
closing our eyes
you and I
closing our eyes
still seeing stardust
closing our eyes
still seeing stardust
you were sad
still seeing stardust
you were sad
your words cried
you were sad
your words cried
as sky rain
your words cried
as sky rain
your blue words
as sky rain
your blue words
hanging in my nigh
wasted grace and i have bowed my dark head
bending like the black-eyed susans
bathing in the setting sun
every reservation unfolding
in the four chambers
of my origami heart,
each wasted grace peppered
on my parchment skin
like feathers curling on the wind.
and all my words lay
like thick roots wedded
with the warm earth, buried
but unbound, wooden tongues
that curl with clinging dirt
beneath soft palms stretching
across the bark,
twisting like a serpent
whispering secrets against
the steady susurrus
of leaves rattling overhead
like paper lanterns.
wide-eyed, irises the burnt brown
of apple seeds,
i have leaned to listen
long
Coloring Book A rainbow stained skirt sweeps the sidewalk of the grey.
It's long tattered edges picks up the debris of the forgotten, and every so often it finds
a straggler.
Something still alive.
It's the size of a roach, and though it may not look like much, it's there.
Like a hand laying bare on someone's shoulders.
It's waiting for some sort of comfort.
Which is weird for a bug.
But it must hurt to go from natural to disgusting.
It must be
exhausting to be so
...disgusting.
I don't mind wearing skirts.
Skinny Jeans cut off circulation.
It's amazing to see the women of this generation
parading like clowns
in the thickest masks men co
unspoken language as the venetian
simplicity of romance
wilts; we shift,
like light
there are no nouns
for what we call
'it'
in minds auto-trained
to forget, we kiss -
the
unspoken language
caught between our lips.
as it happens
i am a coward, disguising
emotion with envoi's, and
somewhere
between my tongue and
your lower lip
'it' lingers.
The Girl A devilish grin splits on her face,:thumb283052644:
As she continues with an uneven pace.
Her heart broken, infinitely dead,
So she clambers back to her creaking bed.
Only to think, only to ponder,
But then her mind begins to wander.
Clutching a knife in her pale grip,
She treads down the stairs,
Halfway down, she falls, a trip,
It cuts her flesh, but nobody cares.
A disjointed frown, she wears an expression,
At least she has learnt, discovered a lesson.
But alas, she is already dying,
No use for sorrow, no time for crying.
No blood, no bruise, a clean cut,
Her life supply, her support shut.
Laying still, lifeless, alone,
Although it was all
Summer Smoke Shimmer.
I am, every
breath counted.
Tapping time on the
calendar like a waltz in
Wednesdays.
Winter light still glows
in her eyes, but
summer maker her
truly shine.
She is spinning in the
incense smoke and I
am wondering, living in
a gap between you and me.
She said I'd know an
angel if I saw one.
I would fall to my knees in
awe, fire and light,
some celestial warrior,
And I see it,
there,
in the summer smoke,
bright,
living only one day a week.
Summer seems so short
counted in days
I can see
your smile.
Seconds sli
summer-boy, birdy. cusp of september,
summer burns on drunken driftwood pyres breathing
pale rhapsodies of you & i to a vagabond wander
of stars over stolen shores: there,
you spin me
wilder in smouldersilk tangles, falter-step through
strayed echoes of a mandolin waltz to a worldedge singed brazen, trembled
bright with a waking of storms. there,
we troth
wonder and a wanting and bones ripened lovelier
for boardwalk lights and grenadine heat
to that far place between
your sand and my sky.
[incandescent,] we break
with the thunder and home with the tide
to part without a promise on the cinder-wind, but
i've smokethreads through my hair and
the hol
Tomorrow Evening
I want to trace infinity along your spine,
While you hold me close, and lose track of time,
I want to forget about the confusion,
The lies and saline tears,
I want to lie with you,
Skin against skin,
And tingling fingertips.
And once again I'll trace
Infinity along your spine,
And hope it lasts
Forever this time.
June June came clothed in the rutted rind
Of cigarettes put out on skin.
Measured deprivation
Could do nothing to narrow
Bottleneck waistlines;
I could not hang my skin
Out on the clothesline
Next to your face
And emerge unscathed.
Idyllogic Idyll-ogic.
Listen to the music.
A serene familiar hymn
Of days we had then -
A simpler time
Of reason and rhyme;
We spent our life
Living just fine
In our own ignorance...
A sweet youthful bliss.
We didn't know of things yonder -
Of famine or slaughter.
Children at play
don't question if you're gay,
Don't know the name
Or care who is Yahweh.
Their truthful telling
Can come in brutal belling
And thin skin bruises easily.
Small ones felt measly.
Large ones feel beastly.
Come adulthood, we feel priestly.
Our arrogant eyes
become blind
to the times.
Look at the other cheek.
Snub the poor and weak.
When before we'd
Illusion (version francophone plus bas)
Illusion
I caught a snowflake on my tongue tonight
The snow kept falling
Covering my mouth
Heavy and wet on my parched lips
A shiver down my spine
Unfolded my Origami wings
The winds lifted and carried me above and across
The instant passed
I caught a snowflake on my tongue tonight
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Illusion
J'ai attrapé un flocon de neige sur ma langue ce soir
La neige n'en finissait pas de tomber
Recouvrait ma bouche
Lourde et mouillée contre mes lèvres desséchées
Un frisson le long de mon dos
Déplia mes ailes ori
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