My Poems 5
Posted December 10th, 2011 at 08:23 PM by Anna James
Those are some of the poems from my original blog My Poems that I cut to pieces to make more manageable.
...
Your Turn
Like a lightning tears the night sky in two opening it in the middle
The two halves stark in their roughness and each one isan open riddle
And the sky groans and moans in agony torn- we call it "thunder"-
It rhymes with "under", /and it's properly called that, for it comes from "under"/
Under time and under space - it's under the belly of the Cosmos that itself manifests
In nature - that is nature for all times and spaces - and it's also a race
Between Coming and Ending and Starting and Bending between Me and You
A race in the tube on Life - so you Turn me On like a Lightning and break me in two
You turn me on so with a bang and a struggle and a strike to stake whatever it takes -
So light me a Lightning and break me a Break and strike me a stake- whatever it takes
For the Sky to break - with a Cosmic Break, a twisting and turning and burning Break
This is what makes the circle go round, and nature turn round, in pleasure and ache...
You turn me so on ... You light me a Lightning...You brake me a Brake... You take me a Take...
Again and Again...as the wheel turns on...no rest no pause, breaking in million pieces of Dawn...
Tearing upon itself Time, convulsing Cosmos, Space spasming it Two, Running to...where to...
Thundering Nature knows best - there is no time to rest... that's why the Sky tears in two
Doing a do.
...
Do Me A Solid
Do me a solid, don't do me a favor,
Do me a solid, I'm not a beggar.
Do me a solid - touch me a touch -
But the touch to be real, I want as much.
Do me a solid - rage me a rage,
Show me a true self, don't stage me a stage
Do me a solid - trail me a trail,
Tell me a story, don't sell me a tale.
Do me a solid - show me your face
Don't pose me a mask, or maze me a maze,
Do me a solid - I can take a rake
But for my life I can't take a fake.
So do me a solid - when being with me
Be who you are and who want to be
Do what you want and do it well -
Do me a solid - don't hide in a shell.
Do me a solid - open and wild,
Be catastrophic, climatic, not filed
Do me a solid - untamed and frank
Bursting in colors, and never blank.
Do me a solid - do me a do
Raw in emotion, never subdued
Do me a solid - beam me a beam -
Light and spasmotic, authentic within.
...
I Feel You
I feel you in the falling of the snow
I feel you in the rising dawn, so raw
I feel you in the smacking of the rain
I feel you from inside of my own brain
I feel you in the rushing of the storm
I feel you in the wind and downpour
I feel you in the growing of the grass
I feel you in the crack of broken glass
I feel you as a rush and a attack
I feel you as a crawling on by back
I feel you as a tempest and highjack
I feel you as a being out of whack
I feel you so in that I'm gonna crack
I feel you in me embedded like a tack
I feel you as a spasm and a hack
I feel you as a chasm and ... a lack.
...
I Miss You So That
My hands are melting, dripping in the dark
Being alone and carrying their load
All by themselves, my hands are tired so
And wriggling therefore
To somehow make it by themselves.
It was easier when they didn't expect anything
When my hands were dry like dried up vine
For to have lost what one had have
Is heavy, heavy, hard and heavy lot...
My hands are crying....keep your hair away
Of them...sorrow is contagious
Missing is infectious, absence is creeping...
And snow is covering them all and make it fester
Like a wound of a cursed spear that doesn't close...
Until the Absence disappear.
I miss you so....
...
Butterfly
My heart is beating butterfly on you
Seditious and Delectable, in colors
So Iridescent that the eye gets tired
To follow them along their ups and downs
My heart is beating butterfly on you
With a rhythm ancient as is new
Like a Rebellion makes my blood boil
And steam and turn me so outside in
My heart is beating butterfly on you
And runs like it doesn't know where to
My heart is a bold bird and a open flower
Nesting on you in this forbidden hour
My heart is plane with no place to land
My heart is ship with no quay to stand
My heart is a wild horse with no owner
My heart is resting on your hand a moment
My heart - it never know where to stop
My heart - itself is beating in an untamed gallop
My heart is not a beggar, nor a master,
My hearts on you is trembling, shaking, gasping,
In a thousand and one miniscule spasmings,
One thousand and one ten-second deaths,
One thousand and one times recollects -
That it is laying brazen on your hand -
With the power to stop and start -
Because my hearts is resting now on you
Before it runs again with restlessness imbued ....
My heart is beating butterfly on you.
...
Wasteland
Wasteland, I'm such a Wasteland
My skin is breaking parched from dry heat,
No water, no stream, no sea or a river
Goes in me, on me, nor through my surface waver,
No tears - salt in crystals corrodes my rusty eyes,
And pain in reeking through my baked insides,
No rain, no snow, no dew, no torrent, or a gulp -
So dry the skin is peeling and screaming, so it's stunned
Dry like a bone - so dry the bone itself is flaking,
So moisturless - no saving moisture is in making,
Anhydrous - like a monster that had seen only flame,
Scorched, seared - and the lack of clouds is to blame,
Sunbaked - when sun is turning in a brute,
So arid I am now - when I'm without you.
...
Now
Pin me down with your hands
Have me with your words
As the time is running out -
Have me with your words.
As the night is coming down,
And the day returns,
As the pain is coming up -
Have me with your words.
When I have nothing but response,
And the clock is mute,
And while still the darkness stay -
Have me with your words.
Time again is coming blind -
Have me with your words.
And while the time is sleeping tired -
I will return.
...
Invitation to Know
Take me by the hand - I'll lead you into me
Step by step and crumb by crumb - staring me in
Flash by flash and slash by slash - tear me apart
So that you may recognize one from other part.
Step in me and look around - all along the walls -
There stay and mourn about all forgotten clocks,
All forgotten empty boxes full with memories,
All along the corridors in which my souls sleeps.
Walk in me all up and down in the starry dusk,
While the smoke is itself is smoking, and will not return
Walk in me and find your way in my spiral tunnels -
Where I don't know my way - do you dare turn in?
Run in me, I pull you in, pull you by your hand,
And you tell me can you see them - my forgotten pasts
Can you see them, can you find them, can you bury them,
So I can have only you to begin my day....
Do you dare step in me - in my heart's abyss,
And discover what feeds me and what I can feed,
And discover what powers me and what I can empower -
Step in me, holding my hand - in my living pyre.
...
Draw Me A Picture
Burn me down in colors
Smoke me up with wild hues
With the cobalt of your iris
Blaze me in flames of true blue.
Burn me down in thick lines
Carve my contours in black
Cut the air in slices
And on the ground them crash.
Build me up with wide brushstrokes
Strike me in nuance and shade
Fingerpaint me background
And on it let me lay.
Roll me up, mix me nuances
Bold, undiluted and new
Mark me the furthest horizon
Let me then cut it in two.
...
The Night of Betrayal
Anything happens on the night of betrayal.
He can shoot her, or enter the Devil.
Mountains can topple into handful of dust
The Moon can roll down - pan covered with rust
Rivers can stop and Oceans run dry
Continents split and hot lava cry,
Sandstorms spit out tongues of dry smoke,
All life can perish in awe-blistered shock,
In the pulsating bran chained within
Blood blindly forcing whirpooling stream
Anything happens on the night of betrayal
So you shot me. Now enters the Devil.
...
Lament for a Living Soul
I'm so forbidden to Myself -
My smile, my cry, my feet and hands
Are so forbidden and so numb
That I would think I am so dead,
I'm so forbidden and forbidding
I'm so cold and so unexcepting
That it hurts me - me the most.
That insult in me is sleeping
And my betrayed soul is dripping
Bloody tears on the floor...
My hands dragging on the pavement
Long ago cannot be tender,
And my eyes are blind with woe
Every moment...now...from long ago.
I'm so forbidden to myself
That I don't know where it'll end
The moments that so leave me staring
In the rock that I'm bearing.
Time...it scares me in full
Length of it's eternal gloom
It's eternity I hate
All because I cannot have
This lightness that from you is coming
And that makes me worth becoming.
...
The Prayer of One Blasphemer
I'm writing on a stolen time
On stolen time I breath
On stolen time you didn't loan me
On stolen time I kiss
And for the every stolen moment
Accept my gratitude
For I did take so many more
That what by right I should.
...
Like
Like being caught into a Storm
Which have no roof, nor walls
No warning and no signs
All reluctance is aside
Barriers are blown by far
Like a untamed hurricane
Like a timeless and primeval
Like.
...
Defiance
Defiance is the last shadow of defense -
When all defenses fail
When all is in shambles, all is lost
Into complete derail.
Defiance is the last outcry
That no one will hear -
"Why don;t you shoot me in the eye
And get it over...dear!".
...
Beauty
A thing of beauty -
Be it flower, or drop of dew, or word of love,
Is so fragile, and yet so strong
It takes your heart, but leaves a storm
Behind
When it is gone.
...
60 Seconds
60 seconds on the run
60 seconds slow turn
60 seconds colors roll
60 seconds taking toll
60 seconds going down
60 seconds she does pound
60 seconds stalling roses
60 seconds falling on it
60 seconds slow run
6o seconds taking turns
60 seconds on the rise
60 seconds wild surprise
60 seconds almost painful
60 seconds heavy smelting
60 seconds are in touch
60 seconds very such
60 seconds are unfolding
60 seconds with no talking
60 seconds are on bay
60 seconds in derail
60 seconds to go through
60 seconds to unroll to
60 seconds are in mix
60 seconds play amiss
60 seconds laden shocking
60 seconds are not joking
60 seconds in twist
60 seconds not to miss
60 seconds are in play
60 seconds turned and faced
60 seconds trancing trance
60 seconds dancing dance
...
Turn the Sun Off
Dense matter rests
And tears in half the Sun in my mind
So Dark and Heavy and so Blazing Apart
Like velvet Curtains in a small provincial theater
Apart - like Lips that Just Have to Kiss
And can never come together again
Like the Night that is Fried Will never restore -
Keep the Pieces to remember the Whole.
...
Time Out of Time In
The time is flowing again like a river in spring when
The snow is melting in the mountains and pouring in them
In a outburst of beating water and crystal whipping foam
Breaking the light in thousand pieces, light like only light can be
Hitting urging going on itself fierce and out like you do on me
In a day when the fences are taken down and the air is steamed
And the time is in limbo and sliding in the bended inside of a ring
Sliding on itself like I slide on you...like in March...the air smells of spring.
...
My Dreams
My dreams are full of your hands -
And the clouds
Your hands are trains rolling on my rails
Out of bounds
Your hands are ships floating on my waves
And submarines are are diving in my depths
Your hands are planes taking me in, taking me up
My dreams - full of your hands - are my haven on earth.
...
So Beautiful and Not a Dream
I was dreaming in a dream which I dreamt
That I was sleeping and your eyes on me were spent
Whit such tenderness I've no words to describe
Radiating towards me sweet delight.
I was so overwhelmed by such a bliss
That my eyes were afraid that they will it miss
They slightly opened and I looked and my mind did bent
When I noticed that your eyes on me were spent.
...
Devising Ways To Keep You With Me
I'm wrapping your image around my wrist - with a kiss, a touch, and twist
So I can have you in my day - come what may.
I'm planting you all over in my skin in a thousand seeds of light - within -
So I can have you in my night - dark or bright.
I'm dipping my fingers in you - so with you they are imbued,
So I have you every hour - with the same power.
I'm drinking my eyes on you - so they on you are drunk
So they see you everywhere I look - and in you be sunk.
...
Dark It Is
Dark time is coming in a storm
And flows over my breath -
But not this time and not this space
I would evermore regret,
Not this touch and not this silence
Not this cry and not those words -
I'll not regret you, my very close One
While the Earth still moves.
...
Your Turn
Like a lightning tears the night sky in two opening it in the middle
The two halves stark in their roughness and each one isan open riddle
And the sky groans and moans in agony torn- we call it "thunder"-
It rhymes with "under", /and it's properly called that, for it comes from "under"/
Under time and under space - it's under the belly of the Cosmos that itself manifests
In nature - that is nature for all times and spaces - and it's also a race
Between Coming and Ending and Starting and Bending between Me and You
A race in the tube on Life - so you Turn me On like a Lightning and break me in two
You turn me on so with a bang and a struggle and a strike to stake whatever it takes -
So light me a Lightning and break me a Break and strike me a stake- whatever it takes
For the Sky to break - with a Cosmic Break, a twisting and turning and burning Break
This is what makes the circle go round, and nature turn round, in pleasure and ache...
You turn me so on ... You light me a Lightning...You brake me a Brake... You take me a Take...
Again and Again...as the wheel turns on...no rest no pause, breaking in million pieces of Dawn...
Tearing upon itself Time, convulsing Cosmos, Space spasming it Two, Running to...where to...
Thundering Nature knows best - there is no time to rest... that's why the Sky tears in two
Doing a do.
...
Do Me A Solid
Do me a solid, don't do me a favor,
Do me a solid, I'm not a beggar.
Do me a solid - touch me a touch -
But the touch to be real, I want as much.
Do me a solid - rage me a rage,
Show me a true self, don't stage me a stage
Do me a solid - trail me a trail,
Tell me a story, don't sell me a tale.
Do me a solid - show me your face
Don't pose me a mask, or maze me a maze,
Do me a solid - I can take a rake
But for my life I can't take a fake.
So do me a solid - when being with me
Be who you are and who want to be
Do what you want and do it well -
Do me a solid - don't hide in a shell.
Do me a solid - open and wild,
Be catastrophic, climatic, not filed
Do me a solid - untamed and frank
Bursting in colors, and never blank.
Do me a solid - do me a do
Raw in emotion, never subdued
Do me a solid - beam me a beam -
Light and spasmotic, authentic within.
...
I Feel You
I feel you in the falling of the snow
I feel you in the rising dawn, so raw
I feel you in the smacking of the rain
I feel you from inside of my own brain
I feel you in the rushing of the storm
I feel you in the wind and downpour
I feel you in the growing of the grass
I feel you in the crack of broken glass
I feel you as a rush and a attack
I feel you as a crawling on by back
I feel you as a tempest and highjack
I feel you as a being out of whack
I feel you so in that I'm gonna crack
I feel you in me embedded like a tack
I feel you as a spasm and a hack
I feel you as a chasm and ... a lack.
...
I Miss You So That
My hands are melting, dripping in the dark
Being alone and carrying their load
All by themselves, my hands are tired so
And wriggling therefore
To somehow make it by themselves.
It was easier when they didn't expect anything
When my hands were dry like dried up vine
For to have lost what one had have
Is heavy, heavy, hard and heavy lot...
My hands are crying....keep your hair away
Of them...sorrow is contagious
Missing is infectious, absence is creeping...
And snow is covering them all and make it fester
Like a wound of a cursed spear that doesn't close...
Until the Absence disappear.
I miss you so....
...
Butterfly
My heart is beating butterfly on you
Seditious and Delectable, in colors
So Iridescent that the eye gets tired
To follow them along their ups and downs
My heart is beating butterfly on you
With a rhythm ancient as is new
Like a Rebellion makes my blood boil
And steam and turn me so outside in
My heart is beating butterfly on you
And runs like it doesn't know where to
My heart is a bold bird and a open flower
Nesting on you in this forbidden hour
My heart is plane with no place to land
My heart is ship with no quay to stand
My heart is a wild horse with no owner
My heart is resting on your hand a moment
My heart - it never know where to stop
My heart - itself is beating in an untamed gallop
My heart is not a beggar, nor a master,
My hearts on you is trembling, shaking, gasping,
In a thousand and one miniscule spasmings,
One thousand and one ten-second deaths,
One thousand and one times recollects -
That it is laying brazen on your hand -
With the power to stop and start -
Because my hearts is resting now on you
Before it runs again with restlessness imbued ....
My heart is beating butterfly on you.
...
Wasteland
Wasteland, I'm such a Wasteland
My skin is breaking parched from dry heat,
No water, no stream, no sea or a river
Goes in me, on me, nor through my surface waver,
No tears - salt in crystals corrodes my rusty eyes,
And pain in reeking through my baked insides,
No rain, no snow, no dew, no torrent, or a gulp -
So dry the skin is peeling and screaming, so it's stunned
Dry like a bone - so dry the bone itself is flaking,
So moisturless - no saving moisture is in making,
Anhydrous - like a monster that had seen only flame,
Scorched, seared - and the lack of clouds is to blame,
Sunbaked - when sun is turning in a brute,
So arid I am now - when I'm without you.
...
Now
Pin me down with your hands
Have me with your words
As the time is running out -
Have me with your words.
As the night is coming down,
And the day returns,
As the pain is coming up -
Have me with your words.
When I have nothing but response,
And the clock is mute,
And while still the darkness stay -
Have me with your words.
Time again is coming blind -
Have me with your words.
And while the time is sleeping tired -
I will return.
...
Invitation to Know
Take me by the hand - I'll lead you into me
Step by step and crumb by crumb - staring me in
Flash by flash and slash by slash - tear me apart
So that you may recognize one from other part.
Step in me and look around - all along the walls -
There stay and mourn about all forgotten clocks,
All forgotten empty boxes full with memories,
All along the corridors in which my souls sleeps.
Walk in me all up and down in the starry dusk,
While the smoke is itself is smoking, and will not return
Walk in me and find your way in my spiral tunnels -
Where I don't know my way - do you dare turn in?
Run in me, I pull you in, pull you by your hand,
And you tell me can you see them - my forgotten pasts
Can you see them, can you find them, can you bury them,
So I can have only you to begin my day....
Do you dare step in me - in my heart's abyss,
And discover what feeds me and what I can feed,
And discover what powers me and what I can empower -
Step in me, holding my hand - in my living pyre.
...
Draw Me A Picture
Burn me down in colors
Smoke me up with wild hues
With the cobalt of your iris
Blaze me in flames of true blue.
Burn me down in thick lines
Carve my contours in black
Cut the air in slices
And on the ground them crash.
Build me up with wide brushstrokes
Strike me in nuance and shade
Fingerpaint me background
And on it let me lay.
Roll me up, mix me nuances
Bold, undiluted and new
Mark me the furthest horizon
Let me then cut it in two.
...
The Night of Betrayal
Anything happens on the night of betrayal.
He can shoot her, or enter the Devil.
Mountains can topple into handful of dust
The Moon can roll down - pan covered with rust
Rivers can stop and Oceans run dry
Continents split and hot lava cry,
Sandstorms spit out tongues of dry smoke,
All life can perish in awe-blistered shock,
In the pulsating bran chained within
Blood blindly forcing whirpooling stream
Anything happens on the night of betrayal
So you shot me. Now enters the Devil.
...
Lament for a Living Soul
I'm so forbidden to Myself -
My smile, my cry, my feet and hands
Are so forbidden and so numb
That I would think I am so dead,
I'm so forbidden and forbidding
I'm so cold and so unexcepting
That it hurts me - me the most.
That insult in me is sleeping
And my betrayed soul is dripping
Bloody tears on the floor...
My hands dragging on the pavement
Long ago cannot be tender,
And my eyes are blind with woe
Every moment...now...from long ago.
I'm so forbidden to myself
That I don't know where it'll end
The moments that so leave me staring
In the rock that I'm bearing.
Time...it scares me in full
Length of it's eternal gloom
It's eternity I hate
All because I cannot have
This lightness that from you is coming
And that makes me worth becoming.
...
The Prayer of One Blasphemer
I'm writing on a stolen time
On stolen time I breath
On stolen time you didn't loan me
On stolen time I kiss
And for the every stolen moment
Accept my gratitude
For I did take so many more
That what by right I should.
...
Like
Like being caught into a Storm
Which have no roof, nor walls
No warning and no signs
All reluctance is aside
Barriers are blown by far
Like a untamed hurricane
Like a timeless and primeval
Like.
...
Defiance
Defiance is the last shadow of defense -
When all defenses fail
When all is in shambles, all is lost
Into complete derail.
Defiance is the last outcry
That no one will hear -
"Why don;t you shoot me in the eye
And get it over...dear!".
...
Beauty
A thing of beauty -
Be it flower, or drop of dew, or word of love,
Is so fragile, and yet so strong
It takes your heart, but leaves a storm
Behind
When it is gone.
...
60 Seconds
60 seconds on the run
60 seconds slow turn
60 seconds colors roll
60 seconds taking toll
60 seconds going down
60 seconds she does pound
60 seconds stalling roses
60 seconds falling on it
60 seconds slow run
6o seconds taking turns
60 seconds on the rise
60 seconds wild surprise
60 seconds almost painful
60 seconds heavy smelting
60 seconds are in touch
60 seconds very such
60 seconds are unfolding
60 seconds with no talking
60 seconds are on bay
60 seconds in derail
60 seconds to go through
60 seconds to unroll to
60 seconds are in mix
60 seconds play amiss
60 seconds laden shocking
60 seconds are not joking
60 seconds in twist
60 seconds not to miss
60 seconds are in play
60 seconds turned and faced
60 seconds trancing trance
60 seconds dancing dance
...
Turn the Sun Off
Dense matter rests
And tears in half the Sun in my mind
So Dark and Heavy and so Blazing Apart
Like velvet Curtains in a small provincial theater
Apart - like Lips that Just Have to Kiss
And can never come together again
Like the Night that is Fried Will never restore -
Keep the Pieces to remember the Whole.
...
Time Out of Time In
The time is flowing again like a river in spring when
The snow is melting in the mountains and pouring in them
In a outburst of beating water and crystal whipping foam
Breaking the light in thousand pieces, light like only light can be
Hitting urging going on itself fierce and out like you do on me
In a day when the fences are taken down and the air is steamed
And the time is in limbo and sliding in the bended inside of a ring
Sliding on itself like I slide on you...like in March...the air smells of spring.
...
My Dreams
My dreams are full of your hands -
And the clouds
Your hands are trains rolling on my rails
Out of bounds
Your hands are ships floating on my waves
And submarines are are diving in my depths
Your hands are planes taking me in, taking me up
My dreams - full of your hands - are my haven on earth.
...
So Beautiful and Not a Dream
I was dreaming in a dream which I dreamt
That I was sleeping and your eyes on me were spent
Whit such tenderness I've no words to describe
Radiating towards me sweet delight.
I was so overwhelmed by such a bliss
That my eyes were afraid that they will it miss
They slightly opened and I looked and my mind did bent
When I noticed that your eyes on me were spent.
...
Devising Ways To Keep You With Me
I'm wrapping your image around my wrist - with a kiss, a touch, and twist
So I can have you in my day - come what may.
I'm planting you all over in my skin in a thousand seeds of light - within -
So I can have you in my night - dark or bright.
I'm dipping my fingers in you - so with you they are imbued,
So I have you every hour - with the same power.
I'm drinking my eyes on you - so they on you are drunk
So they see you everywhere I look - and in you be sunk.
...
Dark It Is
Dark time is coming in a storm
And flows over my breath -
But not this time and not this space
I would evermore regret,
Not this touch and not this silence
Not this cry and not those words -
I'll not regret you, my very close One
While the Earth still moves.
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