Lonliness

Distant stare into the distance,
Locked inside my thoughts,
Thoughts whirl about.

My name is called,
snapping to attention,
fake smile pasted on.

Push feelings back,
Show happy lightness,
Push feelings back.

Later in the dark,
The tears freely flow,
No hiding here.

Written by Bardouble29 5/20/09

Almost Free

I asked, you denied,
I asked again, you began to see.

You wanted to hold on tighter.
To try to be what you can not.

Don't hold me back.
I need to spread my wings.

You unlocked the cage,
I tentively stepped out.

"If you love something,
set it free...."

Don't hold your breathe,
I am not coming back.

Please understand...
Know where my heart lies.

Written by Bardouble29

soaked

i hear the universe ~
softly and steadily
she breathes
thoughts
into my soul.
softly ~
like the glistening petals
of a rain-drenched flower.
steadily ~
like the unceasing energy
of the rich torrents
that cascade
from the heavens.
i feel the universe ~
she infuses me,
soaking me ~
like the heavens
permeating
the deep, red earth.

~written by the.red.mantissa~

Wishing Well

Wishing Well

Saturday night begat Sunday fire,
the morning bloodroses in the clouds
each one the chariot of an angry pagan god
chased out by one true passion.

This sunrise is only a decoration
unlike the one before
which may have meant life or death
--we've all woke up dead
in time for the fire to burn
it's mark of one more day alive.

this one sunrise is for your eyes only,
enchanted and drunken as they are
by love's
shot glass whiskey barfloor dance.

The sun sets us to burn.

The floors are on fire--
we are drunken well-wishers
casting pennies into darkness

you threw them for luck--

I threw them
for one endless weekend

Sundayrise tells us to try again
very soon


Written By Eric Bachman

golden apple

his soul sings silently,
threaded
in gauzy and golden light
my heart impales itself
on this melody
my soul cleaves
to his lyrical luminescence

his great, flowing essence
quenches my thirst ~
this scorching yen
that scars
of successive past lives
have woven
into my very essence

he washes me
away from myself
leaving me bare,
somewhat macerated and bare
exposed ~
for all my frailties and wounds
... he sees ... he knows ...
he hears the whispers of the universe, too

that sacred light
of his core
flickers softly,
and with each flash,
he carves
another spark
into my weak, low-burning ember

in the glow of his mantle
his innocent generosity cascades
endlessly,
scented with divine wisdom
the beauty of him
touches that raw, pulsing
and forbidden corner of my heart
which eats fire

cherished ~
the grace of his movements ~
cherished ~
the gentle contemplation
of his speech
cherished ~
my golden apple

~the.red.mantissa~

velvet rapture

skin
against skin
surge, electrifying - i,
a vessel, felt him
inside me
throbbing, engorged
he filled my cavern
with his sweet, milky essence
holding my breath --
waiting to exhale
... rapture ...
folded into
slow, softly dancing
and infinitesmal
beadlets of sweat
panting. breathless. silent -
two glowing orbs
of glistening pulp
dangling,
from the barbs
of delicate carmine kisses

~written by the.red.mantissa~

Nightbirds

Past the dwindling twilight thread;
Flesh rose-tones and a hint of petculli
the only things that matter
are in very good hands,
or are covered by darkness
from the rest

Some find it easy to fly
by day, but some only sore
at night when the stars talk
about ancient stories still
lived out on the earth today;
Hydras and Dragons, the dogs run
everywhere.
Hunter and the Queen
impossibly meet because
at night they are alive,
above and below the stares

Nightbirds sing to bring the dawn back
We sing for the same reasons
Nightbirds fly seeking the safety of shadow
But we fly for the same reasons we sing,
shadows being only another layer
to shed, stories that peel away
cast on the floor,
like the anticipation of each new sunrise
an event foreshadowed
by so many love songs
heard whispered in the dark

Written by Eric Bachman

Flight of a Soul

hidden -
lurking
in the shadows,
where the heavens meet the earth
where dawn touches dusk
where the sea embraces itself

hidden -
lurking
in the faded, distant memories
locked away ... inside
my frail and tattered soul
why have you gone?
i cannot see you -
i cannot feel you
here, alone
in the deepest stalk of darkness
i waiver, without you
why have you gone?
i thirst for you,
why have you gone?
you have left me
shattered,
shredded and torn -
an empty desiccated shell

hidden -
lurking
in the loneliest
cavern of darkness,
a miniscule and frail
shard of light
i shall find it
blossoming
in the deepest stalk of darkness

Written by the.red.mantissa

Flowers

I dreamed you were my private flower,
close to my breast, you knew
my heartbeat, my thoughts, my sins.
You forgave me everything with your
delicious spice that enfolded me in the
greatest love I have ever known.

Flowers forget the end to eternity;
they breathe life into stale air.
You breathed into me; your inhalation wove its
way into endless weeds that clouded my mind,
making me clear and whole again.
How can I not love you for that?

Yes, I do. But the truth of love lies only
in flower beds, tended like children. My love grew wild;
more weeds clutter us. Now I know that
fragrance is transitory, like love you share that
later wilts in the winds of winter that says the end.

Written by Cruel Virgin

Michaels House

It’s good and solid,
built of fresh scented wood with tough brick—
all multicolored—warm to the touch like a glass of mulled wine.
He cries: “Michael’s house!” every time we enter.
But it’s nobody’s house.
No one lives there.
They come and go, a way-station for the severed.

I think of the hospital, cool and bright,
forced smiles, nurses waving bye-bye,
off to half-way houses, group homes.
Michael doesn’t want to live there.
His eyes beg me: “Let me heal!”

The doctor says no.

Do you feel the shivery wind
blowing through the empty house
like the silent breath of the bleeding Lord?

Written by Cruel Virgin

Lonely

To many thoughts...

To many lonely night

To many hurts...

Alcohol loosens the tongue.

Words get spoken,

that would normally not.

Another heart hurt.

The words are an arrow.

The truth pierces.

Tears course down....

Seeking, searching...

Will I ever find...

the light I seek,

the soul to share....

Written by Barbara Osborn

Uncleansed

This rain, it’s always here,
Bulging dirty clouds,
spewing ashen drops,
A muddy volcano, erupting despair.
Where are you now?
Nature covers us, her filth; some call it grief.
Not me—sad fate that rains and rains and rains.
Even the angels cry; translucent tears can’t wash me away.
God, do you weep or laugh?
The joke is on me—he left me here.
Grubby rainwater covers the rainbow,
Leading to the other side—his home.
And you said I would be the first to go…

Written By Cruel Virgin

Trapped

You cage me.
Your words are the bars.
Your tears are the lock.

Let go.
Let me fly.
Free my soul.

I have tried the cage.
My soul doesn't belong.
The walls close in.

Can't breathe.
Can't laugh.
Can't move.

Give me back my Wings.

Written By Barbara Osborn

Under Tree Shade

...did clink
that back door
out toward the walnut treeshade
running to the tire swing
we
swung so low I filled heaven
in a mugfull of your soul
and drank until
the day came
to tulips in rain
till that swing swung
only to winter's breeze
blowing our summer to clouds
the storm and the years
dropped by like the hard fruit
of the tree that we owned
-
Like that, you were gone
the summer gone
house gone
the tire's gone
the tree's cut
and a lazy red new house
sits splayed for it's new owners
young drinkers of tulip rain
and honey
but no old tire
no swing shade
no summer with grace
no time, no trust or season
to let go of the door
to run
to let go weak reason
and...

Written By Eric Bachman

Changing Silence

The world is a beautiful place.
do document the changes
the patterns, moods
flavors and smells
the atmosphere
provided by
mother
earth
god

But it hurts
in the morning
if you would know

At least
the stars say this secret—
for she is silent as we speak

Written By Eric Bachman

COWBOY

I rid myself of his sturdy mouth,
So warm and salty,
Dripping down into my throat.
When I saw his eyes,
I saw dull rainbows,
Glistening with grey sand.
They speak so quietly as
he raised his lips again
to greet me.
I had to turn away.
No longer a mouth,
Just a chasm, gaping open,
Ready to swallow me whole
And steal all my dreams
Down into his belly
Where all his wild things go.

Written By Cruel Virgin

"Words"

Nothing but words
Falling from your mouth
Lying to me again and again
Telling me I'm beautiful and
I'll always be yours.

Nothing but words
Meaningless without emotion
Forming scars on my soul
Twisting my heart
Till I can't breathe anymore.

Nothing but words
Left in my head
Going round and round
Till I think I'll
Be dead.

Nothing but words
You left me with
Nothing but words.....

Written by Karmalennon

Drowning

There is no explanation.
No words can describe.

The void.
The hurt.

Left feeling empty,
filling it with wrongs.

Seeking out,
only brings pain.

Scary thoughts flit.
Could be so easy.

Drown out the pain,
crush out the lonliness.

There is no simple answer.

Catch Me

Wrap me in your arms,
let me soak up the warmth.

Your shirt catches,
the tears coursing down.

Your quietness understands
the storm raging in me.

I seek strength,
but feel weak.

I scream into the night,
but the wind catches it.

Hold me now,
be my strength.
Let me scream.
Understand my soul.
Catch me as I fall.

Written by Barbara Osborn 05/25/07

Not Really Gone

You were there
like a beacon of light.
Shining in the dark
a corner of sunshine.

Like a drop of water,
your thoughts made
ripples throughout.

You touched, more lives,
than you can imagine.

Your love and laughter
encouraged and lifted.

You left us so suddenly,
there was no time.

I found myself searching,
Looking to see if it was a joke.

There was no joke.
So many tears shed.

You left a legacy that
keeps giving and giving.

I am blessed to have shared
some moments, some tears.

I know you watch over us all.

We love and miss you.

Never goodbye, just until later.


In Loving Memory of Baron Ectar.