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Do you think?
Often, I mean.
I do.
I know so.
The sun, warrior god.
Roads rising hot with fever.
Early break of day,
Stripped like a poor bruised boy
Reprimanded by a father's harsh breath.
On the wall,
Green reptile.
Home to betrayers,
Whores,
Angels in name only.
I am....
I am....
I am.......Me!
Eyes looming, sensuous depth.
Hair dancing, twisting, unruly.
Hair like firelight.
Talk like the devil,
Hand on the edge of mischief.
Not a regular girl.
Not a normal girl.
No, no. no way.
What are you here for?
You asked for piece of mind.
I have none for you,
But this....listen.
Foreground.
Base of unarmed battle.
Preparing it and whisking it away
At the peak of hunger,
At the peak of bliss.
The bus ran,
Humming steadily.
Everyone else was nameless.
I liked to watch them,
I would feel invincible.
The windows possessed a knowledge I did not.
The windows stirring the life outside.
The killer, assassin poised on forbidden existence
With his gun, loaded and ready with cruel intention,
Vibrating with soft laughter.
On the corner of height with target reflecting
In his eye. Calm in his presentation.
The deer of a target in disorientation buried,
Not yet awakened.
Oh sad victim.
Screams pierce the busy confection of pedestrians, blind race,
For safety or shielding. Look around.
Where? The killer disappeared, as much a
Coward as he's the bravest of the crowd.
The films keep coming
And they don't stop. Like the sex of reason,
Tearing and exploring the mind.
Raw with openness.
You want something more.
Someone new. Someone who will always give you desire.
The frozen bodies around,
At least to you.
Rain, ground shifting.
Cars with people living for the heat of others.
Leave now, I'll be late for class.
On the foot of guarding stairs
Rolling on the floor,
Talking about nothing and no one.
Books unopened, books that made my fingers bleed.
Vulgar brilliance.
Awakening in delirium.
Sweet, drugged forgetfulness.
In the core of the beach,
Water reaching out like cold desperate hands.
They never find the comfort of warm flesh.
Do the trees bend in silence while we obliviate
Surroundings to become one with the sand?
No, gradual distortion.
Careless steps, nobody saw, right?
Not that you know. The land of sin.
Of drunken salesmen and music store owners.
Sullen, loving sky. Threatening to explode.
Sitting in darkness, excitement unheard of.
Couples without control,
Immediately reading their thoughts,
You keep all their terrible secrets.
You love to fool them and stare ahead.
Soft smiles low from your shining eyes.
Let the camera capture your soul.
The Aborigines said it would.
Find a king, a plot,
New evil. Fixation. Prose and poems.
Deliberate insolence.
In the belly of the beast, a mother's womb,
We are fruit on the parent tree.
Ripe, snatcher's hands flail about for what they think is theirs.
Now to be exposed and exploited to smiling strangers,
Loud strangers consumed in a bogus picture frame.
I'm human, and you know what?
They call it love.
The ruler, half gone in fatigue,
Remembering seriousness in the game of chance.
Girls would slide him dark, secret pleasures at his feet.
Although he was a cheat, gambler.
Liar.
Injuries are derived from safety.
Worms eat at you in your prisoned grave.
A flower shy in bloom.
Injury is knowledge.
When it dies hurt will cease.
The electric storm, streaming vision.
Rock plays.
Reminiscent of everything I've seen, heard, tasted, touched, been.
Surreal action.
Unaware delirium.
Passioned unconsciousness.
Thunder above.
Dancers below worshipping.
See where we worship.
No need for temples or great halls,
Chanting from the séance
Emitted slowly dripping tension
Altered in the creeping summer.
Within obscene weightlessness.
On Friday, dead in the building
Rising with the dawn
Breaking the old roof
Filling it with recognition sunlight.
On Saturday, observing all the weird ones,
Total in an erotic realm.
Holding your hand, the jungle invited me to frolic around mighty trees.
To smell the fragrance of infancy.
Feel the fantasy of childhood once gone.
Perform the leading ritual to summon Sunday.
Revealing the universe
Guilded in crooked frames, the earth stained in blood.
Ready to be dipped into.
I write this poem for you,
Guilty in gladness.
Mark the passage to the city.
The doors open and close.
In the whirlpool of enterprise.
The destination of freedom.
I can make instinct go away.
I can stop the wind.
I can sink into any space or time.
I can cal the dead to me.
The hero who has finally failed.
The stranded man, lithe in first sight
Sat at the side of the road
Intrigued by intense energy
Still with nature's fronds.
Come with us. Stay a little while.
Show us what you can do.
Trick us with your smile.
Where did you learn your trade?
From the night.
And your ways?
From a dead man.
Shake it, on the verge of realization,
So much to forget.
We cannot kill these phantoms.
Optimism closes its eyes
When the people come desperate for more.
The incense burned and bursts of frigid
Excitement wandered on dry grass.
Clothed in tired silk. Skipping detention.
Dying to be undone. Frozen climax.
Indian dream, Indian scream.
Ha ha, you'll never touch me.
Gain respect with age.
Old lines of skin.
Voices steam out colourful tales.
Who shuns them with exasperation?
that dark corridor
On the musty carpet floor.
At that exact peak of happiness.
We die.
We seldom pretend.
A guide precedes,
A wall deceives us.
Return my heart, thief.
Wondrous joys of play.
Robed in rumours.
We hate you. We hate you like we hate hell.
Fake wrecks.
We torture you so.
They threatened to give it away,
In their so-called holy do right.
A laugh at my expense.
I'll light another cigarette for you.
Just for you, my friend.
Leave the craft of conversation.
Unthinkable feat.
Judgement raised its head and blinked,
Listening.
Can you hear it?
Nature's music.
We were spying on them,
Ribs cracking from the swelling pressure of laughter.
Can you hear it?
The palace of ruins is burning.
Swift blue flames
Lick the coals.
We'll recreate it,
Pry it open
And explore the senses,
Invoke iridescent sentence.
Shadows in their numbers
Following the lost.
Cold on the stone
Before a door.
Contemplating the chorus.
Into the voyage, the conquest, a rescue.
Plastered with possibility.
Mock the centaur in his wisdom,
The angel's white wings.
A flurry of lectures.
Shrill in the broken silence of the meeting,
When I met you.
Metamorphosis, early rising.
Shrewd boy.
I thought, 'he must be a man of magic. Beauty must be his like. Heaven must be taking care of him.'
We invite others for a source of life,
Neverending eclectic ride.
Dancing sweet, from the hip.
Roaming streets, alleys, gazing at the brothels and the slow blood bath.
Go on? Sure.
Sometimes it's so completely disturbing.
Fixed in inner calm.
Fixed in maturity.
Born in the end.
Poetry by Zane
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Written on 2006-11-21 at 11:49
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Heartbeats, Observations, and Survival
I was before,Do you think?
Often, I mean.
I do.
I know so.
The sun, warrior god.
Roads rising hot with fever.
Early break of day,
Stripped like a poor bruised boy
Reprimanded by a father's harsh breath.
On the wall,
Green reptile.
Home to betrayers,
Whores,
Angels in name only.
I am....
I am....
I am.......Me!
Eyes looming, sensuous depth.
Hair dancing, twisting, unruly.
Hair like firelight.
Talk like the devil,
Hand on the edge of mischief.
Not a regular girl.
Not a normal girl.
No, no. no way.
What are you here for?
You asked for piece of mind.
I have none for you,
But this....listen.
Foreground.
Base of unarmed battle.
Preparing it and whisking it away
At the peak of hunger,
At the peak of bliss.
The bus ran,
Humming steadily.
Everyone else was nameless.
I liked to watch them,
I would feel invincible.
The windows possessed a knowledge I did not.
The windows stirring the life outside.
The killer, assassin poised on forbidden existence
With his gun, loaded and ready with cruel intention,
Vibrating with soft laughter.
On the corner of height with target reflecting
In his eye. Calm in his presentation.
The deer of a target in disorientation buried,
Not yet awakened.
Oh sad victim.
Screams pierce the busy confection of pedestrians, blind race,
For safety or shielding. Look around.
Where? The killer disappeared, as much a
Coward as he's the bravest of the crowd.
The films keep coming
And they don't stop. Like the sex of reason,
Tearing and exploring the mind.
Raw with openness.
You want something more.
Someone new. Someone who will always give you desire.
The frozen bodies around,
At least to you.
Rain, ground shifting.
Cars with people living for the heat of others.
Leave now, I'll be late for class.
On the foot of guarding stairs
Rolling on the floor,
Talking about nothing and no one.
Books unopened, books that made my fingers bleed.
Vulgar brilliance.
Awakening in delirium.
Sweet, drugged forgetfulness.
In the core of the beach,
Water reaching out like cold desperate hands.
They never find the comfort of warm flesh.
Do the trees bend in silence while we obliviate
Surroundings to become one with the sand?
No, gradual distortion.
Careless steps, nobody saw, right?
Not that you know. The land of sin.
Of drunken salesmen and music store owners.
Sullen, loving sky. Threatening to explode.
Sitting in darkness, excitement unheard of.
Couples without control,
Immediately reading their thoughts,
You keep all their terrible secrets.
You love to fool them and stare ahead.
Soft smiles low from your shining eyes.
Let the camera capture your soul.
The Aborigines said it would.
Find a king, a plot,
New evil. Fixation. Prose and poems.
Deliberate insolence.
In the belly of the beast, a mother's womb,
We are fruit on the parent tree.
Ripe, snatcher's hands flail about for what they think is theirs.
Now to be exposed and exploited to smiling strangers,
Loud strangers consumed in a bogus picture frame.
I'm human, and you know what?
They call it love.
The ruler, half gone in fatigue,
Remembering seriousness in the game of chance.
Girls would slide him dark, secret pleasures at his feet.
Although he was a cheat, gambler.
Liar.
Injuries are derived from safety.
Worms eat at you in your prisoned grave.
A flower shy in bloom.
Injury is knowledge.
When it dies hurt will cease.
The electric storm, streaming vision.
Rock plays.
Reminiscent of everything I've seen, heard, tasted, touched, been.
Surreal action.
Unaware delirium.
Passioned unconsciousness.
Thunder above.
Dancers below worshipping.
See where we worship.
No need for temples or great halls,
Chanting from the séance
Emitted slowly dripping tension
Altered in the creeping summer.
Within obscene weightlessness.
On Friday, dead in the building
Rising with the dawn
Breaking the old roof
Filling it with recognition sunlight.
On Saturday, observing all the weird ones,
Total in an erotic realm.
Holding your hand, the jungle invited me to frolic around mighty trees.
To smell the fragrance of infancy.
Feel the fantasy of childhood once gone.
Perform the leading ritual to summon Sunday.
Revealing the universe
Guilded in crooked frames, the earth stained in blood.
Ready to be dipped into.
I write this poem for you,
Guilty in gladness.
Mark the passage to the city.
The doors open and close.
In the whirlpool of enterprise.
The destination of freedom.
I can make instinct go away.
I can stop the wind.
I can sink into any space or time.
I can cal the dead to me.
The hero who has finally failed.
The stranded man, lithe in first sight
Sat at the side of the road
Intrigued by intense energy
Still with nature's fronds.
Come with us. Stay a little while.
Show us what you can do.
Trick us with your smile.
Where did you learn your trade?
From the night.
And your ways?
From a dead man.
Shake it, on the verge of realization,
So much to forget.
We cannot kill these phantoms.
Optimism closes its eyes
When the people come desperate for more.
The incense burned and bursts of frigid
Excitement wandered on dry grass.
Clothed in tired silk. Skipping detention.
Dying to be undone. Frozen climax.
Indian dream, Indian scream.
Ha ha, you'll never touch me.
Gain respect with age.
Old lines of skin.
Voices steam out colourful tales.
Who shuns them with exasperation?
that dark corridor
On the musty carpet floor.
At that exact peak of happiness.
We die.
We seldom pretend.
A guide precedes,
A wall deceives us.
Return my heart, thief.
Wondrous joys of play.
Robed in rumours.
We hate you. We hate you like we hate hell.
Fake wrecks.
We torture you so.
They threatened to give it away,
In their so-called holy do right.
A laugh at my expense.
I'll light another cigarette for you.
Just for you, my friend.
Leave the craft of conversation.
Unthinkable feat.
Judgement raised its head and blinked,
Listening.
Can you hear it?
Nature's music.
We were spying on them,
Ribs cracking from the swelling pressure of laughter.
Can you hear it?
The palace of ruins is burning.
Swift blue flames
Lick the coals.
We'll recreate it,
Pry it open
And explore the senses,
Invoke iridescent sentence.
Shadows in their numbers
Following the lost.
Cold on the stone
Before a door.
Contemplating the chorus.
Into the voyage, the conquest, a rescue.
Plastered with possibility.
Mock the centaur in his wisdom,
The angel's white wings.
A flurry of lectures.
Shrill in the broken silence of the meeting,
When I met you.
Metamorphosis, early rising.
Shrewd boy.
I thought, 'he must be a man of magic. Beauty must be his like. Heaven must be taking care of him.'
We invite others for a source of life,
Neverending eclectic ride.
Dancing sweet, from the hip.
Roaming streets, alleys, gazing at the brothels and the slow blood bath.
Go on? Sure.
Sometimes it's so completely disturbing.
Fixed in inner calm.
Fixed in maturity.
Born in the end.
Poetry by Zane
Read 559 times
Written on 2006-11-21 at 11:49
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