Mockingbird: Favorites

Jul 2013 Mockingbird

st64

in purple haze of reverie, the gentle visitor came
beckoning kindly…come, come to
our V I R I D I A N world* . . .

1.
On our cerulean sphere
You need have no query, nor fear
We open our non-gravity planet to guests
Even unlikely earthlings who pass the simplest flaxen-test.

2.
Much less needed, we bedaub
Our flavescent lava-vision, going beyond the orb
Mild kaleidoscopic fandango-swirls is our mossy cyan-matter
Triplet-hue colours felt only by the revered and well-known mad Hatter.

3.
To let you in on the cosmic-latte ripple
Our flowers range from acid-green to African purple
Blast-off bronze flora dance-blaze in burnt sienna fields
Alabama crimson rocks and aureolin skies over anti-flash white seas.

4.
We confabul8 with deer, breezes, plumes
Such creatures roam free, for we do not consume
As slumber befalls us not, you wonder how we spend time
Frolic in universal peace; to welcome home stars as our rhyme.

you are so welcomed, celestial guest
Vortexiamus awaits
only
you

S T, 28 july 2013

A rare rhymed piece (with one deliber8 break :)
So much (time) lost … so much can be gained … in silent seeking.

Sub-entry: THE SEEKER – The Who

Writer: P. Townshend

I've looked under chairs
I've looked under tables
I've tried to find the key
To fifty million fables

They call me 'The Seeker'
I've been searching low and high
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die

I asked Bobby Dylan
I asked The Beatles
I asked Timothy Leary
But he couldn't help me either

They call me 'The Seeker'
I've been searching low and high
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die

People tend to hate me
'Cause I never smile
As I ransack their homes
They wanna shake my hand

Focusing on nowhere
Investigating miles
I'm a seeker
I'm a really desperate man

I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die

I learned how to raise my voice in anger
Yeah, but look at my face, ain't this a smile?
I'm happy when life's good and when it's bad I cry
I've got values, but I don't know how or why

I'm looking for me
You're looking for you
We're looking in at each other
And we don't know what to do

They call me 'The Seeker'
I've been searching low and high
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die

I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XrO4_nyamZs

Jul 2013 Mockingbird

harden my heart

Jul 2013 Mockingbird

Hannah Turner

harden my heart

Maybe if I would try harder someone would love me.
Maybe if I put on make-up and wore cute clothes people would notice me.
But even then, I don’t think I can shake off the ghost I’ve become.
Oh how I wish I could turn my heart to stone.
To freeze over its overpowering desires and become as hard and cold as a statue.
Because the pain of rejection and loneliness is not worth the idea of love.
Harden my heart, make me numb to it all-
because the constant drag of trying and failing, wanting but not receiving, praying with no answers.. is tearing me apart.

Jul 2013 Mockingbird

Here's to you. Here's to me.

Jul 2013 Mockingbird

Hannah Turner

Here's to you. Here's to me.

Here’s to the girls who have so much to give and no one to give it to.
The ones who spent their freshmen homecoming crying under a table.
The ones who take pills everyday praying it will take the pain away.

The girls who went through high school invisible
and the ones that are still trying to heal from that.
Here’s to the girls that have scars on their skin and even deeper ones on their heart.
Here’s to the tears that have become all too familiar.
Here’s to the endless nights, ragged breathing, and bloodshot eyes.

Here’s to the girls who know pain,
who have been through it all yet still choose to have a soft heart.
The girls that still chose to fill their lungs with air.

Here’s to the girls who haven’t given up.
The girls who have hope that burns in their souls and shines in even the darkest of nights.

Here’s to you. Here’s to me.

Jul 2013 Mockingbird

(apostrophe's cost)

Jul 2013 Mockingbird

st64

(apostrophe's cost)

the cost
of
'a post-strophe fee'
is a pouted heart
placed in parentheses

(yet still on that ledge:)

1.
like the tail of a kite
caught on a wire
or high branch of a tree
waiting to be eased off
and breezed out
free
it hangs upside down
seeing *'everything'
tipsy-style
as its force is slow-drained

2.
this apostrophe
is
the mere tail-end
of a dragon
(in a pit of exhaustion)
dragged in deepest-red ink
leaving an inimitable trail
with emphasis on sincerest care

brackets are just (two curves)
which jealously guard
all what lies inside
while giving so much
love in indivisible power-curls

3.
better to
let nature runs its course
of rivers flowing
and wild winds
while beetles walk on stones
yet
while trying to make a mark
with missives in the sand
the waves make sure
to wash them all away

best then
to let know
in this now
that some things never die
(it's enough for veracity to flap its weary wings)

4.
flee then
this finest core-duel likely
there's always..maybe
the next now

(all the previous
were not quite squandered
in cold flight
but unexpected loss)

and
no use hiding from one's (own) shadow
for kites will take off
and fly high
in the sun
where shadows have no place to hide

futile wondering
if it really
(has to)
spell
catastrophe

it does not

(it really does not :)

S T. Saturday. 27 July 2013

love gentle breezes.. spelling serenity and whispered kindness on its breathe while being the hopeful envoy of waxless love.

sub-entry: 'Fool To Cry'

Songwriters: Jagger, **** / Richards, Keith

When I come home baby
And I've been working all night long
I put my daughter on my knee, and she say
Daddy, what's wrong?
I put my head on her shoulder
She whispers in my ear so sweet
You know what she says?

Daddy, you're a fool to cry
You're a fool to cry
And it makes me wonder why.

Jul 2013 Mockingbird

you remind me of beautiful things

Jul 2013 Mockingbird

Miriam

you remind me of beautiful things

pay attention
to the slow sunrise
in the mornings

that's how i feel
whenever you look at me.

Jul 2013 Mockingbird

Take the wheel

Jul 2013 Mockingbird

Nuala Woods

Take the wheel

When is it time?
Time to go, or time to be happy.
You tell me, the only times I'm happy are when I'm with you.
But the feelings aren't mutual, so what are they?
How can you act one way, but feel a different way?
So tell me, make me happy or break my already broken heart.
My feelings are in your hands, so take the wheel and make up your mind.

Jul 2013 Mockingbird

Teej-light

Jul 2013 Mockingbird

st64

Teej-light

soft blonde curls around you
like a halo
warmest smiles one could ever know
from the heart

You said in your elephant grass poem
“peace is less than me
and more than you
but we are almost free”

I find it hard to accept
such bright light snuffed out
so soon

May your light shine on
Sweet Masikani
Teej-light is sorely missed here

will see you
in the stars one day*

S T, 26 July 2013

I’m so deeply saddened by this news… I really wish it were not true.
(inside, I'm screaming\ no, no, nooooooo)

I will always miss you, teej…..always.
Shine on, bright star..

http://hellopoetry.com/-masikanicrocodile/

Ólafur Arnalds - And They Have Escaped The Weight Of Darkness

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KRrX80qdaTI&feature;=youtu.be