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Richy
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0 posted 2011-04-01 10:33 PM



The blaze, is peeping
over the circumference.

Crawling its way
over the
fringes,
of dawn’s hem.

Fingers
and tongues
of thirsty flickers
licking
at the blackbird
of shaved slumber,
nesting
in clouds of coal and
dewy missions
nocturnal,
as embers
of obsidian disintegrate
into starless eyes
of milky soot,
tween hearth of
flux
and tides,
of light
in the yawn
of
sunrise,
as the adolescence
of a
new day,

begins to walk…

through the pitchforks
of dark,
this wild fire,
of glow into dim
as the hours
wee,
wain into the
sol,
of silent promises.

What is it, that makes me
run
from the radiant?

This glow in the
glossy lips
of grasp, and intimacy
that swims after me
on oceans of illusion
that flood my heart with
my own island mirage
of tears,
and confusion
that I use,
to keep me
canoeing,
to keep me drifting and
paddling,
so that I won’t engulf
the deep
and go under
in my own
emptiness and
anguish
that’s berthed
to my own
floating dock
of the brine and brackish
marinade
that makes up
the saline swells,
of my made up
and lost at sea
misery,
that I cannot
drown,
that I
cannot lose,
that
I cannot suffocate
with wet air,
as the cries of
cut blood
reign
the breath,
of its heartless
resilience.

Each torrent
of relationship
I sail on,
I row mantically away
in hollow words
of affection,
these misleads of my
own mind
that alter the
winds that carry,
dreams aloft
in the wrong,
direction.

This is,

             my course.

To never find that one thing
in the whole,
of everything
that I don’t even know,
if what I’m looking for
is out there,
or
if it would
even want me,
if I found it.


How could I?

If I’ve never even seen,
the map,
to the land of
glad
and happiness
let alone,
the charts to faith
and worth,
in myself.

Please,
don’t climb aboard.

I beg of you
don’t throw,
the rope.

My palms are bloodied
my oars
are broke
my tarp is torn
as I flit toward the blight
of my
everyday.

It’s easy,

      just take a, deep,
breath…

       close your
           moistened eyes…

     and… let go…


leave me,
unanchored and
afloat,
without aim,
shedding skin
into the water
as I whittle my way
across the dessert
of drench,
and saliva.

A heart, of he, and his, art,
alone,
with the dark
and the waves
that beckon,
with the mist
of bewailing
finally,

    finally…

  finally.

Found
in the
envelopment
of first
and last
kisses
that swam
toward
each other
through the wishbones
of waver
and the
last gasp
of whispers
whirling, in
the never
was, of
    meant
       to be.

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Mysteria
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1 posted 2011-04-01 11:11 PM


What a journey!  Sad, then hopeful, and not unlike the course a lot of us take.  Loved this one, and will leave me thinking more and more, the more I read it.  

Richy have you ever written with Helen (1slick_lady?)  It is evident you share the same style.

Margherita
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2 posted 2011-04-02 09:40 AM


How tremendously adventuresome, dear Richy.

Your words are like a bunch of wildflowers held to the face, so full of colors and scent, that one can just drift away into a parallel dimension, where all things become possible.

Incredible.

Love,
Margherita

Richy
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3 posted 2011-04-03 06:45 AM



Thanks so much Mysteria, yes Helen and I played with some words for a while but the poem never did appear from the mist... where is that little rat I swear I could just spank her for not being here for so long... Helen!!! Get your you know what back here... lol

seriously... we all misss you dearly!!!!!!!!


I hope she heard that

Richy
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4 posted 2011-04-03 06:47 AM



Margy, Margy, Margy... what am I going to do with you??

I'm going to put you in a bottle I am and carry you around in my pocket for whenever I need a quick sip of your lovely spirit!!

Thanks sweet.

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5 posted 2011-04-03 10:00 PM


"glow in the
glossy lips
of grasp

oceans of illusion
that flood my heart with
my own island mirage

I sail on,
I row mantically away
in hollow words
of affection

My palms are bloodied
my oars
are broke
my tarp is torn
as I flit toward the blight
of my
everyday.

the
last gasp
of whispers
whirling, in
the never
was, of
    meant
       to be"

...definitely my very favorite of all your writes...so very much in this one (demands a few more reads, but, hey...I'm game...excellent write)

EmmaRose
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6 posted 2011-04-04 02:44 PM



To never find that one thing
in the whole,
of everything
that I don’t even know,
if what I’m looking for
is out there,
or
if it would
even want me,
if I found it.

*************************************

You are a great dreamer of dreams
and a chameleon of the impossible,  now possible, you make me believe if for only
a 3 minute ride on your poetry pole.


Richy
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7 posted 2011-04-04 02:47 PM



Thanks a ton Steven that means alot to me coming from you.


Richy
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8 posted 2011-04-04 02:54 PM



My dear Emma, might you possibly define, ride, for me please... ?

lol, just teasing my poetess

Some have a dream, in their soul, I am a dream, that has, a soul.

Thanks love.


Lori Grosser Rhoden
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9 posted 2011-04-04 05:40 PM


That was quite an experience to share with you...I say as I realize I haven't read you enough...I'm kicking myself after reading this one. OMG what have I been missing?!
Lori

Richy
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10 posted 2011-04-04 06:01 PM



Haha, thanks Lori for coming along for the ride... no kicking now, we might crash lol

You're the best!

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11 posted 2011-04-04 11:32 PM


Damn, you can write ... and I love wandering your path of words and images and pieces of your thoughts.  It's a wonderful wandering that I take with you.

xoxoxo Richard.

A

Richy
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12 posted 2011-04-05 12:20 PM



Oh Alison you always give me such a big smile

Honey you can wander with me anytime!

(((You)))


BluesSerenade
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13 posted 2011-04-06 07:27 PM


Your deep emotion is like silk, it is so rich and smooth and always so soft to the touch.

Sorry you and Helen didn't get your poem off the ground, I'm sure it would have been lovely.  You both have a special gift.

Balladeer
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14 posted 2011-04-06 09:24 PM


Well, I don't know about riding on your poetry pole but anyone who comes up with row mantically is aces in my book!
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