"carrousel" poems
El corazón y su redoble iracundo
el obscuro caballo de la sangre
caballo ciego caballo desbocado
el carrousel nocturno la noria del terror
el grito contra el muro y la centella rota
Camino andado
Camino desandado
El cuerpo a cuerpo con un pensamiento afilado
la pena que interrogo cada día y no responde
la pena que no se aparta y cada noche me despierta
la pena sin tamaño y sin nombre
el alfiler y el párpado traspasado
el párpado del día mal vivido
la hora manchada la ternura escupida
la risa loca y la puta mentira
la soledad y el mundo
Camino andado
camino desandado
El coso de la sangre y la pica y la rechifla
el sol sobre la herida
sobre las aguas muertas el astro hirsuto
la rabia y su acidez recomida
el pensamiento que se oxida
y la escritura gangrenada
el alba desvivida y el día amordazado
la noche cavilada y su hueso roído
el horror siempre nuevo y siempre repetido
Camino andado
camino desandado
El vaso de agua la pastilla la lengua de estaño
el hormiguero en pleno sueño
cascada negra de la sangre
cascada pétrea de la noche
el peso bruto de la nada
zumbido de motores en la ciudad inmensa
lejos cerca lejos en el suburbio de mi oreja
aparición del metro cojo
el puente roto y el ahogado
Camino andado
camino desandado
El pensamiento circular y el círculo de familia
¿qué hice qué hiciste qué hemos hecho?
el laberinto de la culpa sin culpa
el espejo que acusa y el silencio que se gangrena
el día estéril la noche estéril el dolor
estéril
la soledad promiscua el mundo despoblado
la sala de espera en donde ya no hay nadie
Camino andado y desandado
la vida se ha ido sin volver el rostro.
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it hurts to breathe, to think, to be
stop this carousel, i can't play
it's hard to fly with tearful eyes
and i don't feel anything today
diamonds dahlias daggers and dust
i wonder i do, is anything real
this crazy calliope carrousel ride
sometimes makes it hard to feel
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 11:46 PM UTC
If only we could leave this place,
I'd take your hand and our feet would lift from Earth
Our lungs are joined and our hearts are one,
We'd share our cares, our worries gone
Come on baby; fly away with me
I can see it now,
We're passing mountains, our feet on clouds
Baby, our home is on its way 'round,
An eye in the sky, a carrousel on the ground
Come on baby; fly away with me
No, don't ask them to understand,
Jealousy stings, it's just us here now
The ocean's far below,
The clouds block it out
Come on baby; fly away with me
Hush, hush, the man on the moon sleeps,
His head aloft, his slumber deep.
Baby, that could be you and me,
Our house is in the clouds now
Come on baby; fly away with me
I heard tears don't exist up there,
Up there, way up in the atmosphere
The feeling of wind against our skin,
It's making tangles in our hair
Come on baby, fly away with me
Catching lightning,
Thunder laughing,
Baby are you with me?
You'll see this page,
Recall the words I say,
"Come on baby; fly away with me"
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 5:25 AM UTC
Check it out I learn knowledge of self
To up my health now they movin' in stealth gainin' mental wealth
Cuz im long lasting tongue is blastin'
A million rhymes infectin' the mic right?
Ya loosin' sight ya thoughts going braille
Welcome to the 9th Gate of hell where I sail
On brainwaves my heart craves for the saves
Of hip hop not from Atlanta but a brave
These idiots crave in a rage cuz I'm turning the page
Back to the first scene of hip hop see how my tape pops
ears cropped mouths begin to drop from the rhymes that I
cop
Into ya corticals breakin' in to ya local articles full of arsenal minds a carrousel
Since I was an embyro I knew I was built for
******** a punisher
Ya fallin' way under
Evil content words laid immense never consent
To plans of a Masonic establishment
broke the lease I'm hear to visually increase
My linguistic is mathematics so have at it
Stab it and I'll break the habit
No ropes around my brain absorb the pain
Once I reclaim my domain a Pharoah to a King ?
Huh? my word sharper than a Marlin philosophize like Carlin
No short bargains bump political jargons
While y'all arguing I'm upping my mind for wisdom
To grow while others thoughts still covered up in snow....
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 12:35 AM UTC
She liked to play games,
Not in the malicious way,
And not in a way that didn’t make me want to stay,
She played like the way people feel the need to light up the night’s sky in the cities that she loved,
To make what is there different,
To shine a comforting, milky, glow over the natural state of sky that is known well by those
Whose veins pump a wealth of that dense black nothing into their chests until their hearts are heavy,
And their fun loving games are just an actor’s play,
Complete with a weekly Sunday matinee,
Featuring scenes from the girl who they think about too much during their day to day;
So just let it be what it is.
Let the sky at night make you feel small,
Like a strand of hair lost in a shifting pit of snakes,
Let your fear be too overwhelmed by awe,
To speak about things like you were on a hazy carrousel,
A fun up and down ride with no real need to dwell,
Because we are young and still have many coins left in our pockets to feed the machine,
Things do look funny when you pass by them quickly,
But if you would stop the ride,
And take the time,
To focus fully on the things outside,
You may still find yourself spinning.
The truth is, is that the truth is, as direct and striking as a visit with the night’s sky without the comfort of our own lights,
With a black that’s not broadcast,
Like the sleek coats of dark and powerful horses buried by the overwhelming snow of a crashing roof,
Trapped and still for an untold amount of time,
Because the memory of the image is too emotional to be measured by things as precise as seconds, minutes, hours.
They were poetry from a beautiful girl,
Who liked to play games,
She made my week by stepping off her carrousel,
And ridding on mine,
Until the golden sun fell,
And I ran out of time,
Too bad she died.
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 2:35 AM UTC
She froze;
Not because of the cold weather,
But the stares burnt a hole
In her nervous system
So she froze,
Not because of the lack of blood circulation
In her tightening limbs,
But because the world felt like
It has to stop.
Some believe that,
If you breathe slow enough
You can hinder time;
She stopped time
For she was tired of twisting,
Carrying humans with her hands
Lifting their weights on her shoulder blades;
It was too exhausting
For her to be a carrousel
So she decided to become a rocket ship instead;
She -
Opened her arms wide
Creating sharp edges
To break through the wind,
With feet straight together
Like the rulers she used
To underline her name over every assignment
With little drawn hearts on top of the i’s
And circles over the e’s -
For her tendency to be perfect
Was a result of her fear of failure.
She was ready to be a rocket ship,
But she had no fuel in her gas tank
So she froze.
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 7:48 PM UTC
You can ride on my carrousel
Always and always circulating
With shinning horses painted with oiled paint
You can ride on my carrousel
Always spinning in a sky blue painted ceiling
Enter in my carrousel
The children are playing
But they dont disturb
They only bring back good memories
-d.a
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 6:16 PM UTC
He Told Me About Paris
he told me about Paris
after making love…
how he once sat in the Café de Flore
as a boy… awaiting his mother
who danced for a living…
he told me about Paris
over morning coffee, and no mention of the night before
he talked with love for a city I’ll never know….
strolling along the river Seine
in sunsets of orange and tangerine…
he told me about the The Musée du Louvre
as he made Coriander omelettes
… squeezing fresh lemon in glasses of ice water…
la Ville Lumière… he murmured as he gazed deep into my eyes
City of Light and Love…
I’ll take you there… if you dare to come
he promised as he lay a soft tender kiss on each toe…
he told me about Paris… and the Notre-Dame Cathedral
and Café de la Paix, where the streets were Prolific
with revellers and the after-opera crowd…
I’ll take you to The Arc de Triomphe du Carrousel
he whispered as he placed a Bracelet on my wrist
and we can hold hands as we stroll around the monument…
I’ll take you to Paris, in the Autumn, he promised
our feet will crunch the golden leaves of the Jardin des Tuileries….
… so young I was… such a dreamer… floating on visions that he wove with love-
- he told me about Paris, his voice husky with longing
and I too young to realise… he was dreaming too….
Sharonlee©9-
Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 1:35 AM UTC
Empower me
With the keen edge
Of cathartic sagacity
And I will dance
In exalted tribute
To daybreaks invincibility
Double time
While quoting rhyme
To the downbeat slash
Of the scarecrows scepter
While compatable
Emulation
Exposed to rarefied
Imagination
As the keep of the keys
Pounds out
The scathing expose
That dredges up
Those
Benumbed and bewildered
Riders
Who have been
Constantly
Overexposed to the negatives
Developed
In those darkrooms
WHERE
Expedited promises
Secretly enacted
Enabling
Blankcheck *******
Of any and all
Faithful believers
Of our beloved Carrousel
That we have
Always insisted
Is the keepsake
Bequeathed
To all the concerned
Caretakers--once empowered
With the keen edge
Of cathartic sagacity
Now just
Trying to keep dancing
To the fading calliope music
As too many
Once - synchronised
Elements
Of our revolving
Carrousel
Are going wrong
Breaking down
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 1:16 AM UTC
Heaven, O, Heaven, is the path to you through intentions or artifacts?
They are hallowing the moves, the writings but not the heart's acts.
Heaven you are not close in a place like this,
They "follow" the man to achieve, but all they do is miss.
They miss God and make out of people a bliss.
Compensating for the void with the material, marching to the abyss,
A "renaissance" they claim, while we here the truth reminisce.
Mon coeur est confus, J'ai le cœur en aller-retour,
Quand je vais trouver enfin l'essentiel? Ici, je suis secoué,
c'est possible? Suis-je le seul esprit qui ne soit pas doué?
ou la verite est-elle, quelque part, écroué?
Repondez-moi, est la vérité dans l'oubli ou dans un carrousel?
la vérité, je vais, avec mon cœur, avec vous, me renouer.
It is the silence of the truth, that makes the sound of lies loud,
It is the paralysis of rationality that leaves peace unfound.
It is the loud not that rational that guides the crowd.
It never was what they vowed.
You are a "master" that is creating a disaster-piece
It goes from one hand to another, the cross,
Throwing it from one hand to another, with no loss.
Selling angels and demons, sending to heavens and hell fires,
But O, the lives are not a coin you toss.
Je ne vais pas donner ma langue au chat
Le salut est entre les mains des gens, cette fois.
Ce n'est plus pas entre vos mains, Monsieur.
Aujourd'hui, le chat ne mangera pas ma voix.
la liberté est un choix.
I despise myself for not being the obedient you could cherish.
Shall I follow or shall I purge out the poison and perish?
If I am gone, my writing will be there in the dark, garish.
Actually, you are a "master" that created two disaster-pieces;
A corrupt generation, and me; the one whom you, despises.
I am glad I am enslaved to no one, but my "rotten" thoughts.
I lost my home; my peace. Today, I cannot connect the dots.
Tomorrow, you will be the first to take a sip from my tea,
When I sew a better reality with my weary knots.
My home; peacefulness, is given away to the kids,
To the cats, to the birds and clean pots.
Call me by my name, when he applauds.
Jul 12, 2021
Jul 12, 2021 at 9:46 AM UTC
You wrinkle your nose, No
I laughed. ‘Why?’
‘It’s silly.’
‘Sillier than driving
In the middle of the night
To my house and
Pulling me away
To eat pizza and
Drink milkshakes and
Write poetry in our arms
And sing and scream
And driving into a
Miraculously open
Carnival?’
You rolled your eyes
‘I’d rather do a Holden Caulfield on you,’
Would that mean that
To you
I’m just...Phoebe?
I shot you a sceptical look
And told you that
One ride at a carousel
Won’t taint your
Masculinity.
I sure as hell hoped
That I convinced you because
I don’t want you to be Holden
If I’m just Phoebe,
I’d rather be Jane Gallagher even
If there wasn’t a scene in the book
Written for us.
I know that if I could be Jane,
We could write
Our own **** story
And our story would
Be better.
So please, please, please
Say yes
To going to the carrousel
With me
And we could start writing
Our story as Jane
And Holden.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 9:53 AM UTC
My life is endless journey, in search of blissful vibes,
I walk at soulless city; I am left with painful bites,
You!!!!.... Empty my heart, destroy this beautiful yard,
I will leave you behind, get out!!!!..., release my mind!!!!!!!!!!!
Love is so ungrateful, my feelings mean nothing,
Life is cruel carrousel; I hate this up and down thing,
Each bite is so fatal; my heart craves for something,
That gives me no feelings and makes it a strong thing.
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 6:24 AM UTC
My dreams, in carrousel, spinning in my head bring memories of you.
The colors seem to me a spectrum of all of you I knew.
As I spin, the wind blows in the soft whispers of your name;
Music to my ears, I too once did the same.
A crescent tear falls and it floods my mind
And I realize love is hard on the heart and sometimes unkind.
And yet it stops not my love for you,
But, rekindles your beauty like none other can do.
Unfaltering, unyielding, the carousel never ends
And likewise in it, my love for you begins.
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 2:06 PM UTC
I met her on a carrousel we'd both been riding
all our lives. I felt my firetruck sliding
round and round and up and down
as I saw her in the distance on a camel
right next to a clown.
I waved
she glanced,
our ways of transportation danced
and slaved
and carried us
but never closer.
Exiting the vehicle in the middle of a round
is against the rules.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 4:29 PM UTC
I try to keep
a positive mind
but hard when I know
it's only a matter of time
before it all
***** up again.
I'd like to get off this
I don't know how to stop this
Don't look at me
when I wreck into the ground
Don't make a sound
when you watch me
disappear.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 3:35 AM UTC