To understand that not
believing in or belonging to
anything demanded a kind
of faith and buoyancy.
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!
Is it poetry?
Beats me.
Maybe all truth is poetic if you have the ears to listen.
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To understand that not
believing in or belonging to
anything demanded a kind
of faith and buoyancy.
Dylan always gets me.
Incarnate Devil
Incarnate devil in a talking snake,
The central plains of Asia in his garden,
In shaping-time the circle stung awake,
In shapes of sin forked out the bearded apple,
And G-d walked there who was a fiddling warden
And played down pardon from the heavens' hill.
When we were strangers to the guided seas,
A handmade moon half holy in a cloud,
The wisemen tell me that the garden gods
Twined good and evil on an eastern tree;
And when the moon rose windily it was
Black as the beast and paler than the cross.
We in our Eden knew the secret guardian
In sacred waters that no frost could harden,
And in the mighty mornings of the earth;
Hell in a horn of sulphur and the cloven myth,
All heaven in the midnight of the sun,
A serpent fiddled in the shaping-time.
Dylan Thomas
...I've been Ayn Randed and nearly branded
A communist
cause I'm left handed
And that's the hand I use, well...
Never mind.
Man..
I knew a man whose brain
was small
Couldn't think a nothin'
at all
He wasn't like
you and me
He didn't dig
poetry
Man...
he was so unhep
When you said Dylan
He thought
you was talking bout
Dylan Thomas
(whoever he was!)
The man
Ain't
Got
No
Culture
What is love?
That touch on my cheek from your smooth lips,
A smile on your face,
That opens my heart,
To a starry night,
With us side to side,
Together in our thoughts,
The cinnamon on my cappuccino,
You are to me,
Always there to wake me up,
You are love,
If you want to be.
Dark,
My eyes pierced by sorrow,
A cascade of tears,
A beacon to the pain in my heart,
Like a river it flows,
Driven by the gravity of failed dreams,
Betrayal,
A simple spell,
To melt my mind,
And drive my heart,
To consume me,
To make me say,
Where is the light?
Friendship
And a youth said, "Speak to us of Friendship." . . .