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| The Night Woods the night woods...kiss the inside of my soul... give me make believe dreams of..sincerity in the night. cursed in the light, confusion of twisted illusions of your sweet kisses..... kisses in the night...while the moon rides the waves of the midnight water...delight.... quiet ecstasy...simple pleasures..sweet thrills... are what lace my being...encase my soul...shine throughout my loneliness.... can i say that i am ...passing with the waves,...flying through a lonely, chill filled night sky..with my pleasures wrapped in a small bundle of spider silk....while i suck on the inside of it.ocassionally....hoping for fulfillment on my journey. guidance on my ride..... ohhh and i still see...the virgin ....looking down on me...wrapping my head in her wings, ....running her icy cold hands through my ...colored hair.....through my ....light seeing soul.....all i want is to stay there,,,,,know the heaven she sees in children’s eyes everyday and the heaven she shares..with her son and his Lord....the heaven from within the dark circles surrounding his pupils......all that really exists..exists inside of him.... and i want to fly..ride the waves...do what i must ,,,,to be apart of him and his something more ......to know...that i lie in peace...dream in tranquillity, feel through his hands...and sing through his lungs..... i want to know.... where the night holds me... wondering what lies in his eyes...... beyond the midnight skies... Idiotic Ways well here is a few things just a few new things on the way we check out i figure there are hopes and dreams and questions like what is the sound of one hand clapping... i figure only genius like you would know care about.. because i lack the patience to be drawn in by idiots easily i see them coming here the twittling of their thumbs while they try to think of something “smart” to say... it draws out the disgust in me lust in me for knowledge for being like them is my only fear and almost certain destiny its strange i think how the world works we play these silly games and follow the rules just to end where we began nothing less than before i feel close to you..but every day feel you moving away coming closer to you is getting harder and harder for me i guess there is something needed there needed for me to see from you, hear from you, feel from you i guess there is i wish there was more though, reason for me to stay i feel so binded....knotted inside like you twist it in me everyday ahhh these idiotic thoughts haze me daze me from my focus and you reply with, “well darling thats the way love goes” ..i say to you then ...”well darlin..this love is going”... and kiss you and your air goodbye ,,i’m not drowning anymore..... drowning in the sea of your false tranquillity, dreams and pleasures.... drowning in your idiotic ways. Ways of the Wind wild are the ways of the wind.... dancing fiercely around me...circling my body with hot...intense movements... telling me stories from days when others played in these woods..the solemn games of those days.... chasing their lovers...breaking the path of the wind around them .....searching for each other....searching for that little heart inside someone else to make it apart of their own...... it tell stories of lost loves....... ........................................................................... of two young doves.. kisses in the moonlight ...on rocks near the black of the pond.. their night meeting..their night delight ...the pleasure they found in each other.... their understanding of what it was like to live and love in secret.... they were promised to others but to the others there was no love, only love they found with each other..near the water...in the depth of the night.. to kiss her lips, he found pleasures far greater than those in the universe he had known.. to touch his face, she found secrets and desires that surpassed those of the clear blue sky... His heart said, to promise her anything, but his mind knew he couldn’t, Her body said, “You are his”, but her soul knew this not to be true.... The kisses they shared sent breezes through the trees, chills through the night, streams of love through their heart They only wanted each other, every night of their life but instead they were left with this ..lies and deception... So when the sun gave rise to another day, they parted, and gave each other kisses as if it were their last,,, that night..is every night... in their hearts, in their life. ............................................ And the trees tell me these great stories of love ....lost and gained here..... as i think of you..wondering. if you Are, what you Mean to me... if you exist as the love i want to know..or as the love ..i think i know and i feel as though my whole life you have been there... giving me kisses at night, holding my hand while i dance thinking of you.. and i figure that there are secrets here, secrets that will lead me to you..and i wish and pray for them to reveal themselves to me you whisper through my soul and i answer through your heart we kiss through the wind and make love through the darkness and i know there is only you..only you and your ways... your ways are like the wind ... and Wild are the ways of the wind.. as You dance fiercely around me... Death Death spares no one..... not even my ill feeble soul- it cries out at night screaming terror, pain, anguish of the soul gone souls to go- death takes us home one by one but carries bits of others with it.... the sorrow of those left behind tells the story of how death barely spared us... spared us this life of sorrow, grief.....of those gone..passed..... He takes us in his arms, rocks us, then walks with us to the other side... . It kills him, as us, to go, leave behind cares, love, pleasures of human life... . but we must go..go on to the new beginning that he leads us to Death loves and hates us, for we make him feel sadness for carrying us away, sometimes with tears...he loves us for going gently, easy, giving him comfort.. Spare Me, Death, Spare Me your loneliness, sadness, I may even deserve..we all deserve... I ague you to appease me.... though you have already scarred me... You took my joy, only true happiness.. and called it “Sparring Me” because it was not my time.. Why spare me this Life, this pain?.... You passed your loneliness to me! Well keep it Death!...I am done... forgotten.. you have killed the Life you have spared, killed the soul you saved... But I must forgive, for it is not your just to do what you please, but what you must... and I forgive you..I forgive you and offer you a bit of my joy, the bit that is left...You didn’t spare me. but you I spare you.... What I owe I owe the wind a beauty of the sea, I owe it something other than within me. To wonderful oceans I owe a sweet song, to beautiful peaceful lovers I must wonder long, of how I can repay the favors the air have breathed into me while I lay. Cozy in the arms of my own grinning at the sun knowing I may not stay long. Today leaves me few few contented joys of wetting dew dropping from the leaves of the dying oak trees. And there I stand and hope to please the bit of air, left lingering in me. To fnd I can not repay what I owe the wind, for bringing its devotion and gentleness my way. Here lies tomorrow Tonight the rain falls the angels sing how beautiful fate is, fate, and living, wanting to kiss the clouds that saved me from myself and from your nature in the cold night. Nothing else matters but tomorrow's sorrow and i fear that without you..it follows me with my rain and tears and i ache inside to think i can not accept or understand all the love you offer and bring to my heart and i wonder while the day passes and moon comes to listen to my cries the mountain air whispers of change coming while looking with weary eyes i turn to where my heart first left to be with yours and i follow Goodnight child, here leaves tomorrow's sorrow. Sweet Love Sway me sweet love, to your corner pull me aside and whisper soft aching words of regret and forgiveness fill me with the infinite pleasure of soft brisk winds passing over my shoulder and caressing my back that aches so much for your touch and gentleness like warm kisses of rain so i close my eyes and pray sway me sweet love your way Legacies I miss the legacies he left on my pillow the night we wept he spoke of loss and loneliness and i promised my heart to his I can't say what I feel when he wiped the tears from my eyes his warm touch on my cheeks warmed my once cold heart. That night was the longest of my life and I expect none will ever pass it in my memory. I hold him when I close my eyes, i hold him near, i see him in my arms again and it makes me smile he is what I want my destiny to be.. I want to see more than memories and rather the future with him... he is what I long for, let the pillow hold his legacies and let me hold him. A moment Ago Today changes everything tomorrow left behind these crazy words strong feelings and strange emotions fill my mind I lack the understanding to know what choice to make when two roads lie in the path i lack the faith and grace to keep his poor heart from splitting in half Today marks me becoming what the wind whispered to me ages ago Tonite i will be the sweet breeze and soft kiss waiting on his pillow. When he left When theres nothing left but these words and theres loneliness filling the gaps of despair i find my solitude lies in my peace within me i have only small tears now to accompany my anguish i leave silence to find my humble self and put aching joys of you in a frame on the wall overlooking the tide coming in Shadow in the Dark A welcome silence crept and quietly i wept holding on to the whispers in my head And as the night fell i prayed, he would watch me well I seemed under a spell being the only warmth in my cold bed I await the Embrace the chariot, the ride, to that special place leaving me somewhere distant, far from home I shall whimper tonight lose my mind in the horror and fright in the shadows my soul takes flight swallowed in darkness i will roam The one who said these things come so easily must have lied because tonite i fear i have perished and died dry, and whithered, but holy i remain Not except those loyal tears, when the world closed its ears and i will remain true to my fears til you can say you will ease the pain Im sorry things went so out of hand be still be silent if you can and look closely for in the darkness you will see the spark Cry out to heaven pray for the light cry out to your lord in hopes he can end the night cry out for the truth to be ripped from your sight Because tonite i am the shadow in the dark. Madame's Whispers #2 I never said no to you, i dont remember a day passing when i havent prayed or thanked you for something extremely generous or needed in my life I have been one of the faithful few marching in the path you laid out for me my feet burning on the hot soil body tired and weary from the long walk and i have done this over and over again to be reminded that my boy is gone and im wondering why? and how? how could you take him away from me? All my life i have praised, adored, sang thanks for even the hardships in my life feeling they would make me a stronger person and on this day and that day he left i feel as weak as a person who never heard your name My spirit has been broken my will has died and all those times i remember saying yes you remind me everyday, For when i asked could he stay, you whisper through my skin No. Madame's Whispers #3 When you lose something, does someone else gain? Is your joy, turned into another mans trash? I wont ask you much longer, why things turn out so wrong. Because i fear you will tell me, there is a reason for all this, my pain and suffering, your silence, the lives lost, gone. It hurts, looking outside on rainy nights, thinking i hear his footsteps through the room. And i wonder if you can hear when my mind falls apart, thinking i heard his voice, thinking i felt his touch I've lost so many things, so many precious things in my life. And now to lose my sanity, might be my worst fear at night I couldnt have imagined life without him, but i have you to thank for that ill dream come true Thanks for your graciousness, your pity, thanks for your silence i have mine too, and i shall use it soon, for you refuse to speak with me, so i may refuse to love you. |
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A GIRL BY EZRA POUND The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms, The tree has grown in my breast- Downward, The branches grow out of me, like arms. Tree you are, Moss you are, You are violets with wind above them. A child - so high - you are, And all this is folly to the world.
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