Lands Mind

[_Land]

Oh to be Sane

The wake up is screaming my own voice, but not.

repetitive motions
her neck snaps so easy
rage occupies my nights,
encamped to stay.

I can't recall when I invited terror in,
gave it clearance, to use my territory
for nocturnal raids.

I have Cuban feelings of
American occupation
no way to remove the offense.

Clear imagery, and tangible pain wrings,
upon waking, shivering fear
hangs over me
like a reaper.

Only, I was the one swinging the sickle
and the scream was my fury, I hope finally released.

Murderous thoughts don't occupy my day.

 

[_Land]

Mouth White Out

Never will my voice sound so good as my pen
nor can I delete words spoken in haste
or in mere lack of ability to clearly
state what is on my mind

the mind is clarified in writing
it can insure clarity of purpose
make every word count
nor will I see the pain
caused by clumsy speech


give me paper
a pen and then
I wont need!

 

[_Land]

Understanding

stand under me for a little while
catch the raindrops that fall from
my cloud filled skies, watch
the lightning, hear the thunder
then be warmed as the sun
breaks through and warms
both You and I

then will you say
I understand
in truth

 

[_Land]

Need a sanitary napkin?

I only ask, because I feel
like I have made you dirty
sharing my feelings like this

spewed out like bile
burning my throat
on the way out

don’t know how else
I could get it out
words come out wrong
in verbalisms poor form

wonder if writing is
any better, or not
It still feels dirty

 

[_Land]

Dressed, not to kill

I wear clothes to keep you warm
Bundled in layers thick of protective armor
perhaps you already feel all warm and fuzzy
not me, I am chill- to the bone, not just demeanor
My veins are icy tunnels pumping with slush
I still have a heart, it just doesn’t pump life

So I put on my extra nice smile, the one I knitted
right after she cheated on me. I pull on my warmth
and charm one sleeve at a time, this is one of my best outfits
It took me two months to complete, I made this one when
I decided too file for divorce, to leave her behind, start over
My pants go on, they make me look like a gentleman.
I have to jump in to them, they are still just a little
on the largish side, never did learn how to grow
in to them. I made them when my heart was handed back to me
cold, lifeless and black. It still makes noise from time to time
but I think it is successfully muffled. Oh yes lest I forget
the suspenders I made when I was little, they have always been
my favorite piece. The have held up my pride for years,
when I wear them I feel like I’m still normal, spose
I should thank the man that molested me, he gave me those.

just remember;

I wear clothes to keep you warm
Bundled in layers thick of protective armor
perhaps you already feel all warm and fuzzy
not me, I am chill- to the bone, not just demeanor
My veins are icy tunnels pumping with slush
I still have a heart, it just doesn’t pump life

 

[_Land]

Man

I, no magician
try to read minds
yours is very clouded
shrouded in hidden realms
Is that a hint of hurt, its not
just anger, that come out easy
perhaps if i gaze in to your glassy
eyes, for a few more centuries
it will clear, showing inside
past the veil, your holy
sanctuary, but if I did
It would be defiled
because of me
no new tricks
will come to mind
perhaps what I need
is a hint, just a little one
to help get me started at least
The clouds are dense, or is it just me?

 

[_Land]

Teetering

I recognize-
my misaligned actions
no, its not satisfying

My duties as Atlas unfulfilled
and the word still turns
off balance;
at an alarming pace

keeping the y from the x
almost impossible
If i could just rest a weary minute
let some of my burdensome load
perhaps I could straighten my head,
be proud, relaxed, and happy
then everything would be back
in its right axis

 

[_Land]

Love Lease


Do you feel trapped by my honesty
does my silence infuriate you
I am not silent when I am mad,
I am silent when I am trying to adjust me.
It isn’t you, it is me. I am wrong, I need to fix myself
Can I admit that to you, what will you think....
Will you still love me if I am broke,
in need of repairs or self servicing

or will you trade me in for a newer model?

 

[_Land]

Help.......
how to make that clearer
I fight, not because the battle rages
but because I rage on, inner conflict
turmoil, tragedy, no peace

not circumstantial, nor consequential
simply an interior deficit, instead
of affecting life, it affects me
infecting my health and heart

Separation, to distance one from
a thing........... how to separate
my happiness from conceived misery
Smelling the flowers, just a thing to do

If only I could make life that flower.

 

[_Land]

Blurry White Show

place your senses, on me
feel-
pulmonary rhythm reveals
two things; yes -
I have a heart
I ‘m not dead

Lifeless eyes don’t
always display
the picture correctly

sometimes dead air time
occurs while technical
difficulties are fixed.

 

[_Land]

OJO’S DE AZUL

SWIMMING IN TAHITI OCEAN BLUES
BASKING IN THE WARMTH, RADIANT
UNAWARE OF THE EXPANDING
MASS OF THE DARK WHIRLPOOLS
THAT SUCK ME, TO THE DEPTHS

UNDISCOVERED CREATURES DO EXIST
AMAZING, BEAUTIFUL, AND FEARFUL
I AM TORN BETWEEN THE PLAYFUL
DOLPHINS AND HUNGRY SHARKS

WONDER WHICH ONE YOU FEED

 

[Rybka]

OJO’S DE AZUL

SWIMMING IN TAHITI OCEAN BLUES
BASKING IN THE WARMTH, RADIANT
UNAWARE OF THE EXPANDING
MASS OF THE DARK WHIRLPOOLS
THAT SUCK ME, TO THE DEPTHS

UNDISCOVERED CREATURES DO EXIST
AMAZING, BEAUTIFUL, AND FEARFUL
I AM TORN BETWEEN THE PLAYFUL
DOLPHINS AND HUNGRY SHARKS

WONDER WHICH ONE YOU FEED

Have you read the poem mentioned in my signature line?

Regards,                       Rybka

 

[_Land]

Several times I enjoy it !

what did you think of this one?

Have you read the poem mentioned in my signature line?

Regards,                       Rybka

 

[Cordelia]

I'm not sure if this is the right place for this.....

Blurry White Show

place your senses, on me
feel-
pulmonary rhythm reveals
two things; yes -
I have a heart
I ‘m not dead

Lifeless eyes don’t
always display
the picture correctly

sometimes dead air time
occurs while technical
difficulties are fixed.

Land,

After I re-read this for the seventh time, I realized I'd better tell you how delightful I found this image.

Only a couple of comments on this. I was brought short by the comma after "senses" as it puts in a mental pause that seemed awkward. If you want a pause there, I suggest putting "on me" in its own line. Otherwise, drop the comma. Also, I felt the word "correctly" was superfluous. Unless there was a message you wanted to get across that eluded me.

But this is a marvelous poem. I can't stop reading it!

Thanks for sharing your thoughts,



Cordelia

 

[Rybka]

Several times I enjoy it !

what did you think of this one?

Originally posted by _Land
OJO’S DE AZUL

SWIMMING IN TAHITI OCEAN BLUES
BASKING IN THE WARMTH, RADIANT
UNAWARE OF THE EXPANDING
MASS OF THE DARK WHIRLPOOLS
THAT SUCK ME, TO THE DEPTHS

UNDISCOVERED CREATURES DO EXIST
AMAZING, BEAUTIFUL, AND FEARFUL
I AM TORN BETWEEN THE PLAYFUL
DOLPHINS AND HUNGRY SHARKS

WONDER WHICH ONE YOU FEED

I think the theme is quite similar (though mine was set in the Caribbean ). - I would only make technical comments. Should "OJO'S" have the apostrophe or just be the plural?
"TAHITI OCEAN" or "SEA"?
"BLUES" relating to color, emotion and/or music?
"RADIANT" who or what?
" THAT SUCK ME," do you really want the comma?

Keep writing for us. We all enjoy your work.


Regards,                       Rybka

 

[_Land]

Cordelia, yes its the right place to do this
this is almost the only place you will find my poetry on Lit, i quit posting because Some of the poetry I write is better viewed without some gal shoving her fist all the way in..........
ok, all of my poems..... I am tickled that you enjoyed this poem so much, the one thing i miss from posting is the feedback, althoug it is encouraging to see that people keep coming to this thread just to read what im writing on occasion


Also, you are correct about the comma. i need to cut it out......as for correctly, Eyes always display a picture, but not alway the right one...... SOmetimes we smile when we want to cry!

not sure what else i could use instead of correctly>



Thank you, _N

 

[_Land]

Rybka, im not real familiar with espanol technical language
but as far as ocean or sea, it was in reference to the vast blue of her eyes so i used ocean, and the color reminded me of the Tahiti water's color!
that also answers the next question
The use of Radient was supposed to be a "feeling" but did it come across that way? better idea?
and , i have, been just, a little comma happy, as of late.


It gives my heart joy to know that ya all still come in here to see what I write. Sometimes I check the views to see if anyone cares what old Land has been writing about....... People have been real shy of posting in this thread...... but it is just an open thread......
Thanks for stoping in and sharing your thoughts, it is encouraging


_N

I think the theme is quite similar (though mine was set in the Caribbean ). - I would only make technical comments. Should "OJO'S" have the apostrophe or just be the plural?
"TAHITI OCEAN" or "SEA"?
"BLUES" relating to color, emotion and/or music?
"RADIANT" who or what?
" THAT SUCK ME," do you really want the comma?

Keep writing for us. We all enjoy your work.


Regards,                       Rybka

 

[Lauren Hynde]

in&out

Rybka, im not real familiar with espanol technical language
but as far as ocean or sea, it was in reference to the vast blue of her eyes so i used ocean, and the color reminded me of the Tahiti water's color!

_N

Ojos de Azul (eyes of blue)

 

[_Land]

Quandry

My woe, is me
indecisive bastard
size thirteen
stumbling blocks

face flat star search
to see which one is mine
someone is flying the bird
around my head

tweet tweet twit
I should just use velcro
but might save face
if I learned to tie my shoes

 

[_Land]

Dry

Stand under this cloud of rain
soak up all the drops
save them as if they were precious, heavy in worth.

Behave childlike, in moments of folly
Folk around these part are used to it, your crazy
brand of values, smiling at thunder as if it were some
canned joy, opened like a box of cheer.
Choke back the rain as if you could
stave the coming floods.

Count all these trials, joyful triumph
Soak up all the drops
Hand them to me, for I am parched and they are gold.

 

[_Land]

sijo

Dark childhood memories like midnight waves,
drift aimlessly ashore

Lighthouse gives it’s swath of guidance no more,
where are you Mom and Dad?

Reflections of past advice,
like pale moonlight lead me on the path

 

[_Land]

Faith

say prayers to an unwanted God,
spiteful yes, but who else will listen

understanding, nowhere

his ears seem stone
but at least they are ears

better now ?
not really, but the pressure
seems lessened by this mundane task

and still hope exists
in a remembered relationship

 

[_Land]

Second Thought

whisps of nothing reside,
nipped and tucked between
brownie buttons of self worth
seconds when doubt is omnipotent
ruling us as God

like fog fade
burnt off
with the premonition

that I am
better than this

 

[_Land]

Moments......
thats all they are
not one is worth more
and why?

wind whispers slower then life
speaking softly, in a throaty way
of time, or eternity
perhaps both

and then it is gone

 

[_Land]

Recycled

Thrown out, as trash should be
Tarnished. Misused.
battered, dinged, dented,
cracked in a spot or two.

Once a trophy,
It was worn like a medal won in battle
Polished. Proud.
shining like the gleam
of newborn eyes.

Tossed
Unwanted. Unneeded.
no longer desirable
into the bin at the street

Picked up by one in need
Ooohed. Ahhhed.
over discovery of such a fine treasure,
dust wiped off with gentle strokes.

Refurbished
Pretty. Perfect.
The marks of character.
Distinguished. Desirable.

One persons disdained trash,
re-born in the eyes of another
deemed useful.
Priceless.