First, spring arrives
its leaves and grasses
meet fingers and toes with much glee and
Then summer makes its appearance
who can ignore its boisterous
and sweltering presence?
Fall sneaks in
and subtly makes itself
right at home while we dance and sing
Then winter comes down on us
like a sledgehammer
How many times have these four come and gone?
How many will I see?
The four continue forever into eternity...
In the sad hours after the soft question
(and the quiet answer)
the ravens are always more beautiful,
as if in their rupturing cries
the hollows that seem so vast
then have walls.
It was a big question
and it took all my heart -
a small answer
that made me smaller still
and the crows now dance, mocking.
There - here:
the streetlights never burned so brightly -
the crevice in that back wall
a nest to its own.
Perhaps if I could grow smaller still
it would hold me safe
from all regret.
Does shiny hair really matter? Or painted nails?
Or glittering eyes? Or soft, soft skin?
Yes. For the initial rush, they have no match.
Undoubtedly we are familiar with the captivation, the dance.
The trouble is, there are only so many ephemeral rushes.
Until they become tired. No, not from the busy nights.
But then the freshness oozes forth and gushes like a river
The freshness, the capacity each has
to be a relief,
to put at peace.
There is nothing like it.
A college freshman, realizing what it all means.
It is a means to an appreciation. Yes, definitely from the busy nights.
The nights filled with getting to know someone
in the un-Biblical sense.
There is nothing quite like the yearning, the hunger.
The lust for understanding.
And let me tell you, there will be tiny lingering questions.
But they are not as important as the perpetual question:
How much did you love?
Baptized in death incarnate, shown the worlds reality at a age of inspiration, with dreams dance upon the wings of butterflies in fields of daisy's, sucking the nectar of life, to sustain the biological imperative, that everything is connected beyond life and death.
Merge pen and ink, upon the fallen trees, show the world, the vulnerabilities of a soul lost in the shadows, were light fights the darkness to escape to another day, beyond the pages you write, beyond internal dialogue of devils and angels upon your shoulders.
Shower your soul, in the tears of angels, who have lost their wings and laid to rest upon the battleground, the lives of men, to stain sacred ground with life sustenance, every breath a battle you must tell now, so they are remembered in the pages of history
Purify this ground, with the ink within your veins, poet, rise from the ashes of reality, sprinkle the air with stardust, of fallen souls, in languid waves of desperation to live again, beyond the tragedy of death you've witnessed, here today. entitle, designate and cleanse this world a new, so every heart may know, deep within the recess of darkness within your eyes, incandescent flames burn the birth of a poet
She’s been in my dreams
since I was fifteen
when the fire of ecstasy first licked me
and set the world alight.
She's a shape-shifter, sometimes
blonde, sometimes dark,
but always softly naked when she comes.
She often whispers secrets
in the molten nights.
But clumsily, when morning breaks,
I struggle to remember. Accordingly,
I search the far off mist and mountains
and subterranean rivers
every tumultuous day.
So it won’t surprise you now to know
that you’ll find me mostly
under the volcano.
This is the place of endless fire,
where the dreamers and the demons
dance with their desire.
Mike T Minehan
Here we are again.
At the insides of my conscious identity.
This wholly human entity.
The ever growing obscenity,
that helixes off into infinity.
The voice of a thousand
concentrated into two or three pounds
of intoxicating intelligence.
the utter lack of brilliance overtakes us.
I know I tend to ramble but
I wish I took the gamble.
Return me to the stage
when I first studied the dance.
I never found the gold
at the end of a rainbow
but I'd gladly try another chance.
Well, to be so bold,
even if I did
I’d still think it a shame so
I suppose that its better off I slept it off.
You know, bro?
In a window less cell.
Where the phone never rings.
No visitors here.
Hold myself dear.
The wind bleats as lamb.
Only sound heard, rattling air-brick.
Still cold inside.
Sits waiting for endurance to call.
She doesn't need it.
He's just a prick.
He doesn't call.
Once he did.
She said she'd visit.
Only because she's bored.
What is it that makes her hide inside.
Hide inside her heart that died.
Static she waits in her virtual box.
Watching the seconds dance over the clock.
Knowing all that he wants is a game with his cock.
Stuck In a vortex between love and hate.
Certainly not feeling great.
The height from where she fell was lowly.
He truly is not holy.
He lives where terra firma strokes the belly of the worm.
The worm wants her to stroke him.
Will F**k him but only with words!
She will not go.
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
[Hint - it's fun to read this one out loud :) ]
Upon a crusty and spinning crag
Herbert's trusty craft did set,
Out beyond the path of Mars
In an asteroid belt they met.
Picked from out of thousands there
He selected a rocky home,
The perfect kind of rocky mass
To end his spacely roam.
First Ceres was too large and bold
And Pallas was too pale,
Old Vesta flew with sluggish wings
And Hygiea seemed too frail..
Ah, Sylvia seemed a likely rock
And her orbit seemed fine too,
But t'was Juno caught his eye at last
So what else could he do?
He sat his craft upon that rock
And loosed his robot throng,
Soon they mined and smelted ore
And built a structure strong.
That dome rose up with welded struts
To stand on a bright-lit plain,
The jewel-like panes filled out the place
O'er that kingdom he would reign.
Industrious 'bots and a stately home
So there did Herbert rule,
O'er a stark and rocky, lonely view
In the asteroid belt so cruel.
T'was far away to the nearest soul
No one to share Herb's tea,
To simply chat or share a bite
How lovely would that be?
Deep beneath old Juno's crust
'Bots mined for all their worth
Pulling out rare stuff and gems
And sending them to Earth.
But all the gold and diamond stones
Could hardly even start,
To fill the void that Herbert felt
Where he knew he kept a heart.
Yet, several rocky asteroids out
Across that rocky belt,
Another set upon her task
With ores and slag to melt.
Past Callisto and Iris zones
Where Cybele and Psyche spin
Fair Susanna tended Hektor's mines
Of silver, zinc and tin.
Now orbits often twist and dance
And trade with one another,
Where one boulder once was kin
There soon will be some other.
T'was thus that Herbert's Juno rock
Slowly made it's way,
To catch-up Susie's Hektor world
And shadow it one day.
Sue looked out her glass abode
To see what blocked the sun,
Then seeing Juno with its mines
A visit seemed like fun.
Toward a spot near Herbert's ship
Suzanna's came a-falling,
Imagine Herbert's bright surprise
Seeing visitors a-calling.
A shapely suit with bubble head
And jet-pack soon came floating,
To Herbert's door that afternoon
The sight had him emoting.
"Well hello there friend, and who are you
That to my rock comes knocking?"
"Just another miner fool
Whose sun your Juno's blocking"
"In just a little while, I'm sure
Our asteroids will part,
So why not stay a little while
And a friendship we can start?"
Double shipments soon they made
To send away to Earth
While their robots toiled each day
The sweethearts shared their mirth.
Great love did our Herb and Susie share
Built on those pleasant talks
And soon a tractor beam they fixed
Between their drifting rocks.
And still today in spacers' lore
They talk about that tether,
That linked two hearts among the rocks
Two asteroids bound together.
Contact lens film clouds her mind’s eye
She longs to be understood
But her penis gets in the way
And there’s the beard
Daintily decorating delicious deserts
Her delicate fingers dance across the icing
Breathlessly muttering something about lemon zest she catches herself in the stainless steel
“Who is that strange man?”
“Why does he follow me around so?”
A single salty tear graces a pale and hollow cheek
Quickly removed, it lingers on a nail-polished digit
A representative of a lifetime of lies eagerly attempting to be the topic of conversation
oh, rising sun on east horizon.
shine your light through purple hues.
sunbeam fingers reaching long
spreading warmth ‘cross mountains blue.
awake, oh towering pine majestic
for deep below your roots flows pure
crystal liquid falls in dance
to fill each pool with nature's mirror
this my Oregon, i call her home
where skies of grey and winter long
chills milder souls to the bone
yet hardy stock from which I come
know her best, still to be sung.
her rocky crags where eagles soar
her mountain lakes, her breaking shores
her rapid’s ripple, current strong
her open skies and painted rocks
from each she springs alive with flame
a floral tapestry, her fields ablaze.
here streams cascade through canyons tall
tumbling long in waterfall
through rock and mountain, a gorge cut deep
a bridge to history, the gods they speak (1
a people weary, a journey long
struggling forward they sang their song.
first the solo, small band of men
discovery's song, a brave brethren (2
an orchestra growing, families joined in
they came for land, they stayed for joy
smitten by beauty, they wrote our lore (3
today her wonder, her majesty
calls to her young, “come, walk with me,
come taste my bounty from forests green
from lakes, from streams, from ocean deep
from waving fields of amber grains
abundant yields, endure my rains
come sip my wines, my vineyards flow
come drink my waters, fresh winter’s snow
drawn deep from wells, my streams below
my plains and valleys, my hills and dales
i offer richness within my veil
when journey’s burden becomes too great
find respite in my sunset’s slate
my star-kissed skies they offer thee
my arms, my breast, thy comfort be."
i am hardly an expert on this subject, projecting here only my viewpoint and perspective garnered since my arrival in my late teens. hidden meanings tied to Oregon history abound here. for some reference i invite you to join me on a quick journey: