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Julie Forbush Poem
Always fleeting,
you tempt me with beautiful words from nowhere,
convincing me they are my own.
In the corner of my eye, a Muse
& suddenly anything is possible.
You haunt me;
sending visions of dark ink
flowing from poised finger tips.
Finally, i give in,
relenting under high expectations
& promises of genius.
Reluctantly, i put pen to paper
& find that you've moved on.
Copyright © Julie Forbush | Year Posted 2005
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On wicked wings, in silent hours
comes this deadly, perfect flower
To steal the breath from sleeping Kings
& tear the hearts of porcelain Queens
With pale skin & sorrowful eyes,
in the dead of night she flies
Through any window, any door
& if no opening she finds,
she'll steal her way though quiet minds
Not a word does she speak
but with her eyes, your soul she'll reap
As far away, on distant shores
a soundless bell keeps count;
Another soul for her collection
as mourners weep in recollection
The Flower of Despair, she's called
& in the end, she'll reach us all.
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Hid in the dark pretending to be blind
& you found me with words
Clothed myself in light, thinking you’d search the shadows
But you knew my thought
Took shelter in noise to shut out the silence
& was revealed when no sound would touch me
Embraced the silence & refused to speak
But the words began to haunt me
So I stood before you
& spoke my story
& you made it rain for me
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six writers in a cemetary
each scribbling at the ears of the others
focusing through drunken desire
what could be better?
these casscadeing lines,
broken sonnets
shouted into fields of dead
cracked headstones & unfinished thoughts
Where have i been?
so many years squandered
i've sat here before,
in this very spot
& felt that somehow,
it must be my own
i've read these lines before,
never quiet giving them life
now with the sound of name-dropping poets,
listing every friend, financer,
first love, & false start,
i realize
someday we will be the name-droppers,
recalling the first times
we spoke, read, felt
these words
or that line
never quite finished
with the list of beginings
first times
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i climb the Mother's trees
& watch Her waves return to earth
as She cannibalizes Herself
& we are made whole by the destruction
we are the fruit of Her Death,
the life of Her seed
sewn into it's self
Copyright © Julie Forbush | Year Posted 2007
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let the world fall
let light extinguish
let the beauty of all
truth, life, nature
decay & fall
in slippery chunks
past the windows
let the world bleed it's self out
in dingy-dark water color
& slide like rain from the rooftops
our rooftops, our windows
our world
falling
graceless & graceful
over the last edge of sanity
the precipice
of all finalities
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from the chalice in your hands
pour out your life to me
with this fluid essence
award my heart the potency
to conceive
the truth & light
the center of the sacred rites
of night
& all you are
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wouldn't want
to give the world away
& those questions
they cut deep;
not the surface
but the center
without trying,
without looking
we reveal far more than we say
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you try on the horns
they never settle just right
you remember the first time
nervous long night
of sacrificial insights
silence shattered
by shrill screams & blood spatter
you try on the horns
nothing is ever like the first time
voluntary or otherwise
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when the world falls,
will you be my figurehead queen?
dark regent, of my secret heart & broken-glass dreams
drip waterfall lies from full pink lips
& bleed out your truth(s) to me?
come silently in the night
over plush & supple fields of carpet
into the halls of my half-waking
& reach for me through the illusions
& shadows of my own doubt,
so strong, it wraps me up,
myself all contained & tainted,
tainting only myself.
be the beautiful & shining falsehood
that brings me back into a world of
the likewise
leaving the torn pieces of the true falsity, the true reality
hanging shreded in the doorway
rotting on the edge of
what was & what could be
be my perfected failure,
my self-less
& self-serving love
my heart is yours;
it never beats the same way twice
Copyright © Julie Forbush | Year Posted 2005
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