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~ Poetry - misc. ~
[various poetry and prose].

Moon

List:

Body & Soul
Heart & Mind
How different are we ?
For Love
A Dream
A Dream Within a Dream
From Childhood's Hour
She walks in beauty
O Bird of Light
Who am i?
One
Would Not Come
Unsent
So Pure
Joining You
Heart of the House
Your Congratulations

Body & Soul
JBL

I reach arms outstretched to Heaven,
But where is Heaven ?
Is it high, or is it low ?
I don’t know.

Heaven is within,
Love is within,
Hell is within.
To understand I must look inside.

And mother Earth,
she still rotates,
And leads us all,
through time and space.

Life cycle protect us,
but forsake me,
I still love thee, even when my body dies,
Because I know my soul is eternal,
And yearn to be free eternal.

Heart & Mind
JBL

My mind confused, my Heart so clear,
Where am I ? Who knows I’m here.

I make no sense of this pretence,
It is all that I feel, I cannot pretend,
Without you I am nothing.

I open my arms, my Heart enthused,
My brain is lost and so confused,
I cannot think of any other.

Heart lead me because you are true,
and do not lie, my solar pulse.

I reach to touch and hold you close,
With you near, dissuade my fears,
Of loneliness and darkness depths,
Convince my head that all is best !

How different are we ?
JBL

How different are we ?
We are like Chalk and Cheese,
Like the Wind and the Rain,

But like the Sea and the Sky
We meet and touch.

We will always be different,
Separate, apart,

Yet but for the mutual respect
and our love for each other.

For Love
JBL

If I could be a thousand times,
Much wiser, clever I could find,
Maybe an answer to this love inside,
That holds my soul close to your side,

But do I really need to know the reason,
For love alone is all I need to feed on,
And should I care why lovers be,
When all I need is you with me,

And with our arms and hearts entwined,
The stars will know the answers why,
For they have watched a million years,
Of broken hearts and lovers tears,

And the moon it smiles at lovers joy,
And cries for hearts that never join,
Bless the world while love is sweet,
My heart is yours, my soul to keep.

A Dream
Edgar Allan Poe

In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.

Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?

That holy dream- that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.

What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?

A Dream Within a Dream
Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

From Childhood's Hour
Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.

From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.

Then "in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life" was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent or the fountain,
From the red cliff or the mountain,

From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,

From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

She walks in beauty
George Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

O Bird of Light
Sri Chinmoy

One thought, one tune, one resonance-
Who calls me ever and anon?
I know not where I am.
I know not whither I shall go.
In dark amnesia,
Myself I buy, myself I sell.
All I break, again all I build.
All I hope to be mine, mine alone.
Alas, my heart is eclipsed
By dark and wild destruction night.

O Bird of Light, O Bird of Light,
With your glowing and flowing flames
Do enter into my heart once again.
You are calling me to climb up
And fly into the blue.
But how can I?
My heart is in prison,
In the strangled breath of a tiny room.
O Bird of Light, O Bird of Light,
O Bird of Light Supreme.
In me, I pray, keep not an iota of gloom.

Who am i?
JBL

~ I am the self created,
~ I am the self realised.
~ I am the self divine.

~ I am the self awareness,
~ I am the self attentive,
~ I am the self receptive.

~ I am the self potential,
~ I am the self embodied,
~ I am the self mirror.

~ I am the self frustration,
~ I am the self understanding,
~ I am the self compassion.

~ I am the self elation,
~ I am the self sadness,
~ I am the self forgiveness.

~ I am the self captain,
~ I am the self navigator,
~ I am the self vessel.

~ I am the self denial,
~ I am the self tranquil,
~ I am the self master.

One

I am the biggest hypocrite
I've been undeniably jealous
I have been loud and pretentious
I have been utterly threatened
I've gotten candy for my self-interest
the sexy treadmill capitalist
heaven forbid i be criticized
heaven forbid i be ignored

i have abused my power forgive me
you mean we actually are all one

one one one one one one one

i've been out of reach and separatist
heaven forbid average (whatever average means)
i have been compensated for my days of powerlessness

i have abused my so-called power forgive me
you mean we actually are all one

one one one one one one one

did you just call her amazing?
surely we both can't be amazing!
and give up my hard earned status
as fabulous freak of nature?

I have abused my power forgive me
you mean we actually are all one

one one one one one one one

always looked good on paper
sounded good in theory

Would Not Come

if I make a lot of tinsel then people will want to
if I am hardened no fear of further abandonment
if I am famous then maybe i'll feel good in this skin
if I am cultured my words will somehow garner respect
i would throw a party still it would not come
i would bike run swim and still it would not come
i'd go traveling and still it would not come
I would starve myself and still it would not come
if I am masculine I will be taken more seriously
if I take a break it would make me irresponsible
if i'm elusive I will surely be sought after often
if I need assistance then I must be incapable

i'd be filthy rich and still it would not come
I would seduce them and still it would not come
I would drink vodka and still it would not come
i'd have an orgasm and still it wouldn't come

if I accumulate knowledge i'll be impenetrable
if I am aloof no one will know when they strike a nerve
if I keep my mouth shut the boat will not have to be rocked
if I am vulnerable I will be trampled upon

i would go shopping and still it would not come
i'd leave the country and still it would not come
i would scream and rebel still it would not come
i would stuff my face and still it would not come

i'd be productive and still it would not come
i'd be celebrated still it would not come
i'd the the hero and still it would not come
i'd renunciate and still it would not come

Unsent

dear Matthew I like you a lot
I realize you're in a relationship with someone right now
and I respect that
I would like you to know that if you're ever single in the future
and you want to come visit me in california
I would be open to spending time with you and finding out how old
you were when you wrote your first song

dear Jonathan I liked you too much
I used to be attracted to boys who would lie to me
and think solely about themselves and
you were plenty self-destructive for my taste at the time
I used to say the more tragic the better
the truth is whenever I think of the early 90's your face comes up
with a vengeance like it was yesterday

dear Terrance I love you muchly
you've been nothing but open hearted and emotionally available and supportive
and nurturing and consummately there for me
I kept drawing you in and pushing you away
I remember how beautiful it was to fall asleep on your couch
and cry in front of you for the first time
you were the best platform from which to jump beyond myself
what was wrong with me

dear Marcus you rocked my world
you had a charismatic way about you with the women
and you got me seriously thinking about spirituality
and you wouldn't let me get away with kicking my own ass
but I could never really feel relaxed and looked out for around you though
and that stopped us from going any further than we did
and it's kinda too bad because we could've had much more fun

dear Lou we learned so much
I realize we won't be able to talk for some time
and I understand that as I do you
the long distance thing was the hardest and we did as well as we could
we were together during a very tumultuous time in our lives
I will always have your back and be curious about you
and about your career your whereabouts

So Pure

you from new york you are so relevant
you reduce me to cosmic tears
luminous more so than most anyone
unapologetically alive knot in my stomach
and lump in my throat

I love you when you dance when you freestyle in trance
so pure such an expression
supposed former infatuation junkie
I sink three pointers and you wax poetically
I love you when you dance when you freestyle in trance
so pure such an expression

let's grease the wheel over tea
let's discuss things in confidence
let's be outspoken let's be ridiculous
let's solve the world's problems
I love you when you dance when you freestyle in trance
so pure such an expression

Joining You

dear dar(lin') your mom (my friend) left a message on my machine she was frantic
saying you were talking crazy that you wanted to do away with yourself
I guess she thought i'd be a perfect resort because we've had
this inexplicable connection since our youth and
yes they're in shock they are panicked you and your chronic them and their drama
you this embarrassment us in the middle of this delusion

if we were our bodies
if we were our futures
if we were our defenses i'd be joining you
if we were our culture
if we were our leaders
if we were our denials i'd be joining you

I remember vividly a day years ago we were camping you knew more than you thought you should know
you said "I don't want ever to be brainwashed" and you were mindboggling you were intense
you were uncomfortable in your own skin you were thirsty but mostly you were beautiful

if we were our nametags
if we were our rejections
if we were our outcomes i'd be joining you
if we were our indignities
if we were our successes
if we were our emotions i'd be joining you

you and i we're like four year olds we want to know why and how come about everything
we want to reveal ourselves at will and speak out minds and never talk small and be intuitive
and question mightily and find god my tortured beacon
we need to find like-minded companions
if we were their condemnations

if we were their projections
if we were our paranoias i'd be joining you
if we were our incomes
if we were our obsessions
if we were our afflictions i'd be joining you
we need reflection we need a really good memory feel free to call me a little more often

Heart of the House

you are the original template
you are the original exemplary
how seen were you actually?
how revered were you (honestly) at the time?
why pleased with your low maintenance?
you loved us more than we could've love you back
where was your ally your partner in feminine crime?

oh mother who's your buddy
oh mother who's got your back
the heart of the house
the heart of the house
all hail the goddess!
you were "good ol'"
you were "count on 'er 'till four am"

you saw me run from the house
in the snow melodramatically
oh mother who's your sister?
oh mother who's your friend?
the heart of the house
the heart of the house
all hail the goddess!

we left the men and we went for a walk in the gatineaus
and talked like women to women would
womyn to womyn would "where did you get that from?
must've been your father your dad"
I got it from you I got it from you
do you see yourself in my gypsy garage sale ways?
in my fits of laughter?
in my tinkerbell tendencies?
in my lack of color coordination?

Your Congratulations

I wouldn't have compromised as much
so much of myself for fear of
having you hating me
I would've sung so loudly
it would've cracked myself!
I became self-conscious
of anything exuberant
I wouldn't have sold myself short
I wouldn't have kept my eyes
glued to the ground
if I hadn't known my invisibility
would not make a difference
I would've run around screaming proudly
at the top of my voice
I wouldn't have said it was in fact luck
i'm talking idealism here
I would not have been so self deprecating
I wouldn't have cowered
for fear of having my eyes cut my comfort off
I wouldn't have feigned needlessness
I would not have discredited
every one of their compliments
it was your approval I wanted
your congratulations