Torn

I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm
He came around
And he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry

Well you couldn't be that man I adored
You don't seem to know
Or seem to care
What your heart is for
I don't know him anymore

There's nothin' where he used to lie
My conversation has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothings right
I'm torn

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
You're a little late
I'm already torn

So I guess the fortune tellers right
I should have seen just what was there and not some holy light
But you crawled beneath my veins
And now, I don't care
I have no luck
I don't miss it all that much
There's just so many things
That I can't touch
I'm torn

There's nothin' he used to lie
My inspiration has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's right
I'm torn

Natalie Imbruglia

Words

sometimes the words won't come
brains droolign fingers dumb
The wrdss are numbers
but there's no sum
just hum hum hum
high pitched in the ear
vinyl hiss

mis mis miss missippi
mysterious
miscreant

pissant

pisquatiquisdon't you just love to say pisquatiquis
plantation
Bloody Gore

Haiku

Unknown cat at dawn,
Silent, slipping by on wall,
Unnamed by any.

No man walks my road.
I left my comb and mirror.
Which path, issei?

pale moon is dusk sky.
Why did you come so early?
Are you loneliness?

Windchimes trill alarm:
Smoke-green clouds coil out weak sun:
Fall will die tonight.

I pled the moon once
"Fall Moon, take me with you"--but
It would not answer.

Hear the moonlight fall
Like peace-whisper of rose scent,
Or dusk's distant bell.

Clock ticks life away.
Would I have the bird not fly?
Toll, sweet season's rhyme.

Annette Schaefer Morrow

Autumn dreams

I dream in colors

Middle of October

I Am

I am: yet what I am none cares or knows
My friends forsake me like a memory lost,
I am the self-consumer of my woes—
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shadows in love's frenzied, stifled throes—
And yet I am, and live—like vapors tossed

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life or joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;
Even the dearest, that I love the best,
Are strange—nay, rather stranger than the rest.

I long for scenes, where man hath never trod,
A place where woman never smiled or wept—
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling, and untroubled where I lie,
The grass below—above the vaulted sky.

John Clare

Child Of The Grass

Child of the grass
The years pass Above us
Shadows of air All these shall Love us
Winds for our fellows
The browns and the yellows
Of autumn our colors
Now at our life's morn. Be we well sworn
Ne'er to grow older
Our spirits be bolder At meeting
Than e'er before All the old lore
Of the forests & woodways
Shall aid us: Keep we the bond & seal
Ne'er shall we feel
Aught of sorrow

Let light flow about thee
As a cloak of air

Ezra Pound

witticism

I don't follow the path, I make my own...

oh no, I'm lost.

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes Sonnet 29

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee—and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love rememb'red such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

William Shakespeare