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No noNo by *strangerdon
this is the word in my mind
a sentinel, quiet, still, unmoving, present
where did you come from?
what is your purpose?
why the silent insistence?
why show up at all?
I don't want you, don't
want this heavy, fearful enervation
this slow awakening to my real desire
no to life as it was
no to comfort, to safety
no to the responsible path, the careful way
no
no words
no fear
no hope
no stopping this train
no hiding
no running
except running to meet
the way things will be
Clumsy Tools words are poor, clumsyClumsy Tools by *strangerdon
tools of deceit conveying
in hues of grey
color or colorless music
the broken and discarded
effort
sound might do, wordless sound
guttural and scraping or screaming
the sound of air burning, the
crunching squelch of
fallen hope, shapeless
and broken upon hard rocks
and paint, oh the color is fine
but paper is a poor recipient
paper tears and the force
with which the paint must
must be spread and gauged
into this mass of world, this
unhappy clay, shredded, ripped
and ripping and dripping from
paint and blood
but not words
Stilted Flow Long pushing thoughtsStilted Flow by *strangerdon
eating, drinking
a black cacophony of
bleeding significance
great filling, great feeling
mulch mind
the broken, star filled void
of love, of empty promise, of expectation
bruised hope, painful
to the touch
to the thought
a bruised path
a rock face painted like a door
a word
another word
endless words that come to nothing
cotton candy promises
cliché depth
and the unbearable reality of voicelessness
We We lay caressingWe by *strangerdon
in a timeless and welcome night
reveling quietly in the eye of passion's storm
our mouths speaking now with words
now without
laughter and thoughtful revealings and tenderness
we are sated by the taste of our hunger
we are entranced by the celebration
flavoring each touch
we are creating the sacred
it pours from us like
a wild mountain stream
musically carving through
the seeming solidity of a stone existence
we are become the light
Sta.sh
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Listen! A woman with a bulldozer built this house now