gs-kerr - Hello Poetry

Records spinning worn out fading like a dying breath. Each painful note an expression of despair vibrating absorbed into memory. We belong in song sentimental & melancholy moanin' low a sailboat in the moonlight. You showed me the way one hand on your neck the other swinging softly each measure timing my release. now it's me they have singing it's i they now define my thoughts dissected exposed analyzed. Under this skin lives a tree roots planted in soil held down my melody connected a succession of colors listless & profound.

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Jul 28, 2011

Jul 28, 2011 at 11:25 AM UTC

gs-kerr

forty fives and thirty threes

Records spinning worn out fading like a dying breath. Each painful note an expression of despair vibrating absorbed into memory. We belong in song sentimental & melancholy moanin' low a sailboat in the moonlight. You showed me the way one hand on your neck the other swinging softly each measure timing my release. now it's me they have singing it's i they now define my thoughts dissected exposed analyzed. Under this skin lives a tree roots planted in soil held down my melody connected a succession of colors listless & profound.

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the moon is dancing a wolf and a tree each star is a moment a truth and belief this story's not written the lights are the words constructing each paragraph outlined in verse i open my heart with fear and for chance two atoms collide we share one slow hypnotic waltzing moondance im told that im heavy in heart and in tongue but when my heart opens it shows truth, not a gun

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Jul 28, 2011

Jul 28, 2011 at 11:18 AM UTC

gs-kerr

the wolf and the tree

the moon is dancing a wolf and a tree each star is a moment a truth and belief this story's not written the lights are the words constructing each paragraph outlined in verse i open my heart with fear and for chance two atoms collide we share one slow hypnotic waltzing moondance im told that im heavy in heart and in tongue but when my heart opens it shows truth, not a gun

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A way with light Soil to earth Away with the weight of a broken man A way with words I want to be the moon through your window the catalyst A synaptic firestorm channeling your mind Filling your heart with prose and broken meter Unending light the words transformed a flower in your garden or a mighty oak with promises to keep we'll span time two still images writing our story as we go along

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Jul 28, 2011

Jul 28, 2011 at 11:17 AM UTC

gs-kerr

a way with words

A way with light Soil to earth Away with the weight of a broken man A way with words I want to be the moon through your window the catalyst A synaptic firestorm channeling your mind Filling your heart with prose and broken meter Unending light the words transformed a flower in your garden or a mighty oak with promises to keep we'll span time two still images writing our story as we go along

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The nuclear family died. We are a generation raised by our mothers Absent fathers Broken families with weak men Lost souls and hungry ghosts Violently propelled into the shadows of our parent’s failures. Paralyzed with an inability to escape our latchkey childhood. Broken at the core Attempting to collect the pieces Maintaining relationships Unsure of what happiness should look like. We are obsessed with our own careers Feeling a need to conquer life Never knowing what is enough or what it will take to satiate our desires. A generation of excess Self-goals Singular experiences Half-hearted triumphs and unwavering self-defenses. I refuse this new paradigm Refuse to believe love is a burnt out city Dilapidated and abandoned Desperate and alone. I will not become the archetype of my generation Devoid of hope Broken Listless and stagnant.

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Jul 28, 2011

Jul 28, 2011 at 11:17 AM UTC

gs-kerr

lost souls & hungry ghosts

The nuclear family died. We are a generation raised by our mothers Absent fathers Broken families with weak men Lost souls and hungry ghosts Violently propelled into the shadows of our parent’s failures. Paralyzed with an inability to escape our latchkey childhood. Broken at the core Attempting to collect the pieces Maintaining relationships Unsure of what happiness should look like. We are obsessed with our own careers Feeling a need to conquer life Never knowing what is enough or what it will take to satiate our desires. A generation of excess Self-goals Singular experiences Half-hearted triumphs and unwavering self-defenses. I refuse this new paradigm Refuse to believe love is a burnt out city Dilapidated and abandoned Desperate and alone. I will not become the archetype of my generation Devoid of hope Broken Listless and stagnant.

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This mountain is trying to **** me 9000 feet Rain soaked & unforgiving Desolate Challenging exhausted decisions A formation of trees Sheltered, shaking Hopeless & fleeting It’s not my time I say Unfulfilled promises & words unsaid Withheld diatribes Hidden truths Lost love But, here I am Alone on a mountain Pleading with God Asking for my grandfather’s protection I’ve lost control Calmed my mind Let go It’s not my time you said Taking me in Cabin lights & burning embers Without you, Wanda This mountain would have killed me

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Jul 28, 2011

Jul 28, 2011 at 11:16 AM UTC

gs-kerr

duck creek, utah

This mountain is trying to **** me 9000 feet Rain soaked & unforgiving Desolate Challenging exhausted decisions A formation of trees Sheltered, shaking Hopeless & fleeting It’s not my time I say Unfulfilled promises & words unsaid Withheld diatribes Hidden truths Lost love But, here I am Alone on a mountain Pleading with God Asking for my grandfather’s protection I’ve lost control Calmed my mind Let go It’s not my time you said Taking me in Cabin lights & burning embers Without you, Wanda This mountain would have killed me

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It’s been nine months since my father died. 30 days spent bed side Attentive and witness to the process Raining on the day he passed Grey and appropriate. I didn’t know him very well The way one wishes to Growing up, a check in the mail An awkward holiday meeting Family seen once every few years Forced acquaintance But, that’s not how I wish it were. Stories of wars fought Shot down planes Old loves Sage advice Comfort in the notion of family All absent in my childhood I was 17 when I graduated Asking you to drive from Boston An attempt at a shared experience But, I sent you home without seeing it. This is the day it turns around Diner conversations Coating the table in emotions Truths of how I felt about you and a need to move on Teetering on the precipice of adulthood There we were A clean slate and a chance to begin again. For twelve years we tried Honest attempts to find out about each other Learning similarities along the way New coats of paint on old doors Slowly opening as if not to wake anyone. In the end, I was there A shared struggle Trust in a sense of family Morphine bags and remote controls Skin and bones Grey eyes and silence.

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Jul 28, 2011

Jul 28, 2011 at 11:16 AM UTC

gs-kerr

on the day of your death

It’s been nine months since my father died. 30 days spent bed side Attentive and witness to the process Raining on the day he passed Grey and appropriate. I didn’t know him very well The way one wishes to Growing up, a check in the mail An awkward holiday meeting Family seen once every few years Forced acquaintance But, that’s not how I wish it were. Stories of wars fought Shot down planes Old loves Sage advice Comfort in the notion of family All absent in my childhood I was 17 when I graduated Asking you to drive from Boston An attempt at a shared experience But, I sent you home without seeing it. This is the day it turns around Diner conversations Coating the table in emotions Truths of how I felt about you and a need to move on Teetering on the precipice of adulthood There we were A clean slate and a chance to begin again. For twelve years we tried Honest attempts to find out about each other Learning similarities along the way New coats of paint on old doors Slowly opening as if not to wake anyone. In the end, I was there A shared struggle Trust in a sense of family Morphine bags and remote controls Skin and bones Grey eyes and silence.

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I do not exist. I am nothing but water Sad songs Brittle bones and fading memories. A string of notes Discordant Unharmonious Chaotic and beautiful. Vibrating Exposed Bouncing off of everything Absorbed only in the subconscious. We do not exist. Beyond ego Extending into the world Known by none. Permanently adrift Alone Struggling to love Confused in its definition. Closed eyes Captured Characters in each other’s story. Propelled into life Forgetting our time is limited Forgoing experience Creating a novel Ultimately disappearing and being forgotten.

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Jul 28, 2011

Jul 28, 2011 at 11:15 AM UTC

gs-kerr

Sad songs & brittle bones

I do not exist. I am nothing but water Sad songs Brittle bones and fading memories. A string of notes Discordant Unharmonious Chaotic and beautiful. Vibrating Exposed Bouncing off of everything Absorbed only in the subconscious. We do not exist. Beyond ego Extending into the world Known by none. Permanently adrift Alone Struggling to love Confused in its definition. Closed eyes Captured Characters in each other’s story. Propelled into life Forgetting our time is limited Forgoing experience Creating a novel Ultimately disappearing and being forgotten.

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we're old souls you & i. bound by a need to be something beyond ourselves. i admire that in you. your struggles, questioning breathing new life into stale moments. we're gypsies i'd say, you & i. the new beatniks pushing the boundaries of self discovery fighting with ourselves & conceptions of identity. we're moving, always self destructing running in search of any semblance of truth.

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Jul 28, 2011

Jul 28, 2011 at 11:11 AM UTC

gs-kerr

Old Souls

we're old souls you & i. bound by a need to be something beyond ourselves. i admire that in you. your struggles, questioning breathing new life into stale moments. we're gypsies i'd say, you & i. the new beatniks pushing the boundaries of self discovery fighting with ourselves & conceptions of identity. we're moving, always self destructing running in search of any semblance of truth.

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