Dad says he loves me,
But it’s all about the money,
Calling my long hair gay and stuff,
Mom I never got to know,
Leaving this world before we talked,
But She probably talked to me,
When I got bullied,
When I felt all alone,
They were nowhere in sight,
Only having my back to the wall,
For god knows how many years long,
Dad only clothed, housed and fed me,
But all he was doing was caring for a puppet,
A doll of nothing but lonely bitter and dark despair,
a hollow shell he didn’t put a soul into,
So when I chose to break free,
When I reached out for a savior,
He scolded and shamed,
But my friends saved me,
They push me forward to more,
The more my dad takes credit for,
Kitsuko Dragonstar,
My poetry,
My novel,
This grand pen name,
He’ll never know,
He’ll never understand,
Let alone know.
-Kitsuko Dragonstar
Our love is stretched
this distance is killing me
you are miles away
stretched glistening in sun
spider's single web strand....
winter's cold breeze
On a shard stretched of incomprehensible narrow, tight and wide,
a silent strident laugh I often forbade-allowed myself,
it's the ordered chaos indescribable, the howling clang
of hermit tear struck in a shattered version,
habitual miracle of screaming silence, poor wealth,
fulfilled-unfulfilled love in the sweet cruel pain,
embalmed wound of your gentle-cruel smile, deep-smooth,
chasm full of filling, lady-lord, speak silently,
divinely mortal, thus unfulfilled-complete, mute song
of swan terribly gentle, of angel broken-whole,
white-black of the cursed one blessed in forgetting-remembrance...
I long without longing, dying alive, lucid foolish thoughts,
perpendicular parallel equations, humble pride of ladies
rubicund-pallid, prostituted icons holy-profaned,
fierce cold embraced I feel in ribs empty full,
our loves lonely-together, I have spring-summer
frozen-inflamed, satisfied hunger for warm winter,
autumns with dry rains of sleet falling upward,
that fly-frozen calm torrents toward fields
hermit-populated, our stars extinguished-lit,
sky-earth, living death from the empty-full mind,
your caress burning-cold, my life confirms-denies!
Sometimes you get stretched in two
And, though you do what you must do,
You know there might be someone who
You’ve made a bit depressed.
Your reasons might be clear to you
But possible to misconstrue,
For everybody’s point of view
Won’t always be expressed.
And even if you had a clue
And agonized and thought it through,
You had to go with what you knew
Would pass the right-thing test.
So afterwards, a quick review
Might all your worried thoughts subdue,
For other chances will debut
To put your mind at rest.
On the wall stretched her shadow, like a dream lost in the deep night,
An unknown secret, revealed only when light approaches timidly,
It lingered there, a silent paradox like a whisper on the lips of silence,
It was unfaithful loyalty, demanding devotion like a rebellious wind,
You felt the hidden chaos behind a truth seeking support,
A soul bearing the burden of a sincerity embracing another value,
Madness no longer wears a mask, exposed with raw, open wounds,
Ugliness no longer sweetened by lies that once embraced it,
The shadow is her, and yet not, a fragment torn from her soul,
A corner of the soul holding its breath as the light approaches,
Fearful of being discovered, yet longing for the gaze of recognition,
What remains but this chaos trembling under the weight of contradictions,
A fragile balance of a self oscillating between wholeness and disappearance,
Like a flame dancing in the wind, undecided whether to burn or to extinguish.
feel ye not yet
the definitive knowing
by which everything is known
as self-referral consciousness
renewing itself in itself
we live in clover
02-June-2023
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Bite Size no 65 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Time stretched stillness, poised awareness
Agendaless vibrance
Imbibing bliss in playfulness
Pure, childlike innocence
Shaped upon the anvil
We are still, as voids fill
Soul’s easy ride uphill
Key to wellness
Time stretched stillness
28-November-2021
Quietus
We
awake
to the morn
vibrant, alive,
flowing in silence,
as soma nectar seeps
into each node of our form,
in delightful bliss tease of love,
as purring rapture transmutes us thus.
Essence of presence, looks on in wonder!
Feeling complete, with bliss replete, love greets
stirrings of thought, distilled at Gods feet,
each pore a door, to bliss in-pour,
no one here, to keep a score,
we become a bliss mist,
in joy that persists,
which so renews,
each hue new,
filling
us.
15-May-2021
that that has been so far concealed
in timeless time will be revealed
presence waits in stillness sedate
unending silence that elates
dweller of the void this content
to each life pulse is sentient
eye of each storm in quietude
effortless flow of fortitude
vibrant in the continuum
each node joyous sensorium
cognising the silent thunder
imbibing rapture in wonder
moment to moment in embrace
inpouring within divine grace
benedictions by osmosis
aligned with divine consciousness
22-April-2021
(syllabic rhyme)
Is your body blooming from the calories your consuming and you threw away that yoga mat? Learn a lesson from a cat. If too many hours on your derriere you've sat, playing on face book, conversing on chat, observe a cat. Are you curled up in bed and taking a nap? Filled with excuses not to do that needed lap? Consult a cat. If at your image you've frequently spat and are wearing black now to cover that fat. Watch a cat. Our bodies are amazing. We are uniquely blessed, with seven hundred muscles just begging to be stretched. If we fail to use them properly, our muscles will begin to atrophy. Please get up and find your groove wherever you are at, and start to move, just like a cat.
I sought to take flight in my mind
One day so away from my perch
I did soar gliding on out stretched
Wings of thought over the landscape
Of my mind
I traveled to many fantastic places
That physically I will never see
kept loft by the winds of consciousness
Swirling under my outstretched wings
High above looking down on all
My minds eye surveys
I see Golden castles, emerald meadows
And magenta floral gardens
Looking down again I see strange
People walking Crystal Streets
Dressed in glistening white robes
A land so serene
But sadly I had to leave that place
Where thoughts and dreams are free
to roam and take my place in the
Real world or was that world
really my home
Hasongou
comes down to earth, gives up a hit or two.
Deliberate.
to fool the next opponent
he’ll frequently resort to hide his best component.
It's plain for the eyes to see
It's pain lingering from the lies to me
and the thoughts that end up with grief
how we fought and messed up our memories
Fragile we were, and heart-broken too
I clinged to her, and was born anew
Fiction lied, and I lied
For I found what I saw, non-existent
because I held onto a brain
that deformed my reality
So now, i can call myself insane
stretched out from a tragedy
Stretched Out His Arms
Eve grieved; she decided to take heed and believed
Adam and Eve expelled from paradise, stand on land to succumb the elements
To arrange life and gave us roots to change
Then Noah put his faith in Alpha and Omega
The God of the Israelites, his name being awed and revealed to Moses
Jesus amazing love for us on an image being a dove
He stretched out his arms and died, is etched forever in time on the cross
To bestow on us, his love and to follow his word
All Powerful wants his beloved children to be equal and in his Image
By: Eve Roper
2/6/2015
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