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Jul 2013 Vijayalakshmi Harish

Days

Jul 2013 Vijayalakshmi Harish

CA Guilfoyle

Days

Days were like honey, even sweeter than golden suns
you were laughing in rainbows - colorfully ever undone
dancing in meadows, and mornings
to bloom again

Your eyes of silver spun light, did shine
flashes of soul, glowing pieces of amber nights
Voices of angels sang you to sleep in peace

Remembering all the places you've ever felt love
with letters in boxes you've looked upon

Days are just pages, they burn into ashes that blow in the wind
all of these days, where do they
begin and end?

Jul 2013 Vijayalakshmi Harish

Dance of the poppies

Jul 2013 Vijayalakshmi Harish

st64

Dance of the poppies

constant flow...

Throwing back its strong stem
Head into the wild wind
Releasing progeny
Whirling round
All in a blur

how sweet that dance of the poppies

See them fly
In all directions
Calyx empties itself
In freeze-frame video clip
Of what really needs to be set free

constant streaming
of
sunlight*

S T, 17 July 2013

nothing like cross-pollination ...to set the ball rolling :)

nature will dictate the pace ...as rivers continue to flow
sometimes breaking banks and forging new paths
yet
always flowing :)

Sub-entry: ‘Sister Golden Hair’ - America

Songwriters: BECKLEY, GERRY

Well I tried to make it Sunday, but I got so **** depressed
That I set my sights on Monday and I got myself undressed
I ain't ready for the altar but I do agree there's times
When a woman sure can be a friend of mine

Well, I keep on thinkin' 'bout you, Sister Golden Hair surprise
And I just can't live without you; can't you see it in my eyes?
I been one poor correspondent, and I been too, too hard to find
But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind

Will you meet me in the middle, will you meet me in the air?
Will you love me just a little, just enough to show you care?
Well I tried to fake it, I don't mind sayin', I just can't make it

Well, I keep on thinkin' 'bout you, Sister Golden Hair surprise
And I just can't live without you; can't you see it in my eyes?
Now I been one poor correspondent, and I been too, too hard to find
But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind

Will you meet me in the middle, will you meet me in the air?
Will you love me just a little, just enough to show you care?
Well I tried to fake it, I don't mind sayin', I just can't make it

Doo *** doo *** ...

Jul 2013 Vijayalakshmi Harish

You Wanted the Truth, Your Bags Are By the Door

Jul 2013 Vijayalakshmi Harish

Nicole

You Wanted the Truth, Your Bags Are By the Door

I'm sorry that I'm not sorry
That I can't love someone who's caused me so much pain.
You ask that the bad out weighs the good,
But you really have no idea.
You have no clue as to how many deep seeded problems I have,
How many issues that could have been avoided,
If you could have just picked me.
If you could have seen the life slipping out of your daughter,
The pain every day brought;
It was deep and kept burrowing,
Deeper and deeper.
Into not just my body but my soul.
Now I pay for it with anxiety
With violence
And don't forget the depression.
But it wasn't my fault right?
Not my fault that I can't break these bad habits she burned into me?
The borderline eating disorder
And the inability for any emotional stability.
So they wonder why I can't let people in.
Hell even I questioned it.
But then I realized,
That in those 5 years of hell,
Wanting to take my life at the age of 12,
I stood on my own.
And I fought my battles without help from ANYONE.
So how can I change that now;
Convince myself that things have changed,
That I'm allowed to be weak for a little bit?
I'm going to fight for this,
Until I'm my own person again.
And I will NEVER be like you,
Or her,
I'd sooner take my own life than to witness that result.

Finally let some of this out..I guess it's too hard to explain. Just a ******* up family and not any better now even though that's the way it looks. Then again it never really looked bad in the first place did it. Never left any bruises, no proof. But memories never die.

Jul 2013 Vijayalakshmi Harish

Delirium

Jul 2013 Vijayalakshmi Harish

Darbi Alise Howe

Delirium

To you, I owe each sleepless night
 Which I pay by every turn and toss
 Until morning drags her violet light
 To collect my dues, each hour’s loss
 This is not something that I resent
 I have found delirium to be a pleasure
 As the only things dreams can present
 Are fleeting moments, a frantic measure
 I know we spent at least three days
 As slaves to desire, instead of rest
 With crimson eyes, a rosy craze
 And even passion had confessed- 
That she grew exhausted, and so she left
 Yet still our bodies found each other
 Knowing her absence was no theft 
For the true criminal was another 
A crueler kind-his name is Time 
And it seemed as though a second spent
 Brought upon the cathedral’s chime
 If only to remind us of our rent
 Late again, and again it’s due
 But he had taken our every cent 
I will never regret giving me for you
 For sleepless nights is all it meant

Jul 2013 Vijayalakshmi Harish

A Miserable Mind

Jul 2013 Vijayalakshmi Harish

Me

A Miserable Mind

Someone wrote down:

Je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées
Triste, et pour moi le jour sera comme la nuit...

Sad, and for me the day will be just like the night

so, tell me now, why would I fight for this?
Why should I-
Tell me I'm not right
and I will moan no longer

I cannot hear you now,
that means you are not here to tell me
that this time I have to be stronger
that I rely on no one but myself
that *this time there is no great tree
of life-

no riddle that, when solved, divides no more
those two who see the world
with different eyes

no divine twist that flies
right in the line of fire

no sublime turn -
no;
nothing to admire
in the end

*But that someone stopped writing then,
so as to mend his wounds.

*2nd and 3rd line stolen!

Jul 2013 Vijayalakshmi Harish

The Story-Teller

Jul 2013 Vijayalakshmi Harish

John F McCullagh

The Story-Teller

When I was young,
and bedtime loomed,
my Father used to read to me;
stories from a wondrous book.
A Book that he alone could see.

From memory he'd recite poems
or tell of heroes doughty deeds.
Those stories shaped my mind and heart
as much as any faith or creed.

They were, of course,
the tales he'd heard
when mother had
sung him to sleep.
Stories run deep in our blood
the only treasures we can keep.

Jul 2013 Vijayalakshmi Harish

And Ennui Go...

Jul 2013 Vijayalakshmi Harish

Third Eye Candy

And Ennui Go...

And Ennui Go...
our curmudgeon's malaise is strapped to an anvil cloud of distinct mist. He trundles through the eye of a needle in his Eye. He blinks when God says " Nothing ". And the choir in his soul is late for rehearsal every minute of the daze. our curmudgeon's malaise is strapped to an anvil cloud if distinct mist. He trundles through the eye of a needle in his Eye. He blinks when God says " Nothing ". And the choir in his soul is late for rehearsal every minute of the daze.

Jul 2013 Vijayalakshmi Harish

make love and bandit

Jul 2013 Vijayalakshmi Harish

Third Eye Candy

make love and bandit

your feet tread the sands of an hourglass at the last minute
blazing ephemeral across the hot coals
of lost moments. doting on the soul in the rack. kissing the wrinkles
in Time's brow.

make love and bandit. now is the why. your balloon's addicted to helium and your grace.
choose the hard stars to look at. but be thankful of your love, now blind.