My love is like an unfinished poem With only a line or two That can cut entirely through The thick brush that obstructs the path back home.
_________________ And here we always meet, at the station of our heart / Looking at each other as if we were in a dream /Seeing for the first time different eyes so supreme / That bright flames burst into vision, keeping us apart.
perpetualburn
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He stands triumphant in the golden light. She is at last his pride and everlasting companion, But still she doubts the rich day like the night, So back down he goes to rake coals in the red rock canyon.
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As a pillar of rising smoke did my angel condescend and appear Standing without reserve on the exhausted banks of infinite sorrow Gesturing to a gentle stream that overflows into tomorrow With the collected dreams of a tragic love so painfully far and near.
_________________ And here we always meet, at the station of our heart / Looking at each other as if we were in a dream /Seeing for the first time different eyes so supreme / That bright flames burst into vision, keeping us apart.
Lyssa Har Har Harr
Gender : Posts : 8965 Join date : 2012-03-01 Location : The Cockpit
"This mournful moon, this unease Inner turbulence, lagoon, Inside the solitude, a dying body, All this I owe to you. Such immense Plans and future, ships, Walls of ivory, words full Always consented to. It would be December. A jade horse beneath the waters A double transparency, a line in mid-air All these things at your fingertips All undone through the portal of time Silent and blue. Mornings of glass, Wind, a hollow soul, a sun I can not see
This, too, I owe to you.
When Beatrice and Cayanna ask you, Dionysus, If you love me, you may say you love me not. It little matters to me Being nothing around you, a shadow, tattered stuff In the judgement of your mother and sister. What matters to me, Dionysus, is what you say in bed, in my ear And what you say cannot be sung Because they are shameless, raging words And in my verse they would sound wrong
And in my room love is the word.
It is as it should be, Dionysus: do not come Voice and wind only Of the out there
Supposing alone That if you were inside
This important voice, this wind of the branches out there
Would never reach me. Absorbed I would listen To the essence of your song. Do not come, Dionysus, For it is better to dream your roughness And every night, savour victory anew Thinking: tomorrow, yes, you will come And tomorrow will be a time of plenty: Every night, I Ariana, making ready Fragrance and body. And a verse every night Unfolding from the wisdom of your absence.
Send me word, if you can, "The moon is full, the house is clear." Send me word, and paradise Shall be nearer, and your uncertain face Shall seem more recent. Send for me if your day Is as long as your night. If it's true Without me you see nothing but monotony. If you remember the gleam of tides Some pale red fish In certain seas And my wet feet, send me word: "It's a moonless night" And dressed in light, I come to see you again.
I smile when I wonder Where in your room You keep my verse. Away from your Political books? In the first drawer Close to the window? Do you smile when you read Or are you tired of seeing Such abandon Amorous spark On my ripened face? Do I seem beautiful Or am I to you, perhaps Too much of a poet, And not serious enough? What does the man think Of the poet? That there's no truth In my drunkenness And that you prefer A friend more peaceful And less adventurous? That you simply cannot Keep in your room Worldly traces Of my passionate words? Do you see me as mad? Do you see me as pure? Do you see me as young?
Or is it true That you never knew me?"
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"ἐδιζησάμην ἐμεωυτόν." [Heraclitus]
"All that exists is just and unjust and equally justified in both." [Aeschylus, Prometheus]
"The history of everyday is constituted by our habits. ... How have you lived today?" [N.]
*Become clean, my friends.*
perpetualburn
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Everything returns like spring to its initial state Where the wind carries the fragrance of our demon fate. Through colorful flowers and dark brooding trees alike Eurydice unfolds with the scent of a fresh Reich.
_________________ And here we always meet, at the station of our heart / Looking at each other as if we were in a dream /Seeing for the first time different eyes so supreme / That bright flames burst into vision, keeping us apart.
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Hrodeberto
Gender : Posts : 1318 Join date : 2014-07-14 Age : 37 Location : Spaces
The hotly contested soil of our sacred spot, Where sprung a perfect moment that must be taught, Becomes a battlefield for all trains of thought Till one timeless idea arrives unsought.
And on this hill at the height of summer fast A man calmly rises to a new cool caste. From above himself he commands his whole past As fragmented souls suffer the spell he casts.
But dark magic working at an unseen rate Restores endless struggle to a lighter fate. And those that wish to fall never fall too late When children grant a push without flat debate.
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Take my hand and we'll fly past the moon and the mighty stars On bright wings that fan the irritable temper of Mars. This love of ours will journey to mock all of time and space Before arriving back in the light of each other's face.
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Woman: forged in the fires of hell Where that one creative angel Fell Retains the memory of a love That burns with the lightness of a dove.
Man: ravaged by the darkest black flame Returns eternally to reclaim The red dawn as his bride for all time, Freed to release him on his sky climb.
_________________ And here we always meet, at the station of our heart / Looking at each other as if we were in a dream /Seeing for the first time different eyes so supreme / That bright flames burst into vision, keeping us apart.
Hrodeberto
Gender : Posts : 1318 Join date : 2014-07-14 Age : 37 Location : Spaces
Salutations, inexhaustibly complacent and gainly New World Passerine. You prudent and resolute enmity of Gravity. You ubiquitously restless and motionful permeator of dampened Skies. For whom are your sonorous intimations? To where do you covet your aspirations? And when will you take respite, confluenced with the nominal inhalation and nuances of the Sun? Entreatingly with constancy - not so soon; there are timeless peaks of peaks to construe.
_________________ Life has a twisted sense of humour, doesn't it. . . .
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Hrodeberto
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She looks at him looking at his sun As if he can see an unknown world Lit by a fire lovingly unfurled From his warm heart where she is the one.
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You look back, but she's no longer there. Wide awake with an emptying stare Into the abyss that doesn't care If you fall to your death unaware Of life-saving threads of teasing hair, She looks forward to your take and fare Of this ill-fated shadow affair.
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I watch her abandoned dance And laugh like one in a trance With life and its need to play On my heart's deep naivete .
_________________ And here we always meet, at the station of our heart / Looking at each other as if we were in a dream /Seeing for the first time different eyes so supreme / That bright flames burst into vision, keeping us apart.
perpetualburn
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A lover's song, so simple and sweet, Like grapes crushed under enchanting feet Can evoke the most complex desire To follow dancing maids though barbed wire.
_________________ And here we always meet, at the station of our heart / Looking at each other as if we were in a dream /Seeing for the first time different eyes so supreme / That bright flames burst into vision, keeping us apart.
perpetualburn
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I reflect on the life-forming loss That keeps us stranded on separate worlds With only the cold blanket of the night sky And I dream of a silver bridge Connecting every memory with the moment I first saw your smiling face Through the clearest glass window Of our starship youth.
And these strange stars That others look to for redemption After a brush with alien life Are finally restored by us When we wear the leather of each other's night And calmly ride into the perplexing light That fills the gateway of a glance Dying to get back home.
_________________ And here we always meet, at the station of our heart / Looking at each other as if we were in a dream /Seeing for the first time different eyes so supreme / That bright flames burst into vision, keeping us apart.
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perpetualburn
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My pain reaches into the depth of sadness Where beauty waits by the skin of a woman To unfold in the form of a rose For the man that confidently knows Not to grab at joy With dirty need.
And I pull out a delicate understanding of death and its lover life With the confirmation of the dawn Who blushes like a woman turned on By the sight of blood On a man's blue soaring vision.
_________________ And here we always meet, at the station of our heart / Looking at each other as if we were in a dream /Seeing for the first time different eyes so supreme / That bright flames burst into vision, keeping us apart.
perpetualburn
Gender : Posts : 955 Join date : 2013-01-03 Location : MA
Don't be lead into the sunset By an irresponsible girl Who seems sweeter Than the citrus sun. She lives only for the taste Of being naively chased Into the savory violence Of the red velvet sky Dying to absorb your lasting light Before fading from rosy view.
_________________ And here we always meet, at the station of our heart / Looking at each other as if we were in a dream /Seeing for the first time different eyes so supreme / That bright flames burst into vision, keeping us apart.
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Hrodeberto
Gender : Posts : 1318 Join date : 2014-07-14 Age : 37 Location : Spaces
Whose heart we only begin to understand when the moment counts. Whose honour belongs more in Rome than Verona. Whose pride, exemplified by a poetry without equal, tells him without description to stand his ground and defy Romeo's "tender" prescriptions. Whose leopard skin drapes lion kings with shifting patterns of an elusive gold. Whose hold on life speaks mountains to his hold of the stars. Whose audacity we aspire to like fledglings of fate. Whose words,that once released from the fiery gate, dance dangerously close to the heavy lusting hooves of summer, and in leaving a cool path, spur the serious sun to finally join lighthearted discussion. Whose wit turns tragedy to comedy and back again before turning the corner on all concrete hearts. Whose mischievous smile, so full of light, spell-bounds even devoted witches of night. Whose dreams we dare not imagine unless we're ready to face reality's dragon. Whose temper quickens even the blood of the gods, And whose passion puts lovers in their place...
We depart always at the right time, Our seasoned words burning strong like thyme.
_________________ And here we always meet, at the station of our heart / Looking at each other as if we were in a dream /Seeing for the first time different eyes so supreme / That bright flames burst into vision, keeping us apart.
perpetualburn
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She is the wet body that makes us weep When we think of a love so wide and deep That no ocean or canyon could express The time put into this well of excess.
_________________ And here we always meet, at the station of our heart / Looking at each other as if we were in a dream /Seeing for the first time different eyes so supreme / That bright flames burst into vision, keeping us apart.
perpetualburn
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Like the earth embracing the incoming light With a pink sky of heartfelt surrender She lays down on a bed of thorny roses, Ready to bleed for the man that sends her.
_________________ And here we always meet, at the station of our heart / Looking at each other as if we were in a dream /Seeing for the first time different eyes so supreme / That bright flames burst into vision, keeping us apart.
Hrodeberto
Gender : Posts : 1318 Join date : 2014-07-14 Age : 37 Location : Spaces
The lacerated remains of a once glorious sun Are seen slowly decomposing in stacks of golden hay Before being thrown into the keen imaginations Of monstrous children that rip apart as they freshly play.
_________________ And here we always meet, at the station of our heart / Looking at each other as if we were in a dream /Seeing for the first time different eyes so supreme / That bright flames burst into vision, keeping us apart.
Arditezza
Gender : Posts : 274 Join date : 2014-11-20 Age : 52 Location : Midwest
As a child we test boundries Hold our hand against the hot stove And see how long we can bear the heat Sweat pouring down our foreheads in anticipation For that sharp exciting thrill that creeps up our spine Explodes into our head and shocks every nerve into goosebumps Just before the brain notices the pain Just before we have to pull away Love is a fire like that We test We try And we hold Until the goosebumps appear Trying to make that feeling last As we explore each others being We add energy, and breath and the spark of passion Hoping for an raging inferno That burns long into the night We stand, insolently naive waiting For that lick of pleasure before the pain The off chance that we can hold it there Before the tears drown the flames Or we smother it out all together Inhale smoke so hot our lungs burn And we forget how to breathe But we stand waiting, blistering Obscured in the smoke for too long Before we notice that our skin is charred In the fallout we wait for the scars to heal Take pieces of ourselves to cover the wounds Hope that the damage doesn’t scare others away But our scars become our warning signs The masks we wear Signposts Guiding those who visit Reminding them we are a tourist spot A dock to greater journeys yet to come That we no longer build bonfires Climb mountains, sail the seas Our outer shell of skin grafts And scar tissues is too thick To feel goosebumps
_________________ When your arguments are guided by your conclusions, you aren't doing philosophy, you are merely demonstrating your bias.
perpetualburn
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But our scars become our warning signs The masks we wear Signposts Guiding those who visit Reminding them we are a tourist spot A dock to greater journeys yet to come
That's really good.
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Never stop loving that saucy bitch they call empty space Because when you fall asleep Beside the night so damned deep She reveals the most beautiful contradictory face.
--- The silver ignited stars have always been falling Homeless through heavenly space where beauty is sprawling Til being straightened out by an arrow of longing That calmly gathers the distant light of belonging.
_________________ And here we always meet, at the station of our heart / Looking at each other as if we were in a dream /Seeing for the first time different eyes so supreme / That bright flames burst into vision, keeping us apart.
Arditezza
Gender : Posts : 274 Join date : 2014-11-20 Age : 52 Location : Midwest
Take my hand and we'll fly past the moon and the mighty stars On bright wings that fan the irritable temper of Mars. This love of ours will journey to mock all of time and space Before arriving back in the light of each other's face.
I love this, I have been also writing some poetry that is otherworldly lately. Perhaps there is something in the water.
This was written April 16, 2015 around the same time;
I am a multiverse Full of atoms flowing Creating and destroying Planets inside my head That spin around suns A brilliant supernova My words are particles shining Plucked beautifully From the edges of newborn stars With wonders unknown The composition of which Is yet to be realized Navigating through space And time transcendent Skidding carefully On edges of black holes Careful to avoid the vortex The debris often pierces My soul with wounds Experience riddled I adapt and expand My universes And all the beauty I draw with my ideas Filling in spaces Colouring the world With multitudes Born within my heart Exuded from the tip of my pen A glimpse into my galaxies Begging to be explored
_________________ When your arguments are guided by your conclusions, you aren't doing philosophy, you are merely demonstrating your bias.
Moonlight streams, Howling winds and leaves The fire in her eyes, They never lie She is hotter than hell And colder than a blizzard Always on the periphery, But ultimately a Medusa's gaze She slowly chisels ice from her heart, To cool my cup of death. The last drop, The beginning of a dragon's breath.
perpetualburn
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I dream of steel bridges That support silver crossings And the men that lead the way Over silky water of darkest depths Where sly monsters have no say. And I am transported As if by a shuttle of familiar light To a place that welcomes all words To describe this eternal city Built beneath the clashing of swords And the sharp blades That keep their rose promises. Now the moment arrives In a stream of blood As I stand before a treasure trove Of dark secret trees That huddle into a quiet grove To protect the evening flower From loud and heavy feet. So I become a shadow of the night To make quick but trusted friends With everything touched by cryptic moonlight. And the black nocturnal bodies That guard the mystery of my heart Finally back off, providing a portal To an intimate place On the other side of everything mortal Where true love waits To prick me awake.
_________________ And here we always meet, at the station of our heart / Looking at each other as if we were in a dream /Seeing for the first time different eyes so supreme / That bright flames burst into vision, keeping us apart.
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OhFortunae
Gender : Posts : 2311 Join date : 2013-10-26 Age : 30 Location : Land of Dance and Song
Steel, silver, lead; bridges, crossings, way, depths. Superb, reminds me a little of Serrano's vision about the eternal cities, discs of light, the eternal myth.
_________________ 1. "Youth, oh, youth! | of whom then, youth, art thou born? Say whose son thou art, Who in Fafnir's blood | thy bright blade reddened, And struck thy sword to my heart."
2. "The Noble Hart | my name, and I go A motherless man abroad; Father I had not, | as others have, And lonely ever I live."
perpetualburn
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The steel in my stars begins to rust Listening to clumsy white clownish seagulls Harass the enduring but serious rocks. And I sink right into the hazy sea Of a smothering Calypso Whose sad affection manages to send me Joyfully back to Old Silver Beach Where we first cut our little feet On the still end of broken glass. And here, home by the dark cave, I flash and play With floating threads of dancing light Left in the distance by my Ariadne To help me navigate the salty but warm coastline Of an endlessly reconstructing jagged love That pushes and pulls with the tides.
_________________ And here we always meet, at the station of our heart / Looking at each other as if we were in a dream /Seeing for the first time different eyes so supreme / That bright flames burst into vision, keeping us apart.
perpetualburn
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Do I still have ears ? Am I all ears and nothing else ? Here I stand in the flaming surf whose white tongues are licking at my feet; from all sides I hear howling threats, screaming, roaring coming at me, while the old earth-shaker sings his aria in the lowest depths, deep as a bellowing bull, while pounding such an earthshaking beat that the hearts of even these weather-beaten rocky monsters are trembling in their bodies.
D.H. Lawrence wrote:
There is rain in me, running down, running down, trickling away from memory.
There is ocean in me, swaying, swaying, O so deep so fathomlessly black and spurting suddenly up, snow-white, like snow-leopards rearing high and clawing with rage at the cliffs of the soul then disappearing back with a hiss of eternal salt rage; angry is old ocean within man.
_________________ And here we always meet, at the station of our heart / Looking at each other as if we were in a dream /Seeing for the first time different eyes so supreme / That bright flames burst into vision, keeping us apart.