QuietnessWith the wild eyes of youth I once again can see love, can understand its untamed heart. I had lost this, my vision, having grown complacent. Immortal father, why do you saturate me with these emotions? Can I not live in quietness, without these seething waves of scarlet fire? Should I take as sympathy your ultimate silence? Within I am violent, devoured by my own passions, the clean fire of love; whatever roiling waves hide beneath my smooth exterior, they cannot carry me farther than loneliness.Quietness
NightfallLa noche está fértil con silencio. Estamos lejos, de sombras ocultadas, yo y la noche. La luna aparece llena de su deseo. Cansado y solo, el silencio no est soportable; la distancia planta semillas de desesperación. El viento canta su requiem susurrado.Nightfall
~ The night is rich with stillness. Seperated by vast unseen shadows, I and the night. The moon seems filled with longing. Awash in tiredness, the silence is unbearable. Alone, distances plant seeds of desperation. Unnoticed, the win
ForsakenI cannot sustain immortality.Forsaken
I wrap myself tightly into the folds of time, drawing comfort from silence and memory.
Your body lying asleep, writhing in the throes of some imagined tempest.
Your body lying next to mine offers no measure of completion: I far too quickly recognize your temporality. You began your departure at my greeting.
I cannot recognize my own suffering, nor understand yours. You exist both present and absent: I scream from within my emptiness.
I would drown inside you,
Echo Lakewarmth of summer, uninterrupted by the tepid breezes of late July; the silence of movement: cars driving slowly past, a boy fishing with his father as wind moves the unbroken surface of the lake we were there because I dreamed it, because I selfishly wanted to live in the utopias created by my mind walking along trails of brown earth holding on to each other (our unrecognized desperation) as we walkedEcho Lake
onward, and onward, until returned to my car, coming back to where we began so long ago, when the sun was more distinct than the red-orang
new work
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Somtimes, nothing's enough.
What you have shown us so far is without equal.
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'Very few people get to sing their own song. Most of us fear that we cannot do it justice with our voices, or that our words are too foolish, or too honest, or too odd. So people live their songs instead.' Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys
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-Niels
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Every age has its own poetry; in every age the circumstances of history choose a nation, a race, a class to take up the torch by creating situations that can be expressed or transcended only through poetry.
-Sartre
Your gallery is hecka good, and yet you're idle.
Wonder what happened.
I love your poem 'Dream of a Broken Circle' by the way. It really touched something.
Hope you get back to DA, you really do deserve more PV's.
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Life is pure flame.
Anyways, Im starting a band, and I really like your poems. SO i was wondering about using your poems for lyrics...deep...deeep
you know, like deepness in a dark-infested abyss. (of blackness)
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I think, therefore, I drink.
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Your dreams will be your only shell,
your secrets, your hiding place, my son.
Don't let them try
to crush your brain.
Let you go far
...my son.
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