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Justifications and Salted Smiles"I don't think I'm holding on any longer
I'm diving in.
I wish that you would see,
there's a magical land at the bottom of the ocean
where waterproof lungs let you be
everything you've dreamed.
You can bury underneath the sand
and not be found-
it's the land that's been promised to me
in late night whispers
and burnt tears
wasted on things that don't matter.

I know it's real,
broken minds can't lie
and I can feel it in my bones-
there's something more.
What other reasons would we live for?

They say you inhale saltwater
and exhale enlightenment.
The waves pour over you
and finally make you clean (pure)
No one knows where y

Radioactive Snowflakes Oh boy, boy, boy
For the last shall be,
and that arctic disposition will melt away in time
written on a hearth rug, read it and then
turn the dial back and tune into Goodbye FM

"Oh boy, boy, boy
Goldilocks should have been clad in HazMat,
bear in mind the Gouda enacts the rat trap"

For the last shall be,
when fractals free fall from the sky
thickening icycle eyes, cementing prisms with time
...and I
measured it all in half-life

Oh boy, boy boy
That arctic disposition will melt away in

Car tout finit un jour... - Because everything... (English version below)

Car tout finit un jour...

Dans tes yeux noirs où se perdent les ombres,
Immergés de spleen et d'ouragans sombres,
Assassine étoile en proie aux vingt ans,
N'oublie ta joie, ton courage d'antan.

Ah que le temps vienne où les fleurs s'égrainent !
Nos rires sous les toits bleus, nos fredaines
Oubliées, resteront à jamais les
Germes d'un été, mort abandonné.

Une lettre commencée, une plume
Egarée. Car dès lors de cette plume
Il faut tirer un trait, comme à l'enclume
Retirer l'épée. Des maux que j'exhume,

Aie confiance en eux

tree, fiddler crabIt took days to hollow out the soft parts
of the trunk, dig out the tree-flesh and sap,
polish the raw wood so that when he sat,
there would be no splinters. He carved his name
into the side, like a blessing, a declaration
of good fortune, and stowed his forest inside.

rootslike drowned men who have lost their
clothes and faces, they lay suspended
facing the sun and grinning without
eyes through the ripples of the water.

those passing by wonder how they got here,
these homeless men without fingers or toes
long spindly stumps twisting into lost roots:

reaching to the east, to the south,
to the homes they have forgotten.

earth circuitAnd when the sun sinks, the earth's skin crawls:

I.
I wonder if this awkward creature would notice me the way I notice him.
He's so tragic at his throne
I stare after him longingly.
And yet,
He never realizes that I'm the one
Who forever basks in his brilliant beams.
If only he knew how much brighter he could burn
[with me]
He'd light up the universe.

II.
I heard him speak of thirst, once.
The quenching lust of the stars had run dry.
So that night, I brought along a jar of acid.
(And how it gleamed in his glow).
I handed it to him, wrapped in taffeta ribbons,
screaming
I wish curdling joy
On my gurgling boy

Cheap fix, 360Unbound structure;
unhinged bones
locked together
with unsymmetrical
unfit screws.

None of these are meant to be here.
They are
cheap and shaven
and the
grooves are rusted.

There is no tool that can pull them out without breaking,
without collapsing
the planned out
unintended construction.

We had the instructions sure
and all the parts
but
in our fumble,
in the exchange of hands
of ALL the people who
intended to help us;

in all the accidents

(and

no one at fault
or
taking fault
for all our faults)

some fell beneath the table
underneath the drawer
into dark unreachable corners
so we worked with what we

They Also Serve Who Only Stand and WaitI don't know when we first went underground. I don't even know if it was one mass exodus, a swarm of mankind trickling through the earth's crust so vehement we carved our own caverns by the force of trampling feet, or whether it was a gradual process, perhaps even a repetitive one, a family here, a neighborhood there. For all I know, the echo of the damp subterranean machine has always reverberated off the cave walls, created long past by the Angels, who think of our well-being even while they shake their heads helplessly at our flaws.

They say that those who remained on the surface were raptured away in a great flash of light, like a millio

Whale Songs of the PacificListen, the girls swallowed by whales are the ones that grow up lucky.

Listen, no one will warn you about the little boys with the magpie eyes and the fists swinging splinters of glass. No one will warn you that their smiles are sweeter than their words are sweeter than their souls are sweeter than their intentions. No one will warn you of the sheer weight of the world.

Listen, sometimes girls are fragile. Sometimes girls are frothy. Sometimes girls let boys nuzzle "I love you"s into their necks and sometimes girls drink the wine of believing them.

Listen, sometimes the boys really are sweet, and little girls' tart puckered mouths can't ta

Holiday TableauCrushed tinsel, sunken
spirits littering
the melancholy
atmosphere of the
holiday after-
glow - It does not shine.

Torn garland, empty
bottles strewn across
abandoned party
rooms, reminiscent
of the previous
night's festivities.

Colorful wrappings,
packaging tape, bags
stuffed with boxes and
tissue paper - trash.
Re-gifted rejects
left behind, thoughtless.

Filled coffee cups the
morning after - warmth
to replace fading
cheer. Resolutions
revised, for the fast
approaching new year.

for unseeing eyesladen with sky
we stumbled
and painted mockingbirds
on loveless branches
folding in our slender limbs
and ducking under our own
voices, fidgety and frail
against the wall of night.

between the dipping blades
and drawn shoulders
we learned to craft our words
steady-soft,
a drumming rain
that carved canyons
in open hearts and
drew the sunshine to
our supping lips.

keen-eyed, we watched
remembering the weight
of unseeing eyes
and scalding remarks
and we learned to slip
the noose-knots and slide
through the soul-cracks
and somehow
build kingdoms under
upturned noses.

with lyrical uncertainty
and tender determinat

The Libra HusbandI.
they can get you
in East Hampton for wearing red shoes
on a Thursday
I don't know whether you knew
that--I mean--do you know
that?
II.
it's very hot in New York City
I like the terrible noise
you hear at night and all these terrible
drilling sounds--I never go to sleep
unless the whole pavement is jumping
outside and it's a hundred degrees
III.
when I go to New York City I see myself
--Where have you been?
--Where have you been?
--Where have you been?
--Where have you been?
this is the revolutionary costume:
I never wear this
in East Hampton.
IV.
I'm not gonna spend another winter
in East Hampton--
in the first place I can't
I just can't
I can't spend another winter
out here in the country
I can't do it
I'm telling you--I can't
I can't get my figure back
unless I hit New York City
V.
any little rat's nest
in New York City
any little mouse hole
any little rat hole
even on Tenth Avenue
I would like better
it's all a question
of who you want to

Under DreadThe winter, the whole winter
is sitting on my head, nesting its fingers
in the little hairs over my ears.
Its friend, the great and unnamed doubt,
is leaning against my collarbone
in a most familiar fashion,
and I fall in and out of balance

irregularly irregularly.

I have a beauty waiting, warm, willing
on speed dial, but the phone--
where did I leave the phone again?
Beauty is as elusive as
the car keys, which, I swear,
were just in that pocket. I

had my hand on them. The whole winter
keeps coursing its little nails
up and down my neck and taking
all my breath away.
There was a dream I had that
I almost remember, almost r

Renew

The pig carcass filled most of the stainless tub where the delivery men had laid it. Freshly slaughtered, but not butchered, it had taken four of them to lift it there. None of them spoke to Rinnovi, only pausing for him to sign for the animal before they left.

On the way to the door, one of the men pointed at the stickers affixed to virtually every item in the house; black typewritten names and addresses on white shipping labels. The leader of the group nudged him and shook his head 'no', before hurrying him out the door.

Rinnovi poured a scotch, and turned on the kitchen vid display, his own visage peering back at him with a smile. He fro

Reversed Singularity? but of time, i do digress
& my intentions have been writ
in sumerian, and dreamt; but

here to live obsolete:
swift swing, precarious pang
with my heart's guiltless intention
--fingernails scratch & fit

your name; tasting still
succulence, feeling still
tyranny of will, being still
drowned cortex-deep, hearing still

--the wisp of a faltered laughter
sheltered & swaying & playing

amongst the dead, the horned
honoured and torn, formed
long and forlorn'd--

oh time, my bittersweet demise
dying is no longer a sacred art
and is sincerity in its purest form
cloaked with fault & artless bourne

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January Verses XIOh, what a sight of beatific delight!
When metronomic hands meet and chime.
To see you wrapped in satin and sunlight,
Shipwrecked in sublime whilst hearts climb.
I’ll follow you as a slave chases freedom.
Tangle myself in gilded tress and dulcet sound.
You belong with a monarch in a crystalline kingdom,
For kings covet you more than adorned crown.
Bless me with mystique, summer smiles.
And with azure eyes, my mind to lure
To distant dwellings like volcanic isles.
Love’s a falcon of faith and you the dove demure.
Darling, am I searching for fortune or fame?
No, I’m only looking to change your last name

January Verses XIt wasn’t a simple diminuendo,
But rather a crashingly beautiful
Halt

When I found you, and you found
My emotion locked in a forgotten
Vault.

Words coagulate in my throat but
With love like a life raft, they are
Caught.

My heart tries to break through
My sternum when you’re in the
Room.

There is a chaotic comfort billowing
Betwixt us like a turning in a mother’s
Womb.

Little Lioness, you have lucidly liberated
Me to elysian horizons from a once-lifeless
Tomb.

January Verses IXWhen I am away from her,
Languor and lassitude
Seize turns, pulsating
In accordance with one
Another, underneath
Murmurous floorboards.

These fragile fears
Shatter like glass
Against a frigid marble
Floor with the inkling
Or presence of her
Scintillating visage.

Though unforgiving winds
Bite my banished skin, I
Smile with her sempiternal
Portrait painted in my
Ever-fluttering heart.

January Verses VIIIEthereal smiles and umbrella skies
Led me like lanterns through our limitless nights.
I was swallowed whole by Pangaea-wide sighs,
Swimming for your heart and its resplendent lights.

I love it when my fingers
Are wrapped in your hair—
Or when your taste lingers
In the ardent air.

When I look to the skies,
When I vanquish my thoughts to galaxies,
I intrepidly imagine your eyes
And fly away (as a phantom) from this r
e
a
l

January Verses VIIThere is an enigma about you,
Like a castle on a cliff built
From weathered, woebegone stone.
Or a star shining for
Me in an empty
Sky, all alone.

[I feel you
In my
Bones.]

January Verses VILet's lie together, so I may indulge you.
Every word lay bare, delightful and true.
To a wintry midnight, I will compare
(Though poise becomes stutter at your stare).
Caliginous whispers tiptoe to my ear to imbue.

Eyes like full moons glisten through
Lissome clouds of pleasant picturesque hues:
Cyanotic blue. She declares, "This night we share.
Let's lie together."

Ice in our marrow, your heart in my view,
With a subzero touch, my wanderings subdue.
Like foxfire and cursed talismans, you ensnare
With your enamored silhouette. I whisper in frostbitten air,
"Let's lie together."

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Sharing Communion Amongst Creation -DFC Day 30

by ~ThomasInTheClouds, Dec 30, 2012, 2:40:48 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

I.
The sun stretches her caressing hands.
Balancing on the horizon, it seems.
Last rays of day scatter across the lands.

As through a glacier, the light gleams
Over meadows and memories past,
Dripping off cardinal's wings into azure streams.

Galloping alongside stallions unsurpassed,
Golden beams falling with prancing leaves
And slipping into cracks of canyons vast.

Shadow wraps around illumination like sleeves.
Billows as smoldering incense in sacred art.
The day has left, has hastened like ghosts and thieves.

Shade stands resolute and rampart.
Rapt with the veiled, vanquished moon.
Hidden in devious clouds, the waves devoid of heart.

Luna moths glow like enchanted rune.
Catatonic branches creak languid and livid.
Stillness will be overtaken soon.

II.
Rapturous applause is thunder; vivid
Echoes shake the stagnant air—
Bludgeoning and blasting what was once timid.

Rhythmic electricity fractures the sky with flare
To maze its way down, pricking Earth.
Stars hide their shine in such dark affair.

Chaos ensues henceforth.
Controlled by frostbitten winds, rain spins
And baptizes this world in forlorn rebirth.

Like Flamenco dancers, grass begins
To bend and curve in one accord.
Volcanic, this gale erupts from within.

Gouging and thrashing as a wicked sword,
Hills are left with scars and laceration.
No life has dared in this raging tempest stirred.

As a blooming carnation,
Fledglings stretch and shake back to life.
Followed by the rest of creation.

III.
As if removing a veil, lilies shed strife—
(Only remnants of the storm lie in puddles of debris.)
Bursting with bluebird harmony of lyre and fife.

Hues of ruby scintillate from apple trees.
Butterflies like careless gypsies dance
Through wind carrying the chorus of millions' jubilee.

Splendor of nature is captured in all but a glance.
Sunflowers turn to greet their coveted sphere
And remain lost in her captivating trance.

Fawns bow in grateful prayer
And in the sequoia kingdom they scurry
Not thinking about there, but relishing here.

Chasing invisible fairies,
Pups bite air and
Found treasures they bury.

Oak giants, across land, are spanned--
In humble communion they stand.

Sharing Communion Amongst Creation -DFC Day 30by ~ThomasInTheClouds

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

…It stormed last night.

I get very intimate when it comes to nature, I'm in love with it.

Anyway, a Terza Rima written for day 30 of #ProjectDFC

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Sharing Communion Amongst Creation -DFC Day 30 by ~ThomasInTheClouds Suggester Writes: The natural imagery in this Terza Rima is just beautifully described and captured within here to describe passion and fantasy. ( Suggested by ~reflectionsinwater and Featured by ^Beccalicious )

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I know nothing about 'Tera Rima' or traditional forms of poetry but this poem is masterly crafted and fluently spoken! Absolutly Beautiful in so many ways! I felt like I was in touch with American Indian's and their land and the environment, that surrounds them.This poem moved me inside. Thank you 'Thomas In The Clouds'

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