Originally posted by anOmis im spending my time
sunken into my memories
bulding my own glassy wall
coz this world is just too small
to understand my needs
flowers get wilted
under the black old sun
no dreams to build
and no hope to come
with the scream of an inscect
and the soul of a climbin plant
im just spendin my days
waitin for the turn of time
you write so beautifully, anomis.
the rhythm and the simplicity of your words make one daydream...
it is the universal language in your poems that enables everybody to find his/her moment of life.
thank you for letting us read your work
Write. Wind each new thought upon the stream;
and in its contradiction of response,
Or seeming stagnance, see that rippled gleam
That might suggest true movement. If you sense
a hidden wave in what seems blanket still,
Write more, wind each desire, and you'll see
The willows nod and rustle, and you will
hear the rushing babble of the free
gush of water, brimming, charged with light
That is your reader's understanding heart.
shame on me for not having read your poems before..
beautiful.. the heart of a friend is moving..
i am still reading them..
thanks for sharing
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
Hand in hand they walk
Monsters waiting
Like toy soldiers
Marching off to war
On bended legs, tin insides
And aluminum arms twisted
Like a spider lying in its
Death knot
Beaten black and blue
Until you're green in the face
Yellow belly showing
Steel toes and cracker-jacks
Kicking and biting like
Dining ants and pushing pins
Untill they steal our colours
and leave usall in gray!
~~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~~
As she stood there breathing with difficulty
lost in her black sorrow
dancing wild dances and reading her epitaphy
Far from the world where her spirit fought
trying to build a paradise in her meters..
Living in the edge... but...
dying every sunshine with the poets...
In her eyes a diffrent world
a sea for all the dolphins
In her heart a diffrent word
love the food of nymphes
Even in her last hour
she never left the poem
escape her lips
because she knew..
this world wasnt made for hers
but now she is going
to a paradise build in her meters....
~~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~~
Comments
and the illusion collapses
I could be left empty handed
and so
start the planning
for every situation
I remember what it was like in a small town
It no longer feels like home..
Resting in ashes
While autumn comes crashing down
I will hold up
long enough
to let down my end of the bargain
It no longer feels like chivalry
Onset Sunshine,
Setting before dawn,
Check the grammar, because this will be a set back
I die in small town, somewhere, in the middle of September.
Its not like you care... too much.
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA
you write so beautifully, anomis.
the rhythm and the simplicity of your words make one daydream...
it is the universal language in your poems that enables everybody to find his/her moment of life.
thank you for letting us read your work
and in its contradiction of response,
Or seeming stagnance, see that rippled gleam
That might suggest true movement. If you sense
a hidden wave in what seems blanket still,
Write more, wind each desire, and you'll see
The willows nod and rustle, and you will
hear the rushing babble of the free
gush of water, brimming, charged with light
That is your reader's understanding heart.
beautiful.. the heart of a friend is moving..
i am still reading them..
thanks for sharing
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA
Monsters waiting
Like toy soldiers
Marching off to war
On bended legs, tin insides
And aluminum arms twisted
Like a spider lying in its
Death knot
Beaten black and blue
Until you're green in the face
Yellow belly showing
Steel toes and cracker-jacks
Kicking and biting like
Dining ants and pushing pins
Untill they steal our colours
and leave usall in gray!
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA
lost in her black sorrow
dancing wild dances and reading her epitaphy
Far from the world where her spirit fought
trying to build a paradise in her meters..
Living in the edge... but...
dying every sunshine with the poets...
In her eyes a diffrent world
a sea for all the dolphins
In her heart a diffrent word
love the food of nymphes
Even in her last hour
she never left the poem
escape her lips
because she knew..
this world wasnt made for hers
but now she is going
to a paradise build in her meters....
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA