Pockets
It's silent contortion of madness, not rememdered.
No broken blindness
A balanced mind is uncanny
Rare
So take nothing from this
And leap into the abyss
Another time begins
New Year 2007.
Antique Winter
On a windy day I wondered the open meadow
Softy not knowing
Like a shoe tossed amoung the pebbles
Nothing to really do but roam
Whisper futile secrets softly
Closer to the antique bridge
Down where the dry havoc of leaves crowd
A day easily forgoten but never lost
As I watch the blue gaze of the waters edge
Its difficult to imagine that
everything makes an impression
(inspiredMrsJ)
White Poem
Blue Jewel
I drink water, and cut fruit
Plunge my hand through the wind's foliage
Green birds cut through my dreams
A morning like no other
With a boundless gaze where the world becomes new
Beautiful again from the beginning
My sky is deep and unchanging
I know the night a little longer
But the morning is always there to greet me
Unless it is the dream that watches me again
I read seashells, leaves and stones
and my memory reaches far
For my eyes set me sailing.
(inspiredbyIdycrpntr)
Dark Poem
Background Unreal
In a garden abandoned by birds
a twisted rose blooms in the orchard
The immortal wax is melting on the wings of a dozen black birds
For a single drop of rain has killed summer
A feeling of starvation in chains
He turns mad eyes, and all experiecne wells
up like a pool of guilt
For life has blows, and harsh ones indeed
You are now all your destiny's fragrance
Your life pure pulses
With eyes of cold silver
and icicles on the moon
You let your memory prevail
And the small light thru the keyhole
was never enough
(inspiredbyMastEv)
2006-12-10 3:6:15
Hidden and Brave
It was always the same
A quick rush to see if I was safe
Of great anxieties suddenly extinquished
When I was shut in a little cage on the hill
The oily sky was loud with metal thunder
The earth torn and black
I did not give in
Nor did we cry for the fallen
A candid brotherhood of freedom
As we chased the night until dawn
Breaking from the mist
The deadly rumble of monsters and grease
A talon shot thru the air
And again we ran to the safety of the hills
A sharp beer and some songs
Aided my longing for solitude
In ashen clouds I watched my house
A daily truth was my unforgetable burden
To remember my friends and what we saw
On the hills overlooking our town
I did not give up
I did not weep
For here I am today, ridiculously alive
In light and not shadows
Alive with an impulse inside
I crave the entire earth
Now a blue quite sky is my cover
And oceans surround my fortress
A poem by Forestgreen
(inspiredbyM)
