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"catcher" poems
i don't watch home movies hate them reason being because when i was young i was looking for a movie my mother had recorded for me and accidentally put one in the vcr that i'm not sure i was supposed to see i know the obvious response *"uh oh, **** sorry to disappoint they were only marked with dates   1991 on live television montel williams asks my father *"how can you just throw your child away like a piece of trash?"*    1994 i spend so much time in the emergency room that my parents stop penciling in growth marks on the frame of my bedroom door i always thought it was because they believed i would never grow out of this sickness sometimes i believe the reason that they never bought me a dream catcher was because they never thought i'd live long enough to see them come true    1996 i am eliminated from a spelling bee because i didn't know the 'dad' is silent in 'family'    2013 before i got into poetry i used to do standup none of my jokes were funny one of the other comics tells me my skits are dry sometimes sad he says *"why don't you joke about something like your family?"* so i say *"i never wore any sunblock because i didn't want anything to keep me from my father"* i say *"what do you call christmas without lights or heat?"* before he has a chance to answer i say *"1997. better yet why don't you make like a dad and leave"*    2014 every time we drive past the hospital my mother reminds me how much it cost to save my life like she'd rather have her money back she doesn't have to say that sometimes she wishes it was me who had died instead of my brother i can hear it in the way she says "love you" sometimes i imagine that if i were to die that she would pick out a casket for a child because she never loved the person i became yesterday i told my father how close i'd been to suicide lately and he said *"that's my boy, livin on the edge.."* and i can't remember if i laughed or cried
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Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 2:59 PM UTC
there are only dates
i don't watch home movies hate them reason being because when i was young i was looking for a movie my mother had recorded for me and accidentally put one in the vcr that i'm not sure i was supposed to see i know the obvious response *"uh oh, **** sorry to disappoint they were only marked with dates   1991 on live television montel williams asks my father *"how can you just throw your child away like a piece of trash?"*    1994 i spend so much time in the emergency room that my parents stop penciling in growth marks on the frame of my bedroom door i always thought it was because they believed i would never grow out of this sickness sometimes i believe the reason that they never bought me a dream catcher was because they never thought i'd live long enough to see them come true    1996 i am eliminated from a spelling bee because i didn't know the 'dad' is silent in 'family'    2013 before i got into poetry i used to do standup none of my jokes were funny one of the other comics tells me my skits are dry sometimes sad he says *"why don't you joke about something like your family?"* so i say *"i never wore any sunblock because i didn't want anything to keep me from my father"* i say *"what do you call christmas without lights or heat?"* before he has a chance to answer i say *"1997. better yet why don't you make like a dad and leave"*    2014 every time we drive past the hospital my mother reminds me how much it cost to save my life like she'd rather have her money back she doesn't have to say that sometimes she wishes it was me who had died instead of my brother i can hear it in the way she says "love you" sometimes i imagine that if i were to die that she would pick out a casket for a child because she never loved the person i became yesterday i told my father how close i'd been to suicide lately and he said *"that's my boy, livin on the edge.."* and i can't remember if i laughed or cried
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Frown upon my withered heart! and wipe away my tears. Catch the nightmares, catch my dreams, ensnare my childish fears. Protect me, Catcher, put me down and watch me sleep to-day. the worries they encase me, my dream’s the price I pay. The morning comes unfiltered the cycle is broken for now Oh Catcher! my Catcher! My faithful night snatcher! Laid a kiss on my wavering brow.
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 12:42 AM UTC
Dreamcatcher
I promise to always lift you up When you are feeling down I promise to wipe your tears When you feel you need to cry I promise to keep you smiling To show off that cute smile you have I promise to be your strength Whenever you fall weak I promise to be your voice, When you can't find the words I promise to be your eyes When you cannot see I promise to be your ears When you cannot hear I promise to always tell you what's real When you want to hear the truth I promise to be your dream catcher To chase away you're every fear I promise to be your smile When you're frowning I promise to always cheer you up When you are down and blue I promise to give you faith When you are feeling insecure I promise to keep you sturdy When you are feeling unsafe I promise to listen When you need to talk I promise to tell you no lies Just what is true I promise to always lend you my shoulder For when you need to cry I promise to always hold you When you need someone I promise to always care for you Wherever you are I promise to always be there I can't promise you the world I can't promise you the sky I can't promise you that we will never fight I can't promise to never hurt you because i know i will unknowingly But i promise i would never break your heart And baby I promise that I will always love you more than anything with all my heart, no matter what happens or what we go through, baby I'll love you until the end of time! That's my promise to you!!!
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 4:36 AM UTC
My Promise To You My Love
I want to lay in bed with you No thoughts of *** Racing through my body But the only thought I'll allow tonight Is the thought of holding you Under every moonlit lullaby And let stars watch with full smiles As they witness my love for you grow I don't care what the world has I say I'd rather you call me your teddy bear Than they'll know I'm not in it for the *** The royal treatment is for you And this late night cuddle session Is only the beginning Because tonight I'm going to show you That even with my weakness I'll protect you through the night I'll be your dream catcher Your luck rabbits foot And chase away the worries of tomorrow I'll cuddle concrete I'll cuddle rose pedals But nothing in this world Could ever amount to the roaring passion I can ever feel When its your heart and soul I cuddle with Your my yesterday My every day tomorrow And the last thing I want to embrace When I fall asleep thinking of you This late night cuddle session Isn't over because I'll hold you Till the moon and sun decide to collide I love you like teddy bears love cuddling And theirs nothing this teddy bear loves more Than loving you
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 2:27 AM UTC
Late Night Cuddle Session
And then you're sleeping - purring kitten curled in pink DMs all crumpled kisses and angel hair caught in a dream catcher web. My heart rests from braying helpless fury against my ribs from bruising sinew and self pouring frustration through my veins in the ache of wanting to make it better. I'm tracing history, yours and mine in the contours of your face. Ballerina fingers shimmer in the laugh lines that are you. My breath bowing to scars of battles that made you, head cocked in awe of the woman you are. my heart whispers a familiar promise - together.
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Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 5:43 AM UTC
While you were sleeping...
Fiat lux and Then I stand and see how it looks out on Gnothi seauton psychologies of a naughty automaton he is Out speeding on the autobahn while she is Now sleeping on futons in peace it's Not pieces that need to be re-ordered yet Since he's reckless but wrecks less when he's courting it's A sport, you see a ticket's his master trophy in- Deed endorsing his Porsche-speed matrimony down master row and she's Driven to this racer who makes her en- Force things, they later make her take her lead like lead's erasing then vanishing Banished from whatever it is they're drinking and it's cleaned Running from the pitcher as if it's her fantasy Love who's the catcher who has her and Now you see It's not lack-lusting but luck-lasting because lastly Down the street Is where I swear we're running faster from crashing, finally Into this dreamcatcher's hazard Our dreamcatcher's hazard Oh have you heard It's absurd that the whip cracked Yeah the Porsche was hacked baby transformed back in two and back into a nat- Ural rural state where the horse power level was more morally sta- Ble biblically faith- Ful foolishly a- Ble but yeah we take over whatever we face-off and baby we're faster so we'll have to chase after our Dreamcatcher's hazard and That dreamcatcher's hazard's a A madness that is learned And it's absurd So say the mattress is glowing it's holy Matrimony, so don't look lonely it's only Master Roshi, to say to chase your dreams It's you and me be- Cause for you my blood is flowing For you my blood is glowing For you this blood is flowing And too the flood is blowing It's true our love is growing
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May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC
Dreamcatcher's Hazard
Fiat lux and Then I stand and see how it looks out on Gnothi seauton psychologies of a naughty automaton he is Out speeding on the autobahn while she is Now sleeping on futons in peace it's Not pieces that need to be re-ordered yet Since he's reckless but wrecks less when he's courting it's A sport, you see a ticket's his master trophy in- Deed endorsing his Porsche-speed matrimony down master row and she's Driven to this racer who makes her en- Force things, they later make her take her lead like lead's erasing then vanishing Banished from whatever it is they're drinking and it's cleaned Running from the pitcher as if it's her fantasy Love who's the catcher who has her and Now you see It's not lack-lusting but luck-lasting because lastly Down the street Is where I swear we're running faster from crashing, finally Into this dreamcatcher's hazard Our dreamcatcher's hazard Oh have you heard It's absurd that the whip cracked Yeah the Porsche was hacked baby transformed back in two and back into a nat- Ural rural state where the horse power level was more morally sta- Ble biblically faith- Ful foolishly a- Ble but yeah we take over whatever we face-off and baby we're faster so we'll have to chase after our Dreamcatcher's hazard and That dreamcatcher's hazard's a A madness that is learned And it's absurd So say the mattress is glowing it's holy Matrimony, so don't look lonely it's only Master Roshi, to say to chase your dreams It's you and me be- Cause for you my blood is flowing For you my blood is glowing For you this blood is flowing And too the flood is blowing It's true our love is growing
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Welcome to the dream catcher But don't linger long Lest you want to stay To find your dreams Gone
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Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 9:04 PM UTC
Dream Catcher
I promise to always lift you up When you are feeling down I promise to wipe your tears When you feel you need to cry I promise to keep you smiling To show off that beautiful smile you have I promise to be your strength Whenever you fall weak I promise to be your voice, When you can't find the words I promise to be your eyes When you cannot see I promise to be your ears When you cannot hear I promise to always tell you what's real When you want to hear the truth I promise to be your dream catcher To chase away you're every fear I promise to be your smile When you're frowning I promise to always cheer you up When you are down and blue I promise to give you faith When you are feeling insecure I promise to keep you sturdy When you are feeling unsafe I promise to listen When you need to talk I promise to tell you no lies Just what is true I promise to always lend you my shoulder For when you need to cry I promise to always hold you When you need someone I promise to always care for you Wherever you are I promise to always be there I promise to never hurt you and never break your heart I can't promise you the world I can't promise you the sky I can't promise you that we will never fight I can't promise you that I will never cry But I can promise you that I will always be true to you And baby I promise that I will always love you more than anything with all my heart, no matter what happens or what we go through, baby I'll love you until the end of time! Ill be your guardian angel That's my promise to you!!
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
I Promise...
I promise to always lift you up When you are feeling down I promise to wipe your tears When you feel you need to cry I promise to keep you smiling To show off that beautiful smile you have I promise to be your strength Whenever you fall weak I promise to be your voice, When you can't find the words I promise to be your eyes When you cannot see I promise to be your ears When you cannot hear I promise to always tell you what's real When you want to hear the truth I promise to be your dream catcher To chase away you're every fear I promise to be your smile When you're frowning I promise to always cheer you up When you are down and blue I promise to give you faith When you are feeling insecure I promise to keep you sturdy When you are feeling unsafe I promise to listen When you need to talk I promise to tell you no lies Just what is true I promise to always lend you my shoulder For when you need to cry I promise to always hold you When you need someone I promise to always care for you Wherever you are I promise to always be there I promise to never hurt you and never break your heart I can't promise you the world I can't promise you the sky I can't promise you that we will never fight I can't promise you that I will never cry But I can promise you that I will always be true to you And baby I promise that I will always love you more than anything with all my heart, no matter what happens or what we go through, baby I'll love you until the end of time! Ill be your guardian angel That's my promise to you!!
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I'm a soldier in the nightlight revolution I'm fighting the nightmares that haunt your dreams The monsters in your closet And the Boogeyman under your bed One outlet at a time I'm a silent alarm that vibrates your covers When older brothers come in after bed time To cover your face in shaving cream Dip your hands in popcorn bowls of warm water Or just slap you in the face Sometimes they're not that subtle I know when there is a tooth under your bed Or reindeer on your roof I've got a motion detector to keep step fathers at bay While your mother's asleep I'm his grave digger and his crypt keeper Taking his skeletons out of the closet And laying them in the middle of the floor That man won't call on you anymore I'm a hug when all you need is a handshake And a hold-you-all-night when all you need is a kiss on the cheek I don't do half-ass When things go bump in the night I bump back Never fear to close both eyes when you sleep Dream of fairy tales, Prince Charming Dream of Maid Marions Waiting for your touch Don't fear the reaper he fears me I am a soldier in the nightlight revolution Armed with so much more than illumination I crawl through the cracks in the closet door Make their shadows cast pictures of rainbows on your wall The Boogey Man runs from Chuck Norris Chuck Norris runs from me Please rest easy Let the night take you for all it has to offer Through star lit skies and rain filled clouds on magic carpets rides Ocean floors and clown fish in little yellow submarines Rain forests with koalas and parrots and panda bears Son never fear for what the night brings near The nightlight revolution is here Throw your dream catcher away I will hand craft each one Take the lavender out of the window sill Don't leave the door cracked You've got me I'm here We're all here Soldiers of the nightlight revolution And we will not sleep til you're awake
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Feb 24, 2010
Feb 24, 2010 at 2:17 PM UTC
The Nightlight Revolution
I'm a soldier in the nightlight revolution I'm fighting the nightmares that haunt your dreams The monsters in your closet And the Boogeyman under your bed One outlet at a time I'm a silent alarm that vibrates your covers When older brothers come in after bed time To cover your face in shaving cream Dip your hands in popcorn bowls of warm water Or just slap you in the face Sometimes they're not that subtle I know when there is a tooth under your bed Or reindeer on your roof I've got a motion detector to keep step fathers at bay While your mother's asleep I'm his grave digger and his crypt keeper Taking his skeletons out of the closet And laying them in the middle of the floor That man won't call on you anymore I'm a hug when all you need is a handshake And a hold-you-all-night when all you need is a kiss on the cheek I don't do half-ass When things go bump in the night I bump back Never fear to close both eyes when you sleep Dream of fairy tales, Prince Charming Dream of Maid Marions Waiting for your touch Don't fear the reaper he fears me I am a soldier in the nightlight revolution Armed with so much more than illumination I crawl through the cracks in the closet door Make their shadows cast pictures of rainbows on your wall The Boogey Man runs from Chuck Norris Chuck Norris runs from me Please rest easy Let the night take you for all it has to offer Through star lit skies and rain filled clouds on magic carpets rides Ocean floors and clown fish in little yellow submarines Rain forests with koalas and parrots and panda bears Son never fear for what the night brings near The nightlight revolution is here Throw your dream catcher away I will hand craft each one Take the lavender out of the window sill Don't leave the door cracked You've got me I'm here We're all here Soldiers of the nightlight revolution And we will not sleep til you're awake
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I play softball, She comes to my game, She starts playing softball. I'm a catcher, She's a catcher. I'm first base, She's first base. I'm pitcher, She's a pitcher. I'm agrivated, She's amused. I'm taking lessons, She's taking lessons. I'm not a catcher, She's a catcher. I'm a pitcher, She's not a pitcher. Copy Cat. I join a team, She joins two teams. I practice hard in my backyard, She claims she does also. I admit I take lessons, She refuses to admit the fact that She takes lessons because She's untrusting.
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May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
Her
i would prefer to sit home alone and read the fountainhead the catcher in rye the metamorphosis the stranger i get drunk off plays on words i get high off clever plots what keeps me up at night isn't money or relationships it's the fact that there are so many lovely books that have yet to be in my hands it's overwhelming i do not dream of stacks of currency or a lover by my side i dream of paper covered in ink and the satisfying feeling of turning pages
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Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 9:39 PM UTC
nerd
The Sun Catcher in my kitchen window Twirls as it tosses light Brightening everything it touches Adding a sparkle to life Catches the Suns special wonder Brings it into my room Plays off glasses and dishes Dancing to its very own tune
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May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 7:14 PM UTC
*Sun Catcher*
Funny the things we recall. Images that flash through our brain. Some most vivid for me were of an old man. Skin like creased parchment paper, Lined and yellowed with age. The veins visible just below the surface, of a thin nearly transparent veneer. Liver spotted flecks of red, Charted paths from the toil of many years, Palms callused forever from a life time of labor. Big fingers knotted and misshapen, The two inch tip of one gone missing, Saw taken, at age sixteen. Looking at those old hands, one could hardly guess That still there remained gentleness in their caress. For an old dog, or a little grandson in need of some Companionable affection or parental love. Those aged hands could also make things, Toy sailboats, and wooden trains, complete with caboose, And guard cow catcher. A cool flute whistle that actually worked, He said it was like the Indian’s made, Out Oklahoma way. And he would know, He cowboyed there. His hands taught me to tie my shoes, Open and close my first pocketknife. Those same hands could become birds, rabbits, butterfly's, all sorts of things. When projected up on the wall, Silhouetted by a naked back light. His hands knew magic too, Pluck silver coins right out of my ears. His tired face matched his hands, visual weathered, creased and wrinkled road maps, Of 89 years of rugged roads traveled. Yet, his lively pale green eyes remained forever fraudulently youthful prisms, Eyes and spirit of a much younger man within. But it is his hands most of all I shall remember, Their imposing look and their reassuring touches of tenderness. I shall never forget my grandfather’s hands.
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Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 3:12 PM UTC
My Grandfather's Hands
Funny the things we recall. Images that flash through our brain. Some most vivid for me were of an old man. Skin like creased parchment paper, Lined and yellowed with age. The veins visible just below the surface, of a thin nearly transparent veneer. Liver spotted flecks of red, Charted paths from the toil of many years, Palms callused forever from a life time of labor. Big fingers knotted and misshapen, The two inch tip of one gone missing, Saw taken, at age sixteen. Looking at those old hands, one could hardly guess That still there remained gentleness in their caress. For an old dog, or a little grandson in need of some Companionable affection or parental love. Those aged hands could also make things, Toy sailboats, and wooden trains, complete with caboose, And guard cow catcher. A cool flute whistle that actually worked, He said it was like the Indian’s made, Out Oklahoma way. And he would know, He cowboyed there. His hands taught me to tie my shoes, Open and close my first pocketknife. Those same hands could become birds, rabbits, butterfly's, all sorts of things. When projected up on the wall, Silhouetted by a naked back light. His hands knew magic too, Pluck silver coins right out of my ears. His tired face matched his hands, visual weathered, creased and wrinkled road maps, Of 89 years of rugged roads traveled. Yet, his lively pale green eyes remained forever fraudulently youthful prisms, Eyes and spirit of a much younger man within. But it is his hands most of all I shall remember, Their imposing look and their reassuring touches of tenderness. I shall never forget my grandfather’s hands.
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Tormented by his past And by his open mind This sad and tired young man Did try at last and fast To escape from real life. Death of young sibling, Elder brother’s absence, Gore and agony Experienced in the past From a boy who jumped at last. This is the basic background Of Holden’s dreadful past And he of twisted mind He who feels hopeless Holden is crying in the inside. Children game recalled The Catcher in the Rye Wishing he was the one Children’s worriless lives When everything was alright.
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Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 9:22 PM UTC
Holden Caulfield
There's a tree over there that waits for its dreamer. *I have survived many. And lost much but to tell all would encumber several human spans because I have lived and longed. I have learned and yearned. I have waited. At the train station, where existence can only be fulfilled via a spiritual connection. Bounded by roots that twist and secure Soon to be bonded with thoughts Floating through the sky, riding the air waves, see-through till caught in a spider's web, or something like it. And imaginary gets real. Take in the matter Scrub the void with scrounged emotions and colors Pour in materials of lint and string. Mediums with no particular conductance, but taught it tight and strum till the vibrations reverberate and bring your idea to life in my wings Because you are my dreamer. And I am your catcher. Hung on a wooden peg, in your study. Waiting for the day you pick me up and all your dreams tumble out and materialize and you realize* who you are.
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Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 12:08 AM UTC
Dreamcatcher
Snitch-catcher. Cauldron-stirrer. Wand-waver. Quidditch-player. Stone-retriever. Riddle-killer. Buckbeak-rider. Triwizard-enterer. Phoenix-member. Snape-hater. Voldemort-fighter.
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Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 4:20 PM UTC
Harry Potter
We should legit organize our own Celebrity Softball Game. Play another Poetry Site Or Intramural. Show America a different side of stardom. Rent a sandlot. Wolf starting pitcher, Soul starting catcher. Eliot umpires. Everyone gets an At bat. Instead of hating on each other, Play together as a Team.
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC
When the Stars Come Out to Play
They sit atop a low wall kicking heels, Pyjamas draped in bathrobes pulled-to tight To ward Antarctic winds — Nearby the squeals Of blues and twos betray the mortal plight Of some ill-fated soul — A fog bank peels Up from their glowing embers, for in spite Of coughing blood and dragging drips on wheels, Collective will has long since lost the fight — And did they think as children at the flicks, As war was sold with glory, did they think As Bogart raised a lucifer to his lips How Tinseltown might guide them to this brink, And just like Fleming’s catcher tempt them in With candy coloured cartons and a grin?
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Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 10:52 AM UTC
Outside the Hospital
A dream catcher is the key to the soul, Keeping away bad thoughts before you go to bed, Having them in him for ever and ever, So the bad thoughts can't come back to your head. His own beauty compares nothing to me, With his entire silent stillness and grace, Keeping away all mt bad memories hidden to my sight, Having my dreams keep their pace. He has his own spirit far inside it, Placing away old bruises and cries, Scooping them away like cool earth dirt, Carrying them away from my eyes. He can't ever succeed another thing, Attempting to keep my innocence pure, He can show me subconscience from reality, He helps me keep my awareness sure. His own feathers are wild, curly, brown, While the beads are his khaki green eyes, He understands my abuse at a young age, Makes me face my demons and say good bye. His web to catch them are his hands, Big, steady, undeniably warm, Covering half the area of my back, While I breath in his chest and hide from harm. He knows he can leave, but he doesn't, He's a nightingal, my children and I are his songs to sing, Deeply breathing, protecting me all night, He wears the other matching ring.
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Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 2:54 AM UTC
Dreamcatcher
The equilibrium of the ecosystem is challenged by the rites of the 11th Century Norsemen. Smell the pine in the forests of North America where the dream catcher swings in the branches of the misty Boreal forest. We must never forget in our futile plight for supremacy, that the roots of trees are deeply connected to the annals of history where contemporary grandiosity is a mere mirage of what we call sophistication. Toccata and Fugue in D Minor is where Johann Sebastian Bach communicated his message as clear as the cries of those who were slaughtered in the Highland Clearances. Parallel octaves of our Viking ancestry are firmly established and will never be altered despite the quests of the New World Order.
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 3:58 PM UTC
Scandinavian Modernity
I promise to always lift you up When you are feeling down. I promise to wipe your tears When you feel you need to cry. I promise to keep you smiling To show off that beautiful smile you have. I promise to be your strength Whenever you fall weak. I promise to be your voice When you can't find the words. I promise to be your eyes When you cannot see. I promise to be your ears When you cannot hear. I promise to always tell you what's real When you want to hear the truth. I promise to be your dream catcher To chase away your every fear. I promise to be your smile When you're frowning. I promise to always cheer you up When you are down and blue. I promise to give you faith When you are feeling insecure. I promise to keep you sturdy When you are feeling unsafe. I promise to listen When you need to talk. I promise to tell you no lies, Just what is true. I promise to always lend you my shoulder For when you need to cry. I promise to always hold you When you need someone. I promise to always care for you. Wherever you are, I promise to always be there. I promise to never hurt you and never break your heart. I can't promise you the world. I can't promise you the sky. I can't promise you that we will never fight. I can't promise you that I will never cry, But I can promise you that I will always be true to you, And baby, I promise that I will always love you more than anything With all my heart. No matter what happens or what we go through. I'll love you until the end of time! I'll be your guardian angel. That's my promise to you!
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Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 11:48 AM UTC
My promise to you
I promise to always lift you up When you are feeling down. I promise to wipe your tears When you feel you need to cry. I promise to keep you smiling To show off that beautiful smile you have. I promise to be your strength Whenever you fall weak. I promise to be your voice When you can't find the words. I promise to be your eyes When you cannot see. I promise to be your ears When you cannot hear. I promise to always tell you what's real When you want to hear the truth. I promise to be your dream catcher To chase away your every fear. I promise to be your smile When you're frowning. I promise to always cheer you up When you are down and blue. I promise to give you faith When you are feeling insecure. I promise to keep you sturdy When you are feeling unsafe. I promise to listen When you need to talk. I promise to tell you no lies, Just what is true. I promise to always lend you my shoulder For when you need to cry. I promise to always hold you When you need someone. I promise to always care for you. Wherever you are, I promise to always be there. I promise to never hurt you and never break your heart. I can't promise you the world. I can't promise you the sky. I can't promise you that we will never fight. I can't promise you that I will never cry, But I can promise you that I will always be true to you, And baby, I promise that I will always love you more than anything With all my heart. No matter what happens or what we go through. I'll love you until the end of time! I'll be your guardian angel. That's my promise to you!
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Here come Jupiter child, You can hear the flowers crying as they plead for her to stay a while, She just collided with and intergalactic asteroid, But things were only created never destroyed, In the dark cool tunnels she found some pretty moon shrooms, sheltering growing seahorses wrapped in loose water droplet cocoons, Now towards earth you hear her come, Within the clouds she beats her tribal drums, The ocean sways and swells to the time of her rhythm and sound, Reaching deep into the sea forest to whales traveling homebound, She wears stars framed in turquoise, Like the kokopelli she gives birth to planets with grace and poise, Here comes Jupiter child, dread locks wound with comets, extracts from the universe, she mixes matter-less tonics, Recipes rooted deep in wizardry, she borrows knowledge from indians and aztecs to cure all misery, Her meteor showers made of her salty tears, Are earth's dream catcher, snaring all nighttime fears.
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Aug 22, 2010
Aug 22, 2010 at 10:01 PM UTC
Jupiter Child
Suncatcher. Looking straight past your actions, I find your intentions. I read them in dark pupils like Webster’s definitions. Despite glass eyes staring as you let me go, your iron curtain countenance was a stained glass window. I see your thoughts cross your mind like I might see tired old man crossing his living room, just before he draws the curtains in the evening. I watched through painted panes as you held yourself still, watched through unblinking windows as you fought your own will. And so I walked to my car, in the dark, alone, breathing clouds of grey vapor in the direction of home. And you stood across the street in the amber street lights that attract the moths whose wing beats my heart finds rhythm with as it flutters from rib to lung to throat, never holding still for fear of permanence. You thought you’d gotten your heart off your sleeves but it will always be a sun catcher, hanging from fishing line, casting cold colored shadows on the actions of a nervous mind, once thought invisible, the windows you hide behind let in just enough light for me see what I knew I’d find. Honey, I can read your smoke signals.
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Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 6:39 PM UTC
Suncatcher
the priest, whose tomato face looked like it might explode under collar tension, gave the valedictory at the friday night execution the yellow-toothed, combover'd serial killer buckled in electric chair kept staring at the door, expecting an ally to crawl in late but not too late the mother of one of the victims rattled on about how she didn't care that the killer had an allergy to the anesthetic used in lethal injection      he's going to die either way     what's it matter? buzz of fly    crack of rolled program against empty folding chair (yes, there were programs, and whoever laid them out knew their typography) buzz of fly raised upward, toward the black, magma-cooled ceiling audience chin up, pupils circled fly as the priest droned on about everlasting life like a Paul Simon song from his youth like a catcher's mitt from his youth like a youth from his youth the boyfriend of one of the mothers of one of the victims said he was hungry    pancakes sound good, don't they? I love it when syrup gets on the bacon, you know? love that. a pudgy guard with bleary eyes and 12 a.m. shadow rolled his index finger   lowered his brow, telling the priest to wrap it up   so the priest wrapped it up by reading the names of the victims Tara Barnes, 17, Rachel Lythe, 10, Julie McPherson, 13, Serenity Strongman, 15, and Mary Beth Williamson, 13 the priest said something about judgement as the boyfriend of the mother of one of the victims took another swat at the fly                       missed any last words? the priest asked where's James? the killer asked, he was supposed to be here did you guys give him the right time? the guard nodded to a lab coat by a black box then a hiss then a hum then an inhale the first jolt of alternating current for instantaneous brain death hard to tell if they succeeded in that for the second jolt came only a moment later    this shock's aim to fatally damage the internal organs, overstimulate the heart and the killer's face looked like a horse's leg then an exhale then a hum then a hiss and the killer's face looked like the crinkled skinmemory of a cicada it was late   most of the best restaurants already closed but we could go to that diner off 63rd, the boyfriend of the mother of one of the victims, said
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Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 1:07 PM UTC
brain death
the priest, whose tomato face looked like it might explode under collar tension, gave the valedictory at the friday night execution the yellow-toothed, combover'd serial killer buckled in electric chair kept staring at the door, expecting an ally to crawl in late but not too late the mother of one of the victims rattled on about how she didn't care that the killer had an allergy to the anesthetic used in lethal injection      he's going to die either way     what's it matter? buzz of fly    crack of rolled program against empty folding chair (yes, there were programs, and whoever laid them out knew their typography) buzz of fly raised upward, toward the black, magma-cooled ceiling audience chin up, pupils circled fly as the priest droned on about everlasting life like a Paul Simon song from his youth like a catcher's mitt from his youth like a youth from his youth the boyfriend of one of the mothers of one of the victims said he was hungry    pancakes sound good, don't they? I love it when syrup gets on the bacon, you know? love that. a pudgy guard with bleary eyes and 12 a.m. shadow rolled his index finger   lowered his brow, telling the priest to wrap it up   so the priest wrapped it up by reading the names of the victims Tara Barnes, 17, Rachel Lythe, 10, Julie McPherson, 13, Serenity Strongman, 15, and Mary Beth Williamson, 13 the priest said something about judgement as the boyfriend of the mother of one of the victims took another swat at the fly                       missed any last words? the priest asked where's James? the killer asked, he was supposed to be here did you guys give him the right time? the guard nodded to a lab coat by a black box then a hiss then a hum then an inhale the first jolt of alternating current for instantaneous brain death hard to tell if they succeeded in that for the second jolt came only a moment later    this shock's aim to fatally damage the internal organs, overstimulate the heart and the killer's face looked like a horse's leg then an exhale then a hum then a hiss and the killer's face looked like the crinkled skinmemory of a cicada it was late   most of the best restaurants already closed but we could go to that diner off 63rd, the boyfriend of the mother of one of the victims, said
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Like lucid dreams entrapped   within a circlet ornately adorned    A sweetest love conceived    but can't be borne     Trailing feathers      billowing light as rain        Starkness in ink        blot reckless in heavy stain      Strings strung taut    attempting to keep all in place   Dream catcher sways by the window, free and chaste
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Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 4:56 AM UTC
Dream Catcher