The ramblings and photography of a genderfluid maniac and poet. Photography and poetry by Amanda Barnabe. 2004-
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Ocean
The city's gears are grinding
talk about my timing,
I'm another poet in a generation lost.
My body keeps climbing
though the unseen binding,
I hope to leave before the first frost.
Love's sweet destruction
is but an interruption,
I want to be electricity racing in the sky,
but my veiled resolve
immediately dissolves
presumed strength becomes my only disguise.
A moment's distraction
can give traction
to events never put into motion.
Papers moved
and pages smoothed,
all intentions roam back to the ocean.
Thursday, August 21, 2014
Grande Pretender
The solitary summer breeze
is kissing my pale face.
The world is singing "let it be"
because too soon it will be too late.
September sirens are returning,
I've always loved those grey winged birds,
carrying with them the chill of autumn.
When it's all under control,
out drops the bottom,
and all that's left is broken words.
Destroy me and abuse me
rip a hole and walk right through me,
leave me shaking in the streets,
and don't look back to see me.
I am the grande pretender,
singing with swallows
that are bound for the south.
I look past my window,
and I surrender
to the lyrics of the lake
that escape through my mouth.
Sunday, August 17, 2014
Walk My Mile
Ramble me away from here,
past the grieving ghostly scraps
of my soul cemetery.
Oh, devil on my shoulder
sing to me a lullaby,
burn the bridges to the ground,
and say it's all my fault.
Some love's like a murder of crows,
that scatter when you approach too fast.
They don’t make a sound.
Silence is sacred
in an unholy world.
past the grieving ghostly scraps
of my soul cemetery.
Oh, devil on my shoulder
sing to me a lullaby,
burn the bridges to the ground,
and say it's all my fault.
Some love's like a murder of crows,
that scatter when you approach too fast.
They don’t make a sound.
Silence is sacred
in an unholy world.
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Dragon
Smash the glass
and pull the lever;
sound the alarm and vanish.
Wake the world
from a shore of feathers,
fight until your heart is banished.
Pointless though the chase may be,
my feet still take to flight.
I surrender to lunar dance
and catch that elusive dragon tonight.
Stolen
Someone stole a smile from me,
under lock and key,
it’s dedicated to the past.
I decisively throw back my head
and let out a great laugh;
live the life you’ve craved,
worldly things in time do pass.
Suddenly,
I can barely hold my breath.
All the lights went out,
I’m finally scared to death.
I’m finally scared to death.
It all that’s left,
are these unrequited songs.
Maybe I’ll trip down the melodies
and maybe I’m just wrong.
I’m wrong about the time gone by
wrong about the way,
wrong about desire denied
and things other people say.
I can’t be wrong about everything,
though I act a fool;
for true love I’d do anything
but I must break every the rules.
Dagger
A dagger in Romeo’s quivering hand
summons a conference of birds on land.
I slip below an unholy grip
and my vision free falls.
The tar of the Void reaches for me
caressing my face like a God.
Go lightly.
We don’t need another hero.
We all have hidden halos
and we all have hidden horns.
We get high on borrowed night,
before the veracious dawn is born.
So Romeo go, go
and wash your bloody hands clean;
you speak in leading questions,
because you never say what you mean...2
200.
Sane
Pampered pretending and predictable endings,
there's a face that sank a thousand ships.
Glass to the flame perfectly blending
memories linger in a bittersweet kiss.
Never complain,
never explain
and don't set your sight on perfection.
There's nothing wrong
with your pain,
life is made in mistakes and corrections.
So riddle me this and riddle me that...
Riddles riddle my obtuse brain.
There are puzzles with too many pieces,
still some of us cling to what's labled sane.
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Vices and Virtues
Pull me off like molting feathers,
lift me up and toss me to the wind.
Do whatever it is you want
I won't be passing your way again.
And it's a fine life
to just be walking through.
Lovers change
and night feels strange;
nothing else compares to you.
It's a fine time on that fine line
to be walking these streets home.
The moon wanes,
stars go insane
without vices and virtues we'd all be alone.
The Way It Is
I know what it’s like
to have a hole in your face,
living off the moment
and a fall from grace.
My mind is a million piece puzzle
scattered across the dirt.
Bridges burn at every turn
while every fiber in my body hurts.
I know the strife
I know the fury
I know what it’s like to be on that bridge.
There’s a sickness where no one sees,
so I keep on the way it is.
Temporary
What will be will be.
There's no way around eventuality.
I'm still hoping like a fool,
against all odds,
that the meeting reflections
is where life is lived
and mistakes are forgiven
because everything is temporary.
Smash a glass in your frustration,
revolt against the constellations.
Love does not leave fingerprints.
She never complains or explains;
love may not be decadent
she simply engages the imagination.
Friday, August 1, 2014
Hurricane
Sink your ship in hazardous waters,
make your voices sane.
You can crush my heart
like an old tin can.
You are a goddamn hurricane.
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
There's somethings you need to
see to believe.
You need to kick and scream and rage out loud
There's somethings you need to
see to believe.
You need to kick and scream and rage out loud
Reason,rainbows and hope
are being held ransom by the clouds.
In the razor talons of a raven
you are marked for pain
In the razor talons of a raven
you are marked for pain
your final thoughts
and forget me nots,
lay wasted and in vain.
Already
I thought I knew enough
and really had a stronger grip.
You shatter my thoughts
whether you mean to or not,
as the fabric of my universe rips.
There's scuffs on my boots
and bait on your breath;
a riddle with no true conclusion.
Why did you have to show up now
with your devilish illusion?
So let's take another ride on the carousel.
Let me see the wind in your hair.
I can hear laughter over the surf
and now we're playing truth or dare.
You dare me to keep my eyes closed
and I have to ask you "why?"
You tell me a dare's a dare
and now is not the time to be shy.
Our connection will not dissolve
No matter how long
no matter how far,
Lifetimes from now we'll be in love
because we already are.
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