There once was a PurpleCrackWhore
Who inspired in me hot amour.
I’ve ne’er even seen her
Nor she, my big wiener:
But her erotic verse I adore!
TennHippie… thanks for making me smile!
I really try to be good but it just isn’t in my nature!
Luggage and light fixtures
Toasters and TVs
Enough of these things can surely make me happy
A humble cog in the great machine of society
OK, I’ll play, this one is called:
Like Water
My love for you is like water
It flows deep, in hidden spaces
And seeks the dark and lonely places
To encourage new life and growth
It is malleable and fluid, able to change
To new courses without hesitation
And its presentation, ever-changing, with
A million different colors to fit its condition
The water comes from the heavens, and is
All-pervading, present in every place and time
The river sings his rhyme, the ocean speaks her mind
And rolling, black rainclouds occasionally come to cry
Do not dismay when it seems to be gone
Deceptive, at times, the water hides
But the changing tides will bring it back
To bring flowers to a new season
So it goes with my love, it will strive on
And in my heart, your presence grows
And the passion flows in boundless waves
That crash over me and wash my fears away
“Teaching without words and work without doing are understood by very few.”
-Tao Te Ching
Okay, so it’s not poetry and it’s not mine, but I like it anyway.
“I loved you. And love for you has not yet burned out of my soul. But don’t let my love cause you distress any more. I don’t wish to bring you grief. I loved you silently, hopelessly, sometimes in joy, sometimes in jealousy. I loved you so sincerely, so tenderly. Ah, may God grant that you be so loved by another.”
Now and Zen
Silence pounds in my ears
I see the nothingness around
And embrace it.
I was seen as nothing
And treated as nothing
Now I know there is truth in nothing.
As I drink it’s desolation in
And allow it to show me the truth
To see the unhealthy attachments
And to let go of the ‘then’
And see the now
And live the now
And want the now
What I saw as good
And desirable then
Was shallow and false.
In the nothingness I can see
That the deep placid waters
Contain more treasure
Than the temultuous rivers
That drew my attentions
With their beautiful
Yet meaningless babblings
And that the prose of it’s motion
Was all a show
To distract me from it’s lack of depth
I dive into the deep pure lake
And feel it’s truth surround me
And I feel myself
Coming home
To what I never should have left
And the nothingness
That now helps me grow
Everybody got their Black and Decker… Blood and Fettuccini everywhere
Folks predict the dreadful woe
Of the year that ends in double-O.
Be it terrorist bombings or computer bugs,
Or streets full of rioters, looters, and thugs;
They see disaster in the coming year
(Whether it’s the “new millennium” isn’t real clear).
But the oddest ones are those who would bet on
The odds that 2000 brings the big Armageddon.
They proselytize this and prophesy that,
And see all the “signs” from right where they’re at.
Good news for the righteous, though their tears well
When they point out that most of us will go straight to Hell.
Yet I get the sense from all that I hear
That love for the Lord isn’t all they hold dear.
I believe there’s hope(just before they go)
That they’ll get the chance to say “Told ya so!”
Another borrowed post
We Did It There
Every time I think I’ve got you figured out
Every time I think I’ve got you in a Chinese Box.
Every time I think I have got you nailed to the cross again…
Every time I think I’ve gotten you everything.
Every time I remember somewhere we have been.
Every time I think that I have reintroduced you to my life…
Every time look I see another place.
When I look at you I see another face.
Every time I feel that I’ve been melted into a pool of blood…
Every time I see a place that we have been.
When I think of you I think of what we did.
Every time I look at you I cannot seem to feel prepared…
Ordinary furniture.
Ordinary room.
Glowing still
Glowing just like you…!
Things will never be the same
at each and every place place we’ve been!
We did it there!
That place will ever be the same!
Did something there where we have been.
There’s cruelty in the memory!
We did it there we did it there!
Every time I see another place where we have been.
It becomes a second temple.
Praying to our sins.
Bright moonshine.
Where’d my dream go?
Love’s all gone.
Where did my lucky star go?
Where’d my girl go?
Love’s all gone.
Had a life.
Life’s gone now.
Where’s that thing go?
We did it like rabbits.
While on fire.
…falling in my arms again.
We hide society from our sins.
We did it there
Every time I see a place that we have been.
When I think of you I think of what we did.
Every time I look at you I cannot seem to feel prepared…
You’re still glowing, yeah…!
We did it there!
That place will ever be the same!
Did something there where we have been.
There’s cruelty in the memory!
We did it there we did it there!
Every time I think I love you,
I remember burning embers.
Makes me dizzy.
Glowing embers.
I remember.
We’re so sweaty.
Altogether I remember!
Jeans undone, sweating face.
I remember I remember.
Moving slow, sweating bullets.
Glowing embers.
I remember…
We’re on fire we’re on fire.
Glowing face and smelly breath.
We did it there
Everybody got their Black and Decker… Blood and Fettuccini everywhere
This is a very important post to a part time lurker. (She knows who she is)
This will mean more to her than to you all but I hope you like it too.
Try to Believe
I wish real hard when I close my eyes
If I could change the world
Would I even try?
Would I find a reason to regain my pride
If I try to believe?
If I had a dream and it got away?
If I found the words would I know what to say?
Would I have the chance to be someone else
If I try to believe?
If I found a door I’ve never been through
Would I have the courage to go in without you?
And if time runs short would I recognize
The things I couldn’t see
If I try to believe?
It’s so hard to find an answer
It’s so hard to stand alone
It’s so hard to find the feelings
That were buried long ago
It’s so hard to trust another
When it’s easier to hide
It’s so hard to believe
Unless we try
Baby try
If we listen to the voices that were silent for so long
If you thought they went away, well you couldn’t be more wrong
If I tell you there is something that we’ve lost but can retrieve
If I tell you there is hope, if we try to believe
You’ll remember there’s a dream that we long since put aside
With the toys that we discarded
And the tears we never cried
We could have had it once again, if we try
Baby try
She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from screen doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open again.