Post by anirbas on Apr 16, 2007 22:24:51 GMT -6
Pre-eminent vibe
palpable, impressionable
as clay, solid as gold thrown away...
Gathering momentum, picking up
speed, fast, faster, fastest rolling
close, closer, closest...
Atmosphere thickens...
Impregnated with change...
The very air blossoms
with purpled gravidity
pulsing with new life
and a different
day pushes
it's way
into
being
over
the
expiring
body
of the
day
before
~*~
Throughly,
totally aggravating...
To be through with the past...
Yet, trapped in it like the blooper spots
at the end of a movie recorded on a dvd...
~*~
Emotions backwards
sliptriptripping
a video tape
on rewind.
What was once
unspooled,
automatically
re-spooling
itself, now
the end
of the
tape
has
been
reached.
Unbound,
now round
and round tightly
wound and winding
back into place...
The end of the movie
returning to where it began...
In the middle of nowhere and nothing...
~*~
Dreams
slipslideslip
away on the feathered
wings of nightmarish reality
turned sunny side up into the day...
Whether I dance or plod through verse
these lines shall cause someone to curse,
somewhere in any given universe...
Close draws the hearse to carry away my dreams...
Poems written in streams and reams of streams...
Let loose in rivers of love, passion and imagination
that roared into a flashflood of words
that overwhelmed, suffocated
and drowned me
within
their
depths...
Now, drawn
to a fine trickle
of seepage leaking
from the lightning induced
crack drawn jaggedly in the face of rock.
~*~
History
repeats itself
over and over,
as I hover on the edge
of reality waiting for the change
to sweep me away, ass over teakettle,
into the being of a new day where I can smile
again, and feel it all the way to my eyes...
palpable, impressionable
as clay, solid as gold thrown away...
Gathering momentum, picking up
speed, fast, faster, fastest rolling
close, closer, closest...
Atmosphere thickens...
Impregnated with change...
The very air blossoms
with purpled gravidity
pulsing with new life
and a different
day pushes
it's way
into
being
over
the
expiring
body
of the
day
before
~*~
Throughly,
totally aggravating...
To be through with the past...
Yet, trapped in it like the blooper spots
at the end of a movie recorded on a dvd...
~*~
Emotions backwards
sliptriptripping
a video tape
on rewind.
What was once
unspooled,
automatically
re-spooling
itself, now
the end
of the
tape
has
been
reached.
Unbound,
now round
and round tightly
wound and winding
back into place...
The end of the movie
returning to where it began...
In the middle of nowhere and nothing...
~*~
Dreams
slipslideslip
away on the feathered
wings of nightmarish reality
turned sunny side up into the day...
Whether I dance or plod through verse
these lines shall cause someone to curse,
somewhere in any given universe...
Close draws the hearse to carry away my dreams...
Poems written in streams and reams of streams...
Let loose in rivers of love, passion and imagination
that roared into a flashflood of words
that overwhelmed, suffocated
and drowned me
within
their
depths...
Now, drawn
to a fine trickle
of seepage leaking
from the lightning induced
crack drawn jaggedly in the face of rock.
~*~
History
repeats itself
over and over,
as I hover on the edge
of reality waiting for the change
to sweep me away, ass over teakettle,
into the being of a new day where I can smile
again, and feel it all the way to my eyes...