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*no outsiders allowed inside
a lone rule breaking in
a no rule zone
nowhere to go in an open sea,
lost with somewhere to go
a sleepless dream
or was it a dreamless sleep?
getting confused with the steadiness
of finally feeling a constant heartbeat
slowing down in the fast lane...
unpredictable in the land of inevitability
the silence of the heart
thunders
in the mind
niggling...refusing to accept
what it all means, what it implies
denial or is it blindness?
putting up a **deep facade
but really
just floating--
feet on the clouds
with head in the ground
solid stone crumbles to dust
as ice melts the fire
of resistance--now sputtering,
sparkling shyly
as diamonds would
upside down
right side up
downside up
up side left
head tucked in
with neck sticking out
heart in throat, swallowing it
getting thirsty in the rain
fools made out of geniuses
or is it
geniuses made out of fools?
love~
so many are lost in it,
puzzling the mystified
and the rational
yet many understand it
when things fall into place
but
once a missing piece does fit,
it only finds other mysteries
stumbling on answers
in organized chaos
no wonder
people go crazy over it
Jan. 25, 2010
ok writing this sort of confused me lol
* found this posted on door somewhere here
** snatched this from Chris Aechtner (sorry Chris you're
like a mushroom here, so used it without permission, hope that's ok ^_~)
haha wrote this before a parent's meeting so have to rush out of here--
heehee trying to squeeze in an entry in Kristen's Oxymoronica contest :)
will try to catch up on comments soon, promise :) thanks!!
ok Wilma sticking with this title, thanks Missy :)
Floating, hovering like a dragonfly
in search of a safe landing place.
Roaming, travelling, never settling,
in constant fear of desolation.
No beginning, and no end in sight -
- suspended animation - certain of my creation,
but hanging like a mist or balanced
like a spider on its gossamer web.
Unconditional love did not exist for me:
there was always a condition.
Insecure security - no blood ties you see.
No sense of belonging, so belonging nowhere.
The illusion was there
and I believed it for a while.
My childhood innocence allowed me that,
but now, in callous adulthood, I am spared no pain.
In harsh reality, cold light of day,
the truth is stark: I was abandoned,
given birth to and relinquished
for no reasons known to me.
No explanation given. No excuses.
An inebriated memory, or a raped repugnance.
Yes, an unhappy, irritating accident probably.
Born and gone - out of sight and out of mind.
The effects of that inauguration
are hardly ever seen - they're privately
wept for; written about; drunkenly
discussed at dinner, or in times of
despondency, dwelt unhealthily upon,
when their deep-seatedness shallows
into consciousness and lurches from
my dreams into reality - forcing face-to-face
acknowledgement that I was not
meant to be: that my existence was
a nuisance, a niggling inconvenience
to be discarded heartlessly.
Distance separates our closeness.
Disconnectedness, disparity,
niggling annoyances creep
stealthily into the unity that was.
Drip, drip, drip of destruction.
Tarnishing tenaciously......
tick tick tock the calamitous clock
concocting poisonous concoction.
Angry words thrown like venomous arrows
piercing a once beguiled heart.
Plans of permanence placed in temporary
abeyance ........romance gone.
You captivated and entranced me.
You wooed and lured me into false security.
You rocked and stroked my eager enthusiasm,
then cast it mercilessly aside.
Drip, drip, drip of destruction
tarnishing tenaciously -
pools of passion dispersed in disparity.
Save water. Save us. Turn off the tap.
Written: December 09, 2023
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Honeyed gold pearled shades
brown ferns and aspens
into shadowed paths
lit embers and oaks
As darkness draws near,
with bowed tears of stark
runic streaks of light
dapple my sky
showing only maze
of black enigmas
crimson, lucid blaze.
leading to plum sky.
Swift shades drape my thirst
like dim-lit daydreams
that persist through time
niggling at my nerves
in sparkling strings of
stern frame blush skyline!
whilst glum chorus swells
in ghostly darkness.
Gloom morphs darned mayhem
veiled cinereal shroud
as she touches me
gazing with sleek sight
hushed tones, wan relics
of laid skyline bleeds
lost in shades of rouge
Onyx oboe chords.
The blaze has withered
oblivion crave.
A white plastic bag flapping on a stark tree
acts as a windsock if I needed one – I don’t.
The GPS guides my mind upon a flickering map
toward salt water
where silver fish are leaping into the cold air,
gulping at a low-hanging haze.
Still as stone is the marbled sky.
I have yet to arrive,
the shore is bereft of place and time yet.
We will all freshen up later.
Until I am there
I travel incognito using a name
I once found in a book of minor sorrows.
My niggling fret this day is a longing for the sea
here in the middle of a prairie
where buffalo slowly much the miles ahead.
The rolling rubber is impatiently whirring,
pining out here, speeding over dry dinosaur bones.
Five hundred aqueous daydreams ahead
a shore fish-restaurant is already
opening its doors.
I've been single now for quite some time.
Home alone, just me and mine.
It's nice to hear the clock tick,
whenever peace is what I seek.
Play my music to suit my mood.
Cook my own favoutite food.
But something's missing from the mix.
Something niggling to be fixed.
I can't decide what it is I crave.
A prince, a knight, a rogue, a knave?
Why would I want to spoil my fun
Try to accomodate someone?
I can't help it, I am a flirt.
I need a hand beneath my skirt.
The push and pull of minds that meet.
The tender act that is so sweet.
But how to meet that special one?
Crux of my problem, 'tis troublesome.
Those dating sites have dulled my brain.
Revolving faces drive me insane.
Like The Paul Jones from years ago.
Where circles whizz then slow.
Until face to face with God knows what.
When one was put on the spot.
Now, they just keep whizzing by.
Reluctant to stop, just want to spy.
Too old, too young, too fat ,too slim.
They make decisions on a whim.
It's all kiss me quick, next one please.
I refuse to get down on my knees.
I'm sure in time my urge will pass.
Not want that hand upon my ass.
Nor want to tease or be held tight.
Or even end up in a fight.
In the meantime I'll keep looking.
To try and get something cooking.
Plagued by incandescent ferments I grapple zealously,
with tower blocks of titan topsoil myriads,
and melange of eccentric foibles,
considered by some to be a minus,
but without this composite what is my real nature?
reflection on a manifest mettlesome being,
leaden skewed traffic jam’s tailback of relative prospect,
normalcy a supernatural synonym,
apperception fringed by lambent twinkling,
that tantalising twirl of clustered countless spirits,
quirk-some inklings seem a weakness,
whilst chasing galaxy of plus point,
self-ostracised by atypical apparently conflicting plethora,
grave as in shadow id, tombstone stark exit but salutary motto,
etched eerily by one staunch depiction,
on catalytic other form of self,
unresolved human traits in multiples,
indicative of lack, lack of bearing?
me that nutrient rich plot that has,
this wondrous green blade potential compass,
me as sumptuous summer gust freshener,
of inner coastal home philosopher’s dwelling,
me an endless random version,
of charcoal midnight gleeful ghost,
blithely skimming chimney tops on deep quest,
yet nascent dawn usher lurks within,
augurs well for that sound ultimate coexistence,
despite an underbelly of niggling doubt
Hopefully I’m kind
at heart but rare traits might just
scupper thoughtful aim
While out driving, I couldn’t help, but stop and explore an old Victorian manor on a knoll. The unkempt courtyard was barred by a rusty old gate that had a chain and busted padlock to keep intruders out. My curiosity over took me as I gazed at the ivy and brush covered decaying building. Seeing no harm, I walked up the broken creaky steps on that silent eerie, deafening evening as a cold chill raced up my spine, even though I had a warm winter coat on.
To my surprise the weather-beaten door opened slightly when I knocked on it. After peeking in, I slowly stepped inside to a musty smelling great- room. As I started walking across the creaking rumbling floorboards, a warm breeze blew pasted me and slammed the front door shut. I jumped and let out a tide of nervous mumbling as I moved farther inside. There was a barren feeling of life as I eyed the dark musty, rundown old neglected house.
Dry rot had taken over the ceilings from being empty so long. Rats had run across the decaying dirty floors, huge fly filled dusty cobwebs in every corner. Despite the decay of the old manor it somehow retained a profound grandeur with an old run-down grandfather clock even though it had stopped living years ago. Making my way upstairs I thought I could hear low sounds of screaming, weeping crying of terrified voices. I couldn’t shake the niggling that something was amiss when I heard a loud noise coming from the attic that sent a chilling cold feeling down me. Hearing a door squeak open, I turned and raced back down the stairs.
Stopping in the great-room to catch my breath I jumped when I felt something rub against my leg. My head jerked down only to see a black cat purring and rubbing my ankles. As I looked up the old clock started to chime and with a click the front door swung open. Reaching down I scooped up the cat in my shaky arms and ran out the open door to my car.
With the cat curled up purring on the seat beside me, I raced toward home wondering what caused me to stop. I could be sitting in a nice hot bath or curled beneath my warm down comforter.
8/17/2018
Someone recommends a book;
I put it on “Reserve.”
The list is often long enough
To actually unnerve.
Of course, I’m reading while I wait –
A novel from the shelves,
For some just seem to call my name
To advertise themselves.
So I am in the middle of
A story I’m enjoying,
When in my email there’s a message
Just a bit annoying.
The books I have been waiting for
Are ready for me now.
All 3 showed up together,
But I know not why or how.
Which means I have 2 weeks (no more!)
To get through all those pages,
A challenge I can’t meet
Even if every book engages.
Like many things I know, this is
A niggling little glitch,
Another fine example of
Why life is such a ….. stitch!
Line of inquiry:
"betwixt the pulse of our heartbeat
simply present, head-heart linking
dwelling in time stretched blissful peace
awareness became unblinking" Unseeking Seeker
He was a charming chameleon, saying all the right things
in that beguiling masculine timbre of his sultry voice.
Allure in his hazel eyes promised things my heart hadn't felt,
but it ignored my head's warning until I had no choice.
A niggling of worry continued to swirl through my mind
that something was wrong. Something I couldn't quite define.
He had shortcomings but to all of them my heart was blind.
I desperately tried but reasoning couldn't keep my heart in line.
Much is written about the rebellion of a treacherous heart,
and how it rhythmically pulses with the need for passion's fire.
It's been the cause of many sleepless nights when I'm fraught
knowing I cannot extinguish my heart of its burning desire.
It has always wanted what it wanted and wouldn't be denied.
It's always managed to overrule what my mind was thinking...
until it'd been crushed and broken, and only then did it confide
that it should've paid more heed to my head and heart linking.
Hearts can be guilty of transgressions. Mine was by betraying me.
Then it had to pay the steepest price that infatuation could ask.
From the grasp of lustfulness, my heart was able to break free.
Balancing the volition between mind and heart is not an easy task.