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Today, I woke up sweating, pondering from a dream I never endeavored to dream before, a dream that pervades me, haunts me even when I am not asleep anymore, a dream that scares me yet it keeps me whole.
There I wear you as a star shaped medallion around my neck letting you fall on the immaculate line between my breasts, swinging, singing blowing my mind, with whispers.
Your words striked me with response - That you wear me in your heart as rarest precious jewellry, you ever seen & that you are no longer afraid to touch me, for a moment I wonder, why have you ever been claiming our dreams apart where I couldn't reach, the azure beach, in your eyes.
Wonderful truth, now I can attach you to my skin & caress your hair twirl it around my fingers, dance with you on western railways in the air
I give you my naked credence & reliance of my mind, a token, which only your hands can unwind.
The wind is a rabid dog passing through twisted branches of dead forest like Ukrainian spinsters bloodletting hogs in the snow dancing in the blood of fortune. It mars my cheeks reshaping skin and bone until my mirror wretches at my sight and cracks to escape the ugliness that bites at my heels like piranha learning to chew its first flesh from a cadaver lost in motion on its path to nowhere cept forever. Demon's breath tastes of burning metal sweeping color away leaving blackness of fields and hearts and like the spinsters we dance in the blood of fortune.
He held on tightly but fell through through the cracks and was kicked to the curb like an old bottle cap. Now he sits cup for handouts and sees things around him unseen by others, those fighting to keep from falling through cracks themselves. Sometimes his lips move without sound giving him the appearance perhaps conversing with God but he's pretty sure God left took his son with him long ago and his words are lost to the air.
He wishes things could be better. He would pull himself from the cracks back into sunlight where his words were not lost but for now curls up on the sidewalk cup nearby for handouts.
Constant persistant gaping void opening, closing I try to fill it but it doesn't subside I try to persuade it to leave me but it decides to hide living in the darkened hallway fucking with my mind till the moment arrives and I make it come alive, self pity, shame and disgust, I have talked to my counselers and they say I have just seen too much, others have taken on thier own hole inside, filling it also with booze, drugs and lies, same as I, yet, hope at the surface of this collapsing grave, sunlight shining above me, yet I am so afraid, conquering this fear, retched fear, anguish,and dismay, to find myself at the top, standing over the grave I had made.
I saw you today in the clouds in the breezes off toward the mountain. You weren't doing anything but I noticed a tear in one eye as it ran down your cheek. I wanted it to be a happy tear but I guess I will never know.
I felt you in my heart today in my blood as it pumped aimlessly. You weren't doing anything but I felt the warmth you give off where ever you go. I am glad I had the foresight to fix you a place to rest a place of love in my heart.
I saw you today in my day dreaming you were a statue in my garden standing amidst the strawberry vines and I knew you were happy there.
Be Inspired and be inspiration.Find beauty, even in things that often go unnoticed.Don't be afraid to dream, and to let your dreams carry you to where you most want to be.Paint the world with love and light.Many blessings to you and yours.
Land of shadows & giant dandelions, by Tihana Novosel.
I dream awake in the land of shadows & giant dandelions, I linger troubled & peeved by the macabre sun, that gives me no leisure.
It hankers to dry droplets from my eyes but look, how I wear them with pride & how I let them glide in search for their endemic blackberry winter, in burst.
So I composed this coy requiem for the intimate moments with your bottled essence & I licked the cork, just to feel your presence, in the middle of some dreary eclipse where I long to never be sun-kissed again.
copyright, 2009.
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a bad boy with a penchant for poetry and a voice like bukowski called me in the middle of the night i can't recall when i gave him my number i can't recall many things these days he said he was high on something i couldn't pronounce and wanted me to listen wet resonance falling upon raw worded truths read into an explosive frenzy satisfied now i sleep
"A poem derived from two images" loses something with the comments posting below. The comments box did not allow for the unusual word placement that appears on my blog posting of the original. The original word placement( which can be viewed @ http://blogs.myspace.com/fred_kane ) is intended to render a cubist effect, or perhaps: split screen effect would be a more accurate description.
Comedy is a drama queen; Tragedy sighs over her shoulder: sisters beneath a vandalized circus sign placed over a church. They’re not yet a trinity.
Her face is rotting: the greater smile of a cadaver that jests it is still breathing. Clown makeup applied does her some justice; she waits to be summoned by the ring master.
Love is not always laughing, not always the joke’s on you Love is leaving with seasons Love possessing is not your possession.
Self mutilating angel, take razor to wing doesn’t change anything: need more than you’ve learned to be human. Wait until you experience these things-
Love is not killing your lover not ever trying to own anyone never stalks another Love is not possessing. Love is possession.
Awaiting your call from the master: too late you discover you could never serve two. You set out to make the human church holy; its trinity awaits completion with you.
Contiguous stars, striped, grow into one As We walk toward summer skies Streaked with mackerel slithers’ shining obliviously Measured mystical moments glitter against soft taking Our stems bearing fructifications As we hover and sail above earth’s dear matter Led by the girl’s silver twisting beam Liquefied by our owned heat of beating rhythm Shedding sparks into trails of pulsating high heart Transpierced, transpired with each others will to be Owned, possessed, intertwined together as we save our laughter To unity, the constitution of our whole Flashing brilliant and deep, we loyally cry our forgotten voices Locating into orbit which cannot contain our glory Flight’s fight is not made, opening passages gently, fingers roaming Qualifying lust’s tip, needing and bleeding My veil lifted, I capitulate feelings gifted and won by us Into glory’s splashing sea of raging fires Tempered not , confessing all we flow together flying, being all To one another, forever blessed
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