My Poems
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Topic: My Poems
Posted By: Don Quixote
Subject: My Poems
Date Posted: 28-Aug-2011 at 20:22
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Meet me where the river kiss the sea In the hour when the sun hugs the waves Meet me for the last time, my black bird My beautiful black bird that carry my freedom away Meet me so I can kiss your wings good bye And hold your heart in my palms for the last time My black bird with feet swarthy from dancing on live coals With salt-encrusted skin and belly button full with hot sand My blackbird with grass blades stamped on your back Fly blackbird, my soul fly behind the horizon The horizon that encloses the domesticated people With homes and cars and loans and sweated T-shirts Fly away blackbird, my soul, carry my kiss away DQ |
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Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 29-Aug-2011 at 18:53
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The Confession of One Swimmer The River is so accepting - A Lover who never says "No" She'll take you in her embraces For an Eternal Go. She'll slide her gentle fingers Along your knotty spine And cool your sizzling surface In her generous balm. She'll turn you, and swirl you and suck you Into her centerless flow Until you lose your bearings And she would never let go. The River is ever so honest She'll never feel remorse Neither that she accepted you Nor that you had to go. She'll never complain that she gave you What's up to her nature to give And will be caressing your toes Whenever you have to leave. The river is so dead serious To love her is not a game But she is so unpretentious That puts us all to shame. let me embrace the River As old Lover would Let me make love to the River One time beyond what I should. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 03-Sep-2011 at 00:22
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Pledge I pledge to kiss and kiss ans kiss, Until my lips are torn, Until my face rots and turns In a mask of skeleton. I pledge to touch and touch and touch, Until my hands are gone Until my fingers drop as bones, On the time-eaten floor. I pledge to take and give and thrust, Until my body dies, And then the bones will go clanking In lively Totentanz. And I don't care left or right, I'm pledging to the Run And if I stop, I pledge to bite The barrel of my Gun. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 03-Sep-2011 at 13:24
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Thank you, Dragon! My Most Irreverent I rebel against the rot And the death of dreams Up to the end of cosmic time And all eternities. And I will be angry still When all this is gone And I'm rotting in my grave Under a speechless Stone. And I will never wax acceptant Of Life's relentless toll Even when my Life is Goner And the Riper rolls. Even when it all is over - Flesh and bone and dust Anger will be haunting over The place I used to rust. And to all that is against me And against all odds I will be laughing mutely In my Rebel song. After all the bad and worse Taken all in stride All the Universe can kiss My long-decayed backside. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 07-Sep-2011 at 22:40
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Falling Falling with an awesome power Like a Body from the Tower Like a Convict from a Gallows And a Plane without Powers Like a Rock into a Chasm Like a Muscle into Spasm Like a Drunk into Blackout Politician into Clout Like Hail, Thunder, like a Peach From a branch no one could Reach Falling like Waterfall Like Lucifer in his Fall Like a Coffin in a Grave Like a Sword onto the Brave Like a Curtain on a Stage Like an Insult in a Rage Like a ghost's Curse in a Tomb Like a Doomed into his Doom Like I'm Falling in on you I'm so Falling hard for you. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 11-Sep-2011 at 18:43
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Evening I enter the shade of Evening Her shawl of welcoming breeze Her hands are taking me in Her time is now to begin. And I see how there stand out The figures of all fading past And all the possible tomorrows Staring at me at last. The Evening is so heavy Like a woman in trance With all vibrating futures With all half-buried pasts, She is the worse of all pregnancies In which the pasts still thrives, In which the future is shapeless... ...Evening so long lasts She is dangerous like Gunpowder, And merciless like a Stone... If I survive Evening I should be fit for Dawn. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 16-Sep-2011 at 13:57
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Time Time can mean the tightest Closeness When the hours turn When the curtains are fallen down When acting is done When only naked souls touch When the masks are burned When inside out one is turned Outside in is sucked In some timeless whirlwind In some waterfall When the fears are deleted And the past is gone. Time can mean the widest Chasm Between the Runs When the time so slows down Than the minutes burn When the hours turn in days Seconds in weeks When one feels that there is Eternity one miss When the masks are all in place - And the act goes on Show must go - and so have one Tears himself apart With the sharpest, longest, hardest Hardest Teeth of all - The Imprisonment of one's Most in-secret soul. Time ..... a Monster and a God, Jailer, Angel, Saint, Torquemada-worse-of-all Heavy is your chain. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 17-Sep-2011 at 14:42
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Homeless Home From colored shells and broken glass From pages of an old atlas From round pebbles and water spree Make Place for me. From the seconds corner-sliced From the mute time of the night From the distance between two and three Make Time for me. From the dimple of your chin From the thin space between Where palms and fingers meet Make Space for me. From the softness of your skin The silky fiber therein From the curved line of your back Build me a Shack. From the calling of night owls From the ringing of wild flowers Call me a Call to which I run Ere I come. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 18-Sep-2011 at 18:49
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Fires Fires burning in my Dreams - Fires unremembered Screaming behind closed eyelids Lightnings in September So close and so far away Mirage amidst Dunes So well-known and so new Like forgotten Tune, Iron-heavy, like a Gun Dangerous like Crime And desired like a Trip In unknown Realm And so fleeting - flock of Birds Melting in my mind... I remember only Words - Falling to the ground. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 20-Sep-2011 at 18:42
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Hands II If I could use my hands to fly As birds their wings I would let myself go high Above yonder hills I would let air kiss my skin And light guide me in Up above the clouds high Above all that there is Cars and people, banks and stores High above these all Chains that pull me with no mercy To enforce control I would fill my lips with Clouds Kiss the Moon and Sky I would slide and glide around And never say "good bye". If I could use my hands to fly As birds their wings I would have you in the Sky With my burning lips. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 21-Sep-2011 at 14:14
 When a Seashell Talks On a shore I picked a Shell and put it to my ear And listened long, long time to it till Time disappeared Listened to the pulse it has old as is the Ocean Listened to the rhythm of it deeply unforgotten Listened like my Life alone depended on that Rhythm Listened with all my Being like I had never listened So I can hear with my Being and my thumping Blood My being screaming for beginning long misunderstood Something I gave up because it's a hurt to want Something I was very sure I lost long ago. But the Shell with me was honest as Nature always is And it gave me all the answers I would even seek. I kept the Shell with me in me like an antidote To the poisons with which Society is wrought And at one time or another I place it to my Me So I hear Me inside - the way Me wants to Be. ... And somewhere in the Thump with Whispers full I can hear your Voice in Me calling me to come. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 22-Sep-2011 at 18:45
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What I Can When I Can't If I can't have your eyes on me I'll take them to the Stars And the Stars can take my soul With their beady eyes. If I can't have your hands on me I'll take me to the Wind And the Wind can hug me close In it's impatient stream. If I can't have your lips on mine I'll take them to the Sun And the Sun can kiss me over Till my lips are burned. If I can't have your voice to me I'll go searching for the Storm Till the Storm is calling me For a full recall. If I can't have you in my sight I'll have you in my thought My thoughts will envelop you Like my hands cannot. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 24-Sep-2011 at 13:50
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Counting by Thousands Run me a thousand miles in a hour Beat me a thousand beats Rush me a thousand minutes in hour Spin me a thousand spins Take me a thousand takes in an hour Give me a thousand gives Turn me a thousand turns in a hour Bring me a thousand brings Hit me a thousand hits in an hour Lift me a thousand lifts Shatter my mind in a thousand pieces Break me in thousand bits. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 27-Sep-2011 at 20:19
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Search It seems like I'd looking for you from before Before the time of times In glimpses, flashes, letters, books' In musical phrases and rhymes In trembling, in fear half misunderstood In waves, in stars and rocks It seems like for years I've looking for you But gnawingly knowing it not, In colors and symbols, in dance and in trance, In falling and climbing, in rambling, In betting, in losing, in taking a chance, In logic, in paintings, in gambling, In days and weeks, Septembers and Mays In whirlwinds, in seas and oceans, Behind closed eyes and unhearing years In rhythms, in ruins, in potions It feels like I've been on a long search for you Without suspecting it so Waiting for Time to wither and drop And leave me alone with you. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 27-Sep-2011 at 20:59
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Rain Raindrops, raindrop, falling, flopping On the ground so soaked through the skin Raindrops they don't know how to stop And the ground swallows them in. Like tears, like tears of some cosmic Man And of the pain of all human souls Resigned and rebellious, mute from despair Incessantly down rain falls. And you would think that the ground would choke - Such ultraterrestrial anguish is pouring - But alas - waves of human pain rains - And Nature ignores it... ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 03-Oct-2011 at 00:20
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I Miss You I miss you like the Desert misses Rain I miss you like a Masochist his Pain I miss you like a Beggar misses Change I miss you like a Cripple miss his Cane I miss you like an Addict miss his Stuff I miss you like a Housewife her Roof I miss you like a Biker miss his Ride I miss you like a Fighter miss his Fight I miss you like a Shooter miss his Gun I miss you like a Runner miss his Run I miss you like a Sinner miss Redemption I miss you like a Narcissist - Attention I miss you like Insomniac his Sleep I miss you like a Domina - her Whip I miss you into Pain and Desperation I miss you into Spasm and Starvation. I miss You so. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 03-Oct-2011 at 00:28
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Locked Within On a hypocritic loom You are weaving lies with thread... Are you making shroud for me Or a blanket for yourself? Don't weave my hands in it - I will bite them off Don't weave my hair in it - I will pull it off Don't encase my shadow in Whatever cell you're building - I'll rend my shadow from me And the walls will be breaking. Don't kick my locked within door And threaten me with racking... Go on, break me for the breaking - You can't take me by the taking. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 03-Oct-2011 at 00:34
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To Have and Not To Have Happiness - of light and glass union - I caress it with my knees Like for a bitter Communion I reach with my fingers for it. But with no answer was left I - My right hand got lost in the dark And only the deafening Silence Gnawed on my brain with no spark. "To have, to have not, to wait" Like Orphans in my consciousness cried Words that someone had mumbled Like an improper Remark. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 03-Oct-2011 at 00:41
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Dancing Like a Nestinar http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nestinarstvo - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nestinarstvo http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YMSxoPzl0r0 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YMSxoPzl0r0 Dancing over living Coals Dancing like to burn my Soul Every step is Death-defiance Every step is Life-aliance Every step is bittersweet Like a mountain Air crisp Like a Knife is deeply binding Like a new start is exciting Dancing over ashes burning Every turn inside is turning Every bend is wildly bent Every breath is dearly spent Dancing every living Day As to push away Decay Dancing dancing like in Trance Life's so ephemeral Dance Dance as ancient as Life is And as known as it's beat Dance more strong than witches brew I am Dancing over You. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 03-Oct-2011 at 00:51
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Run! Run against Time against Space Run against Thunder and Rain Run against Pain Run against Wind against Sun Against all of it, Run! Run against it when it's falling on you Run against it when it is swallowing you Run against it when you know it's not going away Run against it when you know it is here to stay. Run to the ground, in dust and it torrent and years Run when you know it's in vain and it won't disappear Run against it in abandon in ashes and smoke Run until all is in Ramble and you in Amok. Run! DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 04-Oct-2011 at 19:02
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Come At Me Come at me Strong so I remember you With Fierce eyes and muscles tensed Sinews loaded to the very End Come at me Strong and Angry and Blind and Deaf And Knowing and Not-knowing and Desperate So you can take so much Come at me Strong and Hot and Heavy So I remember you When reality hits and Life kicks me in the chops And busts me down on my knees Defiant and Fighting and Beaten and Betting So I can make it through another day. Come at me Strong and Proud and Naked and Flowing And Flying and Hitting and Mindless and Falling Come at me Strong so I remember you Tomorrow. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 07-Oct-2011 at 22:07
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Dreamweaver Dreamweaver, Dreamweaver, be nice to me - Weave me a dream and let it be. Weave me a dream and let it through I'll sell my soul to make it true. Dreamweaver, Dreamweaver, have mercy on me For one more minute you let me be For on more minute let me be whole And then I'll pay any price you hold. Dreamweaver, Dreamweaver, bring me to my love And take as payment my life and blood For I don't want them if for me is lost The one I hold to be my most. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 07-Oct-2011 at 23:00
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Make Me Make me a boat of your hands And take me on a Ride - On a Cruise around, in, The oceans on your eyes. Make me a carpet, magic carpet On your fingertips And take me on a Flight around The skyline of your lips. Make me snowboard of your tongue And take me on a Slide Take me on a slide along The rooftop of your mouth. Make me a stair on your feet And take me on a Climb On a climb to some half-forgotten Some half-forbidden land. Make me Ride, a Flight, a Slide, A Climb all one-way bent - So I've nothing to come back with And all of me is spent. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 08-Oct-2011 at 19:58
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http://www.pj-gifts.co.uk/Gifts/Greetings/Images/Winged%20Companions.jpg -
Fairy Tales II - The Monologue of a Nymph http://www.pj-gifts.co.uk/Gifts/Greetings/Images/Winged%20Companions.jpg">  To take a Dragon on a Date Is such a dangerous deed I have to ask the night to abet me And the wind to lend me speed, I have to ask the sun for his heat To make me a shield against Fire I have to ask the frost for his cool To make an armor against Desire, I have to ask the time to stop - So I don't fall into a Timeless track I have to make a chain to pull me off So I don't lose my road back. To take a Dragon on a Date Is such a dangerous deed That I all Precautions burned And let the Reason quit For minute, an hour, a day Week, a month, a year - Until the Time stop his raid And this picture disappear. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 09-Oct-2011 at 14:56
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Speed Me Speed me as I'm running out of time Speed me as speed can take it Speed me as speed breaks it Speed me as speed is running out of me Just speed me On the road with no signs On the road on unknown design On the road that leads me to you On the road that had broken all rules Just speed me Speed me as speed, bend me a bend Send me a send, break me a break Twist me a twist, shade me a shade Turn me a turn press me a press Just speed me On the road to you. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 09-Oct-2011 at 15:35
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Fairy Tale III - Burn It http://www.pj-gifts.co.uk/Gifts/Greetings/Images/Lunar%20Magic.jpg">  Burn it somewhere high In the light of Moon-lit thighs Burn it in a Smoke and Rage Burn in with it every cage Burn it in horrific Flame Burn it Senseless, burn it Deaf Burn it with withdrawal Burn it until all is gone Dragons - this is what they do They Burn leaves and air too Burn in Winged, burn if Red Burn - until all days are fled. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 10-Oct-2011 at 20:03
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Stay With Me Stay with my, my Dream When I reach for you with my broken hands Stay with me when I drag myself toward you Don't fly away, don't abandon me Don't let me fall like a desperate Icarus, Don't move from me let me touch you Let me have you, for just this once, My dream, my barefooted dream, my sunkissed dream, Don't tempt me only to let me down My dream....wait for me.... This time... Stay with me... DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 11-Oct-2011 at 00:57
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Some Some moments are happy, some moments are sad, Some moments are joyful, some moments are mad, Some moments are spilling, like in the sky birds, But some moments had left me without words. Some words are well-measured, some words are wrong, Some words are just misplaced, some fit in a song, Some words are senseless, some links in a chain, But some words had taken my breath straight away. Some actions are righteous, some actions are not, Some actions are baseless, some regretted a lot, Some actions are taken, some waiting to come, But some rare actions just have to be done. Some feelings are clear, some are mighty confused, Some feelings are dear, some better'd been mute, Some feelings are early, and some've been derailed But some rare feelings cannot be explained. Some times are to have, and some to forget, Some times are to share, and others to shed, Some times are to keep in photos and journals, But some rare times did practically bursts me. Some answers are stupid, some very simplistic, Some are well thought, and some realistic, Some answers are pointless, some lead one astray, But one rare answer took my soul away. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 16-Oct-2011 at 00:16
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Fairy Tale IV - The Nymph and the Dragon http://www.pj-gifts.co.uk/Gifts/Greetings/Images/Kindred%20Spirits.jpg">  I heard a whisper of wings last night Under my window in the dark Whisper strong and dark and light and bright Whisper of wings I heard all night. I saw light ejaculating on - like flame in dawn I the wind was carrying a moan - just before dawn I heard and saw and asked what was been borne I asked and never got an answer - just the dawn At me was looking with an eye of stone - I didn't know that I didn't have the right To ask about things that are never to be known. But I was so confused and so contrite I roamed around and still roamed about Until I found in the grass so down-bent A gleaming feather and a ruffled scale Where they had been and night had spent The ones who were forbidden to forget Each other, and have only night to roam The Dragon and the Nymph each one to own Then I remembered like a flash in tone Where my night was running rhymes remote Where my wings were taking me to fly Where my legs were dancing in the sky Where the Dragon was and where was I. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 17-Oct-2011 at 19:26
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Fairy Tale V - The Dragon and the Nymph - The Nymph's Sonnette http://www.pj-gifts.co.uk/Gifts/Greetings/Images/Soul%20Mates.jpg">  Wrap your hands around me, carry me in Flight Spread your wings around me, carry me Tonight Carry me up as you can, as your wings can Fly Carry me, your Nymph with you, carry me Tonight. I'll wrap my legs around your waist tightly in a Tie So I don't fall on the way to the Starry sky, Carry me up long and hot, carry me above Mountains and snow, above ground, trees and mud Above where the air is rare, rare as is real And where the stardust falls luminous and clear Above! Carry me away! Don't stop amidst thinking! Take me on one big flight while the time-space is shrinking! Carry me, my Dragon, now, in the deepest Night Where the white Moonlight will be our guide! DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 18-Oct-2011 at 19:45
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Because I Love You More Than Life I'm Dancing upon tables and on roofs, I go on Writing but no reading-proof, I'm Running on without any stop, I keep on Hitting it with no remorse, Because the dancing on the floor is boring, Because proof-reading it can only spoil it, Because the stop take something off the thrust, Because remorse can make one's Soul rust, Because the Road is long, and Time is short, When you put a Lifetime in one Shot. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 21-Oct-2011 at 23:04
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In Extremis Being torn to pieces live Gnawing bleeding beating heart Arms on breaking, bent down knees Dragging over stony piece. In extremis I don't beg I won't utter plea or pray My eyes are shut my lips are glued My mind self-flayed in hot pursuit, In extremis I will hide... But since you stretched out a hand To put together my broken parts And heal the welts, pull out the darts, In extremis I will remember This Gypsy summer in September The gift unasked for, not expected That wrings a tear from my eye-chamber. In extremis my mouth utters What mind deaf shouts - kept in gutters - Imprisoned in a dry well - "Keep my soul till we meet again". DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 22-Oct-2011 at 14:51
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Fairy Tale VI - A Nymph Presents the Sign of the Dragon http://www.pj-gifts.co.uk/Gifts/Greetings/Images/Draco%20Faerie.jpg">  In the back corner of my brain Is delved, branded, grafted in An image that can't be erased A sign that is always sank in. A sign that my days permeates That has become my guiding star Sign that is heavy taking in All the gifts of starlit Night. I conjured this sign form sweet Dew, From butterfly Wings and Flower stems, From crack of sticks that are broken From Bare feet dancing on them, From smell of Smoke and of summer Heat, From Wind, from Storm, and from the Beat Of Hearts when bodies are forgotten - The Sighs that lay in my mind's bottom. I conjure this Sign in the sky So you can see and Dive to me Since by this sign You are called When this Sign in sky is drawn Is Drawn, Etched, Composed, Inscribed, Transcribes, Addressed, Banged Out, Chalked Not with pencil, chalk or pen But with hands -as Blind Hands can... DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 24-Oct-2011 at 03:25
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Conversation with Solitude Solitude you tear me apart You silent master-sadist on my night Solitude how heavy is your hand That my mind squeezes in a vice Solitude why you have come to me To gloat over my deserted destiny Why are you here, unwelcomed guest For whom I haven't set a table yet, Why are you gnawing on me right Your teeth are scraping on my mind Why are you here - to remind me of The time of which I so much long? Solitude, you merciless and cold Where did you learn to hit so strong When did you learn to be so hurting... ..."In the Desert when the Desert was Deserted". DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 24-Oct-2011 at 03:38
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Absence I'm screaming "Absence" with my mind Like in forbidden day-out-of-time I'm screaming till I'm out of voice Until since I'm out of choice I'm screaming till the time is gone I'm screaming with all I own With mouth, eyes, hands and feet With all my body could succeed To muster in the Hour of Pain When the windows are swept by rain When all the roads are blind and bare With all than my mad mind can spare I scream.... The Absence... Is... Again. Here. To stay. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 26-Oct-2011 at 02:06
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Untame Me Untame me now untame me in the Night Untame me Glistening untame me Wild Untame me Backwards untame me Bent Untame me Forceful and untame me Spent Untame me Roaring untame me Crouched Untame me Screaming and without Doubt Untame me Challenging untame me Strong Untame me with no Conscience and Remorce Untame me on the edge of the Abyss Untame me so no Wall in me is missed Untame me Fierce and untame me Feral Untame me all you figure you can bear Untame me Fiery, Tempestuous and Raging Untame me Howling and Flexible and Blazing Untame me like in Hyped Primeval Rite. Untame me Now. Untame me in the Sky. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 26-Oct-2011 at 16:24
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Then Then you have to Run the Run, To Twist the Twist, to Turn the Turn In the Space of Mind and Time In the bottle of your Spine In the Dark Room of your Mind In the Wardrobe of your Bounds In the Borders of your Skin In the Rail-lessnes of Spin, In the Lapse of Real Reason In the Upside-downed Treason It all depends on how much you Can recover your inside You. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 27-Oct-2011 at 05:04
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Just Because Grass and time and sand - they pass Blade, second and grain - they pass Every moment, every day, every year With every rain, with every snow Something is gone, gone, baby, gone... What is left in every glass When time had passed, What is left of every wall When time eats all What is left from us tonight? I don't know much and can believe no more, I don't know when and how all will end, I cannot vouch and cannot swear all to bear, All I have is pieces and a will - like steel. To make it count when I make me bound. Is this enough, enough to justify The air, soil and life I take to live? Is this enough - a short intense wild flight That will vanish in the air and never make the Sky to Cry? I wander, and I wonder...to make it there yonder... To the horizon that forever moves, To where I have nothing more to prove, To where time is sitting on the hand of every clock. Like a river goes to sea, like a ship goes to it's dock, I wander through - one day to come to you. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 27-Oct-2011 at 13:33
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Only In My Dreams Only in my dreams I'll be myself only in my dreams When the time is never running out in my dreams When the space is not assassin in my dreams When I own my every action in my dreams. In my hands the time I'm catching in my dreams And my feet are never tired in my dreams I'm flying in puffy clouds and drink sweet dew I'm being all my real and with you. Snowflakes are in my hair, fires in my feet, Butterflies are winking with multicolored wings, Waves are hitting and receding outside in, And the sand is so caressing on my skin, And the air whistles softly like a whisper - I'm telling you a secret in your ear - Time goes far and fast and strong but cannot take Where in my hands are flying - in Dreams awake. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 28-Oct-2011 at 09:14
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Because Consume me like in a some death throw Consume my skin upon yours thrown Consume my thighs with your hands glaring Consume my eyes with yours eyes staring Consume my voice that falls in folds Consume my focus and my force Consume my now consume me all Because it is a broken spasm Hanging an inch from open chasm The step that slides me close to you And brakes my frozen heart in two - One piece for me and one for you. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 29-Oct-2011 at 13:37
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On Taking Chances Eyes in delirium - taking a chance There is still time - making it count Making it count - taking a chance My eyes drunk - my eyes are dark, My hands are twirling, my feet are bleeding I'm good in running, I'm better in speeding I can do a round or take a beating But I'm bad in stalling, worse in still sitting. So eyes in delirium, muscles in trance Feet in swirling, hands in a trance Pasts thrown in the fire - taking a chance Future is not written yet - taking a stance. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 29-Oct-2011 at 21:20
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In Your Sleep Last night when you sank in sleep as deep as in a womb My mental wings took me to you - in your close-curtained room. You slept and everything was quiet - that I there no one knew But Night benign had blown me there so I watch over you. I slid my fleshless fingers on the line your eyelids drew And my fingertips caressed them in their transparent dew; And my arms - wings of shadow were wrapping you in tight So the nightmares have no place to nestle in your mind; My body - built out of smoke and all colors of the Dawn, Was covering you with it's outline like a with a seamless shawl, So cold and frost can't came to you when I was there thrown. I don't think you would remember that I was there with you Until it was Dawn's turn to come - Night went and I did too... But in the mirror if you look when your eyes are closed You'll see the memory of my lips - where I kissed them soft. I don't think you would remember my hair on your face But if you look upon your pillow you will see there nest A ghost of color, shade of light, a nuance of tear shed, Which, when I had to go, my heart with much regret Beamed forth for you, because so much it wanted to be left - Flashback of touch, recall of lull, remembrance of embrace That was shared, laid upon you, and printed in the space. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 30-Oct-2011 at 00:43
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60 Seconds [TUBE]NQMDdCfMArs&feature=related[/TUBE] 60 seconds on the run 60 seconds slow turn 60 seconds colors roll 60 seconds taking toll 60 seconds going down 60 seconds she does pound 60 seconds stalling roses 60 seconds falling on it 60 seconds slow run 6o seconds taking turns 60 seconds on the rise 60 seconds wild surprise 60 seconds almost painful 60 seconds heavy smelting 60 seconds are in touch 60 seconds very such 60 seconds are unfolding 60 seconds with no talking 60 seconds are on bay 60 seconds in derail 60 seconds are to go through 60 seconds 60 to unroll to 60 seconds are in mix 60 seconds play amiss 60 seconds laden shocking 60 seconds are not joking 60 seconds in twist 60 seconds not to miss 60 seconds are in play 60 seconds turned and faced 60 seconds trancing trance 60 seconds dancing dance DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 30-Oct-2011 at 01:09
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No Words [TUBE]kpSOC7KvDwI&feature=related[/TUBE] Making count with no words Making silence with no reverse Making time with no words Making and unmaking such Tense and grave the time to be With no words I tend to see Making with no words in making Taking with no words in taking Making with no words to play Playing with no words to say Making meaning with no words Make ME count with no words. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 30-Oct-2011 at 14:53
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Love - a broken Apple with golden hues That changes everything it touches With nuances and glisters and untold whispers Hard and diamond and breakable like crystal Heavy and laden, light, joyful and bristling Ranting and running and crying and kissing Convulsing and panting and losing it's breath Up on the Road with no visible End Sneaking and trotting and galloping wild Twisting and turning in another delight Sweet and so Tender and Gruff and so Rough Being a Bender is being in Love. Love like a ball is rolling away And like a water is dripping all day Like hot ashes burning, caressing like steel, Melts on your tongue like a candy and steal Everything else from your mind in a torrents And in landslide is happily rolling Crying in shade and coming to bloom Making storms rage in oceans in one room Begging attention, turning away Don't even mention how long it's to stay Thrives in a challenge, dies in a trap Love is a rascal, but she allright. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 30-Oct-2011 at 15:26
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This Be It This be the Time, the Day, the Year When in my mind you will appear When in my hands you stop your run When in your hands I take a turn. This be the Place, the Room, the Planet When it is all with you surrounded When on my skin your skin is floating When my watch stops but I am rolling. This be the Mind, the Heart, the Feeling That is to be and not be kneeling That is to go and not be stopping That is to hold but not be roping. This be the Verse, the Word, the Line I tell it all to you and you know why? Because this be the time of Life To take a Touch and make it Rife. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 31-Oct-2011 at 14:31
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The Moving Sands Of You Making a raft - with twisted fingers in one another - Is not hard when I know that you are going to be on it, Heavy like a stone and light like a feather, like a moan That floats in the night and falls ephemerally over the sand, Imperceptible and unrelenting like a force of nature, The force of nature that it is it's to fall - by nature Like breathing - so easy that one misses it's vitality, Like movement - so effective one thinks it's just a banality The most important things remain hidden in their simplicity - The most loaded and the most central with the most validity, Like a precious tear in the corner on the eye takes a finality If the eye of one who doesn't take a tear as formality. The most important things are in the raft that I make With my hands that is meant to be only yours to take - Where the times are running out sand out of time And in the moving sands of you I'm forgetting who I am. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 01-Nov-2011 at 02:49
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Don't Be Sad Don't be sad that this night went without seeing me I shall have in the nape on my wildest dreams Don't regret that the day is here and I'm away - The most far you are most near in my inner self. Don't be sad that my body is somewhere else - Every moment when it exists it's having you in it. Don't regret that time is running faster that we can - The time would never take away what the mind can build. Don't be sad that I'll have my eyes closed by me And I will sleep on my own shoulder stilled - This night through me untamed mestengos speed And every hoof is grafting you in me. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 02-Nov-2011 at 01:43
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The Hourglass The hourglass is calling the coming of the Dawn Heavy my body is rolling rolling like a Stone Rolling like a sandstorm rolling in a roll Terrible and ancient, in a death-like Toll. The hourglass is rolling, biting away The time I am losing, the time when with me you stay Time through me is running, between my hands Sandy grains are running and from you me ban. The hourglass is rolling, time through my body throbs, Running slow and heavy like it wants to stop, Like it wants to stop and leave me here to rest With you in my dreams, with you in my hands. The hourglass is rolling...;"Give me back my sand!" My skins so is screaming and so does my mind My being is so arching as to stop the run Of the time so ruthless and the sand to stun... But the hourglass is rolling and so I must obey The time with eating teeth that bids you on your way And I feel the time running through my soul And my souls is running away in sandy roll. For what is my soul without you - cactus in the sand, Desert that provides nor nourishment nor life, Wind that takes away but never nothing gives... The hourglass is rolling...my soul with it leaves... DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 05-Nov-2011 at 00:05
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Memories Today I live on memories alone - Disjointed disconnected pieces Of touch, looks, smiles - that in the air hang In front of me and glisten in the sun Like in a dream - non-dream, And carry certain magic in their folds - Like gleaming pearls from a broken necklace Spilled in the sand, half-hidden and chaotic, Bright memories - like momentary shots Taken at random angles and dim light For moment blinding and the vanishing again, Bright threads from non-existent fabric - Lips and knees and shoulders, hair falling, Wrapped things and fingers sunken deep, Closed eyes and muscles tightened to whip, Me opening my eyes and seeing you... I live on memories today Reading in the blue screen over which The shots are fired - like to make a point Or rather points - highlight the steps to you So I can take today and make it through. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 05-Nov-2011 at 04:29
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A Missing Sonnet I miss you to pain and distraction Toppling my day with mad actions I miss you to stupor and rapture And my mind is ready to fracture I miss you and my day is blank I miss you to agony stark I miss you and my sky is dark In your absence my stars do not spark I miss you to hate and destruction I miss you and I hardly can function I miss you to soul cruel eruption I miss you to disease and consumption. Such pain is this terrible missing That it can be cured only with kissing. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 05-Nov-2011 at 23:30
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Seducement You do seduce me every time again With your smile that dances on your lips Like quicksilver moving, bright and fast Beguiling, flickering and passing like fish In the crystal clear surface of your face Beauteous and seducing me again... And your eyelids so tender and so soft With their fragile line waving so Imperceptibly seduces me with Their perfect shape and perfect texture... I wonder if you realize how much Your fingernails seduce me - gently placed As coral jewels to accent your fingertips Strait and long, with slightly oblong edges - Pale orchids that my lips long to caress... Time and time and time and time again You do seduce me with such little things Your eyes induce my heart to heavy sink And when it seems I can't take anymore Your hands-waves sweep tidal on my shore. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 10-Nov-2011 at 02:51
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I Do I love you sitting and I love you standing I love you starting and I love you ending I love you smiling and I love you sore I love you laughing and I love you bored I love your smile and I love your frown I love your talking and love your moan I love your being and I love your mind I love your body and i love your hands I found all of this to be desired I found all of this to be admired I found all of this to be exciting I found all of this to be romantic Like a shell on the seashore stranded Like a memory that's not to be reminded Like a melody that my ears caresses Like the way you drive me to excesses. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 11-Nov-2011 at 23:46
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Crying Night My hands are howling each other to sleep Like baby wolves who in the night are steeped Empty and desperate and for your skin again Like orphans hug each other to avert the pain Of being lonely, lonesome, all alone With no place to go and call it home With nothing but themselves to hug to sleep My hands are screaming and the Night with them weeps. The darkness seems double dark when it's crying That I don't know where to try hiding Those hands so desperate and their sobs So they don't wake the stars and make them mourn - What can make their sorrow subside When even Darkness was to be moved to cry, What can make their sadness more constrained When even Night with them is to lament? I look in horror at my bewailing hands And all all want is for this night to end. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 13-Nov-2011 at 21:10
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Slow Hell I hate the days when I can't be with you And time slows down to hurting me anew Days of farce in which masks are growing Mute violence and self-remorse are stowing. I hate my time when to see you I can't And even light that is my dear friend Then hurts my eyes and make them to lament Your absence and my present that is woe is spent. I hate myself when I cannot be seen by you - With self-hatred I am so imbued I'm no good anything to give or take My soul is so dried up it's in flakes. It's slow hell - one that I hate to face When I can't see you nor can you embrace From all the Hells I had seen in my life Those days without you are the most harsh. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 14-Nov-2011 at 02:02
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On Dancing and Trancing Let me hold you in my hands a minute more, my love Let me kiss you one more time while the night is new, Let me swirl you one more time and have my hands on you, Let me catch you one more time when the turn has turned. Let me one more moment have in this seductive dream - Let me one more touch to have that in my soul would gleam - So I make my day to Count and may night to Mean, So I have one thing to want and one dream on which to lean. Let me swirl you one more time as long the dance keep going, Let me have you in my soul as the time keeps rowing, Let me touch you one more time - the touch means so much, Let me stand with you in trance while the trance is such. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 15-Nov-2011 at 00:36
You Turn Me On  Like a lightning tears the night sky in two opening it in the middle The two halves stark in their roughness and each one an open riddle And the sky groans and moans in agony torn- we call it "thunder"- It rhymes with "under", /and it's properly called that, for it comes from "under"/ Under time and under space - it's under the belly of the Cosmos that itself manifests In nature - that is nature for all times and spaces - and it's also a race Between Coming and Ending and Starting and Bending between Me and You A race in the tube on Life - so you Turn me On like a Lightning and break me in two You turn me on so with a bang and a struggle and a strike to stake whatever it takes - So light me a Lightning and break me a Break and strike me a stake- whatever it takes For the Sky to break - with a Cosmic Break, a twisting and turning and burning Break This is what makes the circle go round, and nature turn round, in pleasure and ache... You turn me so on ... You light me a Lightning...You brake me a Brake... You take me a Take... Again and Again...as the wheel turns on...no rest no pause, breaking in million pieces of Dawn... Tearing upon itself Time, convulsing Cosmos, Space spasming it Two, Running to...where to... Thundering Nature knows best - there is no time to rest... that's why the Sky tears in two. Do me a Do! DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 15-Nov-2011 at 01:20
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"I Wonder How Much is Hidden and How Much Is in the Open" Being Open like a Peach - in it's perfect halves, Being Open like a Womb - to bring forth Life, Being Open like a Grave - to take in what had Pass Being Open like a Virgin on her wedding night - Nature has ways to open and ways to shut, All of them are necessary, some of them can hurt, All of them are in the open - Nature is not shy - She does only what she has to do - just like you and I. Open hands and open hearts, open eyes and ears - To have Life in your hands they have to open here, Open like the nature is - open doesn't lie - Open are my words to you, open like my thighs, Open are my eyes to you - so I can really See You, Open are my lips to you - in me I can Seal you Open are my ears too - so I hear your Meaning, Open are my words to you - and with Senses brimming. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 15-Nov-2011 at 01:54
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Part of Your Night If I cannot be part of your day - make me a part of your night And I'll hide in some old cupboard - like a mouse from the light I'll be quiet, and I'll be still - all I want is you to see. All I want is to have a look at your face while you dream - And this is such a sweet delight and a reward for me! Or I'll will sit on the mantelpiece - like some silent fly - And no one will see or hear me 'cause I'll wont even sigh - But I will nail my eyes on you and caress you with my looks Being so hard stuck in you - like with a thousand hooks - So I can't wash myself away with the force of a thousand brooks. If I cannot be a part of your day -make me a part of your night I'll have every hour I can spare pressing myself on you tight I'll have every moment I can steal looking at your bedside - Turn me in your sheet if there is no way to have me otherwise... If I cannot be part of your day, dream me a part of your night. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 16-Nov-2011 at 03:18
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Do Me A Solid Do me a solid, don't do me a favor, Do me a solid, I'm not a beggar. Do me a solid - touch me a touch - But the touch to be real, I want as much. Do me a solid - rage me a rage, Show me a true self, don't stage me a stage Do me a solid - trail me a trail, Tell me a story, don't sell me a tale. Do me a solid - show me your face Don't pose me a mask, or maze me a maze, Do me a solid - I can take a rake But for my life I can't take a fake. So do me a solid - when being with me Be who you are and who want to be Do what you want and do it well - Do me a solid - don't hide in a shell. Do me a solid - open and wild, Be catastrophic, climatic, not filed Do me a solid - untamed and frank Bursting in colors, and never blank. Do me a solid - do me a do Raw in emotion, never subdued Do me a solid - beam me a beam - Light and spasmotic, authentic within. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 18-Nov-2011 at 00:49
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I Feel You I feel you in the falling of the snow I feel you in the rising dawn, so raw I feel you in the smacking of the rain I feel you from inside of my own brain I feel you in the rushing of the storm I feel you in the wind and downpour I feel you in the growing of the grass I feel you in the crack of broken glass I feel you as a rush and a attack I feel you as a crawling on by back I feel you as a tempest and highjack I feel you as a being out of whack I feel you so in that I'm gonna crack I feel you in me embedded like a tack I feel you as a spasm and a hack I feel you as a chasm and ... a lack. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 18-Nov-2011 at 15:39
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I Miss You So That My hands are melting, dripping in the dark Being alone and carrying their load All by themselves, my hands are tired so And wriggling therefore To somehow make it by themselves. It was easier when they didn't expect anything When my hands were dry like dried up vine For to have lost what one had have Is heavy, heavy, hard and heavy lot... My hands are crying....keep your hair away Of them...sorrow is contagious Missing is infectious, absence is creeping... And snow is covering them all and make it fester Like a wound of a cursed spear that doesn't close... Until the Absence disappear. I miss you so.... DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 23-Nov-2011 at 23:39
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Butterfly My heart is beating butterfly on you Seditious and Delectable, in colors So Iridescent that the eye gets tired To follow them along their ups and downs My heart is beating butterfly on you With a rhythm ancient as is new Like a Rebellion makes my blood boil And steam and turn me so outside in My heart is beating butterfly on you And runs like it doesn't know where to My heart is a bold bird and a open flower Nesting on you in this forbidden hour My heart is plane with no place to land My heart is ship with no quay to stand My heart is a wild horse with no owner My heart is resting on your hand a moment My heart - it never know where to stop My heart - itself is beating in an untamed gallop My heart is not a beggar, nor a master, My hearts on you is trembling, shaking, gasping, In a thousand and one miniscule spasmings, One thousand and one ten-second deaths, One thousand and one times recollects - That it is laying brazen on your hand - With the power to stop and start - Because my hearts is resting now on you Before it runs again with restlessness imbued .... My heart is beating butterfly on you. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 28-Nov-2011 at 03:37
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Answer I don't have anything to give But myself If you think that is enough Go ahead. I have no home to reside But my mind If you can this home accept - Make it right. I got nothing left to fight with But my will If you think that will do - Make it real. Measure left and right again, Up and down And when you make your choice - Don't turn around. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 30-Nov-2011 at 01:03
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Wasteland Wasteland, I'm such a Wasteland My skin is breaking parched from dry heat, No water, no stream, no sea or a river Goes in me, on me, nor through my surface waver, No tears - salt in crystals corrodes my rusty eyes, And pain in reeking through my baked insides, No rain, no snow, no dew, no torrent, or a gulp - So dry the skin is peeling and screaming, so it's stunned Dry like a bone - so dry the bone itself is flaking, So moisturless - no saving moisture is in making, Anhydrous - like a monster that had seen only flame, Scorched, seared - and the lack of clouds is to blame, Sunbaked - when sun is turning in a brute, So arid I am now - when I'm without you. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 01-Dec-2011 at 03:07
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Lament for a Living Soul I'm so forbidden to Myself - My smile, my cry, my feet and hands Are so forbidden and so numb That I would think I am so dead, I'm so forbidden and forbidding I'm so cold and so unexcepting That it hurts me - me the most. That insult in me is sleeping And my betrayed soul is dripping Bloody tears on the floor... My hands dragging on the pavement Long ago cannot be tender, And my eyes are blind with woe Every moment...now...from long ago. I'm so forbidden to myself That I don't know where it'll end The moments that so leave me staring In the rock that I'm bearing. Time...it scares me in full Length of it's eternal gloom It's eternity I hate All because I cannot have This lightness that from you is coming And that makes me worth becoming. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 05-Dec-2011 at 03:20
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Now Pin me down with your hands Have me with your words As the time is running out - Have me with your words. As the night is coming down, And the day returns, As the pain is coming up - Have me with your words. When I have nothing but response, And the clock is mute, And while still the darkness stay - Have me with your words. Time again is coming blind - Have me with your words. And while the time is sleeping tired - I will return. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 06-Dec-2011 at 00:42
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Invitation Take me by the hand - I'll lead you into me Step by step and crumb by crumb - staring me in Flash by flash and slash by slash - tear me apart So that you may recognize one from other part. Step in me and look around - all along the walls - There stay and mourn about all forgotten clocks, All forgotten empty boxes full with memories, All along the corridors in which my souls sleeps. Walk in me all up and down in the starry dusk, While the smoke is itself is smoking, and will not return Walk in me and find your way in my spiral tunnels - Where I don't know my way - do you dare turn in? Run in me, I pull you in, pull you by your hand, And you tell me can you see them - my forgotten pasts Can you see them, can you find them, can you bury them, So I can have only you to begin my day.... Do you dare step in me - in my heart's abyss, And discover what feeds me and what I can feed, And discover what powers me and what I can empower - Step in me, holding my hand - in my living pyre. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 06-Dec-2011 at 20:26
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Draw Me A Picture Burn me down in colors Smoke me up with wild hues With the cobalt of your iris Blaze me in flames of true blue. Burn me down in thick lines Carve my contours in black Cut the air in slices And on the ground them crash. Build me up with wide brushstrokes Strike me in nuance and shade Fingerpaint me background And on it let me lay. Roll me up, mix me nuances Bold, undiluted and new Mark me the furthest horizon Let me then cut it in two. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 06-Dec-2011 at 22:05
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The Night of Realization Anything happens on the night of betrayal. He can shoot her, or enter the Devil. Mountains can topple into handful of dust The Moon can roll down - pan covered with rust Rivers can stop and Oceans run dry Continents split and hot lava cry, Sandstorms spit out tongues of dry smoke, All life can perish in awe-blistered shock, In the pulsating bran chained within Blood blindly forcing whirpooling stream Anything happens on the night of cognizance So you shot me. Now enters the Devil. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 06-Dec-2011 at 22:30
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Tonight My heart had died tonight - I heard it moaning And shaking in a terrible torment Before the slumber took it - that blessed drug That makes the worse seems not so bad. My heart had died tonight - had bled to death - The ruby stream had let it dessicated, My heart was being panging and depressive - My heart had been one to have a blessing And then to have it ripped apart form it. My heart had died tonight and it left me shocked The urn I fill with it's ashes hot I wish the urn to stay forever locked. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 10-Dec-2011 at 18:16
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Snow Upon buildings, upon trees Upon roads up to my knees Snow is piling, cotton white Popcorn-cuddly soft delight. Look, it covers the ravine Trash-piles are no longer seen Gullies on the hills are masked Under blanket sparkly white. Almost like they don't exist Like they vanished from our midst - All I see is cover white Thick and cuddly soft delight. Is it so as time goes on It will cover like white snow All the gullies and ravines That the pain had delved in Our souls, faces, eyes, That distort our precious hearts And will it obliterate All those sorrows embraced? ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 10-Dec-2011 at 18:17
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Shipwreck The sea was stormy, gray, relentless. The night was bleak, the weather restless. The ship was tossed inside and out. That it would perish there was no doubt. No need to read my future in the stars - They were laying bleeding in my hands. No time to make a last wish - The ship was gutted like a fish. The blast had thrown me into a boat How many days I roamed I don't know Stars, sun and rain and rain and sun and stars It seemed the Universe had stopped and started. Sand slowly running through my hands - I count my loved ones, and time ahead. Behold! On the forbidding shore in disbelief One kneeling sailor breaks his back to live! ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 12-Dec-2011 at 13:21
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Suspended orange in the space- The Moon is shining bright Like savage breast delighting in The velvet hand of night. And everything is dark and still And everyone's asleep So quiet I can hear how My skin for your does weep. And I an looking at the Moon With anxious palpitation - She looks so happy and serene When I all lost direction. The Moon is lucky, lucky one - That i can only envy - She gets to be loved every night When my own heart is rending. ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 16-Dec-2011 at 01:45
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A Tesla Coil Coil me wrapped around you, coil me, twist me tight Swirl my skin into a wire, set to take your charge Wrap me layer upon layer - surface, volume, mind From my conscious and subconscious spin a thread that binds - Binds - experience and failure, memories and dreams With the rhythm of my blood that my temples hits. All my life in slices cut, lay them, weave them wired... I'll will give you Tesla voltage till my soul expires. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 16-Dec-2011 at 02:20
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I Carry You I carry you in the weight of my bones That remember the impact of yours - Your ribs against my knees. I carry you long after you are gone In my guts - like a stone In the back of my head - I see you on the edge of my bed. I carry you in the folds of my skin And the nests of my nails My surface is soaked with your smell, My fingers imbued with your spin Now I can't get you out of me. And I look in the mirror Until my features get smeared Into waves and foam and wind - And then settles like coffee deposits On the bottom of my cup - And form lines that look like your face And I think - I can't erase You from me - you sank too deep From deep under to high above Long like a road and hot like a stove Burning your way through - fire in my grove. I carry you below my plane And in the texture of my hair Luscious and wavy and tidal And in the corners of my eyes - Where my eyelids lock - Coffin lids that bury my eyes With your image inside. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 18-Dec-2011 at 16:40
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Requiem for a Body Waxen body, lying body Body that does lie Body that is only owned When the dice does roll, Body that is simply blinded, Blinded with hot ash, Ashen body stretching down Like of sword's fallen slash Resting body - rusting body - Drowned, stabbed and diced Even I wouldn't bet my body When it's heart is absent. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 18-Dec-2011 at 16:41
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... Cut my heart out of me Cut it when it bleeds Cut it when it still can feel Cut it when it beats Cut it as a cut can go Deep as it can get Cut it, make it stop right now - When it still breaths red. Cut it now, before it withers Before it turns out still Cut it when you still have the chance When my heart is real. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 21-Dec-2011 at 18:59
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I've got oceans under my skin Salty and wavy and deep and moving Whirlwatering and waterstreaming Through the periscopes of my eyes Through the caves of my surface Unsettled waters, wild waters Bright waters, white waters Pulling in dark waters Surfacing stark waters Bubbling under my skin Turning to wherein Carrying me on their foam Thrusting me - mighty and roaming My surface is a bridge over them My surface is a leave carried by them I've got oceans under my skin Splashing and dashing going and lashing Taking me where I wouldn't dare Swirling and churning, Clashing and stirring My ocean surging - The blood of my soul yearning. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 21-Dec-2011 at 19:16
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Hanging for dear life on the open lips of the abyss - Stones running under my feet, eroding my sight Running like water, like thought, like lies - Running taking my stand away. I'm running against it to stop it To stop it from running away from me - Running carpet, I'm running on it - For dear life....what am I running for? Blood on my feet, I'm feeding the stones That feeds the abyss, That feeds the night of my soul - I'm feeding on my own blood. The stars are sleeping this night tucked Under a blanket of clouds. Dark. I'm running for dear life - until Dawn shows her beastly face and requires sacrifice - To buy me one more day, one more breath, One more fight, one more rest... What am I to give her when I'm spent? I'm feeding the Abyss - tonight - with me. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 22-Dec-2011 at 23:07
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I have friends that live and breathe in the soil Feeding on the moisture that is sown In the fabric that the grass roots weave Every night and every day - to keep The earthly skin from falling in threads - Someone has to give it strength - The grass does that without wanting reward - Just like that. And when all is falling apart I remember then the cradle in the night - Woven from lost caresses that grass left after her - Like air hug, remembrance silent but so lasting - And barefoot I step in her - unabashed - I sink in her, I bathe in her memory untied And I can rest, and I can slip out of my mind. And when the grass is there not for me to wait My memory will suffice - of better days - My fingers growing roots - so deep and dark My fingers are the grass itself - roots in my mind - My fingers reach and reach again - in moisture rich My fingers grow into the soil to give me power - My wounds to stitch. I'm bathing in the potion that Earth boiled for me So cure my disease and soothe my spirit, And as my skin is rolling in green waves My skin is feeding on the purity of nature That human children all forgot about While running after their dreams and shouts. I'm rolling slowly onto lush pasture green - My friends who breathe in the soil are holding me In thousand hands and thousand caresses - Such unrestrained abandon unexpected - No right or wrong, no blame or expectations - Just earthly-tasting resurrecting fornication. Like Proteus, I draw my strength from earth - After my fall - in her - I seek rebirth. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 30-Dec-2011 at 03:01
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Winter Sonnet Winter - blisters on the glass - kisses of the wind Staying like remembrances of past summer wishes Staying like thoughts of horses that anymore can't run Blazing like scars on souls that with grief are stunned- Like evidences of sorrows that cannot be healed, Like stab wounds in the flesh - even to be seen That will never come together, never for delight - Blisters, blisters on the glass - crystals, beauty scarred - A perfection, simple, pure, so ephemeral - Only deeply felt can make something so fragile. Beauty is result of suffering, a product of pain - And like blisters on the window it will melt away. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 05-Feb-2012 at 20:03
I didn't find a blog option here, so I decided to make a thread with my poems, where I'm going to post them as they come, the old ones with their respective dates. Please, keep in mind that they are not personal. Feedback is welcome .Fires Fires burning in my Dreams - Fires unremembered Screaming behind closed eyelids Lightnings in September So close and so far away Mirage amidst Dunes So well-known and so new Like forgotten Tune, Iron-heavy, like a Gun Dangerous like Crime And desired like a Trip In unknown Realm And so fleeting - flock of Birds Melting in my mind... I remember only Words - Falling to the ground. 12.10.10 DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 05-Feb-2012 at 20:05
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Oceans I've got oceans under my skin Salty and wavy and deep and moving Whirlwatering and waterstreaming Through the periscopes of my eyes Through the caves of my surface Unsettled waters, wild waters Bright waters, white waters Pulling in dark waters Surfacing stark waters Bubbling under my skin Turning to wherein Carrying me on their foam Thrusting me - mighty and roaming My surface is a bridge over them My surface is a leave carried by them I've got oceans under my skin Splashing and dashing going and lashing Taking me where I wouldn't dare Swirling and churning, Clashing and stirring My ocean surging - The blood of my soul yearning. 12.18.10 DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 05-Feb-2012 at 20:06
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This poem is based on a mythical creature in the Slavic mythology,
called "Poludnica" /the accent falls on the second syllable/ - this is a
female image, mostly coming as a beautiful young woman dressed in
white, who walks around the fields during the hottest time of the summer
day and assailing the workers causing then a sun stroke. Etymologically the name comes from the Russian word "polden", in Bulgarian "pladne", Ukrainian "poluden", Serbian and Croatian "podne", Slovene "opoldne". However, the word "lud", /if we isolate only the second syllable/ means in Bulgarian, Croatian and Serbian "crazy" /both as in "crazy" and as in "mad"/, even though in Russian is "sumashedshiy", in Ukrainian "bojevilniy", in slovakian "shaleniy". Poludnica is hence connected with madness, causing madness in people she encounters during high noon. This wiki article
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lady_Midday"> calles her a demon, with which I disagree, since the image is
pre-Christian, and IMHO obviously connected with natural force that is
human-ized to reflect older world-view in which nature is personified.
She is female, as nature tends to be perceived in ancient mythopoetics,
and would possibly see her as a aspect of the Mother Goddess, who is
responsible both for life and death - here in one of her chtonic
aspects. Sher is a lonely creature /unlike the "samodivi", other female
mythical creatures found in the Balkans, who move always in groups and
whom I see as a transferred in time cultural memory of the Greek and
Thracian Orphism and the maenads of the Dyonisian cult/, which makes me
see her as a aspect of one divinity, rather than a memory of priestly
caste. Lady_Midday
High noon. My bones cleave heavy to the ground My skin is hot, my dress blazing white-hot, white-hot madness Poludnica is in me. Poludnica is me. Poludnica I am. I am Poludnica. Lady Maddness. Walking barefoot among high golden wheat My shadow is flame, my hair is fire. Poludnica. I'll have you before high noon is over. I walk among golden wheat, caressing every stalk Golden grains are rolling under my fingertips Wheat stalks are slipping down my skin I'm searching for you among the golden wheat I'll have you before high noon is over. My hair is kissing the golden grains, melting them Molten gold drops loaded on my knees My feet are swimming in molten gold Dancing, swimming, churning, floating on golden waves You'll have me before high noon is over. Poludnica. Waves of gold, golden gold, red gold, red Russian gold Gold going in red, reddish gold, bloody gold, golden blood. Poludnica. You'll have me before high noon is over. I'm laying on a bed of golden sheaves My clothes burn out - ash on the golden wheat My skin caressing the molten gold Golden blood in the corner of my mouth Poludnica - I am Poludnica. I'm having you before the high noon is over My eyes are turquoises in a see on molten gold I'm having you in my eyes. Poludnica - you had me before high noon is over. Forever. I'm molted gold sinking in the ground. My turquoises are left on the ground to look at you. Poludnica. She had me before high noon is over. 12.18.10 DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 05-Feb-2012 at 20:06
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... Orgy my mind in a backward swoon Whose perpetuallity jabs bone to bone I'm drunk with moonlight and liquid stone The green hair of Earth hugs my hands and soles - pale-pink moles Busy raping the soil to root me in deep, in it a feed Entomb my pelvis in the air, nail it on a hawk's stare Stab the clouds with my knees, extracting arrows of light My body is a rainbow - bow the rain on me. 12.18.10 DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 05-Feb-2012 at 20:07
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... To put me together you have to take me apart Eye by eye - put them on the table with their pupils frozen in their open wombs; Ear by ear - unwind them and hang them on the trees so they listen to their own chime; Un-paste my lips - burning petals of flesh, put them on the ground, let then burn through it's core; Lay my fingers on the soil - with roots and leaves they will adore themselves; Attach my arms to the clouds - wings on the wind; Let my feet go and measure the waist of Earth before they come back to you; Post my knees -stakes for your tent; Plant my thighs around you to withhold me cavernous self - Take me apart while wild mints breath their souls in the hot summer air And pine needles rain over and caresses the skin on the Earth Take me apart to know me in the breeze that kisses the leaves of my skin Take me apart to know me, put me together to stop me Before I take you apart limb by limb, eye by eye, finger by finger And plant you in the wind Put me together to stop me from sowing you in the clouds. Put me together to stop me then. But now - take me apart to have me. Now. 12.18.10 DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 05-Feb-2012 at 20:08
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Turmoiled Nights I had this sense of dismemberment - night after night When the time is not going nor staying - fight after fight Fight after fight and in bearing - wound for wound Not counting more, nor remembering - down the road. Running in the night and mist and cold - my hair blowing My arms - wings to be taken and to be stolen My legs and knees to be broken, down the road And in the trance of remembrance - are to be known. Tell to my night, my blown heart, tell to my night, That my days is so blasted and out of heart Out of heart and and hope, of day and of sun, But I have anger in my nails, like when I just begun. Tell to my night, to my naked one, tell to my torn one, That in the hours to come I will not mourn But I will give it my worst one, and my best hit - Tell to my night, if you dare to - give it my writ! 01-13-12 DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 05-Feb-2012 at 20:09
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Black Me Out Black me out to save my mind While my afternoon is screaming Blind and random, swirling, twisting, Seeing stars behind the clouds Swirling colors that rebound Switching colors that are brooding Into sounds what are moving Tight into vibrations looming Black me out, save my mind Twist my twist and take my charge Black me out in midst black night Till black-lust is satisfied. 01-12-12 DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 05-Feb-2012 at 20:10
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Beast me out - cries the forest Crying, freezing frozen tears Skeletal branches the trees bear Stiff like a stiffen corpse's stare. I bit my lip - blood on the dead snow Blood is alive , painful and hot Contrasting, deathly, sarcastically old Blood is alive, deafeningly bold Red-evoking, life-promoting I evoke you - get me rolling Melt the snow, heat the frost My fingers are candles, glow in the dark Glow and spill droplets of sparks As they slide down my skin To lead you in - Beast me out howls the forest Howls, begs, convulses out In her frozen deaden self Echo bears the the howls tortured Dreaming being summer orchard In the winter of my death Beast me out, make me spent. 01-13-12 DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 05-Feb-2012 at 20:11
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... Wind is sweeping out the night Licking it from the frozen air Erasing the darkness from the sky Light towards me directs it's stare To find me sleepless yet again Wide open eyes behind the shut eyelids And fingers grasping the emptiness Nails scratching time, opening slits Between the minutes, slipping my fingers Through them, tearing the fabric of time To dig a window to another time With heavy hands and bold Thighs that know how to hold Skin glistening, flickering light Hundreds of irridescent flames Screaming palms - like heated pads Frenzying their way on arched spines Broken moments, images uprooted Streaming through, and screaming muted Through the galvanized space - Something to fear and hunger to face - Rounded lips and tensed to pain face. Windows in the dark, white nights - White nights of my times. 01-13-12 DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 05-Feb-2012 at 20:12
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... Ring the body of my bell - make my soul sound My questions slumber it - waiting to be found, Under my surface in me deep - the folders on my brain Swinging in the life-giving force that's churning through my veins. I'm swooning heavy - with a wave, heavy with desire Splitting like a smoldered log thrown in the fire Fire - fire I became, dangerous and greedy Greedy to consume itself with vibrations seedy. Ring me, make me lose myself - time out of time Matter out of matter, lose me, Ring that soul of mine Till the time forget itself And space cave within And reality is gutted, my nerves in funnel spin Funnel - that is to swallow you and me in it For a minute and a era make me through you breath. 01-13-12 DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 05-Feb-2012 at 20:14
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My voice is coming to me strange Rolling at me, howling like wolves Deeply tearing in my flesh My voice - the sound of my soul Raspy and stark - heavy like a stone Like a snowball - rolling and engrossing itself Strange voice that comes from my depths Beast's voice - dragging on my surface Hold me, hold me now, hold me on the edge of me As the waves of you run in circles, concentrated Where the light disappears, where the space bends Hold me on the edge on me - now. 01-13-12 DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 05-Feb-2012 at 20:17
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I'm so addicted, addicted to music and you Your body sweeping, your body sweeping me through The rhythm is taking, the rhythm is taking me up Your rams are swinging, your eyes lifting me up You swirl me and twirl me over the shimmering floor My feet are swimming, swimming to meet you alone It is so addictive, the more done, the more it is sweet And you and the music make for a wonderful treat. 01-13-12 DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 05-Feb-2012 at 20:33
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A Legend of Dying And this was death, I didn't recognized him I mistook him for a lover in the night He came upon me softly with palms of velvet To cover my unearthed greedy bite He put his palms upon my creaming mouth And pressed them down in my gaping throat A penetration that doesn't bring blackout But smothers, kills with cuddle and a rot. And he was death - I realized too late When my things were tired of convulsing When my back was slowly let down On the sheets - on coffin, not in urging And when I saw that he was death disguising It was too late already to recoil So with the trust of one last time denial I let him on, before he killed my voice. But he was death, I didn't recognize him I took him in - in me to breed remorse Among the all diffusions and illusions Amongst my ashed memories and thorns In me he layed, bone into bone collapsing Flesh into flesh, and spasm into spasm Under my skin, in my very soul raptured In em he layed, intertwined in me And if you look in my pupils widened Somewhere in you'll see him yet to be If you look now, before the coffin closes For he was death, I didn't recognize him. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 05-Feb-2012 at 20:41
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Winter Fugue Don't keep me up all night, my soul, don't keep me up all night Under the breeze and falling snow my hands for you do part My lips for you do part, my soul, in the most welcomed night The most welcome night is laying silent at my thighs Lying silent, like a grave steeping itself in me In me, so I become the night layering in me Layering in me like waves and sediments of touch Like sediments of touch that weigh and vibrate so much Vibrating, like a falling snow, like water spurn In the middle of the tine, and so it makes it run Running like a steam from hot pot, and like smoke from fire Like a moan from open lips rounded with desire But don't keep me up all night steaming and obsolete For the time is rather melting on my fallen gates. DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 05-Feb-2012 at 23:42
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On Being Born My Luger is about to give birth - It's womb is ready to engrave itself On a 9 millimeter baby - out of it's cave It's about this runner to forshoot In the world of life astute In which the only guarantee is fall Which would require so mush toil And it's plated with so much randomness Without no way to guess What is coming from behind - Pleasure, pain, defeat or gain, Tension, victory, or strain. I kiss my 9 one goodbye And send it out - out to remain To hit it's target or to fall in vain. 12-10-11 DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 05-Feb-2012 at 23:43
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... My fingers locked on you so I can withstand the blow So I can withstand you standing and stand my ground When the ground is moving, shaking, trembling and groaning Bending under your steps bursting through me. My fingers locked on you so I can respond to -mute - According to the First Law on Newton - My fingers grasping till Sedition, till breaking, cracking, making I fist, making a drum, thumping a thump, keeping a rhythm Blind rhythm that comes ferocious, atrocious, with no precautions Blind -roped and responding My fingers locked on you - wanting. 12-18-11 DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 05-Feb-2012 at 23:43
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... Enter the chaos - enter the chaos in me Where all paths bring to tension With no consolation, no cancellations, only extension Brewing it in. Enter the chaos, enter the room Where the doom weaves on a loom seedy connection With no protection - it's only direction - In the flaming pool Of me. Take it or leave it. In courting disaster I'm being a master - Dreamer myself - speeding it faster In the Kingdom of broken Words. Enter my chaos - if you dare. 12-18-11 DQ ------------- |
Posted By: Don Quixote
Date Posted: 05-Feb-2012 at 23:45
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.. Be my wind, my time and pass through me Carrying leaves and twigs, and screams Of torn apart lives, blown and torn Destructive and telling - ruins and all. Sweep around me. and make it so Past-Present and Future in one big swirl to go Kisses and bullets given and taken Dreams halfway dreamed before being awaken Sweep it all make it one wild whirlwind With no distinction, no beginning and end Only raw happening, only swift hit, So I remember it on my dry skin. 12-18-11 DQ ------------- |