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"acoustically" poems
Night, and there is nothing more fragile than this fever, an opus of guitars swelling with song and water, fluent as the nocturnes are tuned to the lower scale and strings vibrate deep within the marrow as they ascend, the soul blowing glass, and filling the lungs with a long slow taper of light, streaming as fingers are brought to bear on frets covered in hoarfrost, and stray hair is pushed back from countenance, to reveal the fractions of fire caught upon iris there come slow indulgences, and forgotten things, to twine the body in banners of winter silk, scarves about the wrists, roped in tethers and these feathers of night-blooming jasmine hang in long strands of pearl, from my temple, teal threads of opal and heather braids twine the tone, the time is not all poems upon a blank page or songs to coo the concert of souls muted in chambers acoustically formed of minutes, stolen in a glance, at glimpse of skin or the tender touch of cheek as eyes brim soul-filled to overflow, nocturnal blends the silent pause between movements upon a page where there is room for words, though never found ,but in gesture and margin's note that lays soft upon the tongue, behind lips suited for sighs these lost manuscripts begin a long hand of notes held whole Let the music play again, its plea, eternal, my love, please do not forget how to preserve me, for this is night, and it is fragile....
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Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 6:54 AM UTC
Nocturne:
Beech trees like cathedral pillars soar To vaulted ceilings oozing dapple-green, Where twinkling sunlight, filtering to the floor Dilutes the dusky darkness in between. A concert hall, acoustically tuned To amplify each tremorous touch of stick On wood, where silent magic is cocooned, Responding to the scuffled tap and tick From scrunching undergrowth, where dusty death And dried decay seep back to nature’s store, To resuscitate with pungent earthy breath The spirit of the leafy forest floor.
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Mar 21, 2011
Mar 21, 2011 at 3:14 AM UTC
Sanctuary Wood
I like the way she holds my arm when walking… up high, under the shoulder, firm grasp on muscle, feeling the blood beat acoustically, in joy, sensually sensing a thrumming thrombosis messaging, this is a full bodied animation, liquid life, “strong to drink” “strength to break off pieces and keep,” a supporting mutuel pillar column post, given, taken, entrapped, enwrapped, ensnared, and enshrined, mighty fine feeling “indeed” pieces to mine, pieces of mine her taking is acceptable my taking reciprocal for her needs fulfill, I, walk taller, straighter, in fuller strides, and when she stumbles in the obstacle course of nyc crack-ed sidewalkslop, her whoosh of breath expelled when saved by the arm firmament, goes unremarked, for this is my purposed occupation and the occlusion of our skin cells in tight bandwidth is certification that our love is so much more than mere skin deep, or as she so oft summarizes, life is, “indeed,” or in deed. olp
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Mar 22, 2024
Mar 22, 2024 at 11:21 PM UTC
I like the way she holds my arm when walking...
Every girl needs that one special someone in her life. She needs someone to tell her she is not only **** but beautiful. Tell her she is even beautiful in her own way too. Tell her the positive advice she needs to hear for her to be led on the right road. Be her shoulder to cry on as you wipe her tears away... even if you made her beautiful eyes cry waterfalls. Not only compliment her in person, but also through the phone. Call her randomly throughout the day even if it is just for a minute... to remind her how much you love her. You do not have to buy her bouquets of flowers to surprise her, just simply go for romantic walks and pick a pretty flower for her and put it in her hair. Doing that one little thing will certainly brighten up her day. All every girl wants is to be loved and to smile, not a fake smile for show and tell, but a real genuine smile. It is the simplest little things that matter the most. Write her love letters so she can re-read them when your are unavailable. Surprise her by putting little gifts or poetry in her locker, or in her books, or even sneak it into her bag. She wants the romantic walks on the beach, a candle lit dinner, picnics, stargazing, him playing a song for her acoustically, holding her hand in public, kissing in public, going to an arcade, wearing matching clothes and much more. Every girl wants a ring on her finger. But if you can not afford a fancy ring, then buy her a promise ring, get down on one knee, and purpose to her and have that promise ring be a promise that she will get the ring of her dreams eventually. Every girl not only wants love, but to be loved. Its the little simplest things that can matter the whole world to her. -s.g
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Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
Every Girl
Every girl needs that one special someone in her life. She needs someone to tell her she is not only **** but beautiful. Tell her she is even beautiful in her own way too. Tell her the positive advice she needs to hear for her to be led on the right road. Be her shoulder to cry on as you wipe her tears away... even if you made her beautiful eyes cry waterfalls. Not only compliment her in person, but also through the phone. Call her randomly throughout the day even if it is just for a minute... to remind her how much you love her. You do not have to buy her bouquets of flowers to surprise her, just simply go for romantic walks and pick a pretty flower for her and put it in her hair. Doing that one little thing will certainly brighten up her day. All every girl wants is to be loved and to smile, not a fake smile for show and tell, but a real genuine smile. It is the simplest little things that matter the most. Write her love letters so she can re-read them when your are unavailable. Surprise her by putting little gifts or poetry in her locker, or in her books, or even sneak it into her bag. She wants the romantic walks on the beach, a candle lit dinner, picnics, stargazing, him playing a song for her acoustically, holding her hand in public, kissing in public, going to an arcade, wearing matching clothes and much more. Every girl wants a ring on her finger. But if you can not afford a fancy ring, then buy her a promise ring, get down on one knee, and purpose to her and have that promise ring be a promise that she will get the ring of her dreams eventually. Every girl not only wants love, but to be loved. Its the little simplest things that can matter the whole world to her. -s.g
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just a nervous swimmer making threats to capsize cross legged eaten alive praying acoustically so you could hear a ship that plunges through disaster’s eye the harrowing digestive pit of the sea willingly swallowed lying under the collapsed ceiling of the one that crashed all around us snow heavy on headlights blanketing windshields with sloppy mounds the bitter Christmas and a night ride, cold headlights a spelunker’s lantern watching the masturbator on stage his back facing the crowd black curls like a blindfold he smiles like someone in church but behind his teeth something seethes red lipped rosy aloof (the beautiful drunk who I’ll write many lines) I called you the Ouija way but it was disconnected Athena poured the milk you made down your slopes and poisoned the valleys looking back and tracing photos wondering if you really existed at all walked in the humidity and only wished I had said nothing realized all the time there was no one I wanted but you, curious feeling of being startled awake boots making me heavy spent the next few weeks swimming tirelessly upstream proud salmon ***** that I am
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Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 12:05 PM UTC
the temptation to wet the bed is too great
How cold and dark the chapel looked that day from the narrow dirt track. The overgrown graves adding to the gloom no longer did anyone pray. In this neglected forgotton medieval place here a friend disappeared without trace. This brought me to view this strange dwelling a despair came over me that second. That gut wrenching feeling consumed my being standing afraid I started to yelling. A spontaneous reaction that I could not stop around were fields filled with natures crop. Always the sceptic yet I felt I was not alone a light breeze began to blow. Why had I ventured to this solitary spot had I seen from inside a glow? Compulsion made me open the rusty gate what had happened to my mate A heavy atmosphere it was hard to breath was that footsteps I heard? Stopping to glance around nobody was there two horse riders came passed waving. Turning back I was at the solid wooden door on it marks as if made by a claw! Foreboding I wanted to get myself away something stopped my urge for flight. The answers I seeked must be inside I prayed the summer light turned into night. Dread within my soul was rising to it's height and the outcome of my plight. Pushing with hidden strength on the oak door it swung open in the blackness I stared. As my vision became more use to the dark two red eyes looked back and glared. A growling rasp echoed acoustically clear something was gnawing far too near. In my jacket pocket I had put a small torch taking it out I turned on the beam. There before me a wolf like creature stood neither moved then it shot by. Knowing this was the friend I'd been seeking running out I saw the full moon peaking. What I had seen was beyond my lifes beliefs distant howls filled me with terror. All I could do was just sit in the chapel until the new dawn once more arose. Never again did I see my life long friend as now my life has drawn to an end. The Foureyed Poet.
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Nov 6, 2010
Nov 6, 2010 at 1:34 PM UTC
The Chapel
How cold and dark the chapel looked that day from the narrow dirt track. The overgrown graves adding to the gloom no longer did anyone pray. In this neglected forgotton medieval place here a friend disappeared without trace. This brought me to view this strange dwelling a despair came over me that second. That gut wrenching feeling consumed my being standing afraid I started to yelling. A spontaneous reaction that I could not stop around were fields filled with natures crop. Always the sceptic yet I felt I was not alone a light breeze began to blow. Why had I ventured to this solitary spot had I seen from inside a glow? Compulsion made me open the rusty gate what had happened to my mate A heavy atmosphere it was hard to breath was that footsteps I heard? Stopping to glance around nobody was there two horse riders came passed waving. Turning back I was at the solid wooden door on it marks as if made by a claw! Foreboding I wanted to get myself away something stopped my urge for flight. The answers I seeked must be inside I prayed the summer light turned into night. Dread within my soul was rising to it's height and the outcome of my plight. Pushing with hidden strength on the oak door it swung open in the blackness I stared. As my vision became more use to the dark two red eyes looked back and glared. A growling rasp echoed acoustically clear something was gnawing far too near. In my jacket pocket I had put a small torch taking it out I turned on the beam. There before me a wolf like creature stood neither moved then it shot by. Knowing this was the friend I'd been seeking running out I saw the full moon peaking. What I had seen was beyond my lifes beliefs distant howls filled me with terror. All I could do was just sit in the chapel until the new dawn once more arose. Never again did I see my life long friend as now my life has drawn to an end. The Foureyed Poet.
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When you force me to bow down, When you force me to bite my tongue, When blood spurts out my mouth, When tears squeeze out their ducts, I like to pretend I'm standing on a stage. Some people say it makes it worse; Some people prefer picturing a small empty white room, But I like to think I'm in a theater of sorts Acoustically engineered; soundly designed Whatever I say ricochets off its concave domes And comes back, piercing me de part en part, Yeah, it hurts. Pain echoes from wall to wall, ceiling to floor, dimension to dimension, But at least there I can sing, I can scream and shout, And the world will know, The globe will spin and reel and raise its arms. Then, the orchestra falls, the walls crumble, the illusion shatters And I am back in the world of the unheard.
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
When a Stage is Empty
I caressed your back with my fingers As the warm sensation lingers, I whisper sibilantly into your ear As you did the same for me to hear. The shadow touched your shoulders; And so did I, as I held you closer. Our heartbeats were like pre-2002 Timberlake; Rhythmically NSYNC without a mistake, And skin to skin, I felt your touch searing me; Though you left your marks, it felt heavenly. Mesmerised by the sight of you, vulnerable, I heave in air but yet neither of us culpable. I whisper once again, 'You are so beautiful' Everything, became acoustically musical. We held each other, warmed by linen, The present was a gift with a rainbow ribbon, And each moment, closer to passing out; I learnt of what true beauty is really about. I stared deep into your soul, through your eyes, And it felt as though I've come to a euphoric high, As I found myself lost in complete ecstasy. I found love within you, the way it was meant to be. Though the moon met its demise It was an endless night.
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Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 9:30 AM UTC
Endless Night [Explicit]
e B 2 G 2 4 2 D 0 5 4 A 5 4 E 3 2 Let it be wake me up hey ** we've got them pumped up kicks give me love acoustically fixed skinny love nothing else matters arms of mary stolen dance two more drinks and were at the happy hour id rather **** then romance the a team from hotel Califorication dream let it go cuz the ring you dont know like someone like you radioactive and rude say things and try to undo riptide im yours and happy as a demon wonder wall say something hallelujah stay with me counting stars i see the fire of all of me
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
that was quick
Outside she began to think... Slowly consumed with a vivid wonder illuminating the depths within the soul So came to be the external world- The multitude of notions And so it was unique in such a sense as to fear from the very reality of imagination. Thinking to turn back to the place of where had figured she belonged. So came the path- Present there before her. So came the way of the less traveled. So came the road taken by the music maker . And there she walked, Acoustically chanted by beauty's own Mystery. Enigmatic. And there she went Feeling everything but lost. She wandered. Knowing nothing but knowing It all. For the mind leads her on a journey. Where will it take her? Outside we begin to think...
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Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 9:35 PM UTC
the box