11-09-2012, 03:24 PM
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[VOTING-I] Autumn Competition
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Sternocleidomastoid Your red scarf swam through fall winds anchored by your neck and framed by my eyes. That part of you I said I'd kiss, sternocleidomastoid, a proud word to swallow, practically void but if only you could see you, through the lens I do. Look further; I'm a brown leaf - a dying husk that dances somehow in pulse, circling and fluttering with red fabrics coloring pretty necks on cold days. a Longing actual autumn air as sweet as anything cold color in your cheeks and the trees - lonely anarchists give it all up for the cause we lie in some deciduous drift exchange our secondhand gifts an empty box and a bow you stole an old sweater with patched up holes a list of everything i ever wanted to know then you lean into me, but all i have for you is this longing - that it were spring that you had never given me anything that i could take it back but it doesn't - it doesn't work like that and a harsh wind picks up and you arch your back and crane your neck and listen to traffic pass and when it leaves, i am what's left. and i'm sorry for that. Fall Poem It's getting darker now, I may never leave Sitting here, above the clouds Above the world, so it seems Watching night turn to day Endless trees stand below me Perched strong and proud Silent protectors How did I find myself here? Beyond the people and places of a life, long since lived Where has the time gone? What has it left me? Both Joy and sorrow The line between seems so blurred now The forest seems to be the only one keeping track now Changing faithfully, year after year It reminds me that no matter what Change is inevitable So here I sit, Preaching my last sermon Maybe someday I'll find myself Riding the same winds that envelope me now. Fatalist Mechanics Are we done with this Have we lost direction Now do we leave unfinished The greatest work of all Seen through these eyes Shaped by hands unknown Refined by ages distant Still so uncertain Break the surface and reach within Show no fear as you feel an awakening Through deceptions designed to control Shatter illusions before they pull you in Lose yourself in the energy See beyond what you were meant to see Force the motion, control the process See it through until you define this emptiness. I do not comprehend The meaning of your language I don't feel part of this I am drawn to the distance What crown would be given For a greater understanding To form substance out of nothing To ourselves we are everything Evolve our primitive mechanics Defeat our fatalist instincts Evolve our primitive instincts Defeat our fatalist mechanics occulta tempore suo (hidden season) incandescent luminary tombstone stitched upon black and purple felted skyline changing now to light brown and faded gray-greens returning now to home and all those delicate home-things quietly floating down I-35 in a coma or a day dream A tailor tracing softly along an unwritten seam fingers pitched and poised for irreverent exchange of breathing bracing now for Winter and a subtle deconstruction of my being incandescent luminary tombstone how glad I am that it's you I've been seeing.
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