madp

actually, lyrics to a couple of original songs. . .

Eve

Eve,
Beneath you, I see beyond you, and up your sleave

And Eve,
Having such a girl around makes it easy

To hook my carriage to your horse

Clean my pistol and chart a course

But Eve. . .

Eve,
I fear the chasm you've opened can't be retrieved

And Eve,
Having such a girl around has blinded me

But in copious wistfulness I trust

And then there's nothing left here to discuss

But Eve. . .

There's a cloud of dust across the great divide

The walls have crumbled around the things I need to hide

And in this life of faithless love that you provide

I cling loosely, golden, culpable, divine.

here's another in a waltzing ballad structure. . . .

Secret Obsessions

From the smashing impression. . . . you make
The walking dead come alive
And the secret obsessions
crash and burn from your passing by

The prospect compels me
To have my "hello" in your fair thee well
So I'm moving in closer
But it's too soon for me to tell

Roman hands, and Russian fingers

Its on your sweetest parts, they long to linger

I can't say I'll spare you
The darkness that sets where my heart abides
I can't say I'll spare you
The moment when you must decide. . .

a little Apalacian piece about wooing a Godly woman. . .
What you embrace

Harness the force of the pain you're denying
For the love of a god who turned a deaf ear on you
Choose and proceed, you can fulfill your needs
But to live off this mountain takes more than good hands

I offer you a bounty, more than what can be counted:
To give myself with abandon, and turn you inside out
Denying all others with the fierceness of lovers,
We'll conquer what forces may stand in our way

But you say to me, you must embrace your lonliness

That peace is inside of it somewhere

You say to me, you can't betray your lonliness

If God's manifested . . . there

Breathing your breath, it's more certain than death
That any complications are by our own design
And each step we take is one of our own choosing
It's not your way that you're losing to allow your desire

But you say to me, you must embrace your lonliness

That peace is inside of it somewhere

You say to me, you can't betray your lonliness

If God's manifested . . . there

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why are you wearing that stupid man suit?

Sultana

Wow, I really like these! Especially the first two, and most especially this from Secret Obsessions:

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"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath.
At night, the ice weasels come." -

Matt Groening

My goal? To fulfill my potential.

madp

Thanks, Sultana.

Are you familiar at all with Nick Cave, Will Oldham, or Bill Callahan? They are big influences on my ham-fisted attempts at poetry.

Do you have any pieces posted?

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why are you wearing that stupid man suit?

Sultana

No, I have to say I am not familiar with those names. If I ever get any time, perhaps I will change that.

I do have a couple of pieces here. My preferred medium is the short story or a single scene, but poetry is faster to produce (and more succinct).

Here it is.Thanks for asking!

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"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath.
At night, the ice weasels come." -

Matt Groening

My goal? To fulfill my potential.

madp

Starlet

I've watched you try to be alive
Looking through a calloused eye
Run like a cat on fire
Chasing whispers in your spires

I've watched the voyeurs rain
Their buckets full of empty grace
Though I'm not fit to guide you,
Desperately, I've come to wake you dear

We could peel out from the herd
Beneath my sky, your sparkle lingers
And if we're lost and godless souls
No more time
will slip
through our fingers. . .

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why are you wearing that stupid man suit?

madp

Watching Her Sleep

I'm ready to give all up at any given moment
Though I swore to never give it away
My voice falls, breathless, in this endless grid of streets
Where an angel-faced beauty cries herself to sleep:

I will fall with the fallen, a halo unnameable
A wreath of coal, unseen, unmistakable
Unknown, uncouth, but in conviction unshakeable
When we kissed. . .

Under your breath you spoke: "until death," under the table
Between us, before God, and behind us now
Like sister and brother, and the word and the sound
I'm in love, in debt, so intently sensational. . .

But it's here, then it's past, always largely intangible
And what parts you can grasp are just fleetingly fanciful
It's through acts, and through hopes, and regrets that it's named:
Either purpose on high, or staving off of pain

But the angel-faced beauty says it's love insatiable
And so it is returned in kind. . .
to bind us, to bleed us,
to cry and to please us,
to twist and to tease us,
remind us of Jesus:
it's never to leave us.

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why are you wearing that stupid man suit?

Sultana

Wow, both of these are gorgeous. I am always drawn to "conflict in love" themes, and this is a prime example. My favorite stanza:

Starlet is telling and lovely too. I obstinately keep reading

as

"I've watched the voyeurs rain
Their buckets full of empty praise"

Dunno why....

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"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath.
At night, the ice weasels come." -

Matt Groening

My goal? To fulfill my potential.