scent of a woman
anOmis
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IF U C HIM
little bird that u fly up there
in the celestial paths
when u pass throu love's yard
and the crystal castle of lust
if c see him please give him a kiss
tell him he gives me a reason to live
morning dew nourishes the flowers
his gaze i need every single hour
like a sweet flowerscent his breath
like a beloved , withered leafscent
oh and when he looks at me..
looks into my eyes
blood of this heart of mine
the earth and the clouds smile
my beloved, when he looks at me,
the whole world smiles
fresh water that u gently flow
in your cool crystal paths
if he bathes when u go past
stop and look at his eyes
tell him he gives me a reason to live
little bird that u fly up there
in the celestial paths
when u pass throu love's yard
and the crystal castle of lust
if c see him please give him a kiss
tell him he gives me a reason to live
morning dew nourishes the flowers
his gaze i need every single hour
like a sweet flowerscent his breath
like a beloved , withered leafscent
oh and when he looks at me..
looks into my eyes
blood of this heart of mine
the earth and the clouds smile
my beloved, when he looks at me,
the whole world smiles
fresh water that u gently flow
in your cool crystal paths
if he bathes when u go past
stop and look at his eyes
tell him he gives me a reason to live
~~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~~
F.ZAPPA
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA
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I wake up in the morning
early inthe morning i wake up and rise
my love woke me up in the middle of the night
and came to me with the first shades of light
inside my mind the game lives
and fills my eyes with pain
in unspoken words, deep in my heart
where the sadness lie stagnant like rain
inside my mind the game lives
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA
on the snow my sweet babe sleeps
the myths and the gods bathe in his dream
south and north silver and silk will bring
and the morning star lights up his dream
on the snow his figure tracks leave
to find their ways the caresses of spring
and leave on the pillow a bright star
for luck to find his way to come
the wind shakes the willows and the grass
the rocks whisper whishes in the night
give my babe lilstar wings to fly
and in his deep sleep gently will sigh
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA
very beautiful poetry
in jesus name amen
u have left yer heart print on me...
Dreaming by the morning - soon
starin at the pale moon
so pale in the gloom...
Petals of the white rose
Stretching at the sun light smiles
reflecting on its dew drop tilles
a glow that can be seen for miles
The awaking of the white rose
Delicate as the summer breeze
pearly white of rare genes
a queen within the garden green
the blooming of the white rose
Soft as love you give it ,when
hearts should touch a lonely friend
before the gift of life might end
The message of the white rose
As we cry these tender woes
and say goodbye to the ones we love
they'll fly wherever spirits go
On petals of a soft white rose.
dont cut this rose....
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA
and the memories tickle my mind
Regrets may be the only cosullers
my future, far away, my everlasting Rose
why poeple blame what they cannot understand?
the cblood of love has filled me in purple
and joys that some people have never seen before have covered me .
I've become a ghost in the south wind of humankind
my dearest far away, my everlasting Rose.
-why does soul wonder every nite in regrets?
On the open sea they lay iin "nostos" for me,
with triple-masked men-of-war they bombarded me,
my sin is that I had a love of my own
Mother far away, my everlasting Rose.
-why nemesis is blind?
Once in december his large eyes
half-opened, deep down my soul, to light up
the virgin life for a single moment
Brother far away, my Everlasting Rose.
And since that day the pain of loss
has turned on me, shouting out the curse:
"He who left, let him live in blood and stone"
Ripping off the petals of my Everlasting rose
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA
thanks
Left alone with all this pain.
It’s winter here without you.
Landslides always drag me down
Trapped for days, will I be found ?
I pray for skies of blue.
Flooded plains within my head
nitemares draw near, leave me for dead.
I feel lost inside of you.
Drought from tears I know not for
I’ve cried for days, I cry no more.
I’ve made mistakes, it’s true...
Saddow waves dance on my shore
I’m drowning on my bedroom floor.
Pain and pleasure mixed together
This natural bridge from heart to heart
Collapsed in memories, fallen apart
These seasons last forever.
yes...the poet knows...
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA
silken paths
unspoken words
and you standing in the middle ...
red sun
hidden moom
and the smile of a a friend...
the knowledge of the past
the feear of tomorrow
and our coffee talks...
i miss those longs walks by the river side
i miss seing you smiling
i miss my freind
coz the heart of a friend is like a rosegarden
can make u bleed ...
can bring this sensitive odour
of melancholy...
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA
And yet enough apart
That we can break eachother's heart
It's expectations we invent
That do the damage to our psyche
Betray our souls right from the start
All the pent up passion
All the wild reaction
You have no idea what it is like
To be tough; To be hard
To have to always be on your guard
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA
or maybe noone really reads them...
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA
Those notorious vestiges
Of complacency
The tried-and-true
Behaviors we once subscribed to
May need modifying
Can we break on through?
Can we brave the new
And not yet trodden
Path of not yet known
Resistence?
Take control of our existence?
Is the we
p.s.if anyone wants to add anything please do not hesitate.
even corrections or not very flattering opninions are welcome...
just to know that someone gives a few minutes of his time to read me, its a bless
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA
for dead gods, angels
and vertical conjcture
Horizontal writings, confining
impulses and choices we
were ever so forced
into never made it to daylight
Slaveshakened, dreams streaming
through the fingertips much
like the sensation of fear
on a cold silent sunday
p.s..neone read me..anyone?
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA
pearly white of rare genes is the only line I have qualms with I think - everything else fits pretty naturally into the rhythm and rhyme scheme but that particular line trips me up when I read it, one two few syllables - great sentiment though
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA
And it was in the hidden pastimes
Of forever
Where we barely chose to go
But on remembering we sat there
For enough time to absorb
What hidden moments were in store
For some begotten of the fate
That layed forgotten in the wisdom
Of convention
And every time we dared go back
The moment wasn't there to find
Nor would the feeling gain momentum
As if it wanted us to leave
And grow beyond
And nod towards the next horizon
As the path we ought to tred
For here is past and grave
And fleeting
And shacks of promise understood
That housed a wonderful exception
To the stagnant rule
And it was down the rosy path
And it was in the hidden pastimes
Of forever
Where we barely chose to go
But on remembering we sat there
For enough time to absorb
What hidden moments were in store
For some begotten of the fate
That layed forgotten in the wisdom
Of convention
And every time we dared go back
The moment wasn't there to find
Nor would the feeling gain momentum
As if it wanted us to leave
And grow beyond
And nod towards the next horizon
As the path we ought to tred
For here is past and grave
And fleeting
And shacks of promise understood
That housed a wonderful exception
To the stagnant rule
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA
I enjoy the imagery of your poem beginning "nightwords and atonement". If I might here paraphrase Henry James, it "tells" of an idea by "showing" it through images rather than by rhetoric. And I think that's the mark of the poetry I like the best.
Thankyou.
random visions of what never
was
Liars in wait, serpent solitude
Severed synapses
Insipid and dumb
I swallow glowing sparks from
the sun
Fragmentation
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA
oh the art of becoming.........
a poet.
Finger to my own lips
Silence to the touch
with a soft smile
she quiets the thoughts
Neverending
Whirlpool memory
Maelstrom flow
Leads her to a place
in Depth
Shimmering bottoms
Inlaid with Jewels
Emerald waters
and Ruby tides
Lye awhile
in the eye of the storm
along side Poseiden
Rest assured of his
Intent to stir up the Gail.
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA
dont waste your anger..
You have a taste of bitterness on your lips
—But where did you travel..
what have you seen??
All day long in the hard reverie of stone and malencholy?
An eagle-repping your memories
Stripped your longing to the bone
And the pupils of your eyes received the message of chemerra
Spotting memory with pain...
Where is the familiar sun of short September
on the red earth where you played, looking down
at your faked smile...
what have you seen?
do you remeber your first name??
But where did you wander
what have you seen
All night long in the hard reverie of misery and sea?
I told you to count in the nakkid water its salty days
nn your back to rejoice in the returning of all things
Or again to wander on yellow plains
with a clover of light on you breast, heroine.
You have a taste of bitterness on your lips
And a dress red as blood
deep in the gold of a summer you have never lived
and the perfume of chysanthems
—But where did you wander
There was cold salty seaweed there
But deeper a human feeling that is now forgotrten
and you opened your arms in despair naming it
Climbing lightly to the darkness of the depths
where your own starfish shone.
Listen.
Speech is the product of the aged
And time is a passionate creator of men
And the sun stands over it, a beast of hope
And you, closer to it, embrace a love
With a salty taste of bitterness on your lips.
It is not for you, blue and sharp, to think of another summer,
for the rivers to change their way
and take you back to their mother
For you to kiss other olive lips
or ride on the western wind.
Propped on the rocks, without future nor a past,
facing the dangers of the rocks with a hurricane hairstyle
you will say farewell to the present that is yours.
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA
You swept me off of my feet
My head light and face drained of color
Tell tell signs of a dark lover
You drink my life giving essence
To you I give it freely
Will it to be and on my back I lie awaiting your peircing kiss
Bliss is where you send me through the depths of your love
"You've got a tear in your eye and I'd love to match it"
I hear symphonies of laughter and Gypsy violin when we embrace
Upon my face a smile sharp growing with each encounter
From you I've fed from your Artesian well that runs so deep
Crimson tears you weep fill my veins with your sorrow
"When you smile you make my world resolve...then you take over"
"The future hastens an age beyond my antic reason"
Embers burn brightly in my heart from your gaze that penetrates my soul
I disolve my pain in your arms tightly holding my shivering frailties
Now your life flowing through me resurrects the lover you once knew...long ago...reborn
"Show me the way to solve your problems and I'll be there"
"Welcome to the new world.....let me join your hand....take a walk through your world.....with a brand new plan....God only knows how much I love you."
Expired sunrises lie beyond my sight locked secure in my memories
Out of reach
Sunsets on our old remorseful ways and calls us to rise feeding on the wicked ones
'Evil-Doers'
Companion through the ages
Milleniums spent
Unraveling this eternity
One thread at a time
Kisses in depths of passion from anothers last heart beat shared
Never again to walk this life alone
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA
this piece is so inexplicably familiar to me I was able to predict the flow...
neil gaiman perhaps or inspired by the sandman series?
and even a beach boys reference implied ...
liking the work anOmis... good to have you here.
seta
brilliant poems as always *hugz*
thank u loads
*hugs u back*
ancient tableture
under waterfall
inner peace
my precious jewels
sun god awaits to heat the rocks
mountains become like wolves
chanting their song
thirsting for reconnection
with someone who cares
the book of life closed and went elsewhere
the book of the dead re-opened for business
headless children begun to walk the earth
following the pied piper and his lovely
sounding flute
which led them down the hall
to the door of the grim reaper
which in-turn was no more
the parameter changed without notice
and the foxies of the nightime
were listening and waiting
for when the time was ripe
to bring them to a promised land
of their own vain imaginings
eye for eye,one for all
they laughed and scoffed
at the true and old
so did the coyotes
who feasted for their souls
pics,flicks, and tricks
they surround us all
myrs of firey desires
crystal ship crystalized
to end all human suffering
to give life a new meaning
behind the music
the words
the lives
driving force of the world
grant us one more day
to analize this physical plane
time of the mind
it never was about the money
time to revert of what it really stood for
he could be watching
from behind the mirrored sunglasses
within the shining star above your house
or the mountains surrounded
by the snakes and wolves
where they stick together
through thick and thin
away from the populated ant farms
when the killer awoke before dawn
he gave tribute to our sacred mother
if were gonna fuck,let it be so
on the rocks,let it go
my life is a gift and a curse
filled with true pain
not known to the true amatuer
i knew i was on top of the world
when i blended with the finest
ingredients of the earths surface
kicked out of heaven
for offering the god's some dope
sort of a peace offering
for eternal life
so they cast me down to hell
i guess they did not like my
jim "n" i humor
how did we miss this one?
partys 24/7 here
if you like hangin
with a bunch of psychos
who think they still have bodies
if there is a god
i rest my case
with one final answer
why did god make people
who turn out to be assholes
are they some kind of secret society
with an all time motto
"you have an asshole so be an asshole"
i cant ajust to this description
we have the power
so succumb to our will
hate to be the one to tell you
but the rewards are greater
when you die
why not build an empire
from the rubble
you enlightened ones
have not logged in
expose yourself now!
like the paintings
on the four walls in the gallery
living by grace is the true
essence of living
vain the dream
to spirit only
is the spirit life revealed
by myself the soul of nature
from myself
is still concealed
from the outside world
blue flames within me
from it's ashes
pale and dead
and i draw the world within me
and i send my soul without
with the lightning sword
i prevail the earth
drawn into the mystical circle
near and narrow
waste and wide
severed by my selfhood
from the world life
of the whole
there's a method to my madness
measured by my gladness
to the last cliffs of space
i shout
sing out sing out
love may repose
but never rest
who keeps true time
shall time outlast
and it's music
shall never know
raptured highs
and responsive smiles
young at heart
veil they fly
strange days
and weapons of grace
errors from the soul
would pass
and leave
the senses pure and strong
rosy fingers
radiant hair
glowing cheek
and glistering wings
resume and rectify
thy rude design
(inpired by the doors)
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA