Silken skin on rough material Softly you ask me if I am ethereal But as long as you stay -- warm sunshine on a chilly day, moonlight on a misty meadow -- I will knock upon your door and sit with you on your bedroom floor... (A first for me: I posted this from my cellphone! Couldn't see the formatting on the small screen, so I fixed it now. ©1999 or later)
To touch is to take from time, from dust, from a place, from space, from saints, from forgotten, from untold; To touch is to face eternity embodied in a second, a flash!, a lightning strike through brain! --- © 2005 Avatar
I think this is appropriate for Sciforums. © 2006 Andris Krastins (Avatar) [The fish return to the desert] Breaking the sands.. walking, walking upon a dried up sea, walking, breaking, slowly crying, laughing in a dried up sea. Slowly filling the dried up sea with the wind from laughter and the water from tears, salt.. salt in tears, the fish return. Empty sand! - it's a crying land, body is breaking - no life!, it's a dying land, I give all from my breaking body, take! In your ears, in my ears from memories can hear the fish return to the sea, wind and water breaking the sands, covering my footsteps, breaking my bones. The fish, the fish return to the sea, seaweeds covering my hands and the last I see is the fish where there was just empty sand. Life! ----- This song is dedicated to the <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/678898.stm"><u>Aral sea</u></a>. Let us be better than our fathers. No such works of horror again! ----- <em>Here once was sea and life</em>: <div align="left"> <img src="http://enrin.grida.no/aral/aralsea/images/picture/aral2.jpg" alt="" /> </div>
Concomitance Revolution Absolution Bound in spite Unchained in delight Elevate Consecrate Wrapped in glitter-gloss Unravelled in timeless-loss Declaration Observation Locked in keyless Break in needless Designate Infiltrate Tied in control-type Loosened in endless-hype Condemnation Resuscitation Restrained in cord Freedom in our lord Desecrate Congregate Burnt in sacrifice Crowned in cowardice
Ahem. (Thats the title, dammit!) Let me spread some words across this page, Sit back, exhale, and upon them gaze. Wonder, ponder, rustle them around, Blink, compute, and see what is found. I notice that amongst them there is a word, Not silly, or frivolous or necessarily absurd. But a sweetie, a honey, some letters in array, Let me see, where’s my specs, what does it say? Ah, now I see, it is much clearer to me, It says ‘love” and my dear, I give it to thee.
The asimetric field The moon above is wet in wind and sorrow in the eye of dust. I speak of god and man and mad... I hope to crush and to rebound. The likes of which i never knew, a man of wind is here to grow, to live within the fountain flow and to submit. He speaks of golden Atalantas and of the music here without, I hear and cry and am proturbed in wind therein and in without. O , God how empty you remaine, when all one is, is turned to dust ! I hope and pray that you will find the man within the mad without. Copyright T.C.T. - aka Kziglu_bey, Today 22 feb. year 7514 from the founding of the world. Local time 01:43 AM
Ode to Ancamna Water water everywhere, And not a drop to drink I sincerely hope to get a taste, Perhaps before I sink. Lulling by this riverside, The silky liquid whispers sweet I wish I could become a drop, Flowing fast yet remain discreet. And better see what seems unclear, Swirling liquid distorting sense Splashing smatter sullen stream, Engulfing flow of thoughts immense.
The System… Was I ever going to reach the space? Were ready hand meets ready grace I never would have said I should, But now I have, yet knew I could. Was I ever going to beat the norm? Of steady effort with honesty born Of lasting calm and serene expression, My hands unbound in eager recession. Was I ever going to bear the fruit? The growth of vine in a business suit Of achieved awards and attained status, Vacuum wrapped in balloons that deflate us. Was I ever of a knowing so certain? That the next act awaits the final curtain I now leave the worldly to its sad delusion, And draw into myself my profound conclusion.
No worries Cotton, facing ones fears crushes their power. Besides, I wouldnt` leave you alone in this jungle! Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Yes, facing ones fears definitely crushes their power, and thanks for not leaving me alone in this jungle we call the modern age. I couldn't stand it alone. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Song for Dr Dee. Running in the darkness, Nay … hiding from the light. Lest the glare of slow revelation, Does sear the seer … and far too bright. Walking in the shadows, Nay … peeping through the glass. Lest the awareness of the awakener, May catch a glimpse … of the future past. Standing in the first rays, Nay … slowly raising up thy head. Lest the invisible seeks unfair gain, And taste the promise … in fresh new bread. Laying in the midday glare, Nay … holding court and self aware. Lest the dues paid to the keeper, In vain misplaced … and in essence bare.
I read this poem in "perks of being a wallflower" I thought it was really nice. Perks layout Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Chops" because that was the name of his dog And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star And his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts That was the year that Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo And he let them sing on the bus And his little sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair And his mother and father kissed a lot And the girl around the corner sent him a valentine signed with a row of X's and he had to ask his father what the X's meant And his father always tucked him in bed at night And was always there to do it Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Autumn" because that wsa the name of the season And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and asked him to write more clearly And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because of its new paint And the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigars And left butts on the pews And sometimes they would burn holes That was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black frames And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus And the kids told him why his mother and father kissed a lot And his father never tucked him in bed at night And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it. Once on a paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem And he called it "Innocence: A Question" because that was the question about his girl And that's what it was all about And his professor gave him an A and a strange steady look And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her That was the year that Father Tracy died And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went And he caught his sister making out on the back porch And his mother and father never kissed or even talked And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup That made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed his father snoring soundly That's why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem And he called it "Absolutely Nothing" Because that's what it was really all about And he gave himself an A and a slash on each damned wrist And he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didn't think he could reach the kitchen.
TOM WAITS - "9th & Hennepin" (from "Rain Dogs" - 1985) Well it's 9th and Hennepin And all the donuts have Names that sound like prostitutes And the moon's teeth marks are On the sky like a tarp thrown over all this And the broken umbrellas like Dead birds and the steam Comes out of the grill like The whole goddamned town is ready to blow. And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos And everyone is behaving like dogs. And the horses are coming down Violin Road And Dutch is dead on his feet And the rooms all smell like diesel And you take on the Dreams of the ones who have slept here. And I'm lost in the window I hide on the stairway I hang in the curtain I sleep in your hat And no one brings anything Small into a bar around here. They all started out with bad directions And the girl behind the counter has a tattooed tear, One for every year he's away she said, such A crumbling beauty, but there's Nothing wrong with her that $100 won't fix, she has that razor sadness That only gets worse With the clang and thunder of the Southern Pacific going by As the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet Till you're full of rag water and bitters and blue ruin And you spill out Over the side to anyone who'll listen And I've seen it All through the yellow windows Of the evening train.
theres many sides to me no one could understand its difficult for myself, understand the son of man theres more than only one but the earths filled with fakes it hurts to see the truth until i race to kill a race ive maybe lost all my logic, you call my psycotic but its all real in my world, eyes in my sockets pull them rigth the fuck out with my pride in my pockets take a look at myself yo im disguised as neurotic narcotics changed my brain but its balanced with disciplined pain i train myself to hurt and all my talents are driven the same i pick change, listen up the worlds fuckin sick mayne i focus on myself, im self centred like rick james dimension to dimension im escapign this sick game mixed strange worlds all colliding in this brain ill access shit that no creatures ever scene im feasting in the truth and yo ill teacha better scene taking over all my life and every particle in it every bolder in my sight will either rise or diminish this is my game motehrfucker lies of the wicked will be obvious for everyone im guidign the timid just let me choose my own death so when im left out of breath i'll be fealing no regrets just a wretched fuckin hex is this a test? or will i experience treachory the learning never stops and no abilities impress me but actions do because directly they test me to push myself further the sucess recipe lifes about what ya bin through, the learning never stops im discerning my sins to create some better crops
