Friday, October 14, 2011

random thoughts to make a poem.

another endless night
of endless nights.
the only thing that saves is the sweet satisfaction
of sleep.

sleep to dream of my love in the cold cold night.
hold me so i can sleep
so i can forget the day.
so i can be in my mind.

my mind. free from the troubles that set us apart.

the fiery distance.
the smoldering of passion that is oft mistaken
mistaken and misplaced.

use it. use this time.

time and again.

lets sleep to dream. dream of sleep. dream of better days.

wake up to the buzzer.

refreshed for another endless night.

waiting. dreaming. wishing.

then doing.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

dear new love,

please trust.

dear old love,

please trust.

please trust that i will work continually to be worthy of your love.

_me

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‘The tree is here, still, in pure stone’

XVI: From: ‘Las Piedras del Cielo’

The tree is here, still, in pure stone,

in deep evidence, in solid beauty,

layered, through a hundred million years.

Agate, cornelian, gemstone

transmuted the timber and sap

until damp corruptions

fissured the giant’s trunk

fusing a parallel being:

the living leaves

unmade themselves

and when the pillar was overthrown

fire in the forest, blaze of the dust-cloud,

celestial ashes mantled it round,

until time, and the lava, created

this gift, of translucent stone.



‘In the wave-strike over unquiet stones’

IX From: ‘Cien sonetos de amor’


In the wave-strike over unquiet stones

the brightness bursts and bears the rose

and the ring of water contracts to a cluster

to one drop of azure brine that falls.

O magnolia radiance breaking in spume,

magnetic voyager whose death flowers

and returns, eternal, to being and nothingness:

shattered brine, dazzling leap of the ocean.

Merged, you and I, my love, seal the silence

while the sea destroys its continual forms,

collapses its turrets of wildness and whiteness,

because in the weft of those unseen garments

of headlong water, and perpetual sand,

we bear the sole, relentless tenderness.



- Pablo Neruda

Saturday, October 1, 2011

easy


im fucking loyal.
but im also so damn easy.
i can be easy for you.
loyal too.
you can be hard on me.


i want you to.