Nomenclature (poem)

This is a poem I wrote Jan. 13th, 2015 at 10:43 am Hawaiian time. I just refound it.

Nomenclature

In your abbreviated goodbye

I see it all very clear

The second you know you can affect me

Is the same as when you disappear.

You talk big story, say you want me to be raw and real,

How did I know when I tried

It would turn in to a raw deal?

But no matter,

rebuilding skin is second nature,

And I hate to say it, but it’s all nomenclature.

What you say I am and what you see

It’s just the version you attached to me.

 

I thought maybe you were different

Could see through to the other side.

But somehow I’m always just a symbol

And all I’ve got to keep is my pride.

 

Yes, I know I got a chest full of lions,

That no man has ever tamed

Not sure why I keep trying  to think all men aren’t the same.

So I lock up the cage again,

Walk around pretty untouchable me

Going into the jungle again to let me roam free

Maybe this was just the way my life was meant to be.

 

But when you caught my eye it felt more than fleeting

Sound disappeared in eye smiles meeting.

The way my heart felt, like it never felt before.

Each time I found you at the threshold of my door.

 

Now I wonder was it all a dream

Can anything ever be as good as how we seemed?

Cause it was give and take

and tea and cookies

The middle of the night and the sunrise

It was the running river and the stars above

I don’t want to wonder what happened to our love

Because life is beautiful and life is free

And that’s how I want to

Remember you and you me.

 

Why does it scare me to see your fallibility?

The trees lose their leaves,

The river gets muddy

And I never worry

Cause I know they’ll come around again

Grow again and clear.

170216 Magnetic Poetry

Internal gifts of moments
stretch through you
from time to forever
to never again.

I will also write out my refrigerator poetry by the pictures, since sometimes I can’t find all the words I want to use.  To learn more about the beginning of this process for me visit the first of my magnetic poetry posts.  For more poetry posts visit Poetry under the Projects tab of this site.

This first one encompasses the first four pictures so I will transcribe it here:

Internal gifts of moments

stretch through you

from time to forever

to never again.

And every minute is a deposit,

a correspondence,

an order to rebel against the faithless swarm

who are beaten and lost.

You are the one

who can remind them

that power lives in moments,

real and imagined.

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This next poem had a few different endings and includes the next three pictures:

vanish

and

appear

amid the stars

in the midnight sky

nearby.

flood me

with the right

soft

search

light

that i may see

my

destiny.

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and the last one for this round is simple:

ask the absurd

supply the response

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170203 fridge poetry

create anything. art is in the image of everything.

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create anything. art is in the image of everything.

img_6504life inserted choices around her.

running

by

passing

machines.

always let the stemware go missing.

always may the kids run free.

come, as wine, with me.

alike,

not by the letter,

but

better. 😉

170202 my Magnetic Poetry

Tangled in this skin, I break the center and mend destiny, until my way is silent and strong as whole healing light.

To learn more about the start of this project visit Magnetic Poetry Creations post.  Today I cut up some new magnets I made and added some more old ones I made to the fridge.  I want to test and see if I can create worthwhile poetry anytime or if there’s a certain mood I need to be in.  I like a few of the pieces I created here, but still too soon to tell.  Again I will transcribe below each photo. img_6476

Tangled in this skin

I break the center and mend destiny

until my way is silent and strong as whole healing light.

 

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life inserted choices around her

 

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Just whisper the last full words

Terminal tradition,

living with death,

rejoice against disease,

a thing unto itself.

For all roots date back to a chance existence (other word choice for existence=beginning)

Complicated and pure,

in pleasure and repose.

 

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enough said.

 

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clear.

 

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Do you earn life?

Walking ions innovating instantly.

 

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Decisions must pay for their distinct shadows.

 

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can our will be better?

 

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Power calls every knife to action.

 

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Embrace wise, gentle contradiction

 

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People are for being.