tsp - Hello Poetry

we gather reeds in the pale beginning our roof in thatched symmetry place a foot firmly in the marsh and cast a hooded gaze eastward toward the breaking light cloud systems shift above our lithe and tenacious errand we will tread on padded earth hedged by the green and supple hills and the heat slumbering in the stony paths will awaken late simmering, breakfast can be heard on the approach

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Jun 8, 2013

Jun 8, 2013 at 11:44 PM UTC

there is a voice

we gather reeds in the pale beginning our roof in thatched symmetry place a foot firmly in the marsh and cast a hooded gaze eastward toward the breaking light cloud systems shift above our lithe and tenacious errand we will tread on padded earth hedged by the green and supple hills and the heat slumbering in the stony paths will awaken late simmering, breakfast can be heard on the approach

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i'm gonna be dumb now i'm tiring of trying to be a talker a knower; taking in and comprehending i want freedom to just be to stare nowhere and not have anyone ask "what's on your mind" because they know well that nothing is on my mind, and if, only something banal, illiterate, obtuse at best i don't want to look around wondering, feeling out the air between us like a puzzle like an hourglass i want to wear a permanent glassy stare of contented confusion and say nothing about it i want to coax the crawling rivulets until they flow not be at the mercy of the inescapable moment the insatiable ego like a dog like a bird; nobody thinks less of them that they don't look you in the eyes nobody thinks less of them that they won't sit still that they eat weird things that they make noise for reasons unknown to us dumb dumb dummy that's the way for me.

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Apr 3, 2013

Apr 3, 2013 at 11:18 PM UTC

dumb

i'm gonna be dumb now i'm tiring of trying to be a talker a knower; taking in and comprehending i want freedom to just be to stare nowhere and not have anyone ask "what's on your mind" because they know well that nothing is on my mind, and if, only something banal, illiterate, obtuse at best i don't want to look around wondering, feeling out the air between us like a puzzle like an hourglass i want to wear a permanent glassy stare of contented confusion and say nothing about it i want to coax the crawling rivulets until they flow not be at the mercy of the inescapable moment the insatiable ego like a dog like a bird; nobody thinks less of them that they don't look you in the eyes nobody thinks less of them that they won't sit still that they eat weird things that they make noise for reasons unknown to us dumb dumb dummy that's the way for me.

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i didn't ask you what the song was but i looked up the words later and listened some more i don't hope you will read it i don't practice what to say wring my mind into forgetful water and so on i have been listening to you hovering about the general presence and i was glad you did i saw you in the future now there was love for you but not mine i have adjusted you have adjusted and here we are and i'm fine with that you helped me to be i'll still love you a little from a safe distance lie awake at night knowing that i didn't ask you what the song was but i looked up the words later and listened some more

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Mar 26, 2013

Mar 26, 2013 at 7:38 PM UTC

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i didn't ask you what the song was but i looked up the words later and listened some more i don't hope you will read it i don't practice what to say wring my mind into forgetful water and so on i have been listening to you hovering about the general presence and i was glad you did i saw you in the future now there was love for you but not mine i have adjusted you have adjusted and here we are and i'm fine with that you helped me to be i'll still love you a little from a safe distance lie awake at night knowing that i didn't ask you what the song was but i looked up the words later and listened some more

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upstairs is warm j says "you don't have to shake my hand" c says "ok" j says "unless you just want to" c says "it's a good american tradition" they shake hands; the Christian, the atheist downstairs the band plays the microphone squealing, the beer drinking, the cigarette smoking the snow whipping around the old machine shop now carries shapes of revelry in a town of blizzard-faced young people in skinny jeans, hiking boots

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Feb 3, 2013

Feb 3, 2013 at 11:58 PM UTC

going to the show with my brother

upstairs is warm j says "you don't have to shake my hand" c says "ok" j says "unless you just want to" c says "it's a good american tradition" they shake hands; the Christian, the atheist downstairs the band plays the microphone squealing, the beer drinking, the cigarette smoking the snow whipping around the old machine shop now carries shapes of revelry in a town of blizzard-faced young people in skinny jeans, hiking boots

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the wind sails on above, and still, far below i reel in the pettiness of this creaturehood i will pry, in disregard of my flesh toward the lightness that is breathing i will taste of the water that is thirst to possess the form of unspoken rumor

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Feb 3, 2013

Feb 3, 2013 at 11:48 PM UTC

seeing

the wind sails on above, and still, far below i reel in the pettiness of this creaturehood i will pry, in disregard of my flesh toward the lightness that is breathing i will taste of the water that is thirst to possess the form of unspoken rumor

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you were young and so reluctant i was shaking in my boots time to see what its all about down by the waters where we make roots the cold air i can't remember but the warmth i can't forget connecting constellations they tell us how they met so just feel my lips under the starlight taste of your peppermint tongue like the angels we will live forever so dumb so dumb so dumb feel my shape against your shadows my heart for you it runs made for youth and made for madness so come so come so come

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Jan 23, 2012

Jan 23, 2012 at 3:34 AM UTC

alive

you were young and so reluctant i was shaking in my boots time to see what its all about down by the waters where we make roots the cold air i can't remember but the warmth i can't forget connecting constellations they tell us how they met so just feel my lips under the starlight taste of your peppermint tongue like the angels we will live forever so dumb so dumb so dumb feel my shape against your shadows my heart for you it runs made for youth and made for madness so come so come so come

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i have only this body this blood and water with which to write a final letter my farewell my freedom my memory nothing more can i offer as sight fades i do not look i do not try only my outstretched hand should you reach out your hand to take it Love, take also my lips sweetly against yours- and under the newest stars, the dusk will have us as we never were; as we always were- but with only branches enough for this brief burning; holding everything holding nothing curse into my mouth your dying song and let the scent of our forgetting linger forever its color bleeding on the strands of tomorrow to be woven when i awake alone in wrinkled sheets my hands will search and find only the cool underside of my pillow our lips will part as if together still our tongues only whisper to the pale morning air longing to savour again the hum of bodies meeting in time the warmth that has forsaken us as a smoke we escape the world of seeing becoming timeless invisible eternal

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Jan 11, 2012

Jan 11, 2012 at 8:14 PM UTC

aspirin

i have only this body this blood and water with which to write a final letter my farewell my freedom my memory nothing more can i offer as sight fades i do not look i do not try only my outstretched hand should you reach out your hand to take it Love, take also my lips sweetly against yours- and under the newest stars, the dusk will have us as we never were; as we always were- but with only branches enough for this brief burning; holding everything holding nothing curse into my mouth your dying song and let the scent of our forgetting linger forever its color bleeding on the strands of tomorrow to be woven when i awake alone in wrinkled sheets my hands will search and find only the cool underside of my pillow our lips will part as if together still our tongues only whisper to the pale morning air longing to savour again the hum of bodies meeting in time the warmth that has forsaken us as a smoke we escape the world of seeing becoming timeless invisible eternal

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