"xxxii" poems
XXXII. TO SELENE (20 lines)
(ll. 1-13) And next, sweet voiced Muses, daughters of Zeus, well-
skilled in song, tell of the long-winged (35) Moon. From her
immortal head a radiance is shown from heaven and embraces earth;
and great is the beauty that ariseth from her shining light. The
air, unlit before, glows with the light of her golden crown, and
her rays beam clear, whensoever bright Selene having bathed her
lovely body in the waters of Ocean, and donned her far-gleaming,
shining team, drives on her long-maned horses at full speed, at
eventime in the mid-month: then her great orbit is full and then
her beams shine brightest as she increases. So she is a sure
token and a sign to mortal men.
(ll. 14-16) Once the Son of Cronos was joined with her in love;
and she conceived and bare a daughter Pandia, exceeding lovely
amongst the deathless gods.
(ll. 17-20) Hail, white-armed goddess, bright Selene, mild,
bright-tressed queen! And now I will leave you and sing the
glories of men half-divine, whose deeds minstrels, the servants
of the Muses, celebrate with lovely lips.
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XXXII
The first time that the sun rose on thine oath
To love me, I looked forward to the moon
To slacken all those bonds which seemed too soon
And quickly tied to make a lasting troth.
Quick-loving hearts, I thought, may quickly loathe;
And, looking on myself, I seemed not one
For such man’s love!—more like an out-of-tune
Worn viol, a good singer would be wroth
To spoil his song with, and which, snatched in haste,
Is laid down at the first ill-sounding note.
I did not wrong myself so, but I placed
A wrong on thee. For perfect strains may float
’Neath master-hands, from instruments defaced,—
And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat.
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Ever since I started to leave the box I was in
I seared in my mind that I needed another hand to help me up
Another lung to keep me breathing
I’ve always believed I needed the extra set of words from another mouth
As I walked I saw how each person took me to their world
Left me astonished of how they have built their own
Left me questioning everything I thought I was sure of
As I walked I picked up pieces of people I thought I needed
Greedily putting them in my pockets
Hoping I can fit them in me when I get home
Recklessly kneeling and fitting the pieces in my broken parts
Slamming, or at least trying, the ones I want to fit
Jamming them right in me, hurting in all ways possible
As I walked I tried scratching the pieces of people away
Scrubbing away the pieces that left dents
Dents that were too much or too little
As I walked I eagerly wanted each piece to be mine
I want new people to dive in me and see every person I’ve been with
See how they tried to change me
And fit me in their little unsteady shaking hands
See how their words dropped me
See how they tried to tell me it’s going to okay
And how I stood up, used to being dropped in the sea of new pieces
As I walked, I saw you, right there, outside my porch with a box
Steadily, you handed me a box of your broken pieces
I know you’re fragile, but this world keeps on breaking you
I recognized all the right words to say, the right times to say them
I studied all your fears and why you played it safe
You let me in, I didn’t blink, didn’t flinch
I shook hands with your worst nightmare
Your monsters looked so much like mine
They never hid from me, recognizing me even
I laughed at all those times you promised people you’d stay
I cried at the times you felt like settling down
You deserved more but were too afraid to wait
As I devour your world,
I began thinking you’re all the demons in my head
I saw why your monsters welcomed me
Why your nightmares said hi
They were me
I am the monster inside you, pushing you to your limits
Whispering your worst desires and how to keep them in
I am your worst nightmare
Fixing your doubts so you’ll wake up knowing what to do
Leaving you breathless late at night
Keeping you awake most days
I am your soulmate
The universe didn’t like us
Spit out thousands of stars just to break us
It ended there
Or did it?
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 9:45 AM UTC
I’ll love my sweetest Ipsitilla
My delish, my pretty hare!
Tell me to come to you round about lunchtime.
And if you command it, I’m there at your bidding.
Let none bar the house’s doorstep
And make not your pleasure then to go out,
But stay at home, ready for us
To do it nine times in one long ****
Alright, if you ask, I’ll obey on the spot:
Once having dined, I’ll flop supine
Poking out of my tunic as well as my cloak.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 6:34 AM UTC
Companion, partner, lover, best-friend...
Didn't sacrifice; for a distant roommate.
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 8:06 PM UTC
Listen, listen
Listen to the rain falling down
Each drop a tale
Washing away all our sins
Listen to the rain as it cries
Telling us their secrets
To repent
Mar 3, 2010
Mar 3, 2010 at 4:05 PM UTC
dear basil,
this isn't about christmas,
though i hope you have a good one.
this is about crying.
or more like
how you don't.
i would say i don't want you to
but i know you.
and your eyes are my eyes.
so i need them to cry.
if they won't cry for her
let them cry for me.
cry for the me you lost
cry for the you that you can't find
cry for the person in the mirror
who doesn't ******* deserve this
because you don't.
YOU DON'T ******* DESERVE THIS.
just because your bruises are healing
doesn't mean that your skin is okay.
it's cracking.
you're cracking.
break open.
love,
basil
Dec 25, 2020
Dec 25, 2020 at 9:52 PM UTC
I just can't seem to get out of my head these days,
that's why I've got a penchant for smiling, when it rains.
You don't quite see the sun when you dwell in the shade,
I've grown beyond a longing for it's warmth on my face.
Nothing's concrete, I see the grey in your white and black.
It's a paradoxical existence, much like Schrodingers' cat.
Am I dead or alive? **** where the hell am I at that?
My thoughts zip through my head like a thousand angry gnats.
Living The Heart of Darkness things seem increasingly insane,
but I'm trapped on this twisted river, heading deep into my brain.
Maybe it's because in here, I form monsters out of pain.
To feel emotion's difficult, but monsters can be slain.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC
XXXII
February 2, 2001.
The last male survivor of the sinking of the Titanic
Has died in Southern France.
He did not remember being afraid.
Why should he have been?
Cradled in a father’s embrace,
Still warm from sleep.
A father would never know that his boys,
Would one day be known only as Orphans
Of the Titanic
As children with no names-
But at least they lived.
At least they lived.
The hands of a ship that took so many
That left so many wasted,
That took the souls of the fathers
Of the mothers
Of the sons, the daughters
Left him-
Still warm from sleep
He lived to be 92 years old.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 9:39 AM UTC
He reads me like the book he flips through pages at night when he can't sleep, and he thinks that he can't ever temper with the story, when he changes it every time his fingers run down the sides of the pages.
He sees the wrinkles, he tries to help because he won't close the covers till they are planate, and the soaked papers dry.
In all the wonders he can transact, to my heart he did best. He is still at it, making ours a freakishly beautiful drawn story on this wide canvas he calls 'forever'. Forever that is never enough for him, for us. He keeps on adding pages, and papers, attaching them to the still life.
If one day things don't work out, it might then be a story that souls in love would come to venture.
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 3:18 PM UTC
La casa en la mañana con la verdad revuelta
de sábanas y plumas, el origen del día
sin dirección, errante como una pobre barca,
entre los horizontes del orden y del sueño.
Las cosas quieren arrastrar vestigios,
adherencias sin rumbo, herencias frías,
los papeles esconden vocales arrugadas
y en la botella el vino quiere seguir su ayer.
Ordenadora, pasas vibrando como abeja
tocando las regiones perdidas por la sombra
conquistando la luz con tu blanca energía.
Y se construye entonces la claridad de nuevo:
obedecen las cosas al viento de la vida
y el orden establece su pan y su paloma.
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seeing you again
made me remember
seeing you at such
a vulnerable state
made me want
those three days filled
with holding hands &
nearly drowning in
the creek back.
seeing you again
reminded me that
i left you, that i
shouldn't be missing
you so much.
seeing you again
& you not saying
a word made me
realize that you
don't miss me at all.
i was just another
girl on your list
& that destroys
me so much..
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
XXVIII.
because your wrist is cramped up and everything's so temporary but you just want permanent change you want change so bad
XXIX.
because you want to ruin yourself but how can you do that and also help everyone else
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because it's always so tempting to say you can stop caring and it's always so tempting to say you can take care of them while ruining yourself
XXXI.
because you really don't know how anyone gets better or if they do
XXXII.
because you know to be okay you'll have to be there for yourself, too and nothing has ever seemed so impossible as this
XXXIII.
because really you know they'll be okay without you because you're not entirely necessary
XXXIV.
because you don't want to be necessary not really because you don't trust yourself but also you do because then you'd have a reason to stay but you really don't know if you want that either
XXXV.
because you can see the future coming but you can't see yourself and you've always struggled with faith
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 8:56 PM UTC
forgive me my madness,
eccentricities,
my faults
my tenderness
that pain
a thorn inside my brain
and skin so human
that it hurts
my eyes of marble
so hardly
knew intense; a sight
beyond light and that
thrump
within
the cargo vessel
held;
lifetimes of love
and sorrow some
of which my soul
measured
a life on hold
to save this spot
so much like Gold.
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 12:21 PM UTC
Genesis 26:
Then God said, "Let us make man in our image, after our likeness; and let them have "dominion" over the fish of the sea, and over the birds of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing, that creeps upon the earth."
Question: Does this apply to cats?
(cats let us think we do(have dominion), but we don't, really!)
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 10:01 AM UTC
Pasaba arrolladora en su hermosura
y el paso le dejé;
ni aun a mirarla me volví y, no obstante,
algo a mi oído murmuró: -Esa es. ¿Quién reunió la tarde a la mañana?
Lo ignoro; sólo sé
que en una breve noche de verano
se unieron los crepúsculos, y... fue.
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"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXXII "
I heard on the radio a killing
Frenzy by humans malignant contagion
Of heart circling the planet on thought winds
We cannot help it it is our conditioning
To death in this times pain momentum we
Don't have to smoke shoot-up pop drink yell hit
But oh the urge moves us beyond our strength
Threshold we fall down to animus heart
Part of this age might as well admit it
To see it perhaps to stop creating
It preconscious survival curse my blood
Better than your blood more deserving of
Life illusion core sentient paradigm
Moving hands to **** the lesser others
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 11:40 PM UTC
Hay algo más tonto en la vida
que llamarse Pablo Neruda?
Hay en el cielo de Colombia
un coleccionista de nubes?
Por qué siempre se hacen en Londres
los congresos de los paraguas?
Sangre color de amaranto
tenía la reina de Saba?
Cuando lloraba Baudelaire
lloraba con lágrimas negras?
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