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I know that I was born insane
to love so much the face of Death.
Insanity romanced me even when
a child still dwelled beneath infernal skin.
Why could society not understand
that all I’ve ever really wanted equals none?
They knew I never fancied animating flesh
but would not let my life be done.
I couldn't stir myself into the mix
of scribes and commons laying decent laws
demanding that I shadow the shadow cast
by some thin, mortal God.
I've always been enchanted by the doomsday trim
of lightness edged with Death’s esthetic claws
and yet, new dawns decreed I stay
and left me pinched in Life's stiff, rigid pause.
I pined away in darkest corridors for He
who could erase the curse of knowledge learned.
My Alabaster Wraith, He sat with me while Life
held me confined and counted out my every breath
as if a promise that he'd wrest the soil
back from my hollow bones
and press my spirit back into the dust,
so I might find some peace, in the unknown.
I often pled for cruelest remedies
that Life's more favored inmates feared
because each torture treatment let me glimpse
His lethal cowl and my demise.
Mere breaths and heartbeats stood
between my sickness and the cure
for Life's oppression of my soul
that lay too far on Death's frontier.
I've never sought forked-ray lobotomies
or sun-salts poured in night-stained eyes.
I never yearned for freedom or the sun
but revelled in the sweetest dreams
that I would breech the human warehouse walls
but not survive the birth,
become a husk of inert flesh allowed
to find asylum in the earth.
Restraint within a man-made tomb of Life
was all the Hell I ever feared and yet
my mind was so incurable that by and by
I was abandoned by the pious saints...
until there rose a hero on the still walls of
a midnight void of Death's sure faith;
He came and he collected me
my Alabaster Wraith.
Stone testaments commomorate a Life
I never lived or wanted to have lived,
a number chains my bones in place
where people forcefully preserved
Life's longing for itself.
My meatless parts communicate
a warmth for living that I never felt
but balms of death have healed my hate.
One Day of Knowing
Adam, my Adam, please come stroll with me.
Let us take another walk to the sea.
Come, my husband, the man of my dreams,
We can live forever with no blasphemes!
You named all the animals as God asked.
Eons flew past; you continued the task.
Never “alone” working with no adieu.
God’s right hand man; I am so proud of you!
Alone in the garden, when God went out –
I keep wondering, what was that about?
What was on the outside? I wish I knew –
Perhaps way back then…a dangerous venue.
Every yesterday walking side by side
In sync in the garden we two abide.
Millions of years living, immortal, shared.
God invented…giving to us; He cared.
Day after day together leisurely
We, walking with God obediently,
Free to eat of the Tree of Life and live.
Explicate that one, Adam? Come on; give!
Let us try the other fruit; we will not die.
The serpent said we would not. Let us try.
The Tree of Life gives immortality.
We will know good and evil, God’s specialty.
You said, before “Eve, do not ask again.”
We could be like God; come on let us win!
I am looking for adventure, if you please.
Life in the garden is a boring ease.
Perhaps I will taste that fruit without you.
Then, you will miss me for an eon or two.
Good idea, baby”— Now, I am thinking!
Beguile me again…these teeth are sinking.
Adam, oh Adam, I ate and still live.
It tastes delicious; this is yours…I give.
Yummy! Eve, I love your tummy…naked.
Yikes! He is unquenchable; love related.
What have I done eternity like this?
Never ending energy, a constant kiss.
My rebel spirit brought mortality.
Now, pain and toil, shall drive humanity.
Come on God; what is next? Please do something –
God banished us the Tree of Life; mortal life stings –
DEDICATED to the original EVE whose rebel spirit and convincing tongue brought mortality to both Adam and herself. Thus, the adventures of mortal man began and humanity became...us.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
May, 2010
Poetic form: Couplets
TWO SOULS UNITE
A dove plummets from the sky and dies
Life goes on
Human forms pass by on the street
finding emptiness along the alley
taking that which can be got
Only to find it wasn't what was needed
Life goes on
The sun comes up over the horizon
filling all with hope
only to go down
Bringing the darkness
Lurking in the shadows, one finds existence
The existence to be alone
until the shadows reveal
another form of life
Now the two existences join
and become a force
the force gives love and hope
to the rest of the world
pushing out the evil
that once ruled
The moon and stars appear
giving new light
To what seemed hopeless
Why do you ask, has this happened?
Because of the love of two people
Burning brightly in the Universe.
Form:
There's no other love greater,
Than becoming a mother,
And if your life gets burned,
You'll scream at those concerned,
Especially when it was stolen again,
From people who had no write,
An x-husband can be a,
Very sick man,
When he gets a jealous girlfriend,
To help him undermine the x-wife,
To put together a plan,
A murderous sick plan,
To kill the children of the x-wife,
Not only are they nuts,
They have no type of guts,
For they hired people to do,
Their dirty deeds done cheap,
Everything that they did go through with,
Was heading them to jail,
Til a powerful group of people,
Ignored the laws of the land,
And proceeded with their plan,
These people did not know,
They were creating a very sick show,
Of judgement they had no write too,
Done out of a court of law,
Desputed by other people,
That backed up the x-husband,
They've shown really poor judgement,
And put themselves in the boiling pot with them,
For God in heaven never sleeps,
And yes his heart does weep,
For what has been done,
To a small little family,
Of innocenance that never did anything,
Has been trampled upon,
Like it doesn't matter,
For what they all have done,
The murderers run the streets,
And are holding onto the son,
The x-wife got her life shattered,
And to them the only matter,
Is a flimsy excuse,
About being controled out of love,
To be people involved in law,
And never do what's right,
By the child whose life they did take,
Sickens the x-wife and only makes her madder,
Rage is boiling inside,
That she can not hide,
Aganist all of the people,
In this unholy land.
There's no other love greater,
Than becoming a mother,
And if your life gets burned,
You'll scream at those concerned,
Especially when it was stolen again,
From people who had no write,
An x-husband can be a,
Very sick man,
When he gets a jealous girlfriend,
To help him undermine the x-wife,
To put together a plan,
A murderous sick plan,
To kill the children of the x-wife,
Not only are they nuts,
They have no type of guts,
For they hired people to do,
Their dirty deeds done cheap,
Everything that they did go through with,
Was heading them to jail,
Til a powerful group of people,
Ignored the laws of the land,
And proceeded with their plan,
These people did not know,
They were creating a very sick show,
Of judgement they had no write too,
Done out of a court of law,
Desputed by other people,
That backed up the x-husband,
They've shown really poor judgement,
And put themselves in the boiling pot with them,
For God in heaven never sleeps,
And yes his heart does weep,
For what has been done,
To a small little family,
Of innocenance that never did anything,
Has been trampled upon,
Like it doesn't matter,
For what they all have done,
The murderers run the streets,
And are holding onto the son,
The x-wife got her life shattered,
And to them the only matter,
Is a flimsy excuse,
About being controled out of love,
To be people involved in law,
And never do what's right,
By the child whose life they did take,
Sickens the x-wife and only makes her madder,
Rage is boiling inside,
That she can not hide,
Aganist all of the people,
In this unholy land.
salad poetry & salsa-dance
…thus riding on a memory-bicycle those people who used to go to pick up dry straws grasses
twigs from the daily-payment of the squirrels are neither the husband of any wood nor the
wife of any wood-apple...at the best ...they may be one page full of must-dos regarding keep-
fit practice of one’s health…
around the grazing field of the night-gowns
in course of a long-journey by train one has to cross
many grass-hopper-points
one-piece of life is this
in its daily walking to pick up the pebbles of
which is the amplification of what
the bodies of all prose and poems are touched with
by the sunshine by the wind by the rain by the water
it-may-be-for-you afternoon is running
running
is the people after the office-break
running are the broken people
the sullen public
due to late-running of train
before the darkness sets in
on bare branches of the tree
clusters of crows
are running
forward steps of the return-home people
are running
many invitations has been remained
unattended … accumulating…
accumulating…
so much anger…
many secret pains…
tears…
the life is running
in the rows of the flying birds
the life is running
in the meat-houses…
in the shopping-malls…
in the churches…
in the wheat-fields…
running … running … running…
salad poetry and salsa-dance are also
running…
in the letters of the alphabet…
in the swarm of mosquitoes…
from William Shakespeare
to Rabindranath Thakur
the sky is running …
the air…
the sunlight…
We don’t have wishes from the stars
The skyscrapers are hidden our sun.
Mornings are anesthetic by horns,
Vanishing the morning contemplation
I want be leaving in a UFO from here.
Searching other worlds where life exists,
Such intelligent way, and friendly,
Just to live in all morning days.
I want to leave, and not run away from here,
A UFO, but not from the X file,
But made for a phenomenon of the sky.
Goodbye, fiction and reality in solitude.
Happy will be between the spheres of light,
Forgotten all the theories of creation.
Just feel the life as a gift to the eye.
Dreaming, don’t think in life or death.
I would live without the weather, but only,
The gentle breeze to lift the soul in a sailboat,
Surfing the skies of morning stars.
Living alone. No missing, listening to the heart.
Finding a home where the life is not just water.
The empty sky filled by the look, without ink.
An universe from illusion, and an UFO from metal,
Crossing sky to the infinity, to never came back home.
I will miss, resting my thoughts by the wind,
Under the leaves of an oak on season of summers.
Bringing the distant mountains close for my eyes.
Harbors; the memories will tell stories of Plato.
The eyes of the peoples will imagine when the UFO pass,
Am I an alien from Spielberg or Orson Welles?
I will arrive in a street of Spain, smelling the fragrance of vines.
Missing all the flavors and loves left behind.
It's alive shaking fists at god
ride the lightning theres life in storms
the twisted odd creator of the born
embrace the swarming energy
they fill your cells with life
a torch and pitchfork
the tools of deluded fools
they seek my sons destruction
the ghoulish Frank
lumbers at work in dark fields
he dreams of days denied to him
the slumbering leviathan
Banished into the hall for the art of magic
Cracked and crackled he practices with despair
As loneliness consumed and his life purged in doubt
This magician whose life was cut to pieces
Feeling crushed and defeated, practices his art.
This banished magician soul once thrived
In the realm of worldly magic
Now, banished and tarnished to the core
the loneliness ever consumed his distraught mind
His thoughts became agonized by pain and sorrow
His determination to succeed consumed his soul
The blistered broken heart that once was scattered
Now became the breath smoldered with hate
Imprisonment brought determination and strength
His magical spells became stronger
His hands and rod became a lethal weapon
He flung balls of fire wanting to burn the souls,
that sent him to this eternal dungeon
His magic became powerful making him feel invincible
No one would dare challenge his power
He felt he was invincible to the world
But, he was banished for a reason and that
reason would have to come to the surface.
As he met with the magical magicians he learned
that he had to learn to channel the magic
channel the power within himself for the power of good
and evil rested in his very own hands.
A lesson that needed to be learned if he was to
survive in the magical world..
In the city of Libra
There goes an unfair leader
Forcing them to take sense-remover shoots
The people taking them everyday continuously
Anything that brings feelings must be destroyed
The law of the country, the unwill of the people
People…some people, who want to experience life
Who want to live it, not willing to die not knowing what love means
Not willing to fight without knowing the reason
Not willing to kill pleasant animals & take the life of other
There walks a man called Preston so strong so fast
He holds his double-weapon gun & shoots the people who resist
Resist, the law of the country
But so he had 2 sons & a wife who was combusted from the accusation of sense
& so he tried to stop the remover-shoots & try to experience life with feelings
& hide them behind his bathroom mirror, while his son would watch.
And living life as if another
He would help the resistance to fight for one another
& kill the one who makes the rules, makes the orders
While he would work, he would fall in love with another woman
Who will be combusted or fire-burned because of her will to feel, to love, to sense
But she would love the man who killed her lover of the crime of sense
& Preston would fight & win & she would burn & die
& the law of the country was over