Spontaneous Poems

CrazyDiamond wrote:

Written in the quickreply box at 1:07 in the morning January 15. This is VERY spontaneous.

The View Through the Window At My Feet, As I Lay Across the Back Seat of a Silver Minivan.

I'm gonna have myself in shambles,
But I just don't care anymore,
I just don't care anymore.

The shapes fly by like silver swirling pools
Of emotion.

Life is an imitation,
Nothing is original,
What has been said before,
Will be said again,
And what I'm saying now,
Has already been said a million times.

The shapes fly by like silver swirling pools
Of emotion.

There's certain things I've promised,
Not to let you know,
And we're gonna die,
Crotchedy and old,
But things you'll never know, you'll never know,
And I know that you'll never know as long as I know what I'm saying,
But at least I'll be with you,
And my secrets.

The shapes fly by like silver swirling pools
Of emotion.

Life is a heartbeat,
Life is an eternity,
Life is,
Life is,
Life is,
Life is life is life is death,
Death is birth is life is death,
Life is love is pain is pleasure is faith is love is pain is life and life is life is life.
Cycle, cycle, repetition,
Repitition feeds the cycle feeds the repitition,
And I've been looking for some answers,
And you've been looking for some questions.

The shapes fly by like silver swirling pools
Of emotion.

Tonight will make no difference,
Tomorrow hates who I've become,
And Yesterday won't talk to me,
So let's go,
Get in the car,
No, don't tell me you love me,
Prove it.

The shapes fly by like silver swirling pools
Of Emotion.

I think I'm getting hypnotized,
By life, or the view through this window,
I can't tell which,
But I think I'll stick around,
And see how we turn out,
So say yes,
Don't ask questions,
All I want is a reaction,
Say you don't care,
Say you love me,
Say we'll all ways be together,
Wipe my the tears from my eyes,
Wipe the bad memories away,
We'll make it through,
I'll never abandon you.

The shapes fly by like silver swirling pools
Of Emotion.

I would read you this poem every day,
If that's what you wanted,
I'd love you and I'd love your love,
If that's what you wanted,
But there's one thing that I can never do,
One thing I'll never do,
Just one, in love,
Just one, in life,
A single thing:

Stop.

Deep. Straight from the heart. Written in 2 minutes. Hope you like it.

Crazy, Diamond. It makes me feel like you opened your heart and mind about your love one, and it spilled over mixing together as one flow of various yet somehow harmonious chords of expression... similar to rivers and streams resulting into an ocean of heartfelt dreams... I'm beginning to rhyme, now. Embarrassed

Your two-minute creation would make a powerful song.

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Thanks! I didn't really try to compose it, I just went with the flow. I could revise it and make it better, I think.

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life is at the begining of your time
and so far its been simply sublime
but its taken a serious turn
i got a large burn
i thought it was begining to heal
but seemingly not a great deal
they took me in an ambulance
i hoped i wasnt a nuisance
i shouldnt have worried
because now everyone fells hurried
i went in to operate
i hope to cooperate
but i wont do much
because didnt think such would be needed
i kept my arm
and returned to my house where its warm

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You've been branded I see it in your eyes
the divorce plague. I would set aside
a smile, and sing to you, write songs
that shame Hammerstein. I would look
at you and fall in love, compare your eyes
to great onyx and undress you with a glance.
I would prepare meals to entice your
erotic consumption, your palate. You are not
a man seeking a woman, you are Divorced
seeking a woman, and I am Disappointment
seeking refuge. We wear these brands
like wedding bands, taking occasional leave.

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Her voice is really music
Tragic and stunningly strong
Mixing emotions
of desperation and joy
Calm and soothingly flowing
And then suddenly growing
Rising
Both empowering and murdering
Me

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Her voice is like a thousand falling leaves
A war cry of the dead
The sun burning red
On the crest of a vast horizon
Her voice is agony beautified

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She is Maria
And her voice is crystal
Her voice is tenderness
An ache of loneliness
Bravery and strength
her voice is charming
And overwhelming

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I Love the Way You Love the Way I Love You (A Rant For A Romance)

Be with me,
Stay right here,
Soon, you'll see,
Signs will appear.
So please just stay here with me,
And just maybe soon you'll see,
Why I'm acting strange tonight,
Why losing you is my only fear.

I know, I know, get over it,
Right?
Well I can't.
Well I love the way you flip your hair,
I love the way you smile with your eyes,
And I love the way you laugh with me,
I love the way you do that thing you always do,
And I love the way you look tonight,
I love the way you love the way I love you.

I see you looking at me, I see
You peeking from the corner of your eye,
I can't tell,
I'm doing the same thing.
We see each other seeing each other,
And I see the way you hold in your laugh,
And I can't tell,
I'm doing the same thing.
I see that you've seen my smile,
We turn to each other and she leans toward me,
And I can't tell,
I'm doing the same.
I see you nestle up next to me,
You look up and kiss me,
And I can't tell,
I'm kissing you right back.

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Okay, I'm on a 5 minute "coffee break" ...let's see what I do

Taxidermy

It's disheartening isn't it? People flooded
the small office place, lining the walls like
a public housing space. But there was no
meals on wheels, no welfare or disability
offered. It's tax season. Get ready folks
there's a buffet spread for the banks
Need a right now loan? Are you so po
you can't afford the "O" and the "R"?
Step right up, wait in line, have a seat
spread your legs- it's time to eat.

It's time to get back to work too ...

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These Words

These half muttered, half screamed phrases,
These words, half hypothetical,
These half confessional praises,
Suggestive, hinting, this isn't all.

These words, they tear me up inside,
Half contemptuous, half polite,
Half stopping, half turning the tide,
These words, they set my heart alight.

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This week the world feels like a slippery slope
A place void of hope,
a place where we dangle on the hangman's coarse rope.
As its noose seems to tighten around human kinds throats
My sleep's filled with dreams about building a boat,
setting sail on the ocean and drifting afloat.
I'd sail til I sighted a land golden with grain
Where Harmony reigns with an absence of pain-
and all is not blighted by poverty's stain.

We'd build us a house filled with music and fun
And I'd paint the rooms like the sky and the sun
Our children would laugh and they'd be free to run,
Slamming doors, singing songs til the long day was done.
And we'd sleep in our beds knowing peace in our souls
No grudges to nurse, enough food in our bowls
No wars fought for faith, oil, land or control
Just a world where we all could live healthy and whole.

But then I wake up and the sky is still gray
Hamas is victorious and Bush still holds sway
And "great" men still posture and bulldoze their way
To what? Annihilation at the end of the day.
The newspapers scream "100 British soldiers dead"
Pakistanis are freezing- Iraq's dust runs red
Food is thrown out while the starving aren't fed
And still like dumb sheep to the slaughter we're led.

Publishers publish what they know will inflame
Offensive, but profitable, that's the name of the game.
We have the right - Yes- that's what is said
But will those be your words when they blow off your head?
(And what good are rights if everyone's dead?)
Dignity and respect - they no longer compute
Our rights give us license to blaspheme or shoot.

So give me my dreams and my sky colored rooms
Where the sun always shines and conquers the gloom
Where life is not sadness and sorrow and doom.
A cop out, I know, and I weep as I state
I believed love could conquer, but I think it's too late.

(This has been one of the scariest, most depressing news weeks I can remember in my lifetime. It has filled me with foreboding.)

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Aidan
This poem deserves its own thread and title. Its the best thing I've read about current stuff.
Please don't let it get lost. I'd be very honoured if you'd sign it and post it on my "People" thread - if you're not going to start your own poetry thread with it - (which you really should)

You are not alone in your thinking and I know that people who feel the same would take great comfort from your words - which speak for many, with bravery and strength.

Sometimes things need saying
Thank you Aidan
I don't feel quite so alone today having read this.

Take heart
Endy

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Thanks Endy - actually - it started out spontaneous - but ended up getting edited quite a bit so maybe it truly should be somewhere else.

The news this week has just made me feel like we're heading (as a world) for a melt down. And as much as I know that's a manipulation too - I mean, that's what sells newspapers, right- but this particular combination of events in the Middle East with Palestine, Israel, Iraq, Iran, and the US with its bullyish leadership right now is terrifying to me. And then of course we have people inciting hate with cartoons for god's sake - etc. etc. I just want to wake up and have it be different. But I think it's gonna get worse before it gets better. Or maybe we'll just struggle on killing each other in dribs and drabs. Both possibilities are too depressing to think about...

Sorry to be so depressing. Actually- the sun is out here today (finally). I hope it is where you are too- Aidan

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Yeah - the sun we can rely on. :wink:

A whole group of us are going to see Brokeback Mountain today (the guys all let the women twist their arm - but to be honest I'm looking forward to seeing what the hypes all about)

Can I print off your poem for a friend? She is a mum of two and often gets very depressed about the world.
"Am I the only one whose afraid for my kids?" I've heard her say.
I'd like to show her that she's not.

Anyway, thanks for posting
Catch you later
Endy

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Endy-Sure you can give her a copy. Actually, that's exactly why I think about this stuff so much. I really feel like we've made such a mess of the world we're handing them. Honestly, if I was just starting out - I don't know if I'd even have kids - so I'm glad that I did when I was more optimistic about everything.

I hope you like Brokeback Mountain. I've been thinking I should go see it again - and maybe I'd see stuff I didn't note the first time. I've done that before - Cold Mountain is a movie I didn't like at first- I'd rented it and actually fell asleep - but then I watched it with a friend and really liked it.

I'll tell you a great movie to see - The Constant Gardener. I saw it last night. I thought it was incredible - thought provoking and really well done.
Although I think it might have added to my disillusionment with human nature and the world. I'd like to know if it's based in fact at all- do you know?

Back to poetry:

At the end of the world
The winner's flags will unfurl
It will flutter strong and bright in the breeze
But peace will have been silenced
As dark hearts filled with violence
Declare themselves flush with victory.

But what will they have won
As dust blocks out the sun
And life as we know it is no more
A tree with evil roots
That bears a poisoned fruit
An earth that is rotten to the core.

(By the way - this is neither for or against any religion or government. At this point, I think the world as a whole is living in a culture of violence so absolute - it's impossible to determine anymore who is at fault- we're all at fault for either participating or not protesting more strongly.)

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Excellent writing.

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Thank you Edgar.

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Hi Aidan
I think what you are writing here is very important.
You are facing up to a truth that some people would rather ignore - that's brave. Also, Edgar's right - its excellent work.

I did go and see Brokeback Mountain.
It left me feeling not depressed as I thought it might, but inspired both by the quality of Ang lee's film making and the bravery it took to make the film, by all those involved. Jack's mother, and her unexpected show of kindness was really something.
It seems to say "Speak out - speak the truth - be true to yourself."
Its not a film about homosexuality - its about the constraints and expectations put on us by society.

Thanks for the tip by the way.
Constant Gardener is on my list of 'must sees' - along with Jarhead and Munich.

Anyway, as you say - getting back to the poetry -

How many images have I seen
Of human pain and suffering?
A planet fighting itself to destruction
Under the insane instruction
Of its leaders.

How can we save the desperate poor
Who sleep behind a shattered door
And break their backs pointlessly
To keep their leaders son's free?
As it has always been.

And will always be
until we learn that poverty
must be made history
And all men equalled
on Earth

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Ode to Pearl

She was there in the corner, that day at the shelter
All the others ran wild, to and fro, helter skelter
Barking through wire - "Pick me, oh pick me"
Take me home, feed me, love me - I'll be good - yes, you'll see"

The kids looked for a lab, a black one if possible
I wanted a shepherd - they are smart and responsible
But over in the corner, there she sat frail and thin
And her big brown eyes told me she would be a good friend.

And that was the way that she came to be mine
And so a good name we determined to find
Olivia was eight- she wanted "Sparkle" or "Treasure"
To which her big brother sneered with scorn and displeasure.

He said, "Cedar" or "Aspen" with trees on his mind
And I wanted "Lark" - they said no - nevermind.
And then I said, "Pearl - she's a gem- nature's treasure"
They said, "Sure" -and since then she has brought us great pleasure.

She's just Pearl - she is funny and loyal and sweet
Always happy to settle herself at my feet.
She bounces and jumps on the kids' trampoline
And runs faster than any dog I've ever seen.

When a horse knocked me down - she was fierce and protective
has the heart of a lion, obeys any directive
She's energy, happiness, utter devotion
A shining example of pure love in motion.

I have all I need to get by in this world
My boy and my girl, and my faithful dog, Pearl.
There's one out there waiting, if you're so inclined-
So much more than a dog - much more like peace of mind.

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Something I wrote at work today ....

For a Friend Who Took a Class, Learned to Question Society
And Questioned Nothing She Learned

The Y in womyn is is only as strong as the concept
Our generation expects to find a cause
Under a sofa cushion, revamping old ideas
everything now Is neo. Y have you claimed someone's
trumped narrative, running with the "y", like the champion
of a forgotten cause? Is this really your cause?
When we speak, the guards go up, one of us is imprisoned
in a one race- one gender utopia. Natural womyn
you've thought yourself into a closet, as if there is anything
natural about creating double standards to fight double standards
And you can hang your Y and sport your kinky hair
but at the end of the day it's a matter of semantics,
when the college round table disperses, a matter of
waiting til the next neo wave, the next sofa cushion cause.
Womyn, radical spellings are linked with hip-hop,
and it will be a trip-hop and a scotch before the feminist narrative
recognizes black women got game, and offers us a (jump) rope.

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