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porcupine
USA
193 Posts |
 Posted - Jul 18 2009 : 06:23:17 AM
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At first I was pleasantly humored
to find my family
were vacuums and trees
then reality set in,
and I cried..
Not because I was empty inside,
Not because immobile and swaying, our legacy would be sucked into the deepest corners of forever, no
The tears were God's way of saying hello
awkward as he was
Living in my elbows
and counting hairs
Suddenly I said
Friend why?
He said in time
I would understand
Since then I carve placemats out of spanish dictionaries and pursue pidgeon-like dreams;
seeds and oats
homeless fecundity
The little jokes I hear on train rides
fail to spark the lighters in the gas stations of love
oh, oh, it is just the beginning then
How many yards
and how many beers later will it be
that you see I get you
Patti Nandertole?
its been this way since we ate ice cubes together in the night
& made funny prayers to weathermen
for rain
Hold me back!
Hold me back!
the sidewalk says while the train dweller thinks
Let me at him
If only I could get through their scared and thick little heeads
I'd be dreadfully fulfilled
like Heath Ledger
in a Goddess religion
good to the last drop
because I kick ass
gently, painlessly
Through all this empty talk
I am admit I am
more somber beyond this
shuffling philosophy
and little gifted pictures
of Buddhas
knowing it means nothing
Dwelling in stormy peace
singer in a deaf world
only the lightest massage
to soothe those souls
around me
and all this is rises up
form wherever
holding me as its dream,
me who still wonders and stumbles blindly into all possibility
I set aside fake names now
I say mom & dad
Mira Jon Eli Daniel Nina & Naomi
I set aside people
and my heart swells with teh sea
bow how is earth so quiet and wandering
making us crazier
each day that is
to say more aware of our own perfect love,
two eyes, two feet, arms and hands
what am I but a space filled
a river running
so as I turn away
as you pull me back
new
as the sun falls
and rainbows expound on the unicorn frenzies
of Wanti and grass growing
We should be in this world together
and converse like lost balloons
looking offhand shooting phrases
then bursting and forgetting ourselves
Helios still rides across the sky
my arrows are for myself, though not in any useful way
muses..
Hayotelado!!
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miguel
Spain
1197 Posts |
Posted - Jul 18 2009 : 1:52:53 PM
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wowowowow...!
beautiful!
Did you write that porcup?
Its absolutely amazing!!!
It goes directly to the bottom of my heart...
Please,share more poetry with us! |
Edited by - miguel on Jul 18 2009 2:33:50 PM |
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porcupine
USA
193 Posts |
Posted - Jul 24 2009 : 01:20:13 AM
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thanks Miguel, that means a lot to me :)
Lately I notice at the strangest times
when the popcorn bag sit lightly
and the curtains are all pulled
I can sing your name loud, I find you everywhere
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Balance
USA
967 Posts |
Posted - Jul 24 2009 : 04:26:15 AM
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| Totally awesome porcupine! Thanks |
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miguel
Spain
1197 Posts |
Posted - Jul 24 2009 : 05:49:10 AM
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porcupine
USA
193 Posts |
Posted - Jul 28 2009 : 01:20:13 AM
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oh the great indoors
with its surfaces and limewires
inspiring to the touch and floorboards curved
in still tree patterns
i open the door, goddess pouring through mind
and heart
and then nothing, the expectingness
a mother weeping joyful tears
her child has made her cookies
and something about them
the love in the baking
a love like open meadows where rabbits run
and the old sycamores bend in the distant winds
that blow through the window
and blow the tears across her face
as shes smiling and I've just stepped in and who am I?
lullabies and wheatgrass
I am the priestess
hooing the road to everywhere
my guitar the unknowable song
nomadic black and white
flashing back to when we took ecstasy together
in the attic and sat, facing eachother
telling our life stories all the pain all the sadness
came out, and I realized really
shining like on fire that I was a pixie
in flow of universal love
and though alone, I was no one
nature moves itself able bodied and ever vexing
in magic days like that we learned our true names
and cast our dreams into the flames
nothing was the same
so my life is now a song
the great indoor song
within all along
within all along
Oh and here comes the deer along trees by the window
are you coming in or calling me out
my spirit wanders the woods dancing in the joys of dew and delight
the desire of all the fireflies, collector of leaves
where on roadsides pick ups pass and think of the world
vast the planets
picking boletes in a clearing
you come to me, little love
sweeping off my feet
into the tub of your riverbed, filling my head
with your promises of all that is free and new and living
and I laughed and you smiled
we kissed
in the earths bosom intertwined in the grass
and branches embraced as birdies twinkled in our minds
my love, pomo! how you laugh
and make it all well
how your feet stay dirt covered and pale
while I worry about shoes or no shoes
in the cool sun, prismatic oaks
person, you speak the dreams like daisies
on my thigh brush molecules of light
sound
joy
harmony
peace
bliss
love
everywhere |
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miguel
Spain
1197 Posts |
Posted - Jul 28 2009 : 09:45:30 AM
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Definitely porcupine,your poetry is terrific....very, very, very deep and sincere poetry...love it! thanks!
Light! |
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porcupine
USA
193 Posts |
Posted - Jul 29 2009 : 11:03:16 PM
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I walked outside, and looked at the clouds trudging along the dark purple sky, it was nice and serene. Many insignificant things crossed my mind, for a while buzzing like sparks in the pan, and then nothing more. The small trees that appeared every few blocks danced in the wind and from peoples homes you could sometimes hear music or pleasant chatter, I walked along and along looking at the lines in the sidewalk, sometimes following the wind, and finally I sat down and smiled on the curb. Where was I? Anywhere. I felt like I sank, oozed into the concrete, without a reason, without a form. Basically it was just a shining light that I saw before me, flickering from the trance mix that played in some club where the kids all danced and got up and down, I was only a funky clown on the outskirts of town, bouncing around while the bouncers only stared on. So I just imagined being with my love then, even though I was new to all of this, not quite knowing what any of it really 'meant', but I knew love felt good, so I layed it on, with a kind of thick and liberal hand, talking to myself about the way that everything you do seems to lead back to the ocean of existential promise that waves to the sky. And I was lost in my thought and thinking it was cool that I had no cigarettes and had managed to reach such a height of chill poise. You walked up carrying a steaming tea cup and smiled. "Hi, I'm Dice!" you said.
"I'm Aisha." I said, and fell out of the sidewalk, looked in your eyes, saw something I usually never see, something, that I don't want to describe because it wouldn't only fall short. But it made me remember when I was younger, and how the walk through the trees in the woods made me feel freer, even though sometimes I dragged along the biggest branches that had fallen, that were sometimes twice my size, it was a journey, I was an ant.
Mr. Perfect and his ants, we talked about that once, when you noticed the ant theme also on my sheets. But enough about me, what about you?
I know nothing about you and this saddens me, though I know we are complimentary, and one thing leads to another, I know also that I've gone astray, and perhaps its better this way, because, well I like to hug the ground, and dig holes, and never fill them again. My hair is the tree top from which insanity is ripened to inspiration, when I follow you, I know that I have caught myself by the tail, this narcissism goes out beyond the hill tops and into the stars. The little green bug arrived first for our wedding, and so we kissed on the cheek slightly and ended it there and I was always confused, because we were not together. I went off alone, beseeching God. And so you arrive by twist of fate, though I never gambled.
"Dice, why are you so nice?"
Wouldn't you like to talk about the universe, though its a strange position to be in, so loosely tied between all corners, and with the subways trains running like they do, someones bound to have a reason to get frustrated. But you told me about the hawk up in the sky and how I should listen to his call if I ever wanted to find my way back to leaf being.
Leave me be, the hermit romance, part four, croaking frogs and the passing days, leave me weary, this whole life I've known you, and every word is a pet name for you, giving me these feelings I can't describe, leaving in the first moment and back, tapping me on the back, as I look out over the crowd. A lot of people dance in a lot of ways, the arms are akimbo, and we all wander, hot on the trail of ass. Honestly, I had no particularly sexy ideas in those days, but still something fell deeper in me, I realized how it was put together, and when I say you were my love, what I mean is that you lead waves over my shore.
But I wasn't sure at all, of anything anymore, when and in absence I found fauns, deer, misquitos and campfire dreams, I drank the wine that led me straight to the door of the blacksmith, and he sprinted off.
In some small part of town where they mostly speak Korean.
This is all a dream. |
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miguel
Spain
1197 Posts |
Posted - Aug 02 2009 : 1:29:00 PM
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quote:
"I'm Aisha." I said, and fell out of the sidewalk, looked in your eyes, saw something I usually never see, something, that I don't want to describe because it wouldn't only fall short.
quote:
This is all a dream.
Thank you. |
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