the sad thing
is even when people are sincere
we doubt them
we are suspicious like a rape victim
of anyone coming round
that we do not know well
protective like a mother of her babe
or a theif of what he has not stolen yet
mine mine
defense that wittles away at anything ever touching us
the bubble that surrounds in white light
seems somehow too protective and isolative
rome will fall
as all empires do
surrender
aloow it to go
bring on the new, the ticklish
no snap your fingers magic
this is a process although i would love to be the one to open your heart
i think maybe that is not my job
it is yours
so i am going to the party next door and leaving the cold information box to sleep
tonight i will love actual flesh and bones
hair and lips
a mind will surface on the tips of this shore
waters lap in the tides as they shift
inside my moons and planets
tragic
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creativesoul
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Re: tragic
creativesoul wrote:protective like a mother of her babe
or a theif of what he has not stolen yet
i would love to be the one to open your heart
i think maybe that is not my job
it is yours
so i am going to the party next door
When I was thief, I was jealous
of what people earned
and thought of as their own
because in my
mind and heart and guts
those earners were hording
my very own possessions;
I did not steal,
I recovered.
When I was earning, I was alone
with my skills and with my talents and with my abilities to produce
everything I contracted to deserve
and somehow I lost the connection—
the belief I am free to impact my neighbor's life—
perhaps the possibility to love the other—
and I was lost in my own context;
I did not gain,
I lost.
"Every genuinely religious person is a heretic, and therefore a revolutionary" -- GBShaw
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gypsyjoker
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Joyce Carol OatesThis is the audacious hubris of tragedy, the inevitable reality-challenging statement of the participant in a dramatic action he does not know is "tragic." He dies, and only we can see the purpose of his death—to illustrate the error of a personality who believed itself godlike.
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'Blessed is he who was not born, Or he, who having been born, has died. But as for us who live, woe unto us, Because we see the afflictions of Zion, And what has befallen Jerusalem." Pseudepigrapha
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'Blessed is he who was not born, Or he, who having been born, has died. But as for us who live, woe unto us, Because we see the afflictions of Zion, And what has befallen Jerusalem." Pseudepigrapha
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hester_prynne
finger snappin magic.
"bring it on" she says.......
Waiting for the sun
after 1000 days of rain.
Self-burial,
in damp tempest.
Ghost images,
dart to
and fro,
random,
peripheral,
indecipherable,
black spots
haunt.
Wayfaring,
weary,
yet still
I fathom
further
into the deep,
to bottomfeed,
to spin out,
to come to,
glaringly unblinded,
well undone,
arriving,
at last,
to grieve
the loss
of us oceans,
separated firmly,
yet only,
by flesh and blood.
Good stuff creativesoul. As usual.
Always love readin you....
H
"bring it on" she says.......
Waiting for the sun
after 1000 days of rain.
Self-burial,
in damp tempest.
Ghost images,
dart to
and fro,
random,
peripheral,
indecipherable,
black spots
haunt.
Wayfaring,
weary,
yet still
I fathom
further
into the deep,
to bottomfeed,
to spin out,
to come to,
glaringly unblinded,
well undone,
arriving,
at last,
to grieve
the loss
of us oceans,
separated firmly,
yet only,
by flesh and blood.
Good stuff creativesoul. As usual.
Always love readin you....
H
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tinkerjack
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that is a big ten four hester
CS, i forgot to mention that, I loved it too
got me going on mental rambling trip about the death of romance. Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath. If ever there was a modern tragedy in the classical Greek genre? got to be the story of their marriage.
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sunday morning coming down
hester had a line about saturday night being the loneliest night of the week. dam it must be nice to be so young, young enough to remember date night. life over the road is a good cure for the daily blues. except for sunday, when the driving is more fun, lighter traffic.
CS, i forgot to mention that, I loved it too
got me going on mental rambling trip about the death of romance. Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath. If ever there was a modern tragedy in the classical Greek genre? got to be the story of their marriage.
Its a party going on here at the studio 24/7. We all open our virtual silicon shinning mirror hearts to each other. Sometimes I get blinded by the light. and no poet should be responsible for where a a readers mind might ramble so far from their words. just surfing the ripples where there poem broke the surface of someone elses bubble.i would love to be the one to open your heart
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sunday morning coming down
hester had a line about saturday night being the loneliest night of the week. dam it must be nice to be so young, young enough to remember date night. life over the road is a good cure for the daily blues. except for sunday, when the driving is more fun, lighter traffic.
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hester_prynne
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