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Cpat Hair

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since 2001-06-05

Posts 11793

0 posted 2005-05-19 04:10 PM

So came the night
And bitter fed the stars shriveled
Into pricks of heaven where it bled
Some faint trickle not against the vein
It would heal they said in time it would heal
Or you will find that one bright morning
When the murder of flesh has felt a bite of cold
There is no sane or in to make it out
Just old and slowly lost side in the doubts

Astringent roots can be dug
When the moon looks
across her black dress and into the eyes
That search for where they hide
Then powdered with the thrust of hardwood
Into a hollowed void
Gather dust
                   Gather dust
Don’t forget to mix wise an elixir for the mind
I can cloud none other but my own
And would not have myself hear the way
In groans of writhe the seeping stops

Sprinkle lightly for the moon rarely stares long
And she leaves us with her pale demise
To wander all alone

Oh this fine weave of light applied
Gives place for birth of clotted mind
And can be ripped aside as rend and blood survive
One more this night one less this day
Among the boles of sassafras who hold
red roots underneath it all
for boil and strain
before you drink or find the choke of earth
too much to swallow whole

minutes pass into granules of a day
and we in fine bark dress pressed thin
Come again to watch how
Night does not fall as is said by many
nor does it creep along the edges of the sun
But slams inside the void
                To savage eyes till blind
And leave ears tuned to pumping heart
Measured one ta one ta one
By her rule stretched taut between
What is and could have been

Still laugh your regrets easily
When she reigns
Broken heart, shattered dreams
Mean nothing to the dark
       When in each some sheath
Finds its dagger
Or the flesh the sting of spent lust on satin thighs

Come the shadows Grimm of fairytales
To settle on the soul

Something true
We never know of passing eve
Or midnight tied to posts that spread wide an opening
We might yet still
Fall through

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

1 posted 2005-05-19 04:21 PM

There is no sane or in to make it out
Just old and slowly lost side in the doubts

Astringent roots can be dug
When the moon looks
across her black dress and into the eyes
That search for where they hide
Then powdered with the thrust of hardwood
Into a hollowed void
Gather dust
Gather dust
Don’t forget to mix wise an elixir for the mind
I can cloud none other but my own
And would not have myself hear the way
In groans of writhe the seeping stops

Sprinkle lightly for the moon rarely stares long
And she leaves us with her pale demise
To wander all alone

~*~

If there were ever
a poem to be writ
that a pagan chant
would, could accompany...

it would be this one.

Midnitesun

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since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

2 posted 2005-05-19 04:31 PM

am keepin this to read later tonight
no time this afternoon to let this one fall
where it wants to fall
within a moonshadow

SEA

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Member Seraphic

since 2000-01-18

Posts 22676
with you

3 posted 2005-05-19 04:46 PM

"Night does not fall as is said by many
nor does it creep along the edges of the sun
But slams inside the void
To savage eyes till blind
And leave ears tuned to pumping heart
Measured one ta one ta one
By her rule stretched taut between
What is and could have been"

wow wow wow!!!!
this is AMAZING!

Gentle Spirit
Member Patricius

since 2000-10-09

Posts 13989

4 posted 2005-05-19 04:52 PM

again, your words please sir...
thank you and may I say Brava!!

Dark Angel
Member Patricius

since 1999-08-04

Posts 10095

5 posted 2005-05-19 05:21 PM

Hey you, have missed you i have

wondermus writing as usual Sir.

Mxx

"we all have wings, but some of us don't know why"

Michael Hutchence (INXS)

Martie

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Member Empyrean

since 1999-09-21

Posts 28049
California

6 posted 2005-05-19 07:30 PM

Ron

"Night does not fall as is said by many
nor does it creep along the edges of the sun
But slams inside the void
To savage eyes till blind
And leave ears tuned to pumping heart
Measured one ta one ta one
By her rule stretched taut between
What is and could have been"

You just roped the moon, my friend!

Greeneyes

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-09-09

Posts 9903
In Your Poetic Mind

7 posted 2005-05-19 07:37 PM

oh wow Ron, I bow my head to the master of words and feeling....one of your best by far!

I came from the mountain
The crust of creation
My whole situtaion-made from clay to stone

Susan Caldwell
Member Rara Avis

since 2002-12-27

Posts 8348
Florida

8 posted 2005-05-20 08:37 AM

Couldn't let this slide down the pages..

You touch every sense with the way you put words together to tell the ache of life.

Masterful.

"too bad ignorance isn't painful"
~Unknown~

babygirlwlove
Senior Member

since 2004-10-10

Posts 1180
New York City

9 posted 2005-05-20 03:14 PM

this wrecks me everytime I read it~

:: lord :::

**babygirL**

**Intoxicant to the SouL**

bslicker

Member Elite

since 2000-12-04

Posts 2321
state of mind

10 posted 2005-05-21 10:24 AM

enjoyed this piece Ron
and belongs up top
bump

bernie

A smile a day keeps the world in smile's.
Bernie Slicker

wranx
Member Elite

since 2002-06-07

Posts 3689
Moved from a shack to a barn

11 posted 2005-05-23 12:07 PM

You don't, so much, conjur...as reveal

Damned nice portrait, m'friend

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