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Sep. 28th, 2011


and your october dreaming

(this is incomplete)

we are making a full body like wine
you never used to drink
and I can make a sermon of your eyes.

we have taken down the miles on trains,
chatting toothless voices
in my head, I have learned to leave behind,

faded blister of the hour and trust we lost.
shored up with lego bricks:
what we admit when brushing palm to palm,

soft focus hearts are more than side by side.
our time still slipping
just off sync, so I try to catch your eyes,

spider web you, how I read you long ago.
now are different pages,
ending awaiting, all the phrases psalmed,

arching over. for you crazy that English
singer said I'm tired,
in truth it was her fear telling lies.

conkers on apartment carpet, all the stains
of what is falling,
dusk descending, who knows what we'll find.

that playground tree our oldtime kisses haunt
it frames your every line,
and warmth of years gone brings the dawn skies.
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Jul. 7th, 2011


Favourite Keane Songs

Thought I may as well try and make a list and some explanations.

Behind the cut = my 10 favourite Keane songs and my 3 favourite B-sides.

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May. 16th, 2011


e e cummings genius

dive for dreams

dive for dreams
or a slogan may topple you
(trees are their roots
and wind is wind)
trust your heart
if the seas catch fire
(and live by love
though the stars walk backward)
honour the past
but welcome the future
(and dance your death
away at the wedding)
never mind a world
with its villains or heroes
(for good likes girls
and tomorrow and the earth)
in spite of everything
which breathes and moves, since Doom
(with white longest hands
neating each crease)
will smooth entirely our minds
-before leaving my room
i turn, and (stooping
through the morning) kiss
this pillow, dear
where our heads lived and were.

silently if, out of not knowable
night's utmost nothing,wanders a little guess
(only which is this world)more my life does
not leap than with the mystery your smile
sings or if(spiralling as luminous
they climb oblivion)voices who are dreams,
less into heaven certainly earth swims
than each my deeper death becomes your kiss
losing through you what seemed myself,i find
selves unimaginably mine;beyond
sorrow's own joys and hoping's very fears
yours is the light by which my spirit's born:
yours is the darkness of my soul's return
-you are my sun,my moon,and all my stars

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Said she, I am your rock,
I am your bosomed cave
Here you can rest.
Said he, I am the breath,
I am the everpresent wind,
My touch is near.
Said they, I am the cry,
I am the end of pain,
Hold me in your suffering.
Said I, I will not hear,
I will not be woo-ed,
My life is built in doubt.

Said we, I am your salve,
I am treatment for your bruise
You will ache no more.
Said it, I am the tune,
I am the hymning of praises
See how you sing.
Said you, I am your pit,
I am the darkened well
Fly free and fall.
Said I, my back is bent,
I have walked too long,
I am too tired for grace.

Said God, I am your strength,
I am the voice beside your heart,
Hear me and you will live.
Said I, if that is true,
If if, and why, then

Apr. 13th, 2011


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Failing hardcore on the two memes, so I am just going to be a bit lax on it. I am suspending the one on brilliant female characters for now.

Here is a poem:

We know these things
and yet and yet
the world still groans
what we beget,
what once was sword
stains more with blood
the bullets rain
from bombs as flood,
we know to kill
it darks our soul
and keeps our love
from being whole,
but however else
we cry in cries
to flee torment
our good faith dies,
lesser, lesser
we will go down
always by gun
always by crown,
forsake evil
we all agree
but tell that to
the military,
that we prop up
in fear and need
to keep secure
our hidden greed,
to preach is good
but what the news
poor and poorer
those we abuse,
how to instead
melt every line
that keeps us from
the true divine,
the cleaving trust
and righteous life,
gone is envy
and gone is strife,
we know these things
and yet and yet
we hate to shun
what we beget.

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Apr. 1st, 2011


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It's that time again!
POETRY MONTH (in America) has begun. I will be attempting (as per usual) to make my own, improv poems all month long.

Day One-

like slipped stitches keep the line
of life from reaching full perfection,
with bettering and being holding hands.
are cuts of fluids like blood or tears,
where something of the soul is lost,
in the way of action.
says that cracks are where the light
shows through, only can you see it
if you know the fault as well.
in the fullest sense is what remains
when wrong has fled the box, and you
are able to lift it again.

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Apartment Living

So those despotic loves have become known to you,
rubbing cold hands up your thighs, leaving oily trails,
whispering, Just how you like it, right?
Upstairs the sorority girls are playing charades
again, smoking cigarettes, wearing shifts, burning
pain into their synapses.
Life is a needle. And now it pricks you:
the silver light in which you realize
your attempts at decadence
tire the earth and tire you. The etymology
of “flag” as in “to signal to stop”
is unknown. It is time to sit and watch. Don’t
call that one again, he’s pitiless in his self-certainty.
You used to be so.
You laid your black dress on the bed.
You stepped in your heels over sidewalk cracks.
You licked mint and sugar from the cocktail mixer,
singing nonsense songs,
and the strangers, they sang along.
- Megan O'Rourke

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