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Hence the Resurrection
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Hence the Resurrection |
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MexicoCityBlues Junior Member
since 2004-01-04
Posts 48The Point of Know Return |
I find your face in every word— Photographic memories in cold blood burning Silently within our forest you kept silent for Nighttime daydreams wide awake while you try to Sleep, baby, sleep, baby, sleep When the cradle fell you walked off. Our forest fell. Falling on me on you again and you are quick To push it back up again with hands Fragile vinyl In time’s forgotten spell we spun round and round And round hearts I felt without touch in your eyes Which smoldered in confusion fusing needle to spine Then ripping back to abnormal abnormalities That you called confusion. Metaphorically speaking—metaphorically that is. And I rinsed your eyes again with my pain That never touched blindness more than twice Opening eyes to passion-morning and you looked Through me To find bastard filth encrusted in heart-shaped valentine And green blood that bubbled as you awed and dreamed And loved and loved and loved and hurt and loved. Our forest fell. I lifted stones from my chest with ease with wavering keys And fallen angel fantasies jumping down from picture film And into my house while you sat on the sidelines watching Us dance on clouds she rented for the night while I envision First kiss monsters creeping into driveways at night Where she sat next to me on the grass and next to you in me On the grass where you sat on the sidelines watching us dance. Our forest fell. Our forest fell under fire on July 4th. Salute bombardment on The world That shames us all and kills What brother? You were on the eve of destruction while the world destructed You were on the eve of destruction while the world was destroyed. Our forest fell. Under staged turbulence and gun shot wounds to the head The both of us squirming unsuccessfully on shores of Normandy In distress bleeding on mother’s sofas in clumsiness And lackluster bull[edit] quantities harpooning all living qualities That we dreamed about together ever after on fairy tale face value After fallen angel healed her own wing. Metaphorically speaking—metaphorically, that is. You said you wanted to be a pig And we laughed and I bitched and you laughed and we laughed Enjoying speech in computer worlds everywhere coming soon— “It’s already there.” Let’s watch it again and melt in embarrassment as recent childhood past passed is flashed before our vulnerable child eyes at drive-in prospects we never executed as planned but watched my inspiration disintegrate into nothing but freedom and you and sappy poetry that we all read to put us to sleep But your hands have been stripped and I gave you back your clothes And I helped you tie your shoes And I showed you to the door with high expectations of late night talk Shows while talking with glazed lips on high And I find your face in every word. And I find your face in every word. Hence the resurrection of our forest. Can’t wait to watch it burn. "The story of life is quicker than the wink of an eye. The story of love is Hello and Goodbye. Until we meet again..." -Jimi Hendrix [This message has been edited by muted (06-19-2004 10:21 PM).] |
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muted
since 2004-01-15
Posts 2949Elapsing, Eclipsing, Evolving |
Fantastic poem, this will be added to my library. i could go quoting your lines all day, but lets just suffice to say that you absolutely touched soft spots here. Awesome, cant praise this enough |
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GG Member Elite
since 2002-12-03
Posts 3532Lost in thought |
Wow... and what muted said. This is a poem with a lot to interpret, but nothing to magine... or maybe it's the other way around. Or maybe what I said makes no sense, but, y'know? that's okay, because no matter how jumbled my words are... your's aren't. I love this... Always, Alyssa Poems are made by fools like me, |
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