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john girl
john girl Posts: 308
edited January 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
bleeding ears



Arcanas of Me

Secrets stand on the leaves
clutched in hands
lay me down in these
bluefields
into the nearest black
ouvertures soul
bear soft encants
of a past
of a warmer nights catch
the couplets are cold

when recalling
lithsome dreamers,
in a rain and tear
I am falling
shivered and
bleeding ear
quiet,
the dark
is thinking through
the fear
that
I am coming
nearer to the scream
of two
faces
in strange wills
it is in the paces
I swing my own gates
hell and heavenly places
me
in pen
and on hinge
so it comes
why do I starve
mine
to deny
asking the romantics
fate
Where I am going
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  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    another fool
  • coleen
    coleen Posts: 938
    it's been a long time since i've had the pleasure to read on of john girl's finest moments. hope you decide to stick around and treat us to some more of your beauties.
  • Being Enlightened
    Being Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    boo o 3727 feels good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)

    I agree, coleen!
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    "Arcanas" was begat from ( the art of revision)

    Bluefields into the nearest
    black ouvertures stole
    the softening air
    the vast
    and a warmer nights catch
    the couplets cold
    when the snow flies
    calling stark and split
    the sceptor's chair
    descend into me
    my Magdalene
    epica's scene
    the winterings return
    revelations loosened
    our spoiled needs
    a teary scream
    for the revolutions
    in shares
    of peninsulin dreams
    of the indigo queen
    the angelics repair
    and rose in shadows
    alledges that
    horizons fair
    the nocturnes
    clock
    a falling hour
    near the
    who am I
    when the devil refused
    my half dosed eyes
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    from my tiny black harbour
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    supposed to go to writers workshop this morning
    and of course i was misinformed about the location!

    I feel like crying sometimes over the idiotic themes
    and I thought a new marriage would cure me of poetry
    so I get on the trolley,
    bullshitting myself
    about "be" boys
    and illness
    that I know the way
    the way off
    to nowheres
    searching for my silent demon
    he always finds me
    reading the about depressed
    "Jesse?" I said,
    "do you hear this?"
    silence, I thought
    (and i can't hear the radio)
    but in his words
    i almost can
    love
    to tell you
    this isn't poetry
    and then it is
    a poem
    choking me off
    the stem of
    silence and
    haggered hands
    tight around the
    neck
    and
    you have to laugh

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