"Gentle touch, delicate breath, flash of pearl in the darkness of another heavy Wednesday -- These lips know how it feels to be given a taste, but denied another; blissful, longing whimsy -- A loss for words, A loss of sense, A sense of disregard -- Lay awake and wonder how she's sleeping"
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a poem is a city filled with streets and sewers
filled with saints, heroes, beggars, madmen, filled with banality and booze, filled with rain and thunder and periods of drought, a poem in a city at war, a poem is a city asking a clock why, a poem is a city burning, a poem is a city under guns, it's barbershops filled with cynical drunks, a poem is a city where God rides naked through the streets like Lady Godiva, where dogs bark at night, and chase away the flag; a poem is a city of poets, most of them quite similar and envious and bitter... a poem is this city now, 50 miles from no where, 9:09 in the morning, the taste of liquor and cigarettes, no police, no lovers, walking the streets, this poem, this city, closing its doors, barricaded, almost empty, mournful without tears, aging without pity, the hard rock mountains, the ocean like a lavender flame, a moon destitute of greatness, a small music from broken windows, a poem is a city, a poem is a nation, a poem is the world... and now I stick this under glass for the mad editor's scrutiny, and night is elsewhere and faint gray ladies stand in line, dog follows dog to estuary, the trumpets bring on gallows as small men rant at things they cannot do. You wake up, but not really, in the bedroom you grew up in. It's the only place on this entire plane that's yours. The only place on the planet that understands you. It understands the way your nerves flare every time you think about talking to anyone, scared into shyness at the thought of opening your mouth, but the way you are the best hypocrite around when you're in front of a microphone. It knows what turns that switch on and off again. It understands the way when you don't have a smile on your face everyone only spits: "What's wrongs?" and "You look tireds" So the way you keep it on your face just wide enough to avoid questions. It understands how neurotic you have become, the way you treat you flaws like old friends. The way you look in the mirror and think of yourself as "Mr. Misery."
Do not think me gentle
Because I speak in praise Of gentleness, or elegant Because I praise the grace That keeps this world. I am A man crude as any, Grass of speech, intolerant, Stubborn, angry, full Of fits and furies. That I May have spoken well At times, is not natural. A wonder is what it is. Sometimes she walks through the village in her
little red dress all absorbed in restraining herself, and yet, despite herself, she seems to move according to the rhythm of her life to come. She runs a bit, hesitates, stops, half-turns around... and, all while dreaming, shakes her head for or against. Then she dances a few steps that she invents and forgets, no doubt finding out that life moves on too fast. It's not so much that she steps out of the small body enclosing her, but that all she carries in herself frolics and ferments. It's this dress that she'll remember later in a sweet surrender; when her whole life is full of risks, the little red dress will always seem right Some say the glass is half full,
Some say that it's half empty. We should trust machines to make up our minds. Human error keeps us guessing all our lives. Trust in machines they will keep us alive. Some say we came from Eden, Some say we are all primates. We should trust machines to make up our minds.Human error keeps us guessing all our lives.Trust in machines they will keep us alive. Some say the end is coming,Some say that we're just starting.We should trust machines to make up our minds.Human error keeps us guessing all our lives.Trust in machines they will keep us alive. Hurt me! Give me pain to see the truth because comfort gets me nowhere. I become gross. Mind polluted, the very essence of my being has been diluted. Objectify less! Feel more, then I'll stop feeling like such a whore. But I still want more! Shift my desires, stabilize the mind. Hold the face that fronts the mind that represents the soul that hides the past that taints the future that repeats the problem. It's the pronoun that brings you down when things get complicated, which longs for simplicity that forgets hectic behavior which needs to rest when we need to wake up. Calm down.
When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me, When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them, When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick, Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars. Light me! Burn the burn that hates to love to live to play. Crazy! The life so loud that won't show the way. In confusion surrender, in despair reach out, in triumph forget what good is about. These are the things that procreate, centered in a self that's easy to hate. Soul, I love you for leading me well. Mind, you are wonderful for executing the passions of the heart. Self... you still need to put those things together. You have far to go but it's getting better. Live the life you want to live, give all the things that you can give. So many layers, afraid of getting cold, but you better learn to stay warm before you get old. We must believe our hearts are true. I practice, I fail, but I will push through.
Smell the flowers
Wine and dine It's so beautiful to decide You don't have to tell me twice I'm not taking your advice at all At the door there's a knock Sudden loss of blood leads to shock Now my wish is your command Your presence is in demand And I feel obliged to shut my eyes and make a wish again Call it quits call it quits Off to bed off to bed You should stop while you're You're not reaping what you sow Cause it's all in who you know Ignorance is bliss unless you wish to know the truth and live You're an empty you're an empty heart |