and then buzzing starts below skin
shocks shoot along veins
I hold my arm
a different pain today
it buckles the knee
grinds the shoulder
it burns the elbow
gnaws the hip
I rub my back
a deep breath and sigh
ricochets ribcage-aches like children
playing at pinball machines
another new pain today
another old pain tomorrow
the everywhere everyday unsurprising surprise
and a spasm grips within muscle
EXPECTATIONS
enjoying
compromises
mildly
invigoratin
&
fizzing
the heady
brevity
to replicate
feeling
without
intense
resistance
riotous
explosiveness
midst
the
relentless
contemplative
focus
atmosphere
is all
ambiance
unceasing
unsurprising
in
moments
of tranquillity
albeit
of a somewhat
incoherent
hue
a
living
etching
obscured
by shading
so
precise
&
poignant
subtle
&searching
is strangely
inanimate
among
the variegated
exaggerations
pleasing
freedoms
nevertheless
&
with
prolific
energy
against
all the odds
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
I’ve lost all my faith
Meeting people who were double-faced
Who caring nothing, except their money
Even if I’m simple and naive
Love leads me to believe
That everyone will find the land of milk and honey
I’m 22 years old
Seems that I’m already big girl
But I’m so far from realizing
If I did wrong or right
I can’t see the final light
My future seems so unsurprising
surprising
I wanted to know
Who I was, who I am
But I’m afraid of what I’ve become
Mistakes, fails and falls
Like scars on my heart
They prove nothing new
Under the sun
Almost lost all my faith
But I’ve met people who ain’t double-faced
Who caring ‘bout me, forgetting ‘bout money
They helped my dreams, they are my stars
I’ve found the land of milk and honey
To fulminate against the hands of fate
To vent our anger on beloved friends
Will not repair our ills and our mistakes
But may bring friendships to a bitter end.
For who are we to know what is the best?
Who are we to choose when loved ones die?
And do not think this is a needed test.
As if on us God wastes his time to spy.
Once we were a joining of two cells
The lively sperm, a salmon riding high.
The egg awaiting without need for bells
Is fertilised and grows that which shall die.
Astonishing that we should live at all.
Unsurprising, that a loved one falls.
Gone
Like I meant nothing
two years of nothing
unsurprising really
I always knew I loved more
Heart breaking
I keep it together
allowing only private tears
so family and friends
remain unconcerned
They never knew
exactly how much
I loved you
We loved our way
away from them
Another break
we’d had several
and always fixed it
but not this time
this time you left
Outwardly I smiled
went places with friends
Danced, sang
but inside I crumbled
My joy was gone
Living on hold
loving long distance
waiting for the call
a connection to prove
I was not forgotten
Friends assumed
I was good
ready to move on
They never knew
Until Vince sang his song
Right there
in front of them
welling in silently
as the dam cracked
and then flooded
Love and Loneliness
flowed from cracks
and proved the song true
“I never knew lonely
‘til you”
Song: I Never Knew Lonely by Vince Gill
Heartbreak circa 1992
Seems like good humor grows positive,
healthy
resonant
confluent
sometimes co-invested
passionate consciousness
And bad humor grows negative,
unhealthy,
dissonant
contentious
dispassionate unconsciousness
So, maybe compassionate consciousness grows
global intelligence.
And, perhaps shared intelligence could grow
universally cooperative
sacred unitarian integrity,
co-passionate joy
commingling health and beauty,
co-invested peace,
wise therapeutic humor,
amusing comprehension.
Wouldn't it be unsurprising if love's omnipotent comprehension
feeds good humor,
feels healthy,
breeds universally wise
and unitarian wealthy,
trauma-free compassion?
Silver threads amongst the gold
They have a story to be told
Of balmy nights and satin sheets
Of hands a touching and kissing feet
Lying in a bed of flowers
Steamy fun under the shower
Legs entwined tongues on fire
Nerve ends found more explosions sired
Hormones racing, bodies writhing
Exploding together thats unsurprising
Lying close body well seeded
Touching his manhood , more needed
Bodies not satiated need more loving
Need to shout out name whilst groping
Tiny kisses oh so sensual
Our lovemaking is not conventional.
Love to love, to want to give
To have to hold as long as we live
Older now but loving still able
Even If it's just footsie under the table
16/2/2013