I'd been listening all night
To his telltale heart And the secrets it told me That his lips could not...
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As the season turns to frost And trees are lit aflame I'm reminded of the weighty cost Of playing Passion's games Of love inside and cold without Of pride and shame and rage and doubt The fire inside that moves us all The rise that builds before the fall But what would we do without cold and hot To remind us to feel every second we've got? VEINS OF EXPERIENCE blended gallery THE LIFE OF A MODERN DAY EVE CAN PRESENT IN AS MANY SHADES AND VARIATIONS AS DOES SHE.
IN MY GALLERIES, I CELEBRATE AND EXPLORE DIFFERENT VEINS OF THESE EXPERIENCES, EXPRESSING THE VISIONS THEY INSPIRE. On a misty spring night With the moon at its peak I rounded the corner fast And saw you there Encased in glass I could barely speak You dared to smile, That gentle, squinty half-smile That smile that told The stories of your eyes That lit the room with gold Against the deepening cobalt skies I splashed in your laugh Like a bird in a fountain And stumbled into your depths Heard the clanging of ships Under a Red Eclipse And warmed myself in your breath Pulled under Into waves of wonder I've inhabited the leagues of your heart Every year must end, I've learned But then A new one has to start I prayed for the enemy that could have been my friend
I wept to think a game of chess might bring a bitter end Forced to play the darker side No paint can change the wave or tide The palette has blurred, the image obscured No masterpiece this eve An unsteady hand is not so grand And the watery eye deceives. I know-- Pain will always make words flow, be they wrong or right And so I guess since my heart's a mess, I'll say a lot tonight. Shall I yell out the gritty? Or call out the shitty? Or fake and talk pretty For you? What if you find that the hues of my mind Have painted things real, clear and true...? there's a place in her soul so deep, and so raw,
that a mere breath could shock the nerve acknowledging it's there raises the bile and tears fall where they cannot be heard she bottled this place in dim tempered glass encasing the storm none dared view it was safer that way, she smiled to herself... but still worried that that was not true. cascading sunbeams in a gloomy sky he wore the storm on his face though he had sealed his whole self inside, she knew she recognized that place and while she was reaching to pull him out he slipped inside her sealed chamber she cringed as he sailed through her ugly truths but he held her and kissed through the danger does he wonder how she could love such a man? why? City lights
Reflect in the raindrops Sprinkled across panes of glass... Night song pulsed through me, Shimmering into the first shades of morning. I delight in the silvery euphoria Of liquid voices, Bassy beats that tremble my body, And electronic melodies That echo a post-modern reality. I sway into the throbbing crowd, Feeling the passions of a generation: Love, agony, lust, tragedy-- We crave release, Thrashing about in a moment of dance. Surreal lights flash to hypnotic rhythms, Glowing colors illuminate Beads of sweat sizzling on skin, And I surrender to the night, Relishing in its sweet intoxication. c. 1999. It's always hottest Just before the storm-- Oppressive skies of passions' fire Glow oragnge with warning Air so thick, so tense, So inescapably dense The film lies upon you... ...And you wait for the storm To crash in release... Thunder calls out in the collision of opposite forces...! Lightning its silent scream of friction...! The sky breaks, A flood of release that subsides To soft weeping Under shades of misty gray sky... It pouts As it heals, Quietly reflecting on the chaos, Cooling off Under the dewy dampness of spent tears... c. 2000 Pulling myself from his warm, wet arms was hard enough... out into the sunny snow-glared street-- the slick rush of noonday traffic as I kiss the man who confuses me, my toy toying with me, playfully unsure... Rumbling around in the backseat ...almost there... fumbling around my purse for cab fare --see, I've missed the bus again-- too busy wrapped in his body, unfolding his mind... He wants to know what I tell them. hell, people hear what they want to, especially when you're not sure what to say... damn, I don't even have time before work to have my "calming cigarette"-- those cabs always come so quick... meanwhile, love leaves you waiting... C. 2003 |
Celebrating all
that she is, loves, and learns Welcome to the fruits of my mind, rich with flavor and heavy with thought...bold and fresh, and sometimes bruised... Like life, they can be gentle or intense, tough or tender, full of pain or full of grace.
This is life through the eyes of a modern-day Eve-- An Eve who has seen and felt the ages, learned to live and dream in a world where we've already tasted the fruit... It's not always roses, but that's life... for bitter or sweet. ...aftertaste...I remember when life was simple and pure, when we had but ask and it be given. It is now a different day, a different time, a different place... ...A mile in my shoes...
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