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9 Apr 2007
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The ambiance of the child bearer
Visualization is lost
Screaming spreads religious thought
Children pity adults and follow each other
Peer pressure made me do it
Close my eyes and go back
To the third person
him her it
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30 Mar 2007
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And so it flows
Of, and yet forming
Universal spirit
Black and expansive
Sending unto all
Sentiments of the cerebral
Seasons like lovers
Beauty trapped in the void
To release it
Ruin
Therefore
Beauty in death
Pandora’s observation
Flowing
Free of burden
Laden with continuance
Perpetuation
The ending
Is the beginning
Of forever
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30 Mar 2007
4 CommentsIt shall be called corruption
This seed of lust and ignorance
That bends us in it’s clutches
Whose fault who struck who twanged the string
That preludes our destruction
Whose name to blame who gains this thing
We both reached out to touch it
Thinking it was freedom gained
Thinking we’d be free to sing
The song of losing nothing
But we were wrong
Yet we march on
I didn’t change the tone
And so each day you phone
It plays our song…
It plays our song…
It plays our song…
It plays our song…
And that is why I missed your call
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20 Mar 2007
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It was one of those nights
When lunar wombs
Became pregnant
With the words of distant stars
And gray matter preached
Of the existence of an
Inter/Inner planetary fire
That burns
Into ashes
That I blow
Away into infinity
Causing the birth
Of a new universe
As I tap the cigarette ash
Into the ashtray
I wonder
Does this then make me God
This power over life and death
Though this life and that death
May only be my own
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18 Mar 2007
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I see god multiplied a trillion times
Each time I look into the mirror
Each word grinds against each man’s knowing
Until each man’s doings reflect me
I see skies that reflect the brilliance of each man’s mind
Clouds that rain the tears of each mans eyes
Salty rivers that flow between the shores of each mans sighs
Mimicking the tears I cry
Each man that died left pieces of me
That consolidate and coincide with my own memories
So I am history made flesh and stuck on repeat
I am death made life supernatural energy
I am shallow made depth unnaturally deep
Breathless he died but some how I am he
“So breathe,” I tell myself as he watches me behind the glass
“Please!” Pleads my ghost for he wants to pass
Like time and like tide, like seasons that last
From the first to the grave, future to past
My thought be computer that crashed like Phoenix to ash
Rebooted new user repeated new data gets keyed then deleted
Never new but rehashed
Reverse then rebirth we regurgitate lies
We rehearse for the hearse as we act out our lives
Rewind then revise, restructured design
Reconstructed from minds that exist throughout time
Was I born when my father released in her thighs
Or when his father danced with grandmother and died
Melted to death in the pool of her eyes
*This is the original version of Mirrors Redux*
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18 Mar 2007
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It came one night and told me
From beneath a cowl of utter night
Starless and stark its smile spread
And chilled me like the thought of death
Nihility it muttered and
Nothingness it said
While saying nothing
As the one hand
That clapped
Echoing in my skull
Lonely and alone
Hungry to atone
To that which lies beyond my sight
Upon an empty throne
Deliver me I cried to night
Save me from the flood
Of emptiness and nothingness
That lies to flower’s bud
For to bloom like seasons lost
And come again too soon
Only to become the corpse
Of day that passed to noon
I wither
and die
and pray
that Limbo is
but an acrobatic dance
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18 Mar 2007
4 CommentsA world within
Where feelings end and life begins
Called thought
Where the process that turns
The ethereal into a man dead
Rationale to feed his kids
Where those questions dwell
Never asked out loud
But fermenting into a false fact
It becomes a given
That your man is in all truth
Sleeping around
A world within
Where feelings end and life begins
Called thought
Where the process that turns
The ethereal into a solid hate
So strong
That skin color
Or hair or eye or flag
Becomes not one of a spectrum
But one of the enemy
So light or so dark
Was his soul
That he knew salvation lay
Within his own mind
And no others
Blood was spilled that day
And everyday thereafter
A world within
Where feelings end and life begins
Called thought
Where the process that turns
One misspoken word
Into misguided deed
Turns old feelings into new life
For better or for worse
A marriage of electricity
And synapse and impulse
Also known as
God’s sense of humor
Called thought
Punch line reached
Laugh or cry or die
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14 Mar 2007
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It struggles to be noticed
Amongst a million of its brothers
All vying for attention
Armless yet reaching
It remembers when
They were but one
And yearns to return
To before
It remembers the womb
And aches to tell
Me of existence
As I walk this
Sandy shore
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14 Mar 2007
0 CommentsSerpent’s Tongue by SilencioBarnes
A writing exercise for abcedarians – I like the story I told with the form 🙂 To read the actual poem and see the structure go here: http://silenciobarnes.com/writing/serpents-tongue/ – you will also find more info, the video and some other downloads there.
Apple of eyes, fruit of the womb
Beneath petalum lashes
Color consumes
Declaration of absence from
Earth’s metal tomb
Forgotten, a past that is
Gone all too soon
Hell is predicted one dark afternoon
Inhaled by the victim
Justified by the tension then
Killed by the witness
Legalized and consumed
Made into a prison that spells out our doom
Named “He is Risen” we followed like fools
Opened the sepulcher
Pandora entombed by her own curiosity
Questioned by whom
Rescinded by one yet accepted by two
Said man and said woman
The serpent’s dark croon
Unlimited knowledge it sang was our due
Venom so sweet that it sang to our souls
Water and dirt sprang forth man, it was so
Xenophobe made them alike to himself
Yet left them with naught in their brains but their souls
Zenith of innocence lost to us all
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Here’s a version of Serpent’s Tongue that a friend of mines set to music. I plan to use it, and other tracks, in a project called SilentFilm.
Serpent’s Tongue is a poem that proves I know my ABC’s…seriously 🙂 You can find out more about it here: http://silenciobarnes.net/writing/serpents-tongue/
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9 Apr 2007
6 CommentsTears From Fire
Tears From Fire
Tears from fire
Shed blood for blood
The pain of the flesh
Reflects the pleasure
Toss fate into the wind
Caution to the waves
And breathe deeply
Inhale the breath of the universe
Exhale darkness
Catch a single grain of sand
On the tip of an eye lash
And dream of deserts
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