Eddie makes me write--you should too
Traver DiDiminico
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Merlot
To be here is insane
You make sense
Your existence is validated
I am trying
Perhaps I can achieve such a thing
It's too late to tell tonight
I'll let you know tomorrow
Right now I'll just let it burn
Inside, on top, I let the warmth creep
I'll fade quitely, let the dream sleep.
A smile leans across my face
Telling me there's still time
Untitled
I am filled with Joy.
But I am overcome with Sorrow.
For that which is my essence,
my purpose, belongs not to me.
Suppose that I could be
that which I adore?
Perhaps I would not recede from the world.
Oh, but to listen and curl up in a ball,
lost in the expanse.
That is where I am found.
Among the ranks of the unnecessary,
twisting and thrashing to be named.
But it is not my name I wish to be called.
I long only for the chance to affect her.
It's Snowing Tuesday Night
Tingle, Tingle, Tingle-my brain with my soul begins to mingle. Inside the movie begins to play,
but outside I wait-it's here I want to stay.
Perhaps I'll just peek inside and listen, though,
or catch a glimpse-a preview of what's in stowe.
And it is that which I desperately try to reveal:
the very thing that most try to conceal.
But my failures-each more grandiose than the last-
commit me further and further into their grasp.
Until soon I will be no more than a whisper:
a sad, old, delusional mister.
But always I remember the glimpses I am given
and the glorious revelation that wells up from within.
I shiver a shiver not made of cold,
but from a touch so many centuries old.
And I felt as though I would explode!
And I felt as though I would explode!
Where Are You Going?
Onward and Upward
Across town and down
the highways and byways
of the great state of change
Away from Oz
with no land in sight
though I row with both arms
My muscles ache
as the wind screams
The water becoming clearer
as the silt settles
The calm grows
along side my anticipation
I go now to ride the breakers
into the new found shore
Let It Begin
I feel that the world is so large I want to scream.
Not a scream of anger or pain or agony or despair,
but a joyful
"I am here!"
that begins in my groin and resonates
up through my chest, gaining strength
before it bursts from my mouth
like a faucet on full--Damn the water is hot.
And so I find myself alive.
To wander certainly is not to wander
and therefore I am uncertain in life.
If there was I chair in which I could comprehend,
I would stand always and embrace the path.
Meaning is not given but earned.
I have little but require much.
To be here is insane
You make sense
Your existence is validated
I am trying
Perhaps I can achieve such a thing
It's too late to tell tonight
I'll let you know tomorrow
Right now I'll just let it burn
Inside, on top, I let the warmth creep
I'll fade quitely, let the dream sleep.
A smile leans across my face
Telling me there's still time
Untitled
I am filled with Joy.
But I am overcome with Sorrow.
For that which is my essence,
my purpose, belongs not to me.
Suppose that I could be
that which I adore?
Perhaps I would not recede from the world.
Oh, but to listen and curl up in a ball,
lost in the expanse.
That is where I am found.
Among the ranks of the unnecessary,
twisting and thrashing to be named.
But it is not my name I wish to be called.
I long only for the chance to affect her.
It's Snowing Tuesday Night
Tingle, Tingle, Tingle-my brain with my soul begins to mingle. Inside the movie begins to play,
but outside I wait-it's here I want to stay.
Perhaps I'll just peek inside and listen, though,
or catch a glimpse-a preview of what's in stowe.
And it is that which I desperately try to reveal:
the very thing that most try to conceal.
But my failures-each more grandiose than the last-
commit me further and further into their grasp.
Until soon I will be no more than a whisper:
a sad, old, delusional mister.
But always I remember the glimpses I am given
and the glorious revelation that wells up from within.
I shiver a shiver not made of cold,
but from a touch so many centuries old.
And I felt as though I would explode!
And I felt as though I would explode!
Where Are You Going?
Onward and Upward
Across town and down
the highways and byways
of the great state of change
Away from Oz
with no land in sight
though I row with both arms
My muscles ache
as the wind screams
The water becoming clearer
as the silt settles
The calm grows
along side my anticipation
I go now to ride the breakers
into the new found shore
Let It Begin
I feel that the world is so large I want to scream.
Not a scream of anger or pain or agony or despair,
but a joyful
"I am here!"
that begins in my groin and resonates
up through my chest, gaining strength
before it bursts from my mouth
like a faucet on full--Damn the water is hot.
And so I find myself alive.
To wander certainly is not to wander
and therefore I am uncertain in life.
If there was I chair in which I could comprehend,
I would stand always and embrace the path.
Meaning is not given but earned.
I have little but require much.
If there was a chair in which I could comprehend, I would stand always and embrace the path
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Thank you, Traver.
in prose
I could find in peals
some meals
I could strew your path
with petals
and mow your lawn
on wheels
/ it was and always will be a pleasure to read your peoms
and eddie makes me write too.....
he ties me to a chair and pistol whips me until i write him something... he can be so cruel sometimes!
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.
Do you mean you heard last exit musically or you felt that the content was simlilar to that wonderful lead off track?
I specially liked Merlot and Untitled, but there's force in all of them.
Welcome new poet
Here we meet and now we stand
to turn and face the world
I am running out of time
You are leaving me behind
Cause you won't dance with the girl...
You won't remember me
I'm just a fading dream
But I know your name is mine
So I'll see you again...one more time
Bring it up now one more time
Take a look--the other side
Maybe I will see myself
Everyday I live my life
Every step I pay the price
Maybe I won't need your help
You won't remember me
I'm just a fantasy
But I know your name is mine
So I'll see you again...one more time
As the days turn into years
As your skin soaks up my tears
A new seed will grow
As the roots take hold of your heart
Toward your soul the branches part
You will learn to sing again
And you will remember me
I'll be where ever you sing
And I know your name is mine
So I'll see you again...one more time
I'm interested to hear what people think this song is about. It's not always clear to me how translucent/opaque my writing is.
Appreciate it.
Peace Out
It's the bottom one (from my old email address SlingFrog@aol.com)
http://www.sonymusic.com/artists/PearlJam/fanscene/poet4.html
Typo Man: "Thanks kidz, but remembir, stay in skool!"
really nice writting BinFrog! i think it deserves its own thread in here!
TRAVEL DIDI..i enjoyed reaDIng all yer poems..but yer last one captured my breath!
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA
very nice work...thought provoking (at least for me)
(Angelina Jolie)
I found these lines to be especially poignant....