May 2013
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When I lost my head
On that quiet morning
As the Sun walked in like a thief
I found my heart
Knocking love Morse code
Against my chest
Trying to locate you
So I locked Time to a stand still
Until our lips found each other.
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Nous sommes des tempêtes célestes
Prêts à bouleverser les coeurs de pierre
Qui règnent en maîtres sur nos vies
Et à abattre les voiles de vanité
Qui nous refusent de se regarder en face
Nous sommes des ouragans d’amour
Prêts à saigner pour tout ce qui a faim
Et soif d’une main chaleureuse
Quand les vents de l’indifférence
Gèlent les cœurs
Nous sommes petits de taille...
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L'abri de rien: Mon odyssée d'Alain →
labriderien:
Flaque où l’arc-en-ciel roule avec le carburant
Jour de pluie épinglant le ciel inconnu à l’asphalte
Tu es venu
Rayon qui perce le parking et fumet des popotes à grand’mère
Ma chanson de variétés mon immortel moment
Saisir ma main à la pleine lune
Fragmentée sur la peau de mer
Tout ce que j’aime dans un poème s’y trouve: du rythme et des surprises!
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I had this burning question on my lips
but she stole it with a kiss
before I had a chance to sit down
and examine the question
and now I roam the Earths
misery dragging at my feet
to be once again that burning bush in the desert.
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I am a silent roar tonight
my vibrations ring every mocel of Earth
The desires I carry rock universes
My name is made of silent vowels
and the sky turns red
with my every mood swing
but I am fragile like a rain drop
whenever I meet your eyes
and the folly of love turns me inside out
making me beg for an encore
another scent of you
to birth lives all around us
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The frontiers of my existence turn blurry
Whenever your words rock my core
Leaving me breathless and wanting
For another seismic encounter.
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The beautiful isn’t peaceful
The beautiful isn’t peaceful
It is a calm sea
With raging storms underneath
Licking the surface of the waters
The beautiful is symmetrical
Alien in its normality
Worldly in its vanity
While turning lies into truths
The beautiful is a song
An ensemble made of odd parts
That rises out of you
But dies on the lips.
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Peek a boo
The brown shoe box in the closet
Contained fragmented pictures of ghosts
They snickered
every time a human breather walked by
hands reached and then retreated from it
sometimes feet stood there like queen’s guards.
The Sun also liked to peek a boo once in awhile
While the shoebox slept an ageless sleep
Spiders, ants, flying and crawling things
Have sent their special envoys without...
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Pantoum
C’est tout simplement un malentendu
Une fâcheuse tournure des tempéraments
Et nous sommes allés jusqu’au bout
Départ : jeux de mots. Arrive : mâchoires grinçantes
Une fâcheuse tournure des tempéraments
Beaucoup de fumée pour un brin de feu
Départ : jeux de mots. Arrive : mâchoires grinçantes
Nous étions des combustibles a faible pression
Beaucoup de fumée pour un...
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“Let a six-year-old girl with brown hair need thousands of dollars for an...”
– Thomas Schelling
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I can’t seem to wash the acid aftertaste that you are
And yet you are the excrement that nourish my roots
I didn’t know something so dry could linger for so long
Now only the Jordan River could purify me
From the pollution that you are.
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lessons-in-morbidity:
he wanted to put his fingers inside of me but I am no puppet— i am a woman that will not love unless consumed entirely as colliding planets do— violently, without the skies to watch.
I am no moon, craters I may have and I may conform to rain but I will never bear the thought of what I’d do to one if caught between these stringed fingers.
he wanted to fuck me, too like...
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Auto destruction manual
Once food enters the body
It brings with it the necessary ingredients
For the bio bacteria in the gut
To sustain life and bring death
Until this star has run its course.
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“J’ai changé votre or en plaisirs, vos préceptes en fantaisie,ma chasteté...”
– Le retour de l’enfant prodigue par André Gide
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To vacillate
We were walking down a prairie
Trespassing on an old lady’s territory
Our loud arguments disrupting nature’s harmony
And our minds still infused
With shopping list
Sexual frustrations
Family shenanigans
The crumbs of modernity choking our lives
The bubble was going to burst
Just as a breath of roses and jasmine
Took the cloak of fatigue off me
Oiled my joints
And left with graceful...
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ITCH
From WILL ALEXANDER “ Human Nerve…”
To live unashamed
At the fringes of reality
Bordering insanity
Not as a mentally disturbed
Or a clinically deranged
But as a mystic
As the whisper of the wind before rain
As the last gasp of energy before being swallowed by the void
Yes
As holy smokes itch the Divine nose
Being preliminary
Being the cherry on top of the cake
I am thinking of lives...
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Names
A name is a distance between one heart and another
A name, a proper one must be licked properly
You have three names:
One to brush the hairs on your skin
Another to tug your heart
And one to put you on a leash
Some names are so sweet they melt
On your tongue and light you up
Head to toes
Some names are so sour they make
You question existence.
A name is a fallen soldier with no tag
Like a...
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A Ma Mere
Author: Camara Laye
Black woman, African woman, O my mother I think of you … Daman O, O my mother, you who carried me on the back, you who fed me, You who govern my first steps, you who first opened my eyes the wonders of the earth, I think of you … Woman in the fields, rivers woman, wife of the great river, O thou, my mother, I think of you … Daman O thou, O my...
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Sun Drenched
The sun soiled children bathe under the sun
They gather sun rays under their arms
And let their shiny smiles swell their baby cheeks
They grab the stars in their tiny hands
And hide them under the sea before the sun comes up
When they sing, the wind blows and the trees dance
The sun soiled children sleep under the moon
They draw rainbows in the sky with confidence
And talk seasons...
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lessons-in-morbidity:
i once convinced the moon to carry my evening for me though she failed to mount behind mountains too tall to pardon God for the misgivings of short seasons— oh, but do not ask the clergy of stars what it is that I, a martyr for red doves, would do in absence of faith.
beautiful and metaemotional
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Birthday
BIRTH
I came out roaring
Screaming, clutching for dear life
The Earth, indifferent, resumed rotation
While I clawed for nourishment
And the warmth I left behind
But then I heard her melody
Then felt her warmth
I was home in her arms
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Growth is purely accidental
You outgrow your shoes
Your shirts, your pants even your shadow
But ears don’t outgrow the head
And parents can...
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It’s my birthday and like most of them they drive me to think morbidly.
Yes I’m grateful for my life, and it’s work to stay grateful but I try.
I hate and love myself for some of my choices, but when it’s all said and done, I wake up everyday to pick up where I left off.
This year I’m planning a life changing decision and there are times I wonder if it’s...
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W. W. Norton: May The Fourth Sonnet Be With You →
wwnorton:
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thyself thy beauty’s legacy? Nature’s bequest gives nothing but doth lend, And being frank she lends to those are free. Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse The bounteous largess given thee to give? Profitless usurer, why dost thou…
yes why?
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At work, I don’t exist. I am a badge with arms and legs that gets called here and there. Sometimes the customer ventures into my personal bubble:
“Who are you?”
“Where are you from?”
so I wear my business smile and answers business like the land that birthed me and whether they are satisfied or not, I move on with the next task while their minds try to wrap...
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“Riding bikes everywhere? Using recyclable diapers? Carpooling? We’ve been doing...”
– My uncle, upon learning about America’s “new Green Movement”. Obviously, he’s not impressed. (via eastafrodite)
yes uncle!
(via addistwaalem)
Il faut même dire tonton. (via storyofalioness)
and there’s that simple fact that one American uses enough water for an entire family of these...
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April 2013
52 posts
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My eyelids have gained weight.
My heart drums fast against my chest.
My tongue lies dead in my mouth.
I despise living.
The sun can’t crack through dusty windows.
The sofa smells like urine of some dead animal.
The wind comes and goes like it owns the place.
There’s not much to talk about.
My thoughts sound like pigs at the butcher.
My feelings are open wounds sprinkled with salt.
My memories...
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clembell asked: In your poem 'Dragon tickled to merriment' I love the phrase 'lukewarm life' it is so lulling and soft and sort of gentle but has a sort of undercurrent.. I don't really know but i really like the poem as a whole too.
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Dragon tickled to merriment
Rain tapped gently at the windows
Etienne was out in the world
Miriam was between this sea and the next
Testing the waters she says
Mater searched for the North star
Her palm extended covering up the moon
While I stand in my growling river
Deeply shaken with every running current
A bonsai tree breathing under water
Tickles a dragon to merriment
Loose fragments of...
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Our toes tickled the Earth
Our faces looked like a child’s sandbox
They strained under the weight of the world they carried
Every line carried a story
Every line contained a capsule of scents
Those sweets and sour yesterdays
We were too busy to revisit
Our hands had impetuous rivers for veins
They listened carefully for the pulse of things
With open palms ready to be nailed at every cross
That...
