Compos Mentis

Happy 32nd post Poems!

I'm happy. Today we set the clocks back, and so I get an extra hour of...well, I really didn't do anything. But it's the principle of the thing that makes me happy.
I've decided to continue my tradition of putting up poems as the last post of the month, and I'm going to get to it, but I have an announcement to make. As you all should know by now, I'm going to be participating in Nanowrimo. This is a good thing. Unfortunately, I anticipate that much of my mental capacity will be taken up while I'm doing it. So, the likelihood is that I won't spend as much time thinking of stuff. So for the next month, unless something just hits me that I can't help but put on the blog, I probably won't be posting any cool ideas to discuss. Still, I do hope to keep updating, so what I will do is periodically put up parts of my story, and since it's me writing it, it will probably end up having philosophy and junk in it. You guys should also feel free to act like editors, and point out mistakes and the like, or you can just lie and say how wonderful it is.
Anyway, enough stalling on my part: to the poems!

I wrote this after reading the Tao Te Ching. If you don't like eastern philosophy you probably won't get this.

Twist

The watcher who sees
doesn't perceive
those who perceive
do not see
I float on the sea of time
Time is a river.
The scars on my legs fade
so does my desire.
Love and words: two burning
fires in you, in me
The flames bring life
The tree I do not see
I am the absence of you,
such brings me to some
unreality. Such takes you
where I cannot be.
Oh, heart of desires fail me.
take the day of our meeting
and sponge it away
looking past the place of
passing into what sets us
free. If such it is to be,
so let us be.
but,
If chains are all we have, to be
chain her to me, throw out the key.

Some people here think I'm too harsh on politicians. Maybe I am, but they are such good material for irony.

Why I Laughed

He opens his mouth just so wide
as too much. There is not enough to
swallow the sun- but he hopes and reaches
for his tall cold hat at the door.
Exit one madman. Playing to the wind
of democracy always requires a
sort of insanity, one not yet found
in the DSM. We send them to practice
popularity properly but tremble if they come close.
what do you ask the questions to?
No kind of creature are these- they know
no questions, please.
And yet, we cannot censure them. The
ironists and change chasers play up
their game while the game is elsewhere.
Come up to bat at this false field
my little chickies? The conspirators are
nonexistent but that means nothing.

I just realized that the last poem had no love angle in it. hmm. Maybe I can say more than one thing in my poems. Or maybe not.

Rabbit Hole

We sit cheek to cheek on a cold stone
at the side of the river. Life
is around us- we do not stop
to contemplate it, its mysteries. We
hear the bard's sweet tree song and
smell the greeness of the leaves.
We take off our skin and scars
tiptoe into the stream.

I close eyes- these are not
deciding your unfreedom
that we revel in
Hey- where did the time fly?
I had it right by my side-
in my new blind genious-

and here he is- three wishes
poof! The world decides
to roll back over and let off its steam
Death comes, but we feel so too much right
to fake surprise. On the inside.

One more.

Devil (improvisation #4)

All alight on the streets
it invites a man with a black streak
to look ahead of the game
shade your eyes bite down your name
and the eyes become freaks
he cannot tame the urge to be unique
on a door,
right before
he steps out
and gone the world's about

I take a step in the dark
guess on the niche to keep it a lark
or else we'll all burn
and come to nought with all we've earned
can't fall, can't flee
everyone climbing away from me
heads back to see
you and me
try to scree
but fall and fail
endlessly
then, we get up
come out of shapes
and back around we
we...
live. again.

You complement my demise
with shots in the dark and a demon disguise
that purifies the room
with it's stench and coldhearted fume
but you, oh, breathe it in
and cuts to sin that life within
that drags us up
flying free, no place to stop
the whirl and dance in
the skies above
and you wrap
the wild untamed some
kind of blame and
hate towards us you
can't stand that fate
and break and break
and break on yourself
'till nought you close
into a point and we in
silence sing.

posted by Emmett @ 12:36