scent of a woman

anOmis

In unison collapse, clinging to these
random visions of what never
was

Liars in wait, serpent solitude
Severed synapses

Insipid and dumb
I swallow glowing sparks from
the sun

Fragmentation

BhagavadGita

Originally posted by anOmis
seems to have anything to say about my poems..
or maybe noone really reads them...

oh the art of becoming.........
a poet.

Danger

Sweet poems

anOmis

Shhhhhh
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.

anOmis

do you remember yor first name??

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.

anOmis

Dark Prince again you came to me last night
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

setaside2

Originally posted by anOmis
Dark Prince again you came to me last night
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

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

Quakey

funny meeting u here an0mis ;-)

brilliant poems as always *hugz*

anOmis

midget..OWOWOWWWWWWWW.
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)

FinsburyParkCarrots

Holy schmoly, anOmis, this is inspired and inspirational stuff.

anOmis

Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
Holy schmoly, anOmis, this is inspired and inspirational stuff.

thank u , sir carrot

anOmis

do you remember yor first name??

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.

FinsburyParkCarrots

Lots of appeals to the senses...looking, listening, tasting....
Lots of appeals to memory in the apprehension of the immediate.
I like the precariousness between natural description and symbolism.
I like the interiority of this piece, constructing the vastness of light, form and colour as a landscape of introspection.
I'll read this some more.

And I too had a hurricane hairstyle when I woke up this morning.

anOmis

as prey I wait as the day turns grey
wings folded, in this human disguise
put your ear to the earth
listen
do you hear the rumbling?
the battle is near
the special forces have convened
within the castle walls
arming themselves,
all in Lotus form
the Bright Army of the Apocolypse.
I roam the corridors
stepping over sleeping cherubs
looking for a battle partner...
I spy her in the crystal chamber,
gazing into herself
dreaming the world into reality.
With a hand on her shoulder
I answer the greeting that awoke me from my sleep...
"boo back...."
With a jolt she is awake again
and for an instant time stands still
as the rips in time are resealed.

FinsburyParkCarrots

I like this one...it mixes symbolism and realism really cleverly.

anOmis

thank u all

EvilToasterElf

Alright I'm not gonna bother trying to catch up I missed too much

get rid of the word somewhat in the first stanza, even if it's true, it doesn't help the poem

I feel like you might really have liked walk n' roll, but it's kind of cheap and I think it hurts this particular poem

Also I think the word "slave" is a little loaded, and I'm not sure if something else might sound better there

But that's me, as I'm reading this thread there is a volume of excellent work here, I'll try to stay on the ball from now on
keep pouring it out, it will keep getting better

Buru

Originally posted by anOmis
THE GAME
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

loved this one, beautiful writing.

Buru

Originally posted by anOmis
Nightwords and atonment
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?

I am reading you now, and really enjoying your stuff
this one I very much like how it's written, it flows quite nicely

Buru

Originally posted by anOmis


[...]

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.

I like it... a LOT
I think you're repetition of certain verses is very effective and Ireally like your writing style - particularly these verses I left