If my eyes are full of stars Forgive me, love. This swell of sinew in my heart Squeezes magic through my veins With each breath I take Thinking of you, warm and laughing. My once resolve to neverlove Is so many ashes in the seabreeze, For eager puppy I Can only long for another look [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Magic’
Realized
Posted: October 18, 1995 in PoetryTags: Bones, Dreams, Earth, Eye, Fire, Flowers, Genie, Horse, Imagination, Magic, Mirror, Naked, Night, Power, Sleep, Snow, Story, Water
Three nights I have lain awake Storming through half-sleep dreams And possibilities, thoughts, Mental magical carpets, Half real, half realized; Doors half opened and swinging Smooth computers peripherally Analyzing and verifying Believing yet incredulous Of the panoramic impossibility. The stark lightning of imagination Energized and rampantly naked; Leaping obstacles with merry, nimble feet Barely touching [...]
Forgive Yourself for Evolving
Posted: March 16, 1995 in PoetryTags: Adam, Animal, Belief, Dream, Dwarf, Elf, Eve, Faerie, Fruit, God, Home, Imagination, Life, Love, Magic, Man, Power, Satan, Story
Perhaps my only true loves Are those that are inanimate, Or are animated soley by my Magical imagination. They love me like a god – I give them life, they give me Love without strings attached. They could attach their strings If they ate from that forbidden fruit That Adam and Eve partook of. But [...]
Introducing the Muse
Posted: December 7, 1994 in PoetryTags: Beauty, Drum, Eye, Flesh, Flowers, Heart, Kiss, Magic, Soul, Sound, Spell, Spirit
I wonder, as the Poet, if you care what I say here; these words may only be patterns or statistics to you. The appreciation is when organs move – some passing of spirit through your flesh, a Magick spell which, uttered, or even read, evokes a thump on the heart-drum or a tangle of the [...]
THIS BRIGHT LIGHT
Posted: December 7, 1994 in PoetryTags: Bones, Closet, Coffee, Dr. Seuss, Eye, Fire, Flesh, Grasshopper, King, Light, Magic, Night, Red, Shadow, Vampire, Wish
Ah, this bright light – I was a closet Vampyre, dancing on cardboard tombstones with flexible skeletons who beat chopsticks on overturned Folger’s coffee cans – it shrivels the flesh and weakens the bones. I’ve heard of the process of aging before, from people older than I (that was all that mattered back then), but [...]
Treaty
Posted: August 23, 1994 in PoetryTags: Ape, Believe, Black, Blue, Death, Dream, Eye, Flowers, Hate, Heart, Human, Imagination, Laugh, Life, Light, Love, Magic, Man, Mind, Mirror, Sea, Space, White, Wink
I’ve hated myself for so long for other people other opinions, other lives: here goes my hair – look in the mirror, watch your steely blue eyes wink: lighthouses to steer ships by. Bring them home. Home is the sailor, home from the sea, and the hunter, home from the hill. home to your heart. [...]
Candle Flickers
Posted: May 25, 1994 in PoetryTags: Angel, Believe, Candles, Children, Fountain, God, Human, Love, Magic, Man, Night, Science, Woman
a candle can move its shadows like the magic of an angel if you believe that it might be so. one word one attempted explanation and it’s war so I give up, keep my mouth shut and rot from the inside out. page after page of meaningless meaning to myself tonight to forget tomorrow to [...]
A Plea for Relaxation
Posted: February 17, 1994 in PoetryTags: Believe, Closet, Frog, God, Happy, Light, Magic, Science
People treat themselves like natural resources (yes we are as part of the ecosystem – we can be useful) but expenditure like the burning of a ton of coal to light one lightbulb? I ask if this is necessary; there is a chorus of affirmatives from the millions who know no better, who know nothing [...]
The Cataclysm of the Mirror
Posted: November 17, 1993 in PoetryTags: Angel, Anger, Beast, Believe, Bird, Blood, Cigarette, Fire, Fly, Glasses, Godzilla, Hope, Lightning, Magic, Mirror, Vomit
I’m looking at myself in the mirror and wondering who the fuck I am – wire-rim glasses, two day old growth of beard; cigarette dangling from my lower lip. FUCKING POETRY – I’ve been gone so long, writing to myself, watching my pen bleed from word to word across the page, tasting every letter, thinking [...]
Santa Claus
Posted: November 10, 1993 in PoetryTags: Alcohol, Child, Devil, Dreams, Imagination, Knife, Magic, Night, Promise, Road, Santa Claus, Sleep, Song, Wine, Women
Between the Devil and the deep blue sea there is me and a bottle of Smirnoff™ Vodka destined to drown me in Davy Jones’ Locker. The pursuit of happiness, wine, women, and song goes on like the road that never ends, so long that it sends itself laughing away ‘till you’re lost lonely and livid [...]
Untitled Poem # 159
Posted: April 25, 1993 in PoetryTags: Heart, Magic, Mind, Smile, Time, Untitled
the heart is a marvellous thing. it does not think with logic – it “thinks’ in magic so your mind usually takes a bit of time to justify what your heart says is right. meanwhile your heart is smiling and has its arms crossed over its chest, very comfortable especially if you’ve listened.
Dazzled Dizzy
Posted: April 6, 1993 in PoetryTags: Angel, Beautiful, Dawn, Dolphin, Fly, Hope, Joy, Laugh, Magic, Water
I have no gilded card to send, no quill to write beautiful words that still say I’m so sorry. sometimes the daybreak dazzles me dizzy but it has never been as beautiful as you, Dawn. and what have I done? crushed the wings of an angel like brushing powder from a moth’s; I only wanted [...]
Struck Dumb
Posted: January 28, 1993 in PoetryTags: Beauty, Blue, Dreams, Drums, Faith, Magic, Mind, Ocean, Sea, Sky, Water
sometimes things will strike me, strike me, strike me solid with a beautiful thought. I thought that all these things were really real but now I’ve blinked and they’re not. that’s just my lack of faith, of faith, of faith in what I truly believe. I believe in the movement of drums in this music [...]
Untitled Poem #143
Posted: January 21, 1993 in PoetryTags: Child, Circle, Magic, Mirror, Ocean, Sky, Untitled, Wind
sometimes it all comes full circle: a beautiful sky that you can’t see the end of in any direction; even the ocean mirrors me in its watery face. I believe in it all now, the magic of the things nobody sees, of the things children tell us; the wind remembering who I am.
A Dream of a Ship
Posted: November 9, 1992 in PoetryTags: Believe, Bones, Dream, Eye, Magic, Mother, Night, Ocean, Rock, Ship, Sky, Stars, Tears, Water
I sag into my bonds, bound to this wooden chair with water from my eyes six inches deep on the floor. I feel all alone on a ship gently rocking, back and forth, water rolling, sighing from bulkhead to bulkhead. my head is down and my hair is in my face but if I was [...]
I have always wanted a telescope To drag to a high place to see a star Or two, rubbing my cold hands together And shivering with my breath down around My shoulders, waiting for the chance to sight A poet, Robert Frost and friend, themselves Looking through their star-splitter for a glimpse Of something magic, [...]
Imitations of Izumi no Shikibu
Posted: May 1, 1991 in PoetryTags: Blood, Death, Frog, Light, Magic, Moon, Mountains, Sky
Shikibu Imitation One (serious Buddha remix) the mountains at the edge of the moon shine wetly. they have the viscosity of freshly spilled blood. the mountains have been torn and thrown down from the sky. they sit still, meditating, slowly settling in the mud. Shikibu Imitation Two (silly dance version) I am a mountain showered [...]
Joe and the Magic Thanckx
Posted: April 10, 1991 in PoetryTags: Cat, Eye, Joe, Los Angeles, Magic, Smoke
yes, please. I would very much enjoy drawing your magic green herbal reagent deep into the capillaries of my lungs. I appreciate the sparkle in your eyes as you pass to the left. do you know you are wreathed in your own smoke, curling like a cat around your shoulders. yes, please. the magic is [...]
O little bag of magic rocks: keep me safe from scaly hands and claws under my bed. keep them away, those unseen things, that lurk in the holes in my head.
Hopes and Dreams
Posted: December 11, 1990 in PoetryTags: Boy, Dream, Dreams, Gold, Heart, Hope, Imagination, Joy, Love, Magic, Michael, Purple, Time, Trees
There once was a little boy Who had dreams which danced behind his eyes Of magic golden cities, People merry under purple skies; The trees and hills behind his house Where the young boy used to play Would welcome him joyously Into their arms most every day. The boy would lay for hours Watching people [...]
Stick Man and Rock Man
Posted: November 17, 1990 in PoetryTags: Beach, Magic, Man, Rock, Sand, Stick, Woods
I remember stealing through the woods admiring the trees all the while catching a magic glimpse of you dancing alone with a smile. walking along a seaweeded beach, I play in the sand with you. I build you castles for your delight then walk home with sand in my shoes.
Why? Why does it have to be this way? When the fabric of my mind is beginning to fray Like a bolt of lightning, straight from above I ask myself, do I deserve your love? Why? Why is it always like this? We laugh, we argue, we fight, we kiss. I can’t believe it, that [...]
The mystical smoke entwined itself Around the gnarled boles Forming the legs of the vast giants Which towered above the leafy floor Of the timeless forest. Eminating from three gold braziers Intricately and craftily carved, The mist and odor of incense Wafted through the boughs Of the ageless forest. A leaf free triangle Marked at [...]
