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Jul 2013 wanderer

Mike Hauser

Say, can you hear it...the sound of silence
Spoken of by poets before our time
Sung in song to the masses
Given meaning inside the rhyme

I take it in...the sound of silence
And give to it a needed home
Away from the noise of this generation
A place that it can call its own

It whispers thanks...the sound of silence
Then goes and sleeps off in a corner
Where it is the sound of silence
Can't be bothered anymore

Jul 2013 wanderer

Beginning of the end

Jul 2013 wanderer

Ting-Jun

Beginning of the end

I pick fights with people,
because as Albert Camus said,
"to feel absolutely right
is the beginning of
the end"
and I'd rather have you angry
for awhile
than have you gone
for the rest of my life.

No one told me though,
that constant fighting
only ends in pushing everyone away.

But without the crashing waves
or turbulent winds,
we wouldn't be the ocean we are -
breaking boundaries and pushing limits
and finally finding
where we belong
and who we are.

Jul 2013 wanderer

visions and options

Jul 2013 wanderer

st64

visions and options

blinded by startling light,
can one really
see?

mild visions sitting in the dark corners
of shame
strong options flying about
in wild abandon
demanding resentful attention
no epiphany on the steep edge of nerves
just constant and silent grating
escalating the fatalistic complexion
of old wounds
seeping through the rotten bandage
of sickening pretense
rank blood-clots scream such fine expletives
your curling toes may not cope with

which one is chosen..?
dual visions
of life and death
opponents on the same board
no coercion in choice
neither works solo
third option hides
beneath the burning scales of judgment

live through life and death
cut through the slices
of pain
even serrated wedges are better managed
than large edifices

yes, far better to
CRE8 options
than swallow the superb crap that Life shoves
just, who in hell said:
there's only one way...

visions can be
overturned*

S T, 9 July 2013

now, see here: have a jolly time, man.

irony: how we fear options, even when they gloriously exist!

sun-entry: "light of the moon"

live
by the light of the moon

afore ye know it:
without any ceremony
you'll just nod off
for good
then, nicely
they'll try to wash the death-stink off you
and carry you off ...
roll you in some rosed-up rags and
maybe cover you in some splinters of wood
dump you in some deep hole
where they'll scatter some sad words
over your sorry carcass
saline petals, maybe
and think of you
once a year

hence:
to live FULLY by the light
of
the moon..
gotta be
worth living for

(fear not that
that moon will shine
on that patch of ground
anyway :)

Jul 2013 wanderer

worse to worst

Jul 2013 wanderer

Ting-Jun

worse to worst

Don’t dance with the faeries,
don’t trust in half-truths.
They’ll leave you broken.
A beautifully shattered mirror.

Don’t deal with the devil,
don’t trust in promises.
They’ll leave you falling.
An innocent child turned renegade.

Don’t sing with the sirens,
don’t trust in lulling songs.
They’ll leave you gasping.
A soul burnt to the ocean floor.

Don’t believe in anybody,
don’t listen to practiced lies.
They’ll leave you bleeding.
They’ll leave you broken,
falling,

gasping.

**We are the worst of all creations.
We destroy all that has been made.

Jun 2013 wanderer

Falling, crashing

Jun 2013 wanderer

Ting-Jun

Falling, crashing

I never told you
but I fell in love with you
not just once,
but many, many times.

The first time
was when you told me:
"You have me. You don't have to be alone anymore",
and I smiled so hard
my cheeks ached for days
(the same way my heart did when we weren't together)

I last fell for you
when you told me for the final time
(although we didn't know it then):
"I love you, always".
Except this time as I plummeted downwards
you weren't there to catch me
because you had wandered elsewhere.

Jun 2013 wanderer

Untitled

Jun 2013 wanderer

Plain Jane Glory

Untitled

I've found,
poetry is more beautiful
when your soul is shaken up
when you're on the verge of tears
when you're reading it slowly
with an aching heart,
holding out your hand
saying,

"Let's be broken together"

Jun 2013 wanderer

Out of the Collective

Jun 2013 wanderer

st64

Out of the Collective

I died before I was born
And I cried when you slipped away....

Chorus:
We didn't know it, but we felt it
We didn't know, yet we felt it
We didn't know it, then we felt it
And when we felt it, then we knew
Oh, we knew
Yes, we knew....

Let's slip outta this time, back into the collective
Let's slip outta this time, back into the colle-ective!

So long ago, together in the nebulae
Had we passed each other then, bonding in spirit?
'Cause I felt myself dying, when you were born
When you slipped out of the conscious collective.....into the human race.

Refrain:
Here, where there's no time, but when it came
There came the wait...oh, and the weight
For, in slipping out of the collective, distracting the soul
You slipped away from me, till we met again.

And so, we're no longer out of the collective....

S T, 6 June 2013

Written so long ago.

Inspired partly by "A Brave New World" by Aldous Huxley...and The Outer Limits.

I enjoy reading and movies, sci-fi and overcoming improbability ..... amongst other things :)

sub-entry:

'no poet'

yes, no poet stands here in this place
just a tryer, passing off colourful words
into sepia images
no longer feeling so desperate to prove
oh, it really matters no more...

..no poet stands here
upon the appointed hour, bird flies
like a built-in metronome abides
the call to destiny is made...

stepping out yet still there
alone now, the breeze now opens
felt is...an unbroken flow

come, please .....take me hand

:)

Jun 2013 wanderer

Love's Duality

Jun 2013 wanderer

Liam

Love's Duality

tempestuous heartache
   & sundried tears
exhaled whispers
   & combustible caresses

unilateral monogamy
   & bipolar love
singular sensations
   & conjoined sensuality

degrading hopelessness
   & elevated vulnerability
decelerated time
   & soaring spirituality