Archive for November 2013

(11) – Love me   Leave a comment

(11) – Love me

Love me
the only way
you know how

Love me
the only way,
you know how

Love me,
the only way,
you know how

Love me,
the only way
you know how

.
.
.

You want to make love, to me?
You, want to make love to me!
You want to make love to me.

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Posted 29/11/2013 by DarKarsean in Musing, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

(12) – the 7 eleven   Leave a comment

(12) – the 7 eleven

she sits on the pavement outside the 7 eleven, I’ve seen her before, but today she looks different, she asks for money, some change, I look inside myself before I look inside my pocket, I’ve given her money at other times when maybe she was not as well as she is today, I’ve seen her screaming and yelling at no one I could see, do I give this evening because of how she looks or because of how I feel, am I looking down my nose at her or looking up at her strength in surviving no matter how she feels, or is it because of my guilt because I don’t do enough, won’t do enough, don’t give enough, cash or a damn, I reach out with my hand to hers, small change or small comfort, giving her some money and as she says thanks I say “take care” and turn away to stand at the traffic lights.

I hear her voice as she says, “you take care too”.

Posted 26/11/2013 by DarKarsean in Musing, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

(14) – Sleep   Leave a comment

The shadows dance slowly around my room, chased by a slow, ever turning ceiling fan.
Outside the bedroom window it is dark, quiet enough to hear night time creatures scurry.
In the distance the mating sound of a koala bear overdubs the mating sound from midnight car hoons – both out to impress the opposite sex.
The bed calls.
Sprawled across the queen size bed, my body will sleep until the first ray of sunrise slips silently into the bedroom.
Sleep is not to be measured in hours or minutes but in the spaces between my heart beats – that dimension between living and dying, between breathing and not.
Dreams or nightmares, loneliness or loving, which will it be tonight.
Sleep
sleep
…..

Posted 23/11/2013 by DarKarsean in Musing, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

(16) – One Day in Your Arms   Leave a comment

(16) – One Day In Your Arms

One day in this life one day in your arms just one day is all I can ask one day before time one day before death I may depart before you though I fear you will leave first just one day one day in your arms before you go. It’s the dream the dream that will never be and my dream of just one day one day that you would hold me just one day one day in your arms this is my penance for the things I have done and I will never experience that one day in your arms. The music I’ve held forever in this mind the fate of life and times of holding your body in my arms one day one day in your arms there are some things you should never know stay away from me stay away from my dreams one day one day in your arms.

Posted 17/11/2013 by DarKarsean in Musing, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

(17) – On Anniversaries   Leave a comment

(17) – On Anniversaries

On anniversaries she writes letters
penned with salted tears and the
quills of luckless ravens

broken needle of phonograph

Her feelings of pain and loss
rise and float then sink in link
with phases of the moon and tides

bodkin carved names in dying trees

The years are many, 3 by 10 and more
she has her own Remembrance Day
he knows nothing to remember

puncture scars surround her heart

Secrets told were secrets nonetheless
shock and awe were not just words of war
in love, as painful as a bayonet charge

the mountains in his heart fall

Naivety and youth combined to
produce many years of pain
but the past can not be changed

his pulse stabs a sharpness

On anniversaries she wrote letters
but none were ever sent for it was
the secret of her heart to hold

For him now with the secret told
comes guilt, on anniversaries
he writes letters

Posted 14/11/2013 by DarKarsean in Musing, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

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(18) – The Names of our Existence   Leave a comment

These are the names of our existence
that roll too easy off twisted tongue
we ignore their true meanings

Dictator, faker, despot, politician
greed, god, greed, good, greed
war, death, starvation, profits

These are the spoken words of ages
so many hold powers where none should belong

These are the names of my existence
that never roll off my tongue for
I am too scared to shout them out

Artist, philosopher, poet, friend
share, peace, sharing, peace, share
spirituality, wellness, home

These are also spoken words of ages
yet many hold powers that we never use

Our words are not stolen from us, we give
them up freely when we do not use them

Where one clan sings of power in twisted words
we are the ones who should translate the truth

Of those that try to control our existence
they cannot change what are absolute truths

These are the words of ages
Let them speak

Posted 11/11/2013 by DarKarsean in Musing, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

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(19) – Old Mans Whispers   2 comments

(19) – Old Mans Whispers

I am old mans whispers waiting
I am yesterdays dreams living todays illusion
I am fool waiting for the time of now to replace the time of past
I hear the wind touch the black of life’s bitumen and I ignore
Ii is only fair after all – it ignores me
I am old mans dream

I am old mans whispered speech
I am shattered light brushing away the tears
I am man who should know better but doesn’t care
I hear the voice of conscience and ignore
Who listens to ugly old men
I am old mans portrait

I am old mans whispers drowning
I am old man with nothing to prove
I am demented dreamer wanting to prove it all
I hear the laughter of other and close my ears
Am I crying out or miming
I am megaphone

I am old mans whispering soul
I am old man who does not know what to believe
I am old man, I am old man, I am old man
I hear those ‘other’ voices calling out within
Humming I can still hear them
I am old man demented

I am old mans whispers
I am old man sleeping
I am old man walking alone
I hear myself age but without dignity
The trees sing me
I am old man

Posted 08/11/2013 by DarKarsean in Musing, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

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