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The Mind of Tecoyah...
Decided the Muse is back....so its ressurection time....heh.
Blight Is this the blinded vision, guiding life no light bleeds from under the door wet dripping insight to mark a path I close my eyes to see no more Walk alone this Darkened hell existing only to be, unknowing hope a flicker barely seen rarely more than dimmly glowing I look inside, no wind is blowing |
Half awake and barely there
eyes ache to shut out light numbing senses fail to care evening slumber hides in dark corners of mind Waves it seems in weary blight hiding answers in my stare dreams of you await in night Trapped in places I'm too tired to find Close my eyes and see you when I'm blind Inevitable in this fluid leaf strewn brook is the branch that leads to a stagnant pool though life and nature are there.....it is not clean No clear water to quench my thirst and So...... Backpaddle again , up streams of turbulent rumblings search as I do for the fork that leads ...somewhere else over these pebbles seeming slick and grand twigs as mighty oak bows tower above and so...... Into the river floats my dream of this world dunking below the fury of drenched relations the cool taste of melted crystals in my lungs lay my head on the rounded stones of her timeless belly and so......It goes and so......Do I |
Take my heart from me, do with it what you will
I hand it freely to the decayed fingers of deaths cold hand Burning passion has charred the surface black Cool rejection shatters the frozen blood Such a useless piece of my life is this beating waste I give it freely.....to you For I have no need of this pain I give it freely.....so you Cannot destroy my love again Scents abound in winters failing breath Hints of life beneath dying snow I have wished in secret for this death Always hoping none will know Green becomes my mothers skin While grey and white grow old Sunlight lends to me its grin And laughs at winters cold My blinded mind , a fragile thing taking in the fascination of life layers of experience covering the damage inflicted healing of wounded treasonous love takes the time I cannot spare broken lessons ,delayed progression of soul rejected stand alone as humble fool bring the light with yourself, and see the open roads of brighter days projected anothers path is not your own and open eyes are far from blind but only my own sight will show |
Drywall
I can lick the caramel walls this place called home paid good money for the right to paint these are my sheets of absorbed light hues of my imagining, my mixing such thought as I have cerebral pigments that make up living these spaces I dwell upon, within, whichever good money I paid for this paint to be right careless drips of artistic reflection shaded in jade,call it green who would worry if the tone is too deep why paint a wall if not to be seen why paint a wall, at all The Wait patience...idle thoughts take hold do hours go by,or do i sleep feel the worry grow as day flows by and still...i am still...time is still how long do i wait will i know when i need to move can i move when i need to learn a mind thinks of patience as a body thinks of pain a virtue i wish not to use Red interrupted from closed eyed stupor that hated glow, smoldering a retinal ember behind my consciousness the heat of waking muscles, damn blinds letting in the fractal beams tearing fabric lost in dreams grasping at these ruined thoughts a ray of sun to stop the screams illuminate the missing themes away these pieces best forgot another interrupted night |
This black muse becomes me
the dark bitch of my soul giving voice to what I try to hide gladly do I hand you control rip the careful walls apart flood this mind with spitful pleasure open up my bleeding heart to the burns of my memories forcing words I someday treasure Extra care , these fragile wings aloft in thought downy feathers insight brings and nested visions I have sought The wind beneath my body sings a song in my mind caught the words a thousand different things all the demons I have fought one only hopes its not for Naught Ice Crystals thought left by Gods some say the weepings of such dropped by deitys unknown into the needy hands of men cold hearts warmed by these tears none alike in form as with us all, unique made it seems just to see powdered love fall from the skies Blessed be the blade is keen The hands that hold it true For in my mind I play the scene Of what he means to do A little snip is all it takes Some thread to make it stick My little swimmers now have brakes And still I have my Dick |
Soft the mossy floor of home
capture life in wet reflection Backyard visions herald spring with raindrips from the fingered trees Memories are found in these No more the blinding bleach of snow in place these tendrils of the new hues of splendor in each buds grasp awaiting these songs of winters passing May my spring be everlasting There is a bleak setting in the corner of my mind where demons wait for suble hints of pain eating the crumbs of broken dreams life feeds the debris of happiness to thoughts minions Scavenging from the bliss of love and desire growing stronger with each shredded emotion these creatures of dark nature try to breed seeds of black devistation planted in subconscious It is mine to starve the midnight It is mine to bring the light It is mine Misted like breath in Januarys morning my thoughts of you wander No guidance to remind my heart of you I am not alone , I know, but still lonely Staring at this incomplete jigsaw that one piece missing, under the bed Or swept under my unconscious rug of the mundane not a game, I know, but still Fun to play Stimulation for this mind I'm losing |
These broken wings aloft fail to bring
instead a grounded waste of angelic grace bringer of laughter was once fortunes offering now in soils cracked parchment is my name written none remembering blessings from my heart Once a voice of glory to sing Rasp now in tortured studder filled distaste only the messenger of pain salted suffering leaving infection and rot where I've bitten assemblage around me of lives torn apart These demons inside me proclaim my soul king dwell in the refuse of kindness I waste infesting the whole of what I'm becoming removing loves residue now its forbidden A farewell to feelings in bitter repart far from me better are those who are smart There is seldom a place of reflection in time River of thought flowing unimpeeded by the rooted stones of life No sanctuary clothed in Falls painted death But when these moments take a soul into embrace, then do poems form Such silent revolution does the mind breath in Inhale the scent of creation before winds icy fingers crush Break the hold of the missing sirens song in my head Only to find.....no Love in this Muse These debris strewn halls of play Childrens footprints marking paths of joy Puppys stuffed in China to hug someones baby Frowning child of labor sewing this toy Unaware of smiles on the face of my boy A thousand pieces of my shattered soul spread upon this bloodied ground anothers mind to make this puzzle whole and pray the missing shards are found |
Space
Cold fingers that caress my mind, and inspire Breathless , one can only dream of you Wonder defines , in a mind so corrupted This vast place you give me Blanketed in the heat of familiar suns Lending light that we can see with small eyes I cannot know what time says to my children What you, Frozen lover hid in your embrace They may perhaps, taste the tip of knowledge If the cosmos wishes to share If my children dare to care |
So glad to see these back ... And the Muse has not failed in her revitalization ...
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These are all meaty, and require time to process, to evaluate. They all speak, and the voices resound in my mind. After the echos fade, I can respond.
Drywall..."these are my sheets of absorbed light " I identify. |
chilled inferno
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Scorched by life my fire is swollen by engulfing yours tasting wisps of furious blue sampling white heat by the gale licking such reds as your friction can deal pregnant flame, seeded by your furnace embers only remain,where once your blaze was banked you sooth my lungs such is your chilled inferno |
Chilled inferno, Red, Drywall, and the two following bits are my favorites. You have the gift of knowing how to describe things in unseen, unusual ways that beautifully capture the feeling or thing. Excellent.
Extra care , these fragile wings aloft in thought downy feathers insight brings and nested visions I have sought The wind beneath my body sings a song in my mind caught the words a thousand different things all the demons I have fought one only hopes its not for Naught Blessed be the blade is keen The hands that hold it true For in my mind I play the scene Of what he means to do A little snip is all it takes Some thread to make it stick My little swimmers now have brakes And still I have my Dick |
Think as you do, these faded imaginings
of love None has found your heart these years None will Tar coats what once heated your core stilled beats Yet you speak, as though from lifes furnace dead words Plead with the gods as you wish for warmth taste Ice The blackened depths of lost emotion show blood stained Marking your verse in a never read text dust coated Much as your love, gathers dust |
I really like this one :)
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'Backpaddle again, up streams of turbulent rumblings'
Your rowing metaphor (God I hope I interpreted that right) really resounds, as I've been doing it all day... but it leaves a greater symbolic impact, of course, than the physical actions it connotes; but it's still good to really get into a metaphor like that. 'Plead with the gods as you wish for warmth taste Ice' That was another one which struck me this evening. The river sure was cold today... but also the scope of meaning there is extraordinarily immense. I love it when you can apply personal reflections to others' poetry. |
Migrane
Sedated, sitting, frosted mind Light today, no friend of mine Tortured flesh of pain unkind Dousing every window blind Head in pillow, room made black Defense against, her own attack I rub her shoulders, and her back Dwell upon the cure I lack |
Pixie Dust
Shudders, of Fading colors are used to sift the sunlight making rooms warmed by floating dustspecks every move we make spreading air that hold them aloft these visual fairies that play on unseen breath Imagine as I do some rest for tired wings as my toys of mind float out of sunlights beam lost to the world I made in this moment Pixie dust for the child I get to be...wish I could be |
i can see through your eyes in the words you choose ... beyond the surface.
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Twas the night......
Twas a full moon in Solstice, and all though the world Folks stood in wonder as winter unfurled My love baking cookie, and me with spiced rum More than made up for the absence of sun The Kids were content just to smell what was cooking As was I, but admit that I couldn’t help looking The drink and the warmth of a well heated oven Reminded us all of the friends in our coven When deep in the soul a reminder was placed Of why Yule is sacred, and brightens my face And there at the alter, to quell winters yearning Were evergreen boughs , and ash for the burning The moon shining white, as to copy the snow Seemed to hold summertime deep in its glow In the shadows created by limbs of the trees I saw there the Goddess to put me at ease She told me of changing in forest and leaf As nature prepared to deliver relief And all in my tribe, the Young and the Old Took solace in knowing of end to the cold To be continued....... |
i am always pleased with what you provide, but this recent addition is amazing!
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I try, and in these sluggish steps find peace
I fail, but by falling move towards this nature I love I stive,with all I have to find release Yet, laying on my face I know what is above You cry, to all who listen to give you strength You wail, as if this world will listen to a screech contrive, as I do to lay the path in all its length Yet, you hear nothing in the words I preach Deny, if you must what I know to be inside Derail, all plans carefully laid before your feet Derive, what message is claimed by your pride Yet, undertand you create your own defeat |
Talk about your universal application!
I'll be thinking about this last one for quite a while, I can already tell. |
Be wary, as you walk in Love
step lightly over hearts so ripe Yet, step you must for love defines you Hiding in this sooty life away from cleansing breath Yet, never would such pain you bring Be clear with loves message sent as I have failed to do myself Dont bring these tears upon a virgin cheek The line of love is fine indeed white thread save the drop of blood stained, like intent for kindness, with blindness Intent is like hindsight, and effects yesterday the same Love the Homeopathic. this poison in excess |
wow... beautiful.
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Honestly, I blush to confess I wonder as I read your works tec, are you writing this directly to me? LOL, not that I'm self-absorbed, or at least I hope not. But it speaks directly to me... |
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.....If you feel it...then indeed....it was written for you |
Sunshine beads crystaline drops on your skin
reflecting my hopes and desires within flesh colored by beams from the sky burned in my mind until someday I die I know you wont go, so I dont even try Bathing your body in natural light I see the fine blonded hairs turning bright contours of bronze in my gaze memorized naked breast mountain so perfectly sized Sunbathing Goddess who captured her prize |
What a delightfully sexy poem.
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Dance this staged piece of life
bend my mind away from dispair silken skirting these difficult times waiting....for better circumstance Hide dark emotion breeding strife under carpet things that make me care hide my sorrow deep within these rhymes paste my sleeve of feelings on a chance |
AS I believe I have said before, I like reading your poems teco, they are often excellent.
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hope you get some relief and don't have to deal with what you are dealing with right now.
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Nice work, as always...You make the words flow into my feelings :) |
I know you, from sweat drenched dreams
tormented mind fuck that eats my calm you made my peace cry for release made me weep in some dark corner I wont remember feast as you do on emotional screams taste of my heart 'till all of its gone eating away at me as a disease August is heaven compared to September |
No fools errand this walk I take
tripping on pebbles of wandering thought never it seems the time for a break knowing my stumbling fall wont be caught paved with my faults, and descisions I make 'round the next bend is seen what I sought only to find the treasure is fake worth half the price, this lesson I bought still I will travel for wanderings sake try not to worry and become distraught none of my staggering trips a mistake no fools errand when lessons are taught |
These tears are tainted, following cracks formed by sorrow
Lined pathways down cheeks a lifetime in the making Bitter salt in wounds of my soul As I taste my own weeping blood at thoughts of tomarrow No broken vows take this burden on, back bent with the load Expecting pain keeps no heart from breaking Over love, mind has no control And yet....knowing all this....I still chose this road Tears are always tainted, Tears |
You put flowers in your hair
Soft pedals made brittle by your cheeks Bleeding fragrance to the air Dull sweetness lost in your scent You put flowers in your hair Wilted beauty in red by those lips As if attempting to compare No taste of sugar from its leaf You put flowers in your hair But they only pale in my minds light And it just seems so unfair Fading colors with your smile You put flowers in your hair But I cant see them…anymore |
Grampa didnt like his oatmeal....bastard
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There is no broken time, no history for me
Loss coming from cracks in my soul These are the memories that make a past Fading with lack of use There is no heart making love to me Pumping heated blood into my life No saving grace smiling her blessing She has better things to do Undamaged minds to wander Unbroken but never whole, these perfect surface lives Unshaken by grief, and living through their lies |
Pass with me , Time
Bleed on me this transition of thought and free my stopped watch this seconhanded nature Pass me not by....time Show me ways , life Pull sleeping comfort covers from tired eyes and leap with me from the warmth of matressed blindness Let me not sleep....Life Not in this LifeTime |
a truer wish never made ...
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I have tasted sweet wine
Milk from the breast of my lover Dopamine thrust of success Lips are licked for these I have sucked in Bitterness Failures rancid flavour Bile coated pill of dead Ego Salted blood on my tongue This Cuisine of lifes lessons spiced as it is never tasting as expected by desires Gives me the sustenance my soul requires |
Bringer of sorrow, my title changed
Not the lover of old No longer banked coals Bringer of sorrow head bent low Failed inspration, it seems I bring Poisoned nails of demon Pain bleeds from my fingertips Failed inspiration is all I know Moving the puppet, no skill it would seem Tangled threads confuse me Tortured soul my doing Moving this puppet from nightmare to dream Cold sweat awakening into a scream |
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And Twas the night... was very beautiful. Very pure way of conveying the feeling of the season. |
This line of thought, feeble it seems
never understood solid only in my dreams not so very good once upon a time there was community defined I cannot let it go because it is so hard to find Now I find a world has changed not for good or bad the place I love is rearranged I long for what I had selfish, yes I must admit missing days gone bye Do I fight , or do I quit Do I even try This line of thought, is made from dreams or memories perhaps This line of thought.....this Line |
And so....my goodbye
To all those felt in my mind such splendid meetings we share knowing others in some way care But time....it seems contrives to give a sight to the blind vision showing us each where our use is sometimes better there Just know...you each and every one have been to me the rising sun and in my passing from this home I take a part of you.....never alone |
Winter passes and light thaws a mind in hiding
no longer holding the frigid thoughts of chill clouds burn off when this sun burns bright opening for the sky, opening for embrace warmth flows from the body of knowledge |
I look into the demons eyes
and for once it speaks truth if only to spread the pain like blood on the sidewalk some monsters know love too well and like you, use it against me No hidden smile in the gaze its clearly painted on broken skin eager teeth to bite and consume whats left of my heart some monsters can never feed enough and like love, will eat me alive |
I just got news my second poem is now published....woo hoo
They liked this one: Flower You put flowers in your hair Soft pedals made brittle by your cheeks Bleeding fragrance to the air Dull sweetness lost in your scent You put flowers in your hair Wilted beauty in red by those lips As if attempting to compare No taste of sugar from its leaf You put flowers in your hair But they only pale in my minds light And it just seems so unfair Fading colors with your smile You put flowers in your hair But I cant see them. . .anymore Copyright ©2007 Matthew Patrick Martin |
Love it. Tinged with a bit of sadness at the end, and I usually don't do sad. But it is very good.
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No oak am I, though leaves do fall
Littered soil below my crown No aspen slender, fragile sway Shimmering in moonlight glow No cedar thick, in hide and bark Shallow tendrils just touching earth Perhaps a maple descript in leaf Sweet nectar in my blood No rose am I, though thorns do sting Scented pleasure sometimes found No violet bright, vibrant shade Adding dreams to where I grow No Lilly deep, in hue and root Colors made to match a mood Forget me not, forever yours As if you ever could |
A brazen key defies this damp hand
as if it knows to shy from salt another door that awaits puncture another chapter in the poetic gesture of life I have to wonder if this time the fit is as it should be, in my mind making function from a past artists hand making a new doorway bleed its light Once a ring of jumbled keys this chiming bulk of lessons held turning endless in these tarnished locks turning a boy into some form of man |
I am pain, a giver of dread
slight though my slipped tongue might seem some poison mixes into a waiting mouth just enough, to sting I am sorrow, a minds burden imaginings of those things in passions past darkening images held in the heart just enough to fade I am hell, burnt bastard of being holding your heart to this inferno I live roasting emotions in simmering juices of life Just enough to singe the one I Love |
No dark corner does my mind look into
Misted thoughts playing havoc no more Sunlight bleeds through the clouds I peel apart Making me smile at warmth on my face No shaded meadow keeps me chilled today Instead, the grasses slide between my toes Seeing the figure you make in waist high winds And knowing, you smile at me from the other side In the middle we will embrace, and make these flowers whole. |
Salted red on lips in grin
this taste of wrath dripping down my chin frustrated grinding tooth I'm well aware I bleed my youth...Don't care Dagger blade my back can feel she plunges where I cannot heal blood dries black my matching heart, attack...Ain't fair explaining why I sit and stare. |
Ouch.
I am glad to see you posting again. You've been missed. |
Yeah....it's been awhile.
I'll try to look in here more often. |
all I can say is that I wish you Peace in your heart and mind.
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It's just a poem....nothing more, seriously.
I'm all happy and joyous like. |
Though perhaps stained, from living
This grin is real in smiling light Inside laughter made for giving Adding sunshine to your night Infection spreading Bring out your dead Then sit inside, enjoy the living |
Nice to see you back in form, Tec
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Not quite in form....but it's coming back to me...heh
Tx Dawg...good to see 'ya |
Dream if you will, with me
see the floating dust in this bare beam of light as dark as it is...there is a glow look beyond the veil, and see Dwell if you will, be free feeling this barely there fire is right staring long enough to until you know Sunlight stronger than you, or me |
Get thee to a publisher.....fast!
Very interesting, unique work. Thanks for sharing. /love to see it written on paper someday/ |
Thanks Hunny
We have a windstorm going on: Whisper my mind to sleep Slender breeze while you rest So tender, I sleep as well Waiting for the nightmare Inhale now, breath deep Put your nature to the test Broken limbs, scattered hell Strip the quiet landscape bare Steal the peace and never care Reminding all that you are there |
Inspired
What breeze is this, that blows my mind My own breath is lost to wild winds she fans Lashes battering the walls from outside No gray clouds basking in a storms glow No gray clouds, only the glow of a sun That undefined moment that confuses dawn and dusk Beauty in the show of light making it okay to not know She hides there in my thoughts She colors the sky to make me smile I doubt she paints the mist for me, she does so unknowing But she still paints… Removing the gray When you live in pleasure Can there be too much If each moment is spent Dreaming of touch When hours are spent in perpetual bliss And highlights of days are awaiting that kiss Everyone else only hopes to find this Why not, take the treasure Enjoy it as such Dismiss all intent Allow finger clutch Accept human nature you cannot dismiss Knowing these times are the things you would miss Nothing in life, can duplicate this Nothing in life, compares to your kiss And there it is, laid at my feet Another chapter starts Mindful though I try to be The mind ignores the heart A sometimes wonder comes in play Can't be set aside Emotions that won't go away Enjoy the bumpy ride I may not know the destination And yet, I pay the fare Dropping petty hesitation Deciding not to care I may not know the destination But want to end up there. There is more...just is forcing parts of myself to the surface parts I may have forgotten, or neglected There is so much more, there just...is There are longer moments...just are some hour long minutes I will never trade She can warp my time, and she knows it...I tell her There are days of moments, week long...minutes Some parts of a love are beyond explanation, beyond my words I would have it no other way...even if I could I want more moments |
"Mind of Tecoyah" says it all.
Looks like it's in a very nice garden right now. |
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