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Aug 25 · 423
sin is a raft
Medusa Aug 25
sinking in mundane nothingness
I hope for a chance of evil
to float past
I want to
Aug 15 · 47
Medusa Aug 15
I count the years that remain

A strange game of solitaire, ignoble
Sometimes I wonder how to end this
For longing can be delicious and yet

This world spins faster and dances away
Perhaps there is another fire to burn me

I only come back to you, fated
Or defiantly unable to

Imagine any other way

But ours
Aug 15 · 910
Medusa Aug 15
If I were dead, I would still dream of us

If I were dust, I might yet believe

The more of our promise

Will come to be

Jul 17 · 143
A Tail Wind
Medusa Jul 17
Need from you, the girded ankle
Unspoken prayers in lakes so deep
Need from you, more than either of us
Ever expected to, so this is pain
Need from you, so often to just let go

Now read this and reel me back in
This is how we play in the deep water

Like creatures who know the strength
Of our own tails
Jul 13 · 407
Georgia, She Waves
Medusa Jul 13
We missed our chance.

But it’s not a problem: we gave it all
All came back sighing, lovestruck:

Then mutinous alliances recalled,
We fled.

Now, cautioning and antennae’d
Weary, we crawl upon hot lava

Yet still we wave.
“Why Can’t We Be Friends” by War playing in my head
Jul 13 · 66
Can’t Hang Upon
Medusa Jul 13
Nothing can change the past
But my memories are all
Who would rail against the Gods?

When given such perfect
Time as we were,
Yet still we pine above the water
Line, asking for things to unfold

In changed devotion:
Like as ask for maps to use
A new formed compass
Of my own crossing
Jun 28 · 192
Concrete Boots of Love
Medusa Jun 28
Me too, baby, I get it.
We argued a lot last night
My kid said it wasn’t “fighting”
He prefers to call that a ‘hissy fit’

How did he grab hold of my mother’s words?

He never even met his grandma.

A sophisticated word
He claims that ******
We were attempting
‘‘T’was just an argument”

You must hold your tongue
In your hand now, walk backwards
I just can’t look at you today
You, the nuclear excused

You who believes he rises
Each day anew, beloved
Again in the face of the gods’
Own tribunal?

I don’t buy it.
Medusa Jun 28
I love how the bonds connect so fast
I call a number and I want to buy
a dresser for twenty bucks

but they are looking for a connection,
they want to discuss times

we should talk about night stands
more often with total strangers

people are so alone now
with all these ways to connect

wisdom is draining out of us so fast
perhaps it gathers in night stands

or vintage knick-knacks
wisdom lost like this
it must be gathering

into something
May 25 · 100
To Try For The Sun
Medusa May 25
"To Try For The Sun" by Donovan Leitch

We stood in the windy city,
The gypsy boy and I.
We slept on the breeze in the midnight
With the rain droppin' tears in our eyes.
And who's going to be the one
To say it was no good what we done?
I dare a man to say I'm too young,
For I'm going to try for the sun.
We huddled in a derelict building
And when he thought I was asleep
He laid his poor coat round my shoulder,
And shivered there beside me in a heap.
And who's going to be the one
To say it was no good what we done?
I dare a man to say I'm too young,
For I'm going to try for the sun.
We sang and cracked the sky with laughter,
Our breath turned to mist in the cold.
Our years put together count to thirty,
But our eyes told the dawn we were old.
And who's going to be the one
To say it was no good what we done?
I dare a man to say I'm too young,
For I'm going to try for the sun.
Mirror, mirror, hanging in the sky,
Won't you look down what's happening here below?
I stand here singing to the flowers,
So very few people really know.
And who's going to be the one
To say it was no good what we done?
I dare a man to say I'm too young,
For I'm going to try for the sun.
We stood in the windy city
The gypsy boy and I.
We slept on the breeze in the midnight,
With the rain droppin' tears in our eyes.
And who's going to be the one
To say it was no good what we done?
I dare a man to say I'm too young,
For I'm going to try for the sun.
May 25 · 75
And So It Goes
Medusa May 25
"And So It Goes"

by Graham Nash
from the album Wild Tales 1973

I'm the oil upon the water,
I'm the lava in the flow.
Resting like a rock beside the seaside.
I'm the son and you're the daughter
of the stranger that we know,
who gets a little ****** beside the wayside.

Well, there's one thing to try
everybody knows
music gets you high
everybody grows
and so it goes.

You're the lips that make the laughter
you're the sunshine in the snow
shining out on everything you feel
you're the bird that dropped the berry
on the island far below
finding out that everything is real.

Well, there's one thing to try
everybody knows
music gets you high
everybody grows
and so it goes.

We are loved and we are lonely
we are many, we are few.
make it out of love and build a dream
we are hoboes, we are holy
we are me and we are you,
can't it be as easy as it seems?

Well, there's one thing to try
everybody knows
music gets you high
everybody grows
and so it goes.
May 23 · 62
Dark Star
Medusa May 23
"Dark Star”  by Stephen Stills

Forgive me if my fantasies might seem a little shopworn
I'm sure you've heard it all before I wonder what's the right form
Love songs written for you it's been going down for years
But to sing what's in my heart seems more honest than the tears

I am curious
Don't want to hurry us
I'm intrigued with us
Ain't this song a bust
I don't care dark star

I met you several years ago
The times they were so strange but I had a feeling
You looked into my eyes just once
An instant flashing by that we were stealing

Another time you felt so bad
And I wasn't any help at all as I recall
We didn't know quite what to do so we left the wanting be
Still there for me and you

Dark star I see you in the morning
Dark star a' sleeping next to me
Dark star let the memory of the evening
Be the first thing that you think of
When you open up your smile and see me dark star

It's easy to be with you
Even with the storms that rage beneath your search for peace
We must make some time together
Take the kids and find a world that's ours to keep

Now you've got me dreaming girl
It's been so long that I thought that I'd forgotten how
My heart is once again my soul
We touched we did you know we did no more teasing now

Dark star I see you in the morning
Dark star a' sleeping next to me
Dark star let the memory of the evening
Be the first thing that you think of
When you open up your smile and see me dark star

Dark star I see you in the morning
Dark star a' sleeping next to me
Dark star let the memory of the evening
Be the first thing that you think of
When you open up your smile and see me dark star

Let the memory of the evening
Be the first thing that you think of
When you open up your smile and see me dark star
From Crosby, Stills & Nash, a few of my favorite poets.
May 22 · 431
Southern Cross
Medusa May 22
"Southern Cross"  
by Crosby, Stills & Nash 1977

Got out of town on a boat goin' to Southern islands
Sailing a reach before a followin' sea
She was makin' for the trades on the outside
And the downhill run to Papeete

Off the wind on this heading lie the Marquesas
We got eighty feet of the waterline nicely making way
In a noisy bar in Avalon I tried to call you
But on a midnight watch I realized why twice you ran away

Think about
Think about how many times I have fallen
Spirits are using me larger voices callin'
What Heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten

(Around the world) I have been around the world
(Lookin') Lookin' for that woman girl
(Who knows she knows) Who knows love can endure
And you know it will

When you see the Southern Cross for the first time
You understand now why you came this way
'Cause the truth you might be runnin' from is so small
But it's as big as the promise, the promise of a comin' day

So I'm sailing for tomorrow my dreams are a dyin'
And my love is an anchor tied to you tied with a silver chain
I have my ship and all her flags are a' flyin'
She is all that I have left and music is her name

Think about
Think about how many times I have fallen
Spirits are using me larger voices callin'
What Heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten

(I've been around the world) I have been around the world
(Lookin') Lookin' for that woman girl
Who knows love can endure
And you know it will, and you know it will yes

Oooh ...

So we cheated and we lied and we tested
And we never failed to fail it was the easiest thing to do
You will survive being bested
Somebody fine will come along make me forget about loving you
At the southern cross
May 19 · 71
endless beginnings
Medusa May 19
condemned to begin again
we start it over new
every time

never ending
so here we go
a new
Medusa Apr 20
"Ballad Of Geraldine"

Oh, I was born with the name Geraldine
With hair coal black as a raven.
I traveled my life without a care,
Ah, but all my love I was savin'.
Oh, the winds blew high and the trees did sway,
Not much from life was I askin'.
Till I met someone to give all my love,
All my love, so long an' lasting.
Oh, good were the parts we played in our game
And a long ways off was tomorrow.
But my love was a rambler and restless as the sea,
And in the tide came sorrow.
Oh, a child of the night is goin' to be born,
I can't explain my confusion.
Is my love thinkin' to marry me at all
Or of the freedom he thinks he'll be losin'?
I sit with my friends in the *** crowded room,
My friends they're smokin' and a-talkin'.
But it all seems so empty, my love is not there,
So I'll go into the streets a-walkin'.
My baby is a-growin' as a-growin' it must,
If I were to lose it, it would grieve me.
My love is so helpless and I'm wonderin' what to do.
Oh, how I yearn to help him.
Oh, we could go to the land of your choice
Where the false shame won't come knockin' at our door.
I've a feeling in my heart and it's crushing all my hopes,
I think I'm gonna be hurt some more,
Oh, I was born with the name Geraldine,
With hair coal black as a raven.
I travelled my life without a care,
Ah, but all my love I was savin'.
I love this song, it goes with "Advice to Geraldine on her Miscellaneous Birthday" by Dylan from 1964 Halloween performance at Carnegie Hall in NYC.
Only if you see it that way on your own Trip.
Apr 18 · 424
love returns a'drumming
Medusa Apr 18
you returned as you left
sure-foot fleet & elegant

black eyes see all and one
you always saw everything

perspectively right or wrong
we two were dangling

precipice arighted you
found us to be true

we won the day
Medusa Apr 18
When last we laughed
I was flush to your bluff
By necessity and nature

Joyful unto sky of gray

Comprehension is pain
Outran it far as possible
Truth is a rock, but they
Mapped it for me; ephemeral
Delicate as a piece of ancient
Poesy. No rosy-fingered dawn,
Nothing to write home about.

             * d *

You can’t get far on a sick nag
Fresh water, strong mind
On a narrow road, endless
Desert ahead

Where is your Masala?
Your final stand?
Don’t be some dead girl

            * a *

Let them win, there lies strength
If you can shut down need
You can win a life

            * d *

Just how far I went I’m not
Sure. Still finding castoffs
Pieces of salvage I can use now
Flush with hope, I can eat again

I can truly laugh
You were the one who
once laughed best
Silly as loons we were, so
maybe we could be

Possibility runs rampant
Through me
Shivering wet and wild

"Birds can't unchain from skyway"
You said that, remember,
But what if weighted regret
Claims us in this journey

Suddenly, so privately
A moment of recognition
Pure, behind our eyes

Right where I keep you
Where it's always you, Pop
Fully recognized, armored up
Tenderly on display to

Such hungry world
Apr 17 · 420
leaping gnomes
Medusa Apr 17
one of my daughters sat me down
yesterday and so patiently explained

Luna Girl is the Villain, mom
ok, look, the one you like
With the glittery hair?

mom stop talking.

there are Villains in here.

the one with all the moths around her?

she is a Villain.
she is Luna Girl.

so, humbled, a bit afraid for the three
of us now that Villains had been invoked

I became silent
kids are themselves - not cute, mostly real
Apr 16 · 608
Medusa Apr 16
If we wait too long we have only
Tomb thoughts to meet up to
Got nothing to say to you
On the other side

I wanna say it & learn it
On this side
Of the curtain
Please talk
Apr 12 · 326
End Game
Medusa Apr 12
I feel scared out of my
drafts file
Apr 12 · 233
Medusa Apr 12
if I could escape the river, crawl under
hide myself away until I heal enough
for travel

would you come to me
by silver shadow of tree

if your face is open like leaves
as I wander after your sadness
eating every bite of tears a roux
so deserved as to be dissolved

why do we still dance like demons
my shame, where has it gone?
shame came from other places
never from you, only joy

****** mysteries lie on the floor
unapologetically left to the tides
we died quietly, on a weekday

no one saw the corpses, we
forgot to obey, no more photos
now pointless the perps moan

staggering along dragging
limp notebook resentments
relentless as ever

time, the very best trickster
eventually won the game
smile to see with no surprise

love’s flag is still alive
believe in great possibility
Apr 8 · 73
Medusa Apr 8
Here we sit
Awake on a breathing wave
Of electricity running between us
Powering this sad country
Onwards and up
Time for another adventure

Nobody would blame us if
We just ducked out for a  few
Years in some safer idea

I see us wandering about
Inside our heads
Afraid to return home

Everybody knows who
& why, but it's getting
Dark out here
Apr 8 · 47
Medusa Apr 8
"******. Will I never be rid of that infernal woman?"  ****** snarled.

"Now, now, Mister ******. Mistress Medusa is only lookin' out for you. After all, you're only flesh and blood."

"And she's a primordial cosmic force. I get it."

Another sun sets on our lovers as the gods laugh. Y'all know how they love a good laugh.

"Ridiculum" copyright Johnny Noir and A. Wild 2018
"Ridiculum" copyright Johnny Noir and A. Wild
Apr 8 · 177
body runes
Medusa Apr 8
maybe you, only you, why not you
when you broke me open it worked
too well all the runes spilled out like
thirst onto wet blossoms nothing
could make me take it back

given in is a given when there is no body
here there is always a touch hinting at more it is your hands
it is your eyebrow it is just a passing river dream
of years now in a rock cleft where fingers can
explain one hand, one hand will become a life

still stuck clinging for no reason other than the love of
that perfection inside the frilled ridge
oyster to my lips a shell within my moist
center where nothing must be cast out
until ultimate description unites

darkness visible to my ***** imagination
there will I lie to call back possibilities
no longer tame, not ours perhaps yet
nothing stops my train on fire bursting
through all your darks at once

immediate remote altitude
love full of goat head stickers without
brakes until someone will explode into stars
before bewildered eyes who refuse to see
remember, or explain because they have gone

Apr 3 · 75
Medusa Apr 3
3 batZ got out of my attic
2nite & it hurt my head to admit:

I have loved only one man
well, it took years to see it
& he knows it, & we gotta
escape the parents & others

because we are worth more than gold
Apr 3 · 168
Love in a Golden Age
Medusa Apr 3
By mere threads do we meet and not lose sight
Of the ones we might have been fated to
Know in this Golden Age.

In this era people go without.
This is a time where magic is
Sunk under the Net of Social

Blame Tesla and his perfect radio.

Everything went in waves before
Waves after. But the ocean got left out.
The waves inside us were drowned out.

Too much static. Almost dogs, now, & deaf to ourselves.
We lose more ground by the day. Instead we tune in
Some non-station that not even radios can hear.

Hoping for tribal wisdom, we pray to media gods
Whose evil celebrity is more soulless than acid rain
Leaving us without real faces, totems hidden inside

Titanic mistakes where we hide it all
We've taught everything to hate, a closet
of goathead stickers and rotting VCR tapes

Don't unlock that door, that's the secret
Where I store my bad ideas, so leave it

I warned you twice.
Mar 1 · 80
Medusa Mar 1
under tundric ice he lay
i suddenly discovered him

as my raisin sharp
runners pulled sled
by the way

dead man?


alive, Miss Alice!
Mar 1 · 287
Medusa Mar 1
my true love is 30 gram paper
my pens are legion & strange

this oddball idea of writing
on a machine will die out

bless me, it 'twas   great good fun
yes? for every scratch o' the pen

gave me back more than I can

'ere  tell
Feb 19 · 140
a walk
Medusa Feb 19
we walked ‘neath a true moon
you talking and talking, fast, faster
we walked up hill, and around again

you are my favorite walking partner
everything so clear on your perfect face
under this moon with me

someday you will remember our
walks, from distant planet of age
but thank you, kid, for tonight

it meant the world to me
a long walk on a cold night with my son just before he got the throw ups tonight. . . Ahhh, childhood.
Feb 19 · 128
Deep in the Night
Medusa Feb 19
Vining fear comes creeping
In so late at night.
Hissing that I’m Not enough
That all the friends will leave us

I have enough love
to face this night
Out with doubt

All will be well once more.
Jan 19 · 1.6k
Medusa Jan 19
She’s a Super Hero in a pink cape
But her rages are real and I must
Take her tiny form quivering
In fury

As righteous as any giant
Striding the planet, feelings
Often more enormous
Shaped as children
Jan 19 · 178
sideways ideas
Medusa Jan 19
every great idea began as a silly notion
idle floating shapes across a freeform
endless mind
Jan 19 · 122
shake me
Medusa Jan 19
1 bright light shines
in 2 my murky eye
you beam 2 me, flashes
& harsh deep danger

4 me this planet wakes
shuddering, a memory
wish in fist, trawling
darkest future life
getting in touch
Dec 2018 · 317
In Love Becomes
Medusa Dec 2018
Once in love the World a mirror
Sensual and alive, no turning back
Each breeze caresses tender places

This planet reaches out to take me
Because you, my love, have gone
So all is well tonight, again

My every nerve is on fire
As if you were astride me
Yet only me and my mind

Dwell in these woods
Tonight, and this fire
Burns to coals

As I dream
Being in love becomes us
Dec 2018 · 56
Devil Inside <INXS>
Medusa Dec 2018
Here come the woman
With the look in her eye
Raised on leather
With flesh on her mind

Words as weapons
Sharper than knives
Makes you wonder how the other half die
How the other half die
Makes you wonder, wonder, wonder

Here come the man with the look in his eye
Fed on nothing but full of pride
Look at them go, look at them kick
Makes you wonder how the other half live

Devil inside
The devil inside
Every single one of us
The devil inside

Devil inside
Every single one of us
The devil inside

Here come the world
With the look in its eye
Future uncertain but certainly slight
Look at the faces listen to the bells
It's hard to believe we need a place called hell
A place called hell

The devil inside
The devil inside
Every single one of us
The devil inside

Devil inside
The devil inside
Every single one of us

Here comes the woman
With the look in her eye
She's raised on leather
With flesh on her mind
Words are weapons sharper than knives
Makes you wonder how the other half die

Devil inside
The devil inside
Every single one of us
The devil inside

Devil inside
Devil inside
Every single one of us
The devil inside

Devil inside
Devil inside
Every single one of us
The devil inside

Devil inside
Devil inside
Every single one of us
The devil inside

The devil inside
Yeah, yeah, yeah
The devil inside
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Songwriters: Michael Hutchence / Andrew Farriss
Devil Inside lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group
Dec 2018 · 282
my own personal jesus
Medusa Dec 2018
<devil inside>

It was quite a surprise. I wasn't expecting much, it's just a website for sharing stuff. So I shared. And I read some things and looked around awhile. And before I knew it there was this jesus guy asking me if I wanted to talk.

Of course I can't tell you what we talked about, don't be silly.

Later on he and I were getting to know each other better. Over many months, maybe a year. I liked jesus a lot. He seemed to be the only person I could really talk to and I'm Jewish, but he didn't care about that stuff at all. In fact, I didn't even know what jesus looked like.

We spent hours, like, I mean many nights we talk for hours on the phone, and I don't really have much use for the telephone.
This jesus guy, man, he's a lot of fun. He knows his stuff, I'm telling you. He can keep you entertained with his tales and his facts on any subject you mention. Maybe there’s some strange ideas running ‘round inside his head, but that’s what makes people worth listening to as far as I’m concerned. You wouldn’t wanna hear some of the crazy things I been through with my good friends way back when and that was just grade school.

So Jesus asked if I wanted to write a book with him. This was back in the early days of our acquaintance and I liked that idea right off.

So me an J started writing together and that was really great. We seemed to mesh pretty well. I started to, maybe, kinda get the religion thing then. I dunno. I began to understand it better. It’s hard to say where faith and love and friendship meet.

The crossroads is where I'm hanging out right now.

I'm waiting to get a chance to shove everyone out of my house and call up my man, Jesus, on the phone. He and I haven't talked for almost two weeks and it's like going to church, I miss it.

My faith is strong. My friendship is unyielding. My love is steadfast. Jesus and me, we got a good thing going.

We got very different ideas about things, but then again, we don’t need to argue either, get me?

Think I'll give Jesus a call right now.
Wonder what that scoundrel has been up to today?
Hey, Jesus? (He has so many nicknames, you prob call him something else, he likes "****** Bradley" and he always answers to "S.O.B.")  

Yeah, I always figured that Jesus probably had a great sense of humor, what with that hell of a Dad and all that. . . .

Yeah, me and my man, J, surprised the hell outta me, but we make a really great team.
Dec 2018 · 705
to see your face
Medusa Dec 2018
if you only knew
how I feel when I see
your face, the only one
I ever learned in a day

if you knew, then what?

the landmarks all there
but not my hand,
only your face
for a camera

if you knew my mind
as you seem to at times
what is left to say

but come & find some
way towards me
where I will be kneeling
in the desert at moonrise
and in the sea at sunset

facing towards where you last
walked away but having no
memory for that time

only new mind for more
it's a completely different
evolution for us

nothing is impossible
just this, in the dreamtime
Dec 2018 · 140
I Fight For
Medusa Dec 2018
a chance of us
Nov 2018 · 112
Medusa Nov 2018
"If mountains crumble to the sea
There would still be


~maybe Led Zeppelin, maybe somebody else
Nov 2018 · 407
Mystery Cult of Two
Medusa Nov 2018
ancient wars suffer our fate
never told well, never told true
oh love, where has truth gone?
like memory, and justice

long lost in dreams
no longer dreamed by me
known deeply to you

perhaps only you
wishing it were both
of us together once more

ancient wars suffer
a fate like lovers
the past will never
be quite known

a mystery cult of time
long gone, a mystery cult
of two, only two

love: a mystery cult
of me & you
Medusa Nov 2018
"Mystery Cult of Two" by Medusa  (in translation)

<this is Modern Greek, transliterated so that I can study, but it is my own original poem>

oi archaíoi pólemoi ypoféroun apó ti moíra mas
poté den eípa kalá, poté den eípa alítheia
O, i agápi mou, poú échei páei i alítheia?
ópos ti mními kai ti dikaiosýni

pou chánetai sta óneira
den oneirevómoun pléon apó ména
gnostó vathiá se sas

móno eseís, epithymóntas kai oi dýo
mazí mas gia álli mia forá

oi archaíoi pólemoi ypoféroun
mia moíra san erastés
to parelthón den tha gínei poté
na eínai arketá gností

mia mystiriódi latreía tou chrónou
makriá, mia latreía mystiríou
dýo, móno dýo

agápi: mia latreía mystiríou
tou eaftoú mou
Poetry as study guide, seems to be working for me.
This poem is sincere, and also helping me re-learn my Greek.
Nov 2018 · 201
Blood on Snow
Medusa Nov 2018
Wanting more and more
Got me here, where

All I can see is deep red blood
Splashed on pure white snow

A vague sense of guilt,
Sudden revelation:

I did this! I caused this wreckage
I am to blame. I am the Murderess.

It grows late tonight.
Nothing much going

All I want to do is get out and
Splash the walls, paint the town

nothing really personal, just ripper thoughts
Nov 2018 · 159
Stone Wild
Medusa Nov 2018
Yeah, sometimes the gang
They call me that name.
Just a name.
Nov 2018 · 366
Hey, Man
Medusa Nov 2018
Hey Man
You got me
Like You Always
Had me

It must be written in Stone.
Medusa Oct 2018
She will be any other reward. Therefore, ||
it is a woman. Greece, Italy (USA) 20,
2018 (62) 12, 100, 100

|| This is the most important thing in the world ||

External shadows in the same areas,
except for the soft golden bright and colorful.
Then landing for the first time Poets
and one if you cannot wait to stay the bird,

~J Noir
All the above is quoted and none of the above is mine
Medusa Oct 2018
<google translate just messed this up so badly that I had to put my real translation here, because even google gets it wrong sometimes>

You, you and you alone in this world
You who know me so naked and know me
Not as well as I wish we knew ourselves together

I will see you again soon I feel this
You feel this we know this
this is knowing in the blood
under the moon, close to the river

where I dreamed of finding you
so many  years ago, my love

will you row this boat across the river?
someday we will have to let go of these dreams
but I will never let go without showing you all of my love

all of my love
bone deep to my palm
all of your love
where the x marks the spot

time is a circle that eats itself
knows nothing but hunger and longing
the days pass us by as they did before

we are better than that now
I want to crown my years
with something that feels a whole lot

a whole lot like you
ay ay ay ay ay ay
a whole lot like you

my years come falling down on me

years touch and go away
they have so much to say
so many dreams that never
were put into words

you remain
you remain
you remain
this is about being thankful with a side of hope, nothing translates perfectly
Oct 2018 · 864
Cerca Del Rio
Medusa Oct 2018
Tu y tu solo en este mundo
Tu y me conoces tan desnuda y me conoces
no tan bien como me gustaría que sabíamos nosotros solos

Te veré de nuevo pronto siento esto
Sientes esto, lo sabemos
esto es saber en la sangre
bajo la luna, cerca del rio

donde soñé con encontrarte
hace tantos años mi amor

¿remarás este bote a través del río?
Algún día tendremos que dejar de lado estos sueños.
Pero nunca the dejaré ir sin mostrarte todo mi amor

todo mi amor
hueso profundo a mi palma
todo tu amor
donde la x marca el lugar

Tiempo es un círculo que se come a sí mismo
no sabe nada más que hambre y anhelo
Los días nos pasan como antes

somos mejores que eso ahora
quiero coronar mis años
con algo que se siente mucho

mucho como tú
ai ai ai ai ai
mucho como tú

mis años vienen cayendo sobre mí

años tocan y se van
tienen mucho que decir
tantos sueños que nunca
fueron puestos en palabras

te quedas
te quedas
te quedas

written by  Medusa
This is a punk Spanish love poem.
Oct 2018 · 1.2k
Stone, the Gardener
Medusa Oct 2018
No Garden awaits here, I am Stone
You are Water, so We are lost
Gardener: tend my arid places

Hope for me when I have nothing
Be my Rock to future flowers

Maybe there are none left me
Masada palaced and unplaced
Our longest dreams of lions

Now is now, a furled fist
Behind my back and seen
Not at all and never again
So it never happened, we all


Read Me all the Poemes You Fynde
My Rising shall Be just to Hande
I Arise to Illustrate Your Care

Earn thus Existential Tendril
Iambic grace, Rarest remonstrance
Pentameters helplessly Entwine
Willow so Willing to Your taste

I will take your hand
Lead you far and a-

A great song eats strange hours
Horses know, wielding such power
A-stamping and snorting
Horses born crazy, now bending tame
Never underestimate planetary power
To lay you to ground

Sleeping, a runaway,
One changling thing who clings
Inside sweat-soaked dream burrows
No evasion, no escape

In such wild grown tall goddess
Places, clinging to a broken bit
A knuckle’s worth of bitter
Traded for a kiss

All is well
Love song/war tale
A bit of an experiment in experience.
Medusa Oct 2018
How vainly men themselves amaze
To win the palm, the oak, or bays,
And their uncessant labours see
Crown’d from some single herb or tree,
Whose short and narrow verged shade
Does prudently their toils upbraid;
While all flow’rs and all trees do close
To weave the garlands of repose.

Fair Quiet, have I found thee here,
And Innocence, thy sister dear!
Mistaken long, I sought you then
In busy companies of men;
Your sacred plants, if here below,
Only among the plants will grow.
Society is all but rude,
To this delicious solitude.

No white nor red was ever seen
So am’rous as this lovely green.
Fond lovers, cruel as their flame,
Cut in these trees their mistress’ name;
Little, alas, they know or heed
How far these beauties hers exceed!
Fair trees! wheres’e’er your barks I wound,
No name shall but your own be found.

When we have run our passion’s heat,
Love hither makes his best retreat.
The gods, that mortal beauty chase,
Still in a tree did end their race:
Apollo hunted Daphne so,
Only that she might laurel grow;
And Pan did after Syrinx speed,
Not as a nymph, but for a reed.

What wond’rous life in this I lead!
Ripe apples drop about my head;
The luscious clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons as I pass,
Ensnar’d with flow’rs, I fall on grass.

Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less,
Withdraws into its happiness;
The mind, that ocean where each kind
Does straight its own resemblance find,
Yet it creates, transcending these,
Far other worlds, and other seas;
Annihilating all that’s made
To a green thought in a green shade.

Here at the fountain’s sliding foot,
Or at some fruit tree’s mossy root,
Casting the body’s vest aside,
My soul into the boughs does glide;
There like a bird it sits and sings,
Then whets, and combs its silver wings;
And, till prepar’d for longer flight,
Waves in its plumes the various light.

Such was that happy garden-state,
While man there walk’d without a mate;
After a place so pure and sweet,
What other help could yet be meet!
But ’twas beyond a mortal’s share
To wander solitary there:
Two paradises ’twere in one
To live in paradise alone.

How well the skillful gard’ner drew
Of flow’rs and herbs this dial new,
Where from above the milder sun
Does through a fragrant zodiac run;
And as it works, th’ industrious bee
Computes its time as well as we.
How could such sweet and wholesome hours
Be reckon’d but with herbs and flow’rs!
How doth I love thee Marvell? Like a Childe of sixteen? No. I love thee as growne Man no  matter what thou were. Because in my minde this is what thee always were as this is minde to minde elliptical configurations..
Medusa Oct 2018
My love is of a birth as rare
As ’tis for object strange and high;
It was begotten by Despair
Upon Impossibility.

Magnanimous Despair alone
Could show me so divine a thing
Where feeble Hope could ne’er have flown,
But vainly flapp’d its tinsel wing.

And yet I quickly might arrive
Where my extended soul is fixt,
But Fate does iron wedges drive,
And always crowds itself betwixt.

For Fate with jealous eye does see
Two perfect loves, nor lets them close;
Their union would her ruin be,
And her tyrannic pow’r depose.

And therefore her decrees of steel
Us as the distant poles have plac’d,
(Though love’s whole world on us doth wheel)
Not by themselves to be embrac’d;

Unless the giddy heaven fall,
And earth some new convulsion tear;
And, us to join, the world should all
Be cramp’d into a planisphere.

As lines, so loves oblique may well
Themselves in every angle greet;
But ours so truly parallel,
Though infinite, can never meet.

Therefore the love which us doth bind,
But Fate so enviously debars,
Is the conjunction of the mind,
And opposition of the stars.
Some of you know exactly what I love here
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