Poetry Poetry

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I have been through the wringer, wrung out,
hung up and left out to dry. When I cried, “I am!”
I burst into a thousand pieces of me,
some sitting in stillness,
some fired with devotion to tasks at hand,
and many like scatterlings running randomly about,
pursuing each other or nothing, colliding or near-missing
in the spontaneous dance of a fine madness.

“Which one? Which One? Which one?”
they shriek. Or chant.

And I’m wandering how to navigate space between
the laws and responsibilities of the natural world
and the open ended mystic experience of revelation -
that sometimes pops up like a jack-in-the-box
or a weasel rubbing itself raw against a mulberry bush.
 
Lupine said:
Very nice piece. Very emotional, gives a great feeling of tiredness.
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thanks friend. I have a companion piece. don't remember whether I posted it before in some form . . . tiredness. yeah.

And the morning paper the daily transfusion
of a morality play running the world to ruination.
Oh dear how they roll their cups to snake eyes unseen.

Interpretation may be necessary, but it’s only existence
underwriting everything until the undertaker
takes it to the common denominator.

Don’t concern yourself with the coming of the calvary.
Don’t wait for the green light from the rationals.
Or for the plausibles to applaud the scene.

Stop thinking about the things.
See the past see the future
seized in the past.

Wave to the passersby.
How movement through the windows
Seems to belie a Copernican vision:

Is it the train in motion
or the world beyond the window?
Or just rear projection sound stage foolery?

And as you wait your turn through the turnstile,
you feel how it all sometimes seems oh so lonely.

How we seem to be lost in in a disenfranchised
heaven within the bliss of our loneliness.

We spend our tender time pining in memories of
splendor in the grass, in the sun that is young once only.
 
Eden

In the beginning was no apple or serpent.
Under that moonlit tree those lovers
sang their song of longing until
good and evil split the bole
and snaking branches
grew a fruit divine.

Then looking into the eyes of love
they came to know an urging and a hurt
so exquisite they traded paradise for a song.
 
Pistil said:
Eden

In the beginning was no apple or serpent.
Under that moonlit tree those lovers
sang their song of longing until
good and evil split the bole
and snaking branches
grew a fruit divine.

Then looking into the eyes of love
they came to know an urging and a hurt
so exquisite they traded paradise for a song.
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Beautiful, forlorn...great piece!
 
Connecting with no one.
Caring about no one.
No one caring about me.
I guess that is how it must be?
for me…

Maybe there is one.
Dare I let myself believe?
Do I open myself to be seen?
The real me…

Taking the chance again.
Do I risk being left on the side?
The also-ran not worth the time.
Could I stand the pain again?
Not me…
 
I always wanted to kiss you but never could.
I liked your silence, eyes and hairs whenever you used to move.
Thinking about which I still wonder what if I ever asked,
who knows where might now we would.
Time plays a pity game, bound to be contained at all its pain.
Only those who dare to come out of the bubble,
gets to know that they are just riding on a wrecking train.
I look at people amused and wonder,
how can they care about someone whom little they know.
how can they really be themselves while also letting them go...
A broken heart can't be broken they say...
Who will tell them now that it wasn't the heart, it was my soul which they really took away.
 
intuition

listens for the thought
sounding in the temples
before the thought is borne

sees moving shadows of
unconscious fish swimming
past the deep mind's inner eye

tastes unpeeled fruit
feels small hairs rising
catches the scent of yes

intuition
is sense
in silence
illuminating
 
Love can take you to the top, of where you've never been.
Love can cause your heart to drop, and never be seen again.
Love can cause you to do things, you thought you'd never do.
Love can stop you in your tracks,and take a hold of you.
Love can make you feel in ways, you've never felt before.
Love can leave you cold and dark,crying on the floor.
Love can leave you breathless, amazed and in a daze.
Love can take your everything, and throw it all away.
Love can and love does, so many many things....all of this is true.
But the very best thing that love can bring,
Can only come from you.

Sax
 
Saximony said:
Love can take you to the top, of where you've never been.
Love can cause your heart to drop, and never be seen again.
Love can cause you to do things, you thought you'd never do.
Love can stop you in your tracks,and take a hold of you.
Love can make you feel in ways, you've never felt before.
Love can leave you cold and dark,crying on the floor.
Love can leave you breathless, amazed and in a daze.
Love can take your everything, and throw it all away.
Love can and love does, so many many things....all of this is true.
But the very best thing that love can bring,
Can only come from you.

Sax
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♥️
 
Broken Parts


I cried today. But it wasn’t because it’s hard or that I’ve had a bad day. I cried because, for a few minutes, I remembered how much I used to love you and how it felt when you broke my heart. It was so long ago now and you don’t even know me anymore. I put myself back together and became someone different, someone stronger and someone better. There are still cracks and I can only take so much before I have to admit I’m still broken. But even with my brokenness I am stronger in ways I never was before. I think I finally admitted that the broken parts were there all along and have nothing to do with you. So I walk on and gaze at the sun and the water. I breathe in the fresh air and listen to my feet hit the pavement. I am here. This is me and I am alive. My heart fills with gratitude and I smile.
 
LillyK99 said:
Broken Parts


I cried today. But it wasn’t because it’s hard or that I’ve had a bad day. I cried because, for a few minutes, I remembered how much I used to love you and how it felt when you broke my heart. It was so long ago now and you don’t even know me anymore. I put myself back together and became someone different, someone stronger and someone better. There are still cracks and I can only take so much before I have to admit I’m still broken. But even with my brokenness I am stronger in ways I never was before. I think I finally admitted that the broken parts were there all along and have nothing to do with you. So I walk on and gaze at the sun and the water. I breathe in the fresh air and listen to my feet hit the pavement. I am here. This is me and I am alive. My heart fills with gratitude and I smile.
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Beautiful Lilly..well said
 
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