Saturday, December 4, 2010
PATRICIA HENSON
I will remain as a poetry undeciphered.
Codes of hidden truth under your clothes.
I am your unmet love still undecided.
I am a faith you turned into a hoax.
We drive through route forty-six.
You are the love I want to keep.
We're singing along with the radio mix.
And kissed our daughter fast asleep.
Yet these are all in my dreams.
None of them exist within.
Just a bulk of subconscious streams.
Yet we hoped this is what it should've been.
A love you never lost.
A love you never had.
So what do you think?>>
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12/04/2010 12:45:00 AM
A LITTLE TALE OF "GREAT PLEASING PERFECT FISH?"
Friday, December 3, 2010
A LITTLE TALE OF "GREAT PLEASING PERFECT FISH?"
I see people of innocence fall...
Accused and done wrong with, by a pack of hell bred whose motives are vague;
what do they want to prove?
That they are of no blemish?
And better than everybody else around?
I see them run off to hide from judgment at the day where the dead are judged...
What account do you have to offer?
A fox does not differ from a thousand fox...
They lie about others and lie about themselves...
And so they deceive themselves out of their notice.
Now only to a promise I cling on...
You are to put me away from and shame my oppressors...
And so I will believe...
May You just melt their hearts into repentance?
Ain't this my culture,
Nor my territory, but of the other side
So you'd just have me kept my head down?
I cannot just keep it staying this way...
Lives have been put to prison for immature reasons...
What is mature then?
Is it not realizing your immaturity so you may grow?
I know your games, and your game is called "hurting."
What joy do you find in being a liar?
Who we come to meet all day with a mask?
Now can you tell?
I'm not of worth, yes, to call for a reflection
But have you done such a thing and found yourselves perfect?
What do you want to prove to yourselves?
Better? Best? Hero? Or a plain hypocrite?
You ain't being true to yourself...
You're actually lying to others and to yourself...
What lie do you have for the generations to come?
O great pleasing perfect fish?
How can you sleep knowing you have swallowed such defenseless ones?
O great pleasing perfect fish...
Great are your woes...
Great are your credits...
So what do you think?>>
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12/03/2010 11:48:00 PM
THE WEDDING OF GAIA AND LUNA
THE WEDDING OF GAIA AND LUNA
She wears the corset of the moon,
With a priceless smile of June
She lifts her delight away from shrouds
And rests her dreams above the clouds
There by the snare of fate, her brows
Arched like bridges of profound rainbows
Her ample breasts tucked in Hermes' dress,
She spilled her coffee, now to clean a mess
There after tackled my heart in openness,
By then I fell awefully motionless
With my heart racing to pitch,
To a height or depth I grasp yet couldn't reach
With a breath taken from the grace of Aries,
She runs in the arms of Polaris
With a stellar glow in her face,
I catch up with her undiscernable pace
At the drop of moonlight beyond grasp,
Its beauty cried out at last
Standing still we stare each others' eyes,
We wept in joy, hearing the clock counting nights
There we paused in each other's arms,
Sealed it with a kiss, savored our charms
So what do you think?>>
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12/03/2010 11:33:00 PM
COITUS WITH POETRY
They are written like movies
To constantly go on with it
To reckon the secrets
You do not even care about
Move your mind,
Initiate change
It only takes a minute
Of your precious time
Go live with it for a moment
Emphaty doesn't harm
That might even help
Be part of the poem
Create a world with it
A little imagination is harmless
So what do you think?>>
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12/03/2010 10:50:00 PM
THE REBIRTH OF A FALLEN SOLDIER
Thursday, December 2, 2010
THE REBIRTH OF A FALLEN SOLDIER
Seemingly in thoughts of thoughts; they gathered
They took a form of awareness in a body
They manifested as a piece of which has rendered
As a soul like rewinded feathers of Kadaki
A creature which burns itself of sweets and spices
And dies with a sharp cry and gives birth to itself
The fallen Corbenik now entices,
The sky of now the Third Heaven's Left
Bursts and sends down and hands my being
To the soil of Mardias and of Peniphels
I was awaken by the songs of Redchests' singing
Along the banks of her orifice, Nolamaia Benethreli
There naked; maidens bathing found me
They took their time for themselves to see
A young battle-fallen like man, that was me
So what do you think?>>
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12/02/2010 02:10:00 PM
THIS BLOG IS UNDER RECONSTRUCTION.
So what do you think?>>
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12/02/2010 02:07:00 PM
