Maybe the songs have robbed me,
Losing on words, depth and passion,
I lurk around for death.
Like a crushed piece of paper
Once sheltering the secrets of a lost soul;
I glide to, where the vile wind takes me.
As i listen to the melodies
Of melancholy,
Under a moonlit night,
Looking at a bridge, that cant take me to heaven:
Behind the wavy trees,
Alone like this night,
Alone like me, leaning on my Wall,
With the vision stretched beyond the stars,
And hands hanging lose, like nowhere to hold on;
I want to ask that stranger over there,
"Do you know that I see you?.."
A gust of cool breeze broke the spell,
Lazily I look above,
I see the night sky like a chiffon veil.
As the shadow drifted from a rare inspiration
To darkness...
So did my words,
I am just a crushed piece of blank paper,
With no secrets of my lost soul
And no vile wind to take me away..
Past my hearts window comes the cold weeping wind;
Of a tiny voice heard at the edge of night's end.
A small precious child we shall never know.
A lost little soul who lived a nightmare of woe!
Little Lisa the girl who weeps into the night.
How the days for you must have been such a fight.
The nights you spent weeping in fear of the day;
Never given a hope for a life in loves way.
I ask night's embrace of the love that we send.
To Lisa...who's gliding...on currents of wind!
Ever in heart does the chilly wind leave it's mark.
Holding little Lisa who weeps in the dark!
*Dedicated to all the precious children we've lost in this sick world...J.M.A.
The darkness covers every inch on my skin though
I'm hiding from you, you run from me.
I step loudly on a broken twig and watch as you
Frantically you search for me but
To no avail
I am lost to you but
you are not lost to me when
I still see you
Giving up your search
you run for the forests
seconds pass
before I give chase
Why ruin the game
when it has only begun
this is my revenge
for what you did to me
our relationship was
just a game in your mind
but this is my game
time to
hide and seek.
A face with no name,
her eyes icy cold!
She masks herself to hide the truth,
of the fear her heart molds.
By definition and in theory,
by deaths design.
To be tamed she may,
but will never be confined.
You search so far, yet,
you will never understand.
The true depth she carries,
in the palm of her hand.
Paralyzed by her aura that surrounds her,
seeing only what she allows you to see.
Hiding so much to never be found,
the rest, under lock and key.
The waters run deeper,
than one would think.
Drunk by her charisma,
without even taking a drink.
Her spirit captures, it devours,
suddenly, you've lost all control.
Engaged to the idea of it all,
now your lost inside her beautiful soul!
....................In the dawns' refuse I have uncovered
Wonderful treasures & memories....
Jewels once lost to the distant past, That have arisen
From the recesses of life to rejuvenate the primal
Urge that has long slept inside this
Broken castle of words.
Here now, I send out vultures & crows
To re collect all parts of myself lost to the corners
of the known world,
I have sent out owls to take flight, transmigrant
& swift to reclaim the blazed trails of my youth
\in all the Unknown galaxies and inner spaces
of all that we as humans can ever be.
In the unkept ruins of the night
I have rediscovered all that I am
beneath the silk skin of beauty;
I have caught from the voice of
her secret lips serenading
my tongue.
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One Lost Shoe
What to do:
Find the lost garden shoe.
Look here and there with detective flare.
Searching won’t fail; so, don’t pull out your curly hair!
Begin sniffing here, there; it has to be somewhere.
Grizzly bears smell, stinky shoes; then, flail!
So, forget your tall tale.
And inhale!
© Dane Smith-Johnsen
May 24, 2010
Poetic Form-LIST: Trois-par-Huit as created by Lorraine M. Kanter
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