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Don't you love a full moon?

Sun, 20 Jul 2008 00:56:13 GMT

A poem inspired by a quote I like from Oscar Wilde:

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world. -Oscar Wilde

Beauty and the Moonlight

Beauty walks with dreamers

Dreamers find their way by moonlight

Moonlight pulls her to the edge

Edge of sanity where her words bleed

Bleed from the moon with whom she walks

Walks past the hell within

Within she finds enlightenment in shadows

Shadows are where she dares to dance

Dance and spin recklessly close

Close to her strangely isolated reality

Reality is not what it’s cracked up to be

‘Be collected’ she reminds herself on this journey

Journey of haphazard excursions

Excursions that lead to punishment

Punishment is the dawn breaking

Breaking over Beauty

Beauty walks with dreamers

LUMINESCE

Sun, 29 Jun 2008 14:05:39 GMT

I really hate that I have been to busy to even check out Xanga lately. I am trying to catch up on everyones postings today. I feel like I'm missing out on good stuff! Here is something I'll throw on here I wrote several months ago.

Luminesce

Paralyzed in your stare

Deer caught by a headlight

Radiance in your glare

Luminosity is unfair

On this lonely road at midnight

Paralyzed in your stare

Caught in a crosshair

Prolong the agony of this plight

Radiance in your glare

Taken to your lair

Whispering hints of stage fright

Paralyzed in your stare

Fear that my heart you’ll tear

Blazing bird of night

Radiance in your glare

Tangled in a sticky snare

Hungry to feel your bite

Paralyzed in your stare

Radiance in your glare

Vacancy Down My Spine

Tue, 10 Jun 2008 21:53:53 GMT

Vacancy Down My Spine

Disregard

this vacancy down my spine

it whistles

like a lonesome train

traveling tracks

that rumble through despair

A powerful giant

casting aside

etch-a-sketch memories

of frightened children

we all once were

I shall not billow

with regret

for moments of satisfaction

stolen

by a beast

that stalks my head

Instead I race reckless

to heated pathways that lead

to dead ends

where I

…STOP…

and ask myself

quivering questions

such as

“What is the color of honesty?

and What lies beneath the salt of a kiss?”

Do the answers lie in scribbles

that sleep in worn notebooks

I still carry to mask

this vacancy?

And now

I refuse to let

the writing on the bathroom wall

be the prophetic whisper

of my demise

Over milk spilt, I will not cry

for it was satire’s mistake

that brought me here

and when shove comes to push

I draw strength from the

black raven

You will find me

in her

encasing this vacancy

materializing these memories

into fleshy dreams

of primitive consciousness

that roar in the unbearable silence

Bound - Check it out!

Thu, 05 Jun 2008 23:09:08 GMT

WoooHooo Just wanted to do a quick post. It was way cool because staticmovement put another of my poems in their June issue. I just recently started putting my stuff out there so it is exciting to see it somewhere besides my billions of pads of paper or my computer. Go to: http://staticmovement.com/ Enter and go to June. Under poetry just look for the title Bound.
Also the very exciting story The Face of Fear is on there by Xangian Pen_of_Mjoollnir

Sorry I'm WAY behind on reading everyones stuff.... Just so busy, I don't have time to breathe... Yikes! I will catch up soon....

Book Cover

Thu, 22 May 2008 21:31:41 GMT

By request, here is what the book cover will pretty much look like. I don't know if you can tell from this pic but the girl is standing in water and words are swirling around her. My cousin's husband is the one who sketched it. He stayed up many nights working on it so I really owe him. I think he did great! Hope you like too.

BEAUTY'S BOREDOM

Wed, 14 May 2008 22:58:45 GMT

Hardly time to breathe let alone xanga lately but I felt the need to post something so I hope you enjoy it....

Beauty’s Boredom

Beauty is bored with silver stilettos

….that trip her up

implications gleam

in those tips

revealing change

on horizons unseen

drowning dreams

cast doubt

in seas unbridled

with intimate suggestions

shocking curves reward

those consumed

by her boredom

when the stilettos come off

Glutton

Fri, 09 May 2008 20:23:57 GMT

WhooHoooo it's Friday! Whew, that was a long work week...hopefully the weekend won't be to short.
It was kinda cool, I went to Static Movement's website today and they have their May issue up. My poem 'Glutton' is on there. You can check it out here: http://staticmovement.com/ Just click on May and under poems look for Glutton. I've never really been into submitting my poems to anyone until recently so it's kinda cool for me to see them in different places now. Anyway hope you get a chance to check it out. It's about a vampire... Enjoy!
I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend and a wonderful Mothers Day....

Into The Wild

Mon, 05 May 2008 13:47:54 GMT

I watched ‘Into the Wild’ last night. Of course it made me cry but it was a really good movie. Even though he may have been extreme in his actions, I can really relate to what he was trying to do. I feel so bombarded by life sometimes. There is not even time for Xanga! A simple life seems more than welcome to me right now. To just abandon the corporate BS I’m stuck in, to just pick up and leave this daily grind behind, to teach my kids the importance of breathing clean air and appreciating nature instead of appreciating having the latest cell phone or ‘oh my god Mom, I can’t wear that because I just wore it the other day and someone might remember!’

I need little reminders to keep my goals in focus. My goals are not material and I really hope I can pass that onto my daughters. I don’t always to a good job on this. I was raised poor so I think that I overcompensate with them. I want to give them what I did not have but it can backfire by them not having appreciation for the ‘small’ things that really can make you happy in life. How do we teach our children to have a firm grasp on what is really important in life? Hmmmm I guess that movie left me in a ponderous mood!

Pink Slippers and Vodka

Mon, 28 Apr 2008 08:31:22 GMT

I'm sending off the book cover today! WhoooHoooo. My cousin in law designed the cover. Sketching is a hobby of his. It is a sketch of a girl in the water looking up at a raven. In the water are words floating around her. I think he did a good job. He stayed up several nights sketching his little heart out. I am so proud of him! I'm a little nervous about sending it off today though. I hope the publisher likes it.... anyway I shall not fear. Everything else has worked out great so far.

Here is a poem for this delicious Monday:

Pink Slippers and Vodka

I flutter about

in my pink slippers

sipping

on your latest concoction

vodka kisses

carve shapes into this

gossamer heart

still beating like a paper drum

your heated dream falls

in time

as mystery plays

it's own little tune

you ask me to be your butterfly

freshly emerged

from your cocoon

dripping

of freedom

I just hover before you

naked

with flesh fingers crawling

from this dagger of dependency

you remain hypnotized

by my unspoken words

waiting for me to disappear

with my slippers and drink unspilled

reality mingles with such a sweet sting

and you remain in love

with this hurricane of danger

as I flutter away

Friday, April 25, 2008

Fri, 25 Apr 2008 10:37:32 GMT

Skeletons! Yikes....

I had some skeletons come stalking me from my closet last weekend.... instead of letting it get me down I try and write myself well if that makes any sense.....so here is the outcome:

Mayhems Bones

now and then the

skeletons

come out to play

they rise from

unmade beds

and creep around my head

bringing Mayhem with them

the iceberg tips

and my illusion of togetherness

evaporates

as they run amok

with much stomping and screaming

in a forgotten breath

asylum bones

franticly twist and

distort trust

whispering of hushed memories

I become an empty saint

full of sin

falling dramatically

to the bottom of

…everything

nothing is as it seems

so I travel

beyond planets

beyond the moon

striking heaven

with a clenched fist

angry at the aching

that cuts

like a serrated blade

…cold, heartless

I chase cadaverous bones

around the room

until I find myself

crumpled

on the floor

next to yesterday’s laundry

mayhem sooths me

with her tears and murmurs

that softly fall against my skin

rising, I wipe away

haunting recollections

that left me cold

now clacking bones

have calmed

I safely tuck them

back in bed

with a misplaced

lullaby