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Literature
Tiny Giving
Stones slumber under rushing water,
Shaped by current cemented by time,
Onyx spots that sunlight conquers,
Brings me into the river to dive,
Hands are full of worthless pebbles,
Still I offer them to you,
Eyes are full of wonder,
I will do what I can do.
Greener grass is fostered by the fence,
Where barbed wire was laid by hand,
Wood rots where the chicory grows,
Brings me to rusty metal and I bend,
Scraped fingers stain blue flowers,
Still I offer them to you,
Eyes are full of wonder,
I will do what I can do.
Telephone poles watch us walking,
Piled by men but worn by rain,
Tar glistens as it drips down,
Brings me to their steps to climb,
Arms tire as I move skyward,
Still I offer them to you,
Eyes are full of wonder,
I will do what I can do.
Hill crafted by the ages rests our bones,
While clouds press on without us,
The Sun spreads for the Moon,
Brings my lips to kiss your neck,
Feelings tattered torn by storms,
Still I offer them to you,
Eyes are full of wonder,
I will do what I can
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Literature
Glass Lake
Rise from the feathers and dust,
Go fill the old brass bucket,
Head to shores of Glass Lake,
Fill the bucket,
Don’t ask me questions,
I won’t answer you anyway,
On the shores of Glass Lake,
Where you find your fate.
Leave your foot prints in the cold sand,
Take up the hems of your dress,
Walk the lapping water,
Take up your dress,
You can look at me with soft eyes,
I will push your hair away,
On the shores of Glass Lake,
Where you find your fate.
Ask your daddy for a dowry,
Then I will take your hand,
We’ll marry at Glass Lake,
I will take your hand,
Your choice is not easy,
I still believe you much pick,
On the shores of Glass Lake,
Where you find your fate.
Hold tight your chest dear,
I know your heart beats fast,
For the moment we are together,
Your heart beats fast,
Rest now on the feathers,
I will join you soon,
On the shores of Glass Lake,
Where you find your fate.
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Literature
Whatever It Is
I, whilst you slept, was awake and watching the sunrise,
I, felt you next to me, what are you dreaming about?
Where am I going?
I cannot see where I came from.
You, do all your talking, with your eyes and your smile,
You, put your hand in mine, I am happy if just for awhile,
Where am I going?
I cannot see where you came from.
We, our energies expended, find these sheets our home,
We, connect physically, you know my arms are there to sleep on.
Where am I going?
I cannot see where we came from.
I, while you’re staring, ponder what this is about,
I, as you touch me, feel too lucky to continue,
Where am I going?
I cannot see where I came from.
You, dark eyed lady, with your recondite words and thoughts,
You, dark haired beauty, entrance me without effort,
Where am I going?
I cannot see where I came from.
We, while we speak, are always reaching out,
We, on our travels, have no given path to follow,
Where am I going?
I cannot see where we came from.
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Literature
Evening Wind
I could describe her,
In every detail,
In every light,
From avenue to avenue,
Through the night,
I would relive that flight,
To feel that evening wind.
I could touch her,
If only she were here,
If only I was there,
From bar to bar,
I’ve looked everywhere,
I would do anything and not care,
To feel that evening wind.
Life is easiest,
Without a thought,
Without a direction,
From which to stray,
But it is no kind of protection,
If you cannot get the connection,
To feel that evening wind.
Take this message,
To your heart,
To your grave too,
From the truth do not run,
It will always follow you,
The night remembers what you do,
To feel that even wind.
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Literature
Sun
What sweet delusion choice,
To dream that we, in our mortality,
We are captains of fate,
That we are not steered uncaringly by an indifferent boatman.
We wake with ideas in greater numbers than time,
The day unwinds until the spool is sprung,
We find the light gone and our dreams exsanguinated,
How carry you to sleep?
Does your pillow not stab at you?
Is your bed of spirit and herb?
Perhaps a lover’s arm brings peace,
Do you slumber at all?
While some bask in the new day,
I find only loathing the golden light,
I take offense that it spreads over my skin,
It is my bane today and upon the morrow,
If another day I have to live.
Birds sing and scavenge,
I wish for them success,
If only consuming their query would bring silence,
Blanketing quiet that would consume my ears.
Still the Sun,
Laughing and touching,
Invading my morning,
How I would bury it behind clouds.
I do not embrace any sorrow,
I do not seek the blackness of night,
I only wish to dream longer of my hopes,
I desire they
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Literature
Susie and Johnny
Oh, Susie, won’t you,
Come a-walkin’ with me,
The moon is so fine tonight,
The stars are shining on the sea.
Oh, Johnny, I won’t go,
Walking in that fine moonlight,
My heart is for someone else,
And stars they are shining just for him and me.
Oh, Susie, won’t you,
Come hand holdin’ with me,
The breeze is fresh as the dawn,
The sun is a-breakin’ over that horizon.
Oh, Johnny, I won’t go,
Hand-in-hand with you,
His name is on the wind,
I see his face in the sun.
Oh, Susie, won’t you,
Come dancing with me,
The music is playing for us,
The floor is clean come on Susie.
Oh, Johnny, I won’t go,
I will be dancing with someone new,
Music it plays for everyone,
Just not for me and you.
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Literature
Mirror Mirror
These wings that I believed glowed with white feathers,
When put before the mirror are leathery and stretched taught across jagged bone,
The halo that I believed I wore is not but a pair of wretched horns,
Gentle smile is borne fangs that await their next strike,
My nature is not of the light but of the shadow.
Blue eyes search in their hunger for a new course,
Filthy fingers dig through the dirt pulling my scorched form,
Burned from the light of day shed upon myself by a tug of the curtain,
Skin smolders cooled only by the fury within,
Soothed roughly by the darkness falling from the horizon.
I have no pretense to offer at the feet of my enemies,
They see me for what I am and lament my fall,
For they were once my closest of friends and advisors,
I was not their friend only a betrayer,
Leering from a jealous mind upon their wealth.
I bring no light and bear the weight of no kingdom,
Nor do I desire any of these obligations,
Only to retire to the black from whence I sprang,
So my dread-
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Literature
Ocean Lily
The tide comes up around her,
She stares out to sea,
She ain’t waiting for her baby,
She ain’t waiting there for me.
Her mouth opens to the air,
Salty scents run to her lungs,
She voices deepest thoughts,
Not to me or anyone.
“I’d feel hollow,
If I felt anything at all,
It has been twenty-five years,
If I had it to do over,
I would just lose everything again.”
Back toward the boardwalk,
Music pours over the wood,
Breathy women and passed crooners,
Reach her ears beneath her hood.
She looks up to the sky,
For an answer that won’t come,
Her knees are in the water,
Her heart has already sunk.
“I’d feel hollow,
If I felt anything at all,
It has been twenty-five years,
If I had it to do over,
I would just lose everything again.”
Young lovers kiss in the dunes,
I watch from my throne of sand,
As the ocean breaks around her,
She’s too far now to reach my hand.
Seaweed round her hips,
Like a belt to tie her down,
She sways with the breakers,
He
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Literature
From My Door
I looked from my door,
To the world sprawling around me,
Painted roads and pipe cleaner trees,
Fresh breezes made of graphite lines,
What is reality if not something we create?
Who are we if not something worn down by the world?
Each step chosen is followed by one not,
Each word spoken is challenged by avenging silence,
Tomorrow’s smoldering laughter at today’s efforts,
Bring rain upon my unguarded street,
All colors run together in the deluge,
Levees break and carry off that, which I cannot hold,
Sun soaked asphalt lays atop my paint,
Bark grows where felt was washed,
A hot wind scorches the air,
I inhale and walk on,
Nothing is fresh or ideal,
The new is repetition,
I have nothing to contribute,
There is nothing I speak,
Only words that I say,
To deaf passing ears,
As I look from my door.
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Literature
U-Turn
Do you know where we went wrong?
Where the road turned to grass?
When the sky begin to pour in buckets?
Do you know where we went wrong?
I’ve seen the tops of mountains,
The bottom of bays,
I have sat in the eye of a hurricane,
I have swam with sharks,
But I cannot say,
Where we went wrong to this day.
Do you know where we went wrong?
Where the notes started sour?
When the words didn’t match the debt?
Do you know where we went wrong?
I’ve ridden wild horses,
And fallen to the ground,
I have danced in sand with a girl,
I have held a baby dove,
But I cannot say,
Where we went wrong to this day.
Do you know where went wrong?
Where all sorrow began to swell?
When we forgot the bottom was around?
Do you know where we went wrong?
Now I’ve dreamt of the future,
And feared the past,
I have laid in a raging river,
I have buried all my guilt,
But I cannot say,
Where we went wrong to this day.
Do you know where we went wrong?
Where the fresh air turned to ash?
When we just sto
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Literature
Going Back
From the fence line,
In the fallen snow,
You can follow the tracks,
Out of safety and into the fire,
They don’t tell you,
That you cannot go back.
Her fingers are bloody,
From clawing at the mortar,
Sounds are hollow,
Dreams are few,
They don’t tell you,
That you cannot go back.
While they watch,
From the rooftops,
You can scramble,
For scraps,
They don’t tell you,
That you cannot go back.
Times are treacherous,
Stagnation settles down,
Hands slip out of one another,
Hopes crash to ground,
They don’t tell you,
That you cannot go back.
Copyrighted sorrows,
Sweeps week despair,
Watch to feel better,
That you are not there,
They don’t tell you,
That you cannot go back.
I have no messages,
Only words that fit,
Sometimes they don’t,
But the line is the same,
They don’t tell you,
That you cannot go back.
I left New Jersey,
And part of myself,
Just a few minutes away,
A few hours by train,
They don’t tell you,
That you cannot go back.
From the tree line
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Literature
Floating
One step forward,
Or is it to the side?
So hard to tell,
Direction at night,
Scenery changes,
I never do,
I’ll keep my apology,
From you.
One more drink,
Or is it two?
So hard to tell,
This late at night,
Room spinning,
Kick off my shoes,
I’ll keep my apology,
From you.
If I had a dollar,
For every bridge I’ve burned,
I would still be destitute,
See, I’d pin them to the walls,
To remind me of what I learned.
One word extra,
Or was it too many?
So hard to tell,
This late at night,
You seem angry,
At my actions,
I’ll keep my apology,
From you.
One harsh morning,
Or was it like the rest?
So hard to tell,
This late in life,
I’ll be alone,
But no more lonely,
I’ll keep my apology,
From you.
If I had dollar,
For every bridge I’ve burned,
I would still be destitute,
See, I’d pin them to the walls,
To remind me of what I learned.
One line of misery,
Or is it making amends?
So hard to tell,
When you won’t look at me,
I don’t mind,
I cannot
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Literature
Reflection in Sand
While children chase the tide,
Over the dunes nature sighs,
I sat on the sun beaten sand,
On a perfect day in an imperfect land.
Clouds move overhead,
I can see them in your eyes,
Shadows cast over the beach,
This memory seems out of reach.
I can see the water trailing the boat,
I can feel the wind in face,
The voices of those days,
Return to me and break this haze.
When we were caught in the storm,
And the waves crashed around,
Hard to believe I wasn’t scared,
Then again you were there.
Life has changed us,
We hardly even speak,
And maybe it is all on me,
I just guess this is how it will be.
Now I’ve moved to another world,
Something you could never do,
I know you cannot relate at all,
That doesn’t mean I don’t want you to call.
We’ve never thought too much,
About the people we need,
At the very least I know we share,
The ability to punish those who care.
The beach is full again,
Children run away from the break,
Sometimes I do miss you,
But I know there is no
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Literature
Times of Plenty
We live in times of plenty,
In times of famine,
In times of war,
We live in times of plenty,
In times of famine,
In times of war.
Won’t you think of your brother,
Won’t you think of your sister too,
While they may not be your kin,
Surely they’ll be looking out for you.
We live in times of plenty,
In times of love,
In times of pain,
We live in times of plenty,
In times of love,
In times of pain.
Won’t you lend your will,
Won’t you lend your hand,
While the world keeps on moving,
Surely we can make a stand.
We live in times of plenty,
In times of pity,
In times of trial,
We live in times of plenty,
In times of pity,
In times of trial.
Won’t you remember your father,
Won’t you remember his father as well,
While their day has ended,
Surely they have wisdom to tell.
We live in times of plenty,
In times of comfort,
In times of strife,
We live in times of plenty,
In times of comfort,
In times of strife.
Won’t you lay down the wounded,
Won’t you lay
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We had reached a point in recent history where I was starting to feel positively about the United States.  Our newly elected president is not causing catastrophic fail, unless you are a staunch conservative or someone who has no idea how the economy actually works, our efforts in the middle east seem to be doing something that in a change of direction is not completely bad, and the economy has started to clot where some of the larger wounds were previously bleeding.

I felt especially good when it was announced that Iowa had decided to recognize gay marriage and the rights contained therein.  I never questioned the motives rather I was impressed by the hearts and minds of the residents of Iowa who could have stood up and fought.  I expected that they would have but they impressed me and shamed me in their openness and tolerance for something that far more "liberal" states had refused to embrace.  The shame, of course, came courtesy of the fact that I live in what should have been one of the first states to set in motion such an act.

In the past, I have stated that the word marriage is not important and I do mostly believe that but I also understand that it matters to others.  I see that some people want to be married not simply in a civil union.  For some it may be about the ceremony but for others it is a validation of their very lives and their personal struggle with who they are and their acceptance in a society that historical fights against change.  Hope and change, only months ago this was the battle cry of a nation.  Where has that hope and change gone?

Scott McKenzie once sang that there were gentle people in California.  I have always been shown that there is a solid base of acceptance and tolerance for the different to the absurd there but that seems to have changed.  When California's Supreme Court upheld Prop 8 they struck a blow against the rights we hold dear.  They have violated countless US, taxpaying, citizen's rights.  Every man woman and child in the United States has a right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.  I often rail against the idea that people replace the idea of pursuit with some entitlement to happiness.  In this case I am railing against the fact that the very body put in place to protect the pursuit has put a boot on its throat.

Overturn Prop 8.  Let people pursue their happiness with someone they love.  Please, stop telling us in 6-1 decisions that fear and ignorance steer this country and show the world and posterity that we took a stand against blind fascism in 2009.  For those who pin their hate mongering on God:  He told us to love one another and not to judge, why are you above that command?  Give others the freedom they deserve and that they would gladly give you.

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msklystron Featured By Owner Sep 14, 2009  Professional Digital Artist
Gosh, this is so beautifully written I wish I could fave it. Since that option isn't available, I'm going to put a link to it in my journal.
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quixotic-chaos Featured By Owner Aug 31, 2009
Thanks for the watch!

And I'm sorry to hear about your death. R.I.P.
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Ikio Featured By Owner Aug 31, 2009
I looked through your gallery and will peruse it more at another time, the desire to do that is worth a watch.
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quixotic-chaos Featured By Owner Aug 31, 2009
Why thank you.
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Ikio Featured By Owner Aug 31, 2009
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helen1988 Featured By Owner Aug 31, 2009
Haha, you're dead.

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Ikio Featured By Owner Aug 31, 2009
You are being so disrespectful!
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helen1988 Featured By Owner Aug 31, 2009
:iconbuttplz: That's what I think of *Ikio. D:<
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