Sanctuary

tremors
tremors Posts: 8,051
edited January 2011 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
There was a time when they would lock you up in a big old house. In grounds where you could walk away your days. Breathe a sigh as the fog rolled across your gaze; walk arm in arm and talk of pipes and fires and the poems you wrote when you were young. Poems of sanctuary and asylum. It must have been a long life; apart, alone, a life to recover from the shock of what this world had done to you. Today though we don't have time for that and maybe it's for the best. So we check you in for a pit-stop, rip out your insides, fill you with some sickly oil, check the clock, strip you down rudely and haul you back on the track. But oh for some fleeting sanctuary. Time to let these stripped and raw wounds heal, with a breath of air, some space, some time. Sometimes I really wish it were 1959.
Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
Send my credentials to the house of detention

lettherecordsplay1x.gif?t=1377796878
Post edited by Unknown User on
«1345

Comments

  • Godfather.
    Godfather. Posts: 12,504
    :thumbup: :clap:

    Godfather.
  • acrossssSsssshittt
    acrossssSsssshittt Posts: 1,014
    tremors wrote:

    ... and the poems you wrote when you were young. Poems of sanctuary and asylum. It must have been a long life; apart, alone, a life to recover from the shock of what this world had done to you.


    i love it tremors.... absolutely fuckin love it.... just brilliant
  • tremors
    tremors Posts: 8,051
    Thanks guys. I have another week in the hills - so may have time to pen a few more poem type things on me holiday!
    Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
    Send my credentials to the house of detention

    lettherecordsplay1x.gif?t=1377796878
  • tremors
    tremors Posts: 8,051
    He moved like a tiger, sprung like black panther dissolving in the night. Told me truth that scared it out of me; and yet you know, he was quite right. Angles dissolved in front of us, space merging with the mind before our eyes. Hands blend in patterns way beyond a casual light. Witness it one time at least. See it for yourself. Cut through matter as distraction; get beneath the surface white. To subtle glow of shades that ebb away from firefly to amber life. Low flame warming beauty back up to the higher levels. Rising from the place from which you never can step back. He moved with springing heels, it echoed beyond his frame. And he pushed me over from a distance; I saw things you've never seen, saw things without their name. It was more than I could deal with, and I knew it at the time. I slipped into the night, completely unaware of just how much a teaching instilled me with the fight.
    Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
    Send my credentials to the house of detention

    lettherecordsplay1x.gif?t=1377796878
  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    very nice
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    tremors... you are boss
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • tremors
    tremors Posts: 8,051
    Consult the golden compass before noon
    Seek inner peace, it's always within reach
    The tighter the trap; the more you find inside
    Create space, make a gap
    Release control
    And step into the world
    Without agenda, without plan
    Observe what will unfold
    Today, tomorrow
    Look, what comes flooding in
    Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
    Send my credentials to the house of detention

    lettherecordsplay1x.gif?t=1377796878
  • tremors
    tremors Posts: 8,051
    Skinned. They stripped me right down to the marrow, below the bone. From there I grew. I used to walk these paths with a skinny shadow ten years ago. But now I have mass, no flab, but gravity, as my step resounds. Yet still the fluttering passers by, made-up ladies try to tread on my toes. Ever practising tolerance I give way. Yet today I stamp my foot, dig in a heel. Give them a fleeting shudder of the fear they've rent on me. A mere quiet boy, a gentle man. Look what you've turned me into. One wrong step. And I'll rip off your neck
    Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
    Send my credentials to the house of detention

    lettherecordsplay1x.gif?t=1377796878
  • tremors
    tremors Posts: 8,051
    He stripped you
    And so you did it to me
    You always kept your boots on
    From that day on
    Kicked me in the teeth
    He reached you at a centre
    So raw
    You can never let it go
    And me I still weep

    A young girl, life ahead
    A shining star
    A lonely cloud
    Descends on your life
    The nights crowd in jostling
    you around
    You try and step
    But noone hears your sound
    You fade gaunt and glow
    With an ethereal beauty they mistook for youth

    The truth is he stripped you
    So all you had left
    Was the flowers in the vase
    The milky sunlight
    Penetrating the stems,
    a thin stretch skin
    On the bones of a life
    Stretched out before you
    No friend in sight
    Only the red light of the radio
    Kept you alive
    And warmth from something
    in the day
    God knows how you survived
    Your teenage years
    You've tougher boots than I
    Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
    Send my credentials to the house of detention

    lettherecordsplay1x.gif?t=1377796878
  • tremors
    tremors Posts: 8,051
    Sunlight, sunlight, sunlight. If only I
    Could find it in my ink
    Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
    Send my credentials to the house of detention

    lettherecordsplay1x.gif?t=1377796878
  • pandora
    pandora Posts: 21,855
    give me Big sky to die by :D
  • tremors
    tremors Posts: 8,051
    Rolling hills, rolling breeze
    Fresh cool basin
    Valley nestling and turning me over
    Wind turning over me
    Sink into valleys
    Town, dwarfed by the view
    Gaining perspective
    Trying to find the littler you.
    Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
    Send my credentials to the house of detention

    lettherecordsplay1x.gif?t=1377796878
  • tremors
    tremors Posts: 8,051
    Writing from the heart, writing from the past, writing from that place, no other place to start. Trusting fate and currents will bring it safely round. Reading something different pinned up on the wall, something harsher and yet clearer than what I thought I'd started out. Sitting by the fire (winter's underway). Cool air turns to chills. Looking for the warmth. Isolated by my own sound; but warmed up by the poets gathered still around. Tomorrow will be sunny, I feel it in my bones. A crisp clear day, a fresh breeze and a town.
    Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
    Send my credentials to the house of detention

    lettherecordsplay1x.gif?t=1377796878
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Sanctuary much. 8-)
  • tremors
    tremors Posts: 8,051
    Hills of teal, rising out of smoke
    Mountain towering and ashen,
    First light sleeping volcano protects this snoring town
    Light bled dry but returning, like the dew across my eyes.
    Safer here and nestling, from wind around my ankles
    Smoky days still greet me, that I haven't even seen
    Me, sitting like a phone nestling in a cradle
    as something starts to stir.
    Ready to receive, always ready now to speak
    oh too ready.
    Not ready though for respite
    Catch a breath and let it go
    Need to gulp a lungful of this fresh splintering air
    Around here I'm recycled. It happens every year.
    Coming back for Christmas and the icy winter cheer
    And today the reds and greens already gather in the fabrics of the day

    These hills are deep inside me, I don't even need to look.
    Please take my body when it's broken
    Wash me in the brook
    Lay the frozen waste on this hillside
    Stretch me on the heath. I promise
    I'll not come back to haunt you, but go safely on my way.
    Like the day I collapsed on that hillside all those years ago,
    Let the planet take my weight, sinking in the moss
    Offering up my soul as heaven burned my fragile dust
    A young man surrendered to the force of gravity
    Earth eat me up and swallow me, I believe you're someone good
    Anyone that bears my weight and strengthens, replenishes dark eyes.
    would you be my father, my lover and my skies?
    I offer up my spirit to where the crows will always fly
    Crows of ten thousand years, this scene unchanged for all those years.
    These dinosaurs they call me, I'm sure I know their code.
    They simply want to celebrate the dawn and all they've seen
    The dawn of thousand Xmas, soaring eddying above the cliffs
    Cliffs that outlast Jesus, Mohammed and even God
    Birds rule the roost here. Let them carry me away.
    I know they are my own thoughts circling above my head,
    Embodied radio waves, today let me sigh and gulp down some fresh air
    I don't care about poetry here. My friends are in the air
    Let me melt into the scenery, I'm ready to receive a message of forgiveness
    And the whispering from the trees.
    Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
    Send my credentials to the house of detention

    lettherecordsplay1x.gif?t=1377796878
  • tremors
    tremors Posts: 8,051
    When I think of vulnerability
    I get a pang like nostalgia
    For a happier time
    When of course it wasn't
    I'm simply pining, pining for another me
    Who didn't rule the world
    For the gentle fragility which let the rain in
    Let in the view
    Let the world make an impression
    When the past was still quite new
    Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
    Send my credentials to the house of detention

    lettherecordsplay1x.gif?t=1377796878
  • tremors
    tremors Posts: 8,051
    Trapped in a box
    And rolling down a hill of shops
    Before me opens
    Lakes
    Gull swan and bird craw
    Thick white necks and water
    And breathe
    You didn't hold this
    Away from me
    Behind me petrol
    In front ochre rust and grey
    Merge towards the skies
    Like grey black ink is bleeding from the heavens
    To meet the icy charcoal waters
    Inside me
    Icy charcoal waters
    Stir
    Inside me
    The vision looks
    Quite good enough to drink
    Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
    Send my credentials to the house of detention

    lettherecordsplay1x.gif?t=1377796878
  • tremors
    tremors Posts: 8,051
    Radio talk
    Shreds this body like cheesewire
    So many souls
    So much frequency
    Splinters my senses
    When what I need
    What I need
    Is One
    Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
    Send my credentials to the house of detention

    lettherecordsplay1x.gif?t=1377796878
  • mysticweed
    mysticweed Posts: 3,710
    tremors wrote:
    Consult the golden compass before noon
    Seek inner peace, it's always within reach
    The tighter the trap; the more you find inside
    Create space, make a gap
    Release control
    And step into the world
    Without agenda, without plan
    Observe what will unfold
    Today, tomorrow
    Look, what comes flooding in


    my favorite
    all are good
    but this is my
    personal favorite
    awesome stuff tremors
    fuck 'em if they can't take a joke

    "what a long, strange trip it's been"
  • tremors
    tremors Posts: 8,051
    lettinggo wrote:
    tremors wrote:
    Consult the golden compass before noon
    Seek inner peace, it's always within reach
    The tighter the trap; the more you find inside
    Create space, make a gap
    Release control
    And step into the world
    Without agenda, without plan
    Observe what will unfold
    Today, tomorrow
    Look, what comes flooding in


    my favorite
    all are good
    but this is my
    personal favorite
    awesome stuff tremors

    Thanks! I was less sure of that one. I composed it in my head lying in the bath, and by the time I got to my keyboard I had forgotten the second half!! Maybe I should write more in the bath!

    Am writing this one from a cafe. My baked potato has just arrived, yum!!

    Next poem - ode to baked potato with cheese!
    Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
    Send my credentials to the house of detention

    lettherecordsplay1x.gif?t=1377796878

Categories