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 Mar 2013 arham
Cassie Wight
My God, my Lord, my Puppeteer,
Our ten strings begin to fray.
I’ve crossed and crumbled many times, I fear,
Your voice sounding further and farther away
You leave me live on your foggy land,
but have forgotten that I exist.
Once I stopped grasping for your transparent hand,
Christ! I flew into an abyss:
If sin is death then how do martyrs fall?
By sharing the air with ***** lungs?
Peace and war, Apollonian brawl,
Virtues preach through lustful tongues.
An overheard conversation between Yin and Yang,
In my own mind, God’s voice gently sang.
 Mar 2013 arham
Cassie Wight
I like being underwater because it reminds me
of a different world.
Like the rim of the atmosphere, or the inside of a womb
where everything is slippery, even the past, and all
I can remember is the air in my lungs.

I like being underwater because it reminds me
of when you held me above the water as a child
that time we walked too far past the ******* and could no longer touch.
You hoisted me up on the hips that birthed me and  
beatering your legs you struggled, your hairline trimming the surface
so I could breathe.  And when we finally swam back onto the ridge you panted to the rhythm of the waves.  Looked down at me and smiled,
“That was fun, wasn’t it?”

Fingers interlocked on the way home down the beach, where
bare feet walk on wet handlebars in the morning and footprints are flooded at night by the moon.  The ability to erase but mostly

I like being underwater because I am made of water. And so are you.
And the ocean surrounds me with the salt of your last breath
felt stroking my cheek with weak, small hands waving goodbye.  

You were so small and
the water is so big, yet when I’m under,
all I feel is you.
 Mar 2013 arham
st64
Behind me
 Mar 2013 arham
st64
Walk thee behind me, woman
Cast down thine eyes; thy mind
Deposit thy wealth in my account
Pay a penny at this coast of mine.

Moonlighting is imperative to survive
Veil thy face and hide thy tongue
Do obey my word upon thy ear
Bother not with thoughts at all, *****....

Seek not a soul to assuage thy pain
Fall upon me in eternal gratitude
I grant you the wherewithal for my pleasure
And always behind me, thy feet shall be.



Star Toucher, 20 March 2013
Sad state of affairs in the world we live in...
Hard to believe that we're in 2013 !
:(
 Mar 2013 arham
st64
Chill
 Mar 2013 arham
st64
Can I have a crystal-clear hour?
Please give me the gift of warmth...

Why do I feel as if I were two people
Oh, why do I feel as if I were two people?
At once rotten...and then, heaven-high
At once so rotten and then, heaven-hi-igh!


Could we unwrap a little bit of happiness?
Would you pour us a tiny tot of tenderness?

Why do I feel as if I were two people
Oh, why do I feel as if I were two people?
At once rotten...and then, heaven-high
At once so rotten and then, heaven-hi-igh!



Chorus:
Why won't you, and only you....follow me
Why won't you, and only you-ooh...follow love?
Why can't we....yes, only we-eeh follow love?
How is it that you're so sure to be carried along?
That may be your supreme gift, but only part of it.
Just erase the chill, put reality in pure starlight.


Refrain:
Suppose you wouldn't speak with me
So we skirt around issues, so close, can't cope
Can we ever pierce this stubborn membrane of confusion?
And not hesitate to take that steep road together?

Are we too involved ....to see the picture?
Gotta defy that slow chill....
To thaw, to release, to be someone else now.
Free.
Don't wanna know that.
Suspect it's too alone.

Gotta break down that wall, gotta thaw that chill
Really gotta explode into life - E R U P T ! !
Yeah, gotta burn that chill !


Star Toucher, 18 March 2013
Make no mistake:
Miscommunication leads to confusion, when ego is well-fed.

Drop-tuned song written in 2009.
 Mar 2013 arham
st64
Sort lost thoughts;

Yet find

Dangling want o'er mind's lip.





Star Toucher, 11 March 2013
(First attempt at ten words.
Gosh, it's not so easy!
Please have mercy?  :)
 Mar 2013 arham
st64
Don't grow so fast, little one
You've so much to see and do
But take your time....your time and enjoy
And love the little moments in-between.

Run and play and s-i-ing with joy
Don't join the queue of  Life too soon
But take your time....your time and enjoy
And love the little moments in-between.


CHORUS
Bedtime songs will end on a day
When you no longer feel the need
But hugs and tugs will always be there
These are the precious moments in-between.

So sail your ships and build your dreams
Paint your pirate face and ri-i-ide your horse
But take your time....your time and enjoy
And love the little moments in-between.


Refrain
Your steps will take where you wanna be
And then, you'll be grown
And all your pictures drawn on the walls are the best treasures
And all your words so very funny
Are safely tucked away......in my heart.




Star Toucher, 14 March 2013
A touch of nostalgia for the beauty of innocence in the eyes of my youngest child, who as a 5-year-old then, used to enjoy organic playtime . . . .
Written in 2007.

Everything must pass.
 Mar 2013 arham
st64
Dab, soak
Scrub out blue.
Who wants
A bleached soul?


Star Toucher, 15 March 2013
Some stains can add character...like a spackeled ceiling yielding pretty patterns for the open mind.
And...there's colour in a rainbow :)
 Mar 2013 arham
st64
Birdsong
 Mar 2013 arham
st64
Lost in reverie
Of being with you
So far and yet, so close
No good wishing for what can't.

Hope in words
To redeem found spark
Never assume, always ask
Can't ever know what reward awaits.

So, lark some more
By window ajar, lovebirds
Flutter onward with affection
Whose depth can be but felt in song.



Star Toucher,  22 March 2013
To anyone who's ever felt the futility of a hopeless situation...and yet still hopes, in spite of it!
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