tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82712023864128386172024-02-21T03:02:57.140+11:00Shards of SilverAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02092274273757391665noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271202386412838617.post-15808567245124533832012-05-29T23:02:00.003+10:002012-05-29T23:02:56.494+10:00A Wedding Poem<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>i thought of broken glass</i></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>when you made my world real.</i></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>the sound of cracking shards</i></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>beneath my bare feet.</i></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>cooling molasses of time covered in dust</i></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>of a thousand frosted moments</i></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>all forgotten when the glass cracked.</i></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>you took my hand in both of yours </i></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>drawing me through it all</i></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>past the broken window</i></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>through which i had been looking in.</i></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>you made my world real.</i></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02092274273757391665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271202386412838617.post-19669875962235180222011-07-29T15:56:00.002+10:002011-07-29T15:58:06.362+10:00Winter Is Not Yet Gone<div style="text-align: center;">
<i><span style="font-size: large;">The drifter by the newstand looks up,</span></i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i><span style="font-size: large;">No chance of rain on this Sunday morning,</span></i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i><span style="font-size: large;">Perhaps a ray of sunshine will warm his sleep,</span></i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i><span style="font-size: large;">Before the cold of night sets in and reminds him</span></i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i><span style="font-size: large;">That winter is not yet gone.</span></i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i><span style="font-size: large;">She lays in the sunfilled window sil,</span></i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i><span style="font-size: large;">In silence to dream her sunlit dreams,</span></i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i><span style="font-size: large;">She's a cat and she has no cares,</span></i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i><span style="font-size: large;">Only the knowledge that it does not matter</span></i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i><span style="font-size: large;">That winter is not yet gone.</span></i></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02092274273757391665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271202386412838617.post-15544349246704588702011-06-15T03:39:00.000+10:002011-06-15T03:39:24.120+10:00In The Other Room<i><span style="font-size: large;">I thought for so long</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;"> that I'd dreamt you,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">Created you out of shattering wishes,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;"> crumbling hopes;</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">But I can see you now,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;"> touch you even,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">All it takes is a handful of steps</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;"> into another room.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">Not twenty feet away</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;"> just in the other room.</span></i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02092274273757391665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271202386412838617.post-78713863812831382962011-06-09T00:57:00.000+10:002011-06-09T00:57:44.994+10:00Conversations with Characters II: June Granger<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>You're as frustrating as a wombat, dear June,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Feisty June,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>June who always knows her way,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Won't let anyone else have a say.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>You're funny when you rhyme things, lady writer,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Collected you,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>You who sits writes what you believe true,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Don't let others tell you what to do.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>You're hard to write, dear June,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Elegant June,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Stripper darling hating spring</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Because of all the baggage it'll bring.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>I'm glad I confound you, lady writer,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Prolific you,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Since I'm not what you normally see,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>I'm not of your world nor would I be.</i></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02092274273757391665noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271202386412838617.post-19630104635095407612011-04-07T17:03:00.001+10:002011-06-09T00:52:27.134+10:00Conversations with Characters I: T.A<span style="font-size: large;"><i>If only</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>You would right yourself</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Strange darkness.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>You reside in the face</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I can picture,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I even know what your voice is made of:</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Liquid, silken steel</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Rising to a storm when you are angered</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>- and you are rarely truly angered - </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>yet soft and still in the council hall,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Able to bring the entire chamber to silence.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I know you</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>And yet I can't,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Because you're not letting me realise you,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Darkest one,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>With all your inner, concealed confusion,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>About who you are and why you did as you have done.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Conflicted?</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>No, you're not,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>You're too decided,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>That's your flaw,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>And when I throw your lot in with hers,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>All fire and reckless charges,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>You balk and stare back out at me from the screen,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>as though to ask</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"Did you want me to change her from who she is?"</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I ought to reply that that's not the point,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>but I know what you'd say:</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"Let the Dar'nayl take care its own."</i></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02092274273757391665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271202386412838617.post-62766338473395906812011-04-05T17:27:00.002+10:002011-04-05T17:27:58.384+10:00Outside our Windows<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Here then</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">A new light for you</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">A new type of fire.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">It's lit up the world outside our windows,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Focused on </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Strange roots and bark and tree.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Beautifying</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Terrifying.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">World alight</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Outside our windows.</span></i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02092274273757391665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271202386412838617.post-7062312282176711332011-02-04T19:45:00.000+11:002011-02-04T19:45:25.248+11:00Heartslaying<span style="font-size: large;"><i>i remember when you kissed me in that kitchen</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>the warmth and taste of you</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i><br />
</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>desire emptying into me</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>a pouring cliche</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>stomach heated with burning fireflies</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>and the silent whistling ache throughout my body</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i><br />
</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>heart slaying.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i><br />
</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>i remember kissing you in that car</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>the warmth and taste of you</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i><br />
</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>conquering armies surrounding me</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>reminding me</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>troy fell in ten years</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>you felled me in ten days</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>and the silent whistling mortality of longing</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i><br />
</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>heart slaying.</i></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02092274273757391665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271202386412838617.post-55967899217597285652011-01-10T10:37:00.000+11:002011-01-10T10:37:47.520+11:00Self Reflections<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"These are not my stars," she said,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Looking up into the night,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"This is not my sky.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Why have you brought me here, my love,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Where the air is strange and the world frozen?</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Where the birds come in only monochrome?</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Why have you brought me here?"</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i><br />
</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"This is where you're from, my dear," I told her promptly,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"This is where your roots are,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>This is where you were born,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I thought you'd be happy to see it again."</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i><br />
</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"It's not that I'm not happy here," she responded quietly,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"It's that here my blood runs cold and the woods are silent,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>When I'm here I can't hear my heartbeat on the wind.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>There's no fire in the bush,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>No flood on the land."</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i><br />
</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"You could relearn it here, my love," I whispered,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"And learn to live here again like before."</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i><br />
</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"Of course I could," she replied,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>And looked at me with a saddened smile,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"I can probably learn to live anywhere,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>But when I'm there,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I'm alive and I belong somewhere."</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i><br />
</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"But emotions and attachments are ephemeral, love,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>What you feel for him now might be ripped form you again."</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i><br />
</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"Life is too short to be afraid of the unknowable, my dear,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>We've been afraid for so long.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Look up into this sky and tell me what you see."</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i><br />
</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I did then as she asked me,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Turning my face away from the mirror </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>And looking up into the night,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"You're right," I whispered to myself,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"These are not my stars."</i></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02092274273757391665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271202386412838617.post-54446873084706717002010-12-28T22:06:00.000+11:002010-12-28T22:06:07.407+11:00When I Get Lost<blockquote><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Child of too many worlds,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>It's okay to be afraid:</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Stranger things have happened to you,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i> Remember?</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Child without a single home,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>It's alright to be lost,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Your feet don't have to remember</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i> where to return to.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Child beneath wide skies,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>You can tremble at the world,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>But there is a place or person for you too</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i> for you to belong. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i><br />
</i></span></blockquote>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02092274273757391665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271202386412838617.post-7171460980419771242010-12-06T07:58:00.004+11:002010-12-06T08:04:26.742+11:00Prayers of Fire and Fear<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Being in love is like being on fire,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Stop, drop, roll,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>But your brain is already on fire,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Burning, burning, burning,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>All of it is burning like Troy on fire</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>And nothing left to hold back,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>No walls left to capture or break.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Being in love is like being on fire,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Drowning me in happiness and </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Revives me to fear?</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Fear of losing what I've found,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Fear of those high walls rebuilding, rebuilding</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Higher, higher until they are there again </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>As they were in the beginning.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>I only my words to be the ivy that can grow </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Up, up, up those walls.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>I only my hopes that those walls </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Will still be cracked,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>When I return.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Fear reviving,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Happy tears lull me to long needed slumber,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>At your side</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>In your arms.</i></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02092274273757391665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271202386412838617.post-15887168143889733792010-11-11T18:08:00.001+11:002010-11-11T18:22:08.672+11:00Fleeting<i><span style="font-size: large;">My time is made from the seconds it takes</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;"> for petals to fall;</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">A brief breath after a serenade's final note.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">My time is made from passers by along a</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;"> seaside sidewalk;</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">A child's laughter fading to adult whispers.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">My time is the empty places in cupboards</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;"> between cups and glasses;</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">Silken touches of cold star-crossed lovers.</span></i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02092274273757391665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271202386412838617.post-76942087394666134252010-11-07T00:04:00.000+11:002010-11-07T00:04:35.852+11:00Away<blockquote><i><span style="font-size: large;">Iced cold knife tip</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">- burning way through - </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">Following the line</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">down the rigid spine</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">searing a path.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">Every step against the tide</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">- against the tugging -</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">Wrenching agony</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">dislocating not only limbs</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">but self.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">Forced a-drift by circumstance</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">- frustrating agony -</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">Relieved only by the steps</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">taken backwards. </span></i></blockquote>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02092274273757391665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271202386412838617.post-56045381565254002462010-09-02T02:27:00.000+10:002010-09-02T02:27:15.263+10:00Speak To Me<i><span style="font-size: large;"></span></i><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Speak to me of stolen things,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Fallen things,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Forgotten things.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Tell me how you found my heart,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">And how you hold it in your hand.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Show me how sweet life can be,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">And how truth can make stars seem dull.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Talk to me of broken things,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Crumpled things,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Rusted things.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Tell me how I took your heart,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">And set it back in place.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Show me how my life could be</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Complete if I had not ever been with you.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02092274273757391665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271202386412838617.post-23109824155026638222010-08-23T21:34:00.000+10:002010-08-23T21:34:25.819+10:00My Contradiction<i><span style="font-size: large;"></span></i><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">You're the storm and the eye of it,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">The calm and the turbulence,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">You're the Spielberg flick and the psalm to me.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Never knew what broken meant until you up and fixed me,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Crumbling pieces of dust and decay that sort into feelings.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">You're the confusion and the sense,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">The philosopher and the nihilist,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Beautifully disharmonic and complete.</span></i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02092274273757391665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271202386412838617.post-33227949320606943772010-08-17T23:12:00.000+10:002010-08-17T23:12:43.233+10:00Dollhouse<i><span style="font-size: large;"></span></i><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Carefully tailored answers so you can hear what you want,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">A smile flashed at just the right time,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">You know I’m meant for you.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">There’s no one on this planet who loves you more than me,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Every atom of my soul is buzzing all for you.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">I won’t whine or bitch or cry cos that’s not what you want,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">I’ll be your girl for all these moments,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Each one an eternity</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Cos that’s the way I’m wired,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Yeah, that’s the way they wired me for you.</span></i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02092274273757391665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271202386412838617.post-74762811060390785262010-08-07T21:56:00.000+10:002010-08-07T21:56:33.099+10:00There are Things<span style="font-size: large;"><i></i></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>There are things I cannot say to you,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>- because of who I am - </i></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>- because of who you are -</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>I've never had this before and the inexperience can be daunting,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>So I hesitate, so I watch. </i></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>You've been built up and cracked too many times before,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>So you're silent, so you sit.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Your walls are mortared with past and present,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Mine crumble beneath future's hopes.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>And somewhere our walls intersect,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Building the foundation of a fortress perhaps,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Inside where we can maybe let go.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Where I can say things I cannot say.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>I cannot say "I love you" </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>because I'm scared to,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>I cannot say "for always" </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>because you've lost your faith in forever.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>These are things I cannot say,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>But maybe I do not have to.</i></span><br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02092274273757391665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271202386412838617.post-11599919189563024752010-07-24T22:23:00.000+10:002010-07-24T22:23:08.428+10:00Lash of Flames<i><span style="font-size: large;"></span></i><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">The sunlight fills my room</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">With gold and oranges;</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">It's like fire is beating at my door,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Not so unheard of in this country</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">That floods like the Nile and burns like the sun.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">That people live here is at first a wonder,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Then a joy.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">This country falsely sunburnt in broken visions,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Living radiant in every breath of hurricane</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">And ever lash of flame.</span></i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02092274273757391665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271202386412838617.post-44405465456050242822010-07-12T01:09:00.000+10:002010-07-12T01:09:00.549+10:00Murmurs<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Drift away on the wings of silence</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">And carry the murmurs in the palm of your hand</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Like memories that you will never forget.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Wake with the morning</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">And dream of the sunshine in the water</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">And carry the murmurs in the back of your mind</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Like shivers of silver and glass.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Walk with the night in the darkness</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">That flows around you in eddies and reflections</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">And carry the murmurs in the core of your soul</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">So that you may always remember</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Who you were before.</span></i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02092274273757391665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271202386412838617.post-49253551791189903412010-07-11T21:40:00.000+10:002010-07-11T21:40:00.312+10:00Explosive Love<i><span style="font-size: large;"></span></i><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">So I thought I saw you today,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">We may even have talked!</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Conversed is too strong a word</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">For worded meanderings</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Between empty lovers.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Having dinner and a movie</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Is just to get us through the motions:</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Let’s pretend, play house.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">At least we can say</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">That Spielberg’s done it again.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">‘God I wish our sex had that</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Many Explosions.’</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">The latter sentiment left</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Unspoken.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Because we’re not ready</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">To suggest it.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">You drove me home.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">The same CD as years before,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">The same words.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">‘…in a brave new world…’</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">The same words,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Both bridge and barrier</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Between empty lovers.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">It’s strange though the sky blue</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">In the middle of night</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">That you love</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">That I’m wearing.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Or that you turn</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">And give me that smile</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">That brought me</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Into Chaos.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">That’s no illusion.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">No explosion!</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">There’s still something here.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">We’ve just become more careful.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">I know you won’t make</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">The first move so</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">I move.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">You pretend to think.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">I lean in and whisper in your mind.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">So you chuckle and park the car.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Lead me on.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">And before long we’re trying</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Our own movie stunts</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">The kind that’d make us blush.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Like explosions.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">It gives us something to talk about,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Made happy by re-igniting the hidden flame.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Us empty lovers</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Full</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">And once more</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Content.</span></i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02092274273757391665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271202386412838617.post-38118355699354283062010-07-09T21:36:00.000+10:002010-07-09T21:36:00.389+10:00The Final Line<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Great Muses in your golden realm,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Will not you hear my plea?</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>And sound a bell to end my torture</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>And tell me what you see?</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Great Ladies you who number nine,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Can not you give me thought?</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>To tell me how to write and sing</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>And tell me tales to wrought?</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Great Ones in the skies above,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Hear my cry and answer!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>End this barren drought of mine,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Send to me your words and sounds</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>That I may write this final line!</i></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02092274273757391665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271202386412838617.post-49143743699923546842010-07-07T20:41:00.000+10:002010-07-07T20:41:00.307+10:00Tributes to Roxanne<div style="text-align: center;"><i>With Apologies to Sting</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Roxanne, </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Don't wear that bright red dress tonight. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>You wandered down the street again </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>You fixed up your hair and make-up again </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Don't wear that bright red dress again. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>You don't have to walk that street, my dear, </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>You know where it goes and where it leads </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Last week you came back with a black eye, </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>I know you did it cos you thought you had to, </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>But think about it some more tonight. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>You wandered down the street again </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>You fixed up your hair and make-up again </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Don't wear that bright red dress again. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Roxanne, </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Don't wear that bright red dress tonight. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>There's always anger in your eyes and fear </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>You don't think you know what's coming to you, </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>But you stand there in rain or stars every night, </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>I know you don't think you can let it go, </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>But think about it at least some tonight. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Roxanne, </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Don't wear that bright red dress tonight. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Roxanne, </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Don't wear that bright red dress again tonight, </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>You've worn it out worn it enough for the week, </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>There's got to be another way another day, </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Why not tonight to think things through? </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>You wandered down the street again </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>You fixed up your hair and make-up again </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Don't wear that bright red dress again. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Roxanne, </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Don't wear that bright red dress tonight. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Roxanne, </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Why do you look at me like that? </i></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02092274273757391665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271202386412838617.post-69539230921511846002010-07-06T08:26:00.000+10:002010-07-06T08:26:00.478+10:00Through the Enemy's Garden<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">We walked without direction</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Through the enemy's garden,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Hand in hand through darkness.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">A waking dream of endlessness;</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">A field of stars and flowers.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Lifted in a world of colored light</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">All through the enemy's garden.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Not a word nor whisper</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">For here no murmur may pass</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">To disturb the eternal sleeper</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">So walk without direction</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Through the enemy's garden</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">And wander forever and on and on</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Hand in hand and beyond.</span></i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02092274273757391665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271202386412838617.post-72401776519985995602010-07-05T10:23:00.000+10:002010-07-05T10:23:00.118+10:00An Angel's Prayer<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">You seek to wrong me </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">To take from me </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">That which You did freely grant me. </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">You wish to extinguish </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">This light of Heaven </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">This Morning Star! </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">I am the one that guides all others, </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">To light and leave the glowing sky! </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">And now for something petty: choice! </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">You would cast me out to die. </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Know then, Father, </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Once upon the barren stone, </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">I did love only Thee alone. </span></i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02092274273757391665noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271202386412838617.post-8783296740554627482010-07-04T20:19:00.000+10:002010-07-04T20:19:07.430+10:00Where They Walk<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Take me past the rivers and lakes </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Of this land I know all too well, </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Carry me through the sky and light </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">To the world beyond those stars there. </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Glide through the night and through the day </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Hold me in the darkness and in the light, </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">But do not let me fall without you. </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Take me to the realm in which time </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">No longer matters to anyone. </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Take me from these echoed whispers </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">That goad me and taunt me </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">And carry me with you always. </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Take me to where the willows sing, </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Take me to where the moonlight shines, </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Take me to the worlds I've never seen before, </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Take me to where the unicorns run, </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Take me to where the dragons and angels vie </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">For the ruling of the bright open sky, </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Take me to where they walk... </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Take me to where they walk.</span></i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02092274273757391665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271202386412838617.post-44953945575590132272010-07-04T07:20:00.002+10:002010-07-04T20:13:06.116+10:00The Virgin's Never<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Broken daylight like sand against my skin;<br />
Rubbed raw at missing you.<br />
'Never' seems so final,<br />
Like Macbeth's bells of heralded death,<br />
And while I know the bells will ring just this once,<br />
The thought of 'never'<br />
Is no imagined dagger but reality,<br />
Here driven into my heart;<br />
My virginal blood then on our sheets. </i></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02092274273757391665noreply@blogger.com0