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March 16, 2009
The charming Addendum by ~skerd22 as the suggester notes, is a rather mesmerizing and intriguing piece. It also has an interesting flow and tone.
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Suggested by Prosaic-Scriptor
Literature Text
Do you have any clue how
mesmerizing
you remain?
You're a cryogenic
heart
attack
{encased in flame}
and laced with memory's sweetest secret name
spoken
and winding
icily
down the same
backbone that you freeze
with a fireburn hum;
to feel you breathe
upon my xiphisternum
is like a dream from heaven above
wrapped in an
aquamarine
pillar
of
flame;
"I am so in love with you"
becomes preferred refrain.
(There's something stuck in my head:
it's you and I.)
We cannot be the same,
for we have witnessed
candlelit displays
of come what may;
I will follow you
into the cold of daybreak
painted in shades of
midnight blues
and
velvet grays;
an instant in space
burns brighter than the jealous sun;
meteor showers keep us for hours
until our fears are undone.
[pardon my wandering erratic mind]
[but that moment rests upon a pedestal within the halls of time]
[and Rembrandt's strokes fail to properly describe]
[the furnace depths that rest behind your frozen lake visage]
[that I can't help but ache to kiss]
I exhale
vapors
after taking time to warm your lips
that once purred with unsure frost;
now entwined fingers
cross hearts: a promise
to be lost
wholeheartedly
in thoughts of we;
Let us paint the music;
with your permission I elect to never leave.
mesmerizing
you remain?
You're a cryogenic
heart
attack
{encased in flame}
and laced with memory's sweetest secret name
spoken
and winding
icily
down the same
backbone that you freeze
with a fireburn hum;
to feel you breathe
upon my xiphisternum
is like a dream from heaven above
wrapped in an
aquamarine
pillar
of
flame;
"I am so in love with you"
becomes preferred refrain.
(There's something stuck in my head:
it's you and I.)
We cannot be the same,
for we have witnessed
candlelit displays
of come what may;
I will follow you
into the cold of daybreak
painted in shades of
midnight blues
and
velvet grays;
an instant in space
burns brighter than the jealous sun;
meteor showers keep us for hours
until our fears are undone.
[pardon my wandering erratic mind]
[but that moment rests upon a pedestal within the halls of time]
[and Rembrandt's strokes fail to properly describe]
[the furnace depths that rest behind your frozen lake visage]
[that I can't help but ache to kiss]
I exhale
vapors
after taking time to warm your lips
that once purred with unsure frost;
now entwined fingers
cross hearts: a promise
to be lost
wholeheartedly
in thoughts of we;
Let us paint the music;
with your permission I elect to never leave.
Literature
We Watched Ourselves Dissipate
we caught our breath with butterfly nets
and exhaled
the pieces of each other's wings
that stuck in our lungs.
the sky gave a shiver and the stars
unsealed, their firefly cores shimmering
and fluttering
toward us.
plucking them from the air, they slip
between our fingertips
and fall like butterfly wings
to the ground.
we conduct the celestial engagement with
our metallic hearts
that control this unsteady rhythm of
love crescendos
and staccato love-making.
like conductors in an orchestra.
our lives write the love songs.
Literature
Scrutiny
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
~ T.S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
I am going through the keyless gate
to watch and wait,
to wander here and there among the proud,
among the white and old whose wisdom rots, repressed, untold:
the soporific royals wreathed in leaves of gold.
And to them I shall read aloud from the Book,
read of the sins their lips have took
and upon me they shall look and patiently reflect
I am lost in my own depth, I will say
in a slight, impartial way
(for I lack violets and an antic prin
Literature
to map sunrises...
one day I will tell my daughter to touch herself
before she ever lets a man do it for her, to learn
her body-secrets and the shape of pleasure. I will
tell her that San Francisco always keeps your heart.
that her skin is a blank canvas, that hair grows,
the value of the right kind of disrespect. that the older
we get, the more we need the people who knew us
when we were young. I will tell my daughter
to give away the secrets that keep her up at night,
and that there is never a wrong time to love someone,
but sometimes a wrong way. I will teach my daughter
to travel without makeup; that sometimes forever means
morning and sometime
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For those of you who don't have my poems engraved into your brain (I'm going to assume that's everyone), it would be nice for me to mention that this poem is a collection of ideas from many of my favorite works.
Self-referential, if you will.
Some are more heavily referenced than others, of course...
Previous Poems Referenced
(in no particular order)
11. Memory - [link]
8. Innocence - [link]
7. Heaven - [link]
67. Playing the Melody - [link]
72. Mischief Managed - [link]
39. Hold My Hand - [link]
Backbone - [link]
52. Deep In Thought - [link]
19. Gray - [link]
42. Standing Still - [link]
36. Precious Treasure - [link]
15. Silence - [link]
Preconceptions - [link]
Atmosphere - [link]
80. Words - [link]
Cliche - [link]
Sense - [link]
Light - [link]
Collide - [link]
Amidst - [link]
We Are - [link]
Lost - [link]
To The Days - [link]
Self-referential, if you will.
Some are more heavily referenced than others, of course...
Previous Poems Referenced
(in no particular order)
11. Memory - [link]
8. Innocence - [link]
7. Heaven - [link]
67. Playing the Melody - [link]
72. Mischief Managed - [link]
39. Hold My Hand - [link]
Backbone - [link]
52. Deep In Thought - [link]
19. Gray - [link]
42. Standing Still - [link]
36. Precious Treasure - [link]
15. Silence - [link]
Preconceptions - [link]
Atmosphere - [link]
80. Words - [link]
Cliche - [link]
Sense - [link]
Light - [link]
Collide - [link]
Amidst - [link]
We Are - [link]
Lost - [link]
To The Days - [link]
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Brilliant work!