Rose petals pinching my skin,
Bruised brain beaten and defeated,
Hollow heart haunted by melancholic memories,
I move on, I move on and I move on.
Life longing for my will to live,
I float along,
Following my rhythm,
Singing my song.
My song of life and my absurd behaviour,
Crying, laughter, anger, love and fervour.
Kindness clinging closer in my veins,
Peace palpating through my heart.
I move on, I move on and I move on.
I float along,
Following my rhythm,
Singing my song.
Carrying my wounds like a winning warrior,
I move on, I move on and I move on,
I float along,
Following my rhythm,
Singing my song.
These petals held the blush of summer when
you handed me this gift. It raged with life
still, moments after falling to the knife.
Sweet sap was seeping out. But that was then.
If once a Ghibelline, it’s now a Guelph.
As taut as parchment, brittle, crackle-thin.
The wine-bowl of its bloom has been crushed-in,
prey to unyielding hardbacks on my shelf.
And if I flip the flimsy skeleton,
palpating it between my fingers: let
these petal-remnants quiver on my lip,
I find the thorns no longer hurt. And yet
a rose is still a rose. So, six months on,
I hold it thus... but who is in whose grip?
The moment you walked into the room,
we were so in tune—
I felt our breaths shaking,
hearts palpating,
hesitant smiles,
twinkling eyes.
Silence engulfed us:
charged, erratic, uncertain,
But still, my feet moved toward you—
like a moth to light,
waves to shore,
bird to sky,
a destination to a long lost traveller,
home to a vagabond's scattered thoughts.
-Vagabond
Gears juicily primed,
pendulum swung,
the first step on rung
elevating – the first palpating
rocket blast into orbit, reaching
escape velocity
pulse into pulse into pulse,
divinely evolving, expressing
what will my muse inspire today,
rigid form, or Free-verse~
poetry’s perpetual motion?
I am here now,
Still awaiting…
Every moment,
Hope abating…
Are you there, love?
Still debating?
Yet, I hold on,
Still awaiting…
Any day now,
Still awaiting…
Heart is yearning,
Palpating…
Do you yearn too?
What’s frustrating?
Never mind I’m,
Still awaiting…
Losing patience,
Still awaiting…
Where are Cupids’
Arrows baiting?
Hurry darling,
No placating!
For too soon I,
Won’t be waiting…
Divine... from Divine source
Feminine...a portal of creation, creativity, &
cultivation
Wild...free to expand in my expansive
expressions
Curious...carefully collecting a culmination of knowledge
Dark...daringly dancing with death to celebrate life Abundant...amassing & amplifying amazing
amounts of harvests
Shape shifter... seductively seducing shadows in silence
Alchemist...alluring & always antagonizing
transmutation
Provoking...palpating peace, pulses, passions, &
perceptions
Love...lovingly living as luxurious love.
Spirit...
Woman...wondrously woven with warm wielding wisdom.
Skirt hiked up
legs ungracefully spread
inviting.
Between those limbs, chords darken.
Do I lean into the cello
or her?
A deep ewer of sound
pours from deft palpating fingers,
while her other hand
strokes the pulse of a
sonorant beast
carved from blood and lava.
Her body croons
wrists cuffed to the music,
closed eyes
bathe naked in dark pools.
A depth climbs to a tree top
yet the music
is still the lowest place on earth.
I am bound to the music in her,
by the sweep of her arm,
the weeping intensity
of her shoulders,
the cantabile purse
of her parted lips.
There is no place to be
other than inside
the voice
but whose voice?
My bare skull drums
to a spiccato cadence,
as her bow taps
on the strung spine
of a bruised sorrow,
one that for a long moment
we both share.
Skirt hiked up
legs ungracefully spread
inviting.
Between those limbs, chords darken
where pale angels go blind.
A deep ewer of sound
pours from palpating fingers.
While her other hand
strokes the pulse of a
sonorant beast
carved from lava.
Her body croons
wrists cuffed to the music,
closed eyes
bathe naked in dark pools.
A depth climbs to a tree top
yet the music
is still the lowest place on earth.
I am nudged into her
by the sweep of her arm,
the weeping intensity
of her shoulders.
The cantabile purse
of her open lips.
There is no place to be
other than inside
the voice of her cello,
skull drumming
to a spiccato cadence,
as her bow softly taps
on the strung spine
of a bruised sorrow.
It slipped through the skin
Taut from fear
Like Knife through well skin
Holding our breaths in unison
yours in fear
mine something else
Palpating blood
trickles through my steady hands
As serrated edge cuts deeper
Blood waterfall
Gurgling
as you slump towards the floor
and the voice inside
growls more
October Morn
By: Tom Wright
10/26/01
A boy's silvery breath,
a Jack-O-Lantern's glow.
Amid cascading leaves,
dangles an old elm's mistletoe.
Corn stalks, neatly shocked,
emit the sun ray's glisten.
Migrating geese overhead,
with heart palpating, I listen.
Squirrel's are at haste,
pecans and acorns are falling.
Grass, with it's veneer of frost,
signals winter is calling.
not listening to the lament of
the sea
searching for the infinite depth of
the misty blue eyes
golden strands dancing
on the whitish wind
we stretched
under the happy sky
white sand turning grey
what day is it?
on the edge of words
where silence disappears
pounding black piano keys
palpating the notes of the heart
perforating the window to the soul
she says
it is good Friday
my eyes were blind
then
pierced by the unseen thorns
of the night
violent fires of passion
erupts
in every conceivable
atom
we kissed, good night
like cold fishes
A Love Serenade
See how things have turned my dear
I was once concerned,lone and feared
With a trembling breath and lungs full of gores
Thought i was heading up the skies but then i fell
Summer has passed ,no winter but fall ...
And my hopes were marching upon those rustling leaves
Waiting and waiting with a shredded soul
But once you came you made me whole
Iv been as odd as those solitary lilies
But you were the sea that hugged them all
Changed their errant hearts into a holly tree
A tough one with an impermeable solid sheen
See how things have turned my dear
See how deep our sores could be
A cloud has passed to wash them all
But its our well that brought the concealing rain
And now i have found myself at last
And that palpating insane heart
I have found myself in yours....
You told me once im the blossom
But my dear you are the one that make me bloom..
Sitting on the shore of the sea;
Captivating the wild waves and the benevolent sunset;
Feeling the gentle breeze of the tropical wind;
Closing your eyes and sensing the sweet smell of salt
Embracing with your perfume of roses
Creating a deeper aura than the bottom of the blue sea.
Listening to the harmonious birds sing;
Palpating the fine sand
That slips from my hand;
Longing those memories of summer
And the sweet, tender kiss from your lips.
My love, stay tonight;
Let us join our hearts
Without any reproach
Like steel chains that cannot be broken.
Just like that my sweetheart,
Our love will never end.
The years go by
The time flows
It splinters upon the depths of the horizon
Glittering soul
Why do you flee?
Come closer
Don’t be afraid
When the time comes
I’ll be waiting
But for now
I can only listen
Listen for your heartbeat
The palpating pulse
Thumping in my eardrums
Tearing my mind apart
Until it explodes
Into a billion pieces
Of grey matter
My heart is here
In my hand, beating
In my palm, bleeding
Palpating with fear
Yet pulsing with anticipation
Ripped from a hollow space
If you would have it
I would give it
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