And moved
always
to the corner
always waited
for the bus.
The place I stand
lies on the furthest avenue
down which it has to come.
And will there be room?
Around my life
an animal paces
alternate
in the shadows of leaves,
a beast whose skin
seems all mouths.
West up the street
the squat civilian bus
passes some cars,
threads close.
The sun sets
inside it,
the whole vehicle
filled with light.
The creature's circle
closes in,
the corner where I wait
gets smaller,
the gutter
deepens with water,
all the fish of my life
swim by.
A woman
life
lifts from the shallows
and egg to me
bright in her small wet hand-
"You dropped this
long ago,
you thought it was a dream
or worthless creed
but look,
I rise to you
to restore."
-An egg
to pay my fare?
This is not my coin.
I go too far
for this liberty.
Time is my enemy.
I had spoken to an empty road
across which now I see
it is a fox
waiting
part way up the mountain.
"All the other animals
had me in mind,
believe none of them,
go free,
drop the egg
& come with me."
I cupped my hand to my mouth
to hear her better.
She moved up
always looking back.
I crossed no road
& climbed no fence,
I followed,
I have always followed.
The whole city
twanged
in the heart of my head
faded in the fact of the mountain
The eyes she looked
back at me
knew all the words
I was like to say.
"Time?" she said,
"the wasted hours
become your only song."
wow....thanks Amaterasu....I'm not sure what to say....heehheheehe.....:D
gotta rush (baby stuff)
'the vixen' is a bona fide brilliant poem resonating with images and tangled in truth
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
Originally posted by Amaterasu I'm freaked out it's true everything I do I do for you.
But I lose everytime lose myself always for you.
You leave me with stangers too far from home
you let animals stray the yard to road.
You let them invade my soul body heart
you let them do whatever they want!
It's my body not yours I am mine not theirs.
Give me a break they lurk evesdrop and take
night and day with their utter hate.
Thats how my day has been so far got any bright
ideas follower in a car?
Shadows left alone cat and mouse
pouncing on me when I need you the most.
So Jesus where are you you left me alone where I can't
find you. Left with freaks who don't understand
the meaning of the word love or how to hold
hands. Lifes been meaning to pencil but for some
reason I am the eraser. It's the same everywhere
his Sunday her precurser. I feel no shame
just saddend by the truth that I am here not apart
of you. I love you I really do but it's freakin me out
who are you where are you and what did you do?
Find yourself and return to me so we can live humanly.
And forgive any trespasses along the way
it's been awhile I've alot to say. Open Ed says it best
but I'm a door I shut behind me when I left in jest.
Love God my new Mantra. Walk in balance.
A symbol for the rest.
awsume poem...
*S*
and yer second one-the vixen
totally diffrent style..but nice as well!!
~~dont mind yer make up, just make up yer mind~~
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
.......there aren't any tickets left......it's one sold out gig.....amen...
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
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if they found out I'm a jesus freak
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
to swim around...
********
And moved
always
to the corner
always waited
for the bus.
The place I stand
lies on the furthest avenue
down which it has to come.
And will there be room?
Around my life
an animal paces
alternate
in the shadows of leaves,
a beast whose skin
seems all mouths.
West up the street
the squat civilian bus
passes some cars,
threads close.
The sun sets
inside it,
the whole vehicle
filled with light.
The creature's circle
closes in,
the corner where I wait
gets smaller,
the gutter
deepens with water,
all the fish of my life
swim by.
A woman
life
lifts from the shallows
and egg to me
bright in her small wet hand-
"You dropped this
long ago,
you thought it was a dream
or worthless creed
but look,
I rise to you
to restore."
-An egg
to pay my fare?
This is not my coin.
I go too far
for this liberty.
Time is my enemy.
I had spoken to an empty road
across which now I see
it is a fox
waiting
part way up the mountain.
"All the other animals
had me in mind,
believe none of them,
go free,
drop the egg
& come with me."
I cupped my hand to my mouth
to hear her better.
She moved up
always looking back.
I crossed no road
& climbed no fence,
I followed,
I have always followed.
The whole city
twanged
in the heart of my head
faded in the fact of the mountain
The eyes she looked
back at me
knew all the words
I was like to say.
"Time?" she said,
"the wasted hours
become your only song."
Robert Kelly
1975 xoxox
From The Loom.
I really like Jesus Freaks, especially the lines:
"Thats how my day has been so far
got any bright ideas
follower in a car?"
gotta rush (baby stuff)
'the vixen' is a bona fide brilliant poem resonating with images and tangled in truth
awsume poem...
*S*
and yer second one-the vixen
totally diffrent style..but nice as well!!
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA
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