I wore the darkness as the sound of a flurry of wings there are doves and ravens …in us all I am enraged…at my losses but I never want them back pitiful little endeavors, laying on the floor like straw, in a haunted heap beneath shuddering timbers
There are some things you have to “feel” your way through
The blinding: Is sanctuary The pain: penalty for relishing the anticipation of vertigo… the texture of desire the way bruises rise like the thorns of roses sting the way I pull poetry from my lips bending, balking….all cannibalistic in senses sized up by the drastic scent…of hysteria like stolen roses…beautiful, but not intended for you ..God help me….I do wish for one more look back
Panic and Hunger is law…. the kidneys’ will always lust for sugar
I am inside you…always… nothing can change that I curl my talons into knots…hunched stealthily inward…and wait…...just….like this….for years waiting for Pan’s magical flute..to lure me from my perch…humming through bones ascending the liver’s ten kinds of desire exposing…the deviance..under the gown I dawn for these occasions
there is terror in the cross grain, of the cloth…tied securely… I have been in this blind spot…before I’ve learned to cringe inwardly…before my knees buckle I feel the pain before the actual blow
I knew I know So I will try not to assume anything keep very still….as I listen for the gait of your footfall and wait…while my body takes on a crossroads weight pick at the poetry forming sores at my lips and kiss goodbye what was cloaked in fire… swallow the octaves of decorum
Adore me now? heal my wrists… Husband my soul… when one must…See where I’m frayed unbind me… from this length of twine, rib-boned in such a way I am blinded…still this residency I’ve taken up historically manufactures, in two biting intensities that would be you….and I the variable is….. I no longer need my eyes to see
Well DAMN. I am enraged…at my losses but I never want them back pitiful little endeavors, laying on the floor like straw, in a haunted heap beneath shuddering timbers
There are some things you have to “feel” your way through
The blinding: Is sanctuary The pain: penalty for relishing the anticipation of vertigo… the texture of desire the way bruises rise like the thorns of roses sting the way I pull poetry from my lips bending, balking….all cannibalistic in senses sized up by the drastic scent…of hysteria like stolen roses…beautiful, but not intended for you ..God help me….I do wish for one more look back
HELLO! There is so much going on in this thing . For some reason I gravitate to those verses - I just like them I guess. But the whole thing is incredibly good. Incredibly good
This peace you offer Pinioned prayers and platitudes Scry in the mercury shattered Your brittle whispers snap in the rarified air
This madness is thunder at the back of my throat Ragged and storm weary I tread water in your wake Spin my tahrihim and trim the fringe I am the terminus of fragile breath Falling away from you
*Benedicimus Deum meum adventum et egrediente There is solace in the blind blue moments Let me surrender To the baptism of despair The upwelling catechism of *deliquescence Souls fall clutching the flesh Gasping for one more shredding dream Fill the spinnaker and set sail
I am no longer a seaworthy vessel This tethered hope you offer On flitting wings Is the drone of hornets in my hair Stinging nettles in my mouth I crave Oblivion And you are bound to your promise It is my free will To let go...
06/12/12 *God bless my coming and my going out *melt away/decay
This madness is thunder at the back of my throat Ragged and storm weary I tread water in your wake Spin my tahrihim and trim the fringe I am the terminus of fragile breath Falling away from you
This I understand on a personal level, identifying to the 10th degree, such a sad plight for us Tam, though this part right here... I felt in my gut like a bleeding wound....the holy mass? I know this is part of it..
*Benedicimus Deum meum adventum et egrediente There is solace in the blind blue moments Let me surrender To the baptism of despair The upwelling catechism of *deliquescence Souls fall clutching the flesh Gasping for one more shredding dream Fill the spinnaker and set sail
This is spectacular poetry....awesome, meaty, metaphorical poetry...I was enthralled and re-read multiple times...just to relive it..
thank you so much. My heart is full - but the room is empty. I can't get the words out right, not because they aren't there - but because there are too many at one time. I'm so glad you understood this thing.
ah....yes....it does
ReplyDeleteI wore the darkness
ReplyDeleteas the sound of a flurry of wings
there are doves and ravens …in us all
I am enraged…at my losses
but I never want them back
pitiful little endeavors, laying on the floor like straw,
in a haunted heap
beneath shuddering timbers
There are some things you have to “feel” your way through
The blinding: Is sanctuary
The pain: penalty for relishing
the anticipation of vertigo…
the texture of desire
the way bruises rise like the thorns of roses sting
the way I pull poetry from my lips
bending, balking….all cannibalistic in senses
sized up by the drastic scent…of hysteria
like stolen roses…beautiful, but not intended for you
..God help me….I do wish for one more look back
Panic and Hunger is law…. the kidneys’ will always lust for sugar
I am inside you…always…
nothing can change that
I curl my talons into knots…hunched
stealthily inward…and wait…...just….like this….for years
waiting for Pan’s magical flute..to lure me
from my perch…humming through bones
ascending the liver’s ten kinds of desire
exposing…the deviance..under the
gown I dawn for these occasions
there is terror in the cross grain,
of the cloth…tied securely…
I have been in this blind spot…before
I’ve learned to cringe inwardly…before my knees buckle
I feel the pain before the actual blow
I knew
I know
So
I will try not to assume anything
keep very still….as I listen for the gait of your footfall
and wait…while my body takes on a crossroads weight
pick at the poetry forming sores at my lips
and kiss goodbye what was cloaked in fire…
swallow the octaves of decorum
Adore me now?
heal my wrists…
Husband my soul…
when one must…See
where I’m frayed
unbind me…
from this length of twine, rib-boned
in such a way I am blinded…still
this residency I’ve taken up
historically manufactures, in two biting intensities
that would be you….and I
the variable is…..
I no longer need my eyes to see
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Well DAMN.
ReplyDeleteI am enraged…at my losses
but I never want them back
pitiful little endeavors, laying on the floor like straw,
in a haunted heap
beneath shuddering timbers
There are some things you have to “feel” your way through
The blinding: Is sanctuary
The pain: penalty for relishing
the anticipation of vertigo…
the texture of desire
the way bruises rise like the thorns of roses sting
the way I pull poetry from my lips
bending, balking….all cannibalistic in senses
sized up by the drastic scent…of hysteria
like stolen roses…beautiful, but not intended for you
..God help me….I do wish for one more look back
HELLO! There is so much going on in this thing . For some reason I gravitate to those verses - I just like them I guess. But the whole thing is incredibly good. Incredibly good
Bella Donna Requiem
ReplyDeleteThis peace you offer
Pinioned prayers and platitudes
Scry in the mercury shattered
Your brittle whispers snap in the rarified air
This madness is thunder at the back of my throat
Ragged and storm weary
I tread water in your wake
Spin my tahrihim and trim the fringe
I am the terminus of fragile breath
Falling away from you
*Benedicimus Deum meum adventum et egrediente
There is solace in the blind blue moments
Let me surrender
To the baptism of despair
The upwelling catechism of *deliquescence
Souls fall clutching the flesh
Gasping for one more shredding dream
Fill the spinnaker and set sail
I am no longer a seaworthy vessel
This tethered hope you offer
On flitting wings
Is the drone of hornets in my hair
Stinging nettles in my mouth
I crave
Oblivion
And you are bound to your promise
It is my free will
To let go...
06/12/12
*God bless my coming and my going out
*melt away/decay
maybe I should name it hysteria....lol
ReplyDeleteThis madness is thunder at the back of my throat
ReplyDeleteRagged and storm weary
I tread water in your wake
Spin my tahrihim and trim the fringe
I am the terminus of fragile breath
Falling away from you
This I understand on a personal level, identifying to the 10th degree, such a sad plight for us Tam,
though this part right here... I felt in my gut like a bleeding wound....the holy mass? I know this is part of it..
*Benedicimus Deum meum adventum et egrediente
There is solace in the blind blue moments
Let me surrender
To the baptism of despair
The upwelling catechism of *deliquescence
Souls fall clutching the flesh
Gasping for one more shredding dream
Fill the spinnaker and set sail
This is spectacular poetry....awesome, meaty, metaphorical poetry...I was enthralled and re-read multiple times...just to relive it..
Sass
thank you so much. My heart is full - but the room is empty. I can't get the words out right, not because they aren't there - but because there are too many at one time. I'm so glad you understood this thing.
ReplyDelete