The ramblings and photography of a genderfluid maniac and poet. Photography and poetry by Amanda Barnabe. 2004-
Tuesday, May 17, 2016
Portrait
Phoenix
I'm every mothers nightmare.
There's no taming the tempest,
I see shackles
I disappear.
Rise up in my face and roar
scream and push,
show me that rage and rain.
I know who you really are
and I secure your heart
in the cradle of my brain.
Everyone's tangled in love's chase,
as my whole world shifts.
Today's the loneliest day of the year,
all the love inside me slips.
With the roof open to the stars
I'm on that twilight ride,
remembering past lifetimes
and effigies of those who died.
The gossip's I'm a bad influence.
The truth's I nurture the nature I see.
Save some face
keep safe,
you'll never find something else like me.
Sunday, May 15, 2016
You Will
Here
Friday, April 1, 2016
Monday, March 21, 2016
Truths
The Return of Mr. Badger
Monday, March 14, 2016
Song of Sam
Heather's Song
Saturday, March 12, 2016
Broken Lullaby
“I may have failed but I loved you from the start”
I write you letters
that you’ll never return
and tiger lilies dry in the sun
withering under
the piercing rays prying
at the doors of their life.
I miss you.
Your laugh rips my heart out
as it lingers like a riled spector
moving through my body.
I don’t think I’ll ever
be without you again,
which is ironically
what I’ve always wanted.
I am in love with you
but I can’t see you
so I have to get out of this city.
I will miss her
but she did me wrong,
so I’m walking away
with my back against the rain.
I had to be broken apart,
ripped down to nothing
but a pulse, lifeblood, and bones
and I am unashamed.
But I’ll always love you,
you’re my weakness, my inspiration,
and my addiction,
my pride, my joy, the love of my life,
and you are my fatal affliction.
Love is More
Tempest
Sunday, March 6, 2016
Control
Saturday, March 5, 2016
Swinging
Friday, February 19, 2016
The Thing About Amanda is...
Friday, December 18, 2015
Pushing Ivory
Rosemary Ave
There’s a tearstained piece of paper,
blowing aimless in the wind,
Wasteful as the countless tales
You hear of love that doesn’t win.
To me that you wander
like a tremor in my heart.
This is why I wonder if
each soul has a plan and a part?
I’ve basked on center stage.
I’ve waited in the wings,
pulling velvet curtain ropes
as I listened to DC sing.
All is fair in love and war,
we play our lives like lyre from Hell.
In those songs we spin the whole world
Be I angel or devil?
Who can tell?
Inside myself I walk two roads;
heart and mind in separate directions.
My soul lingers everywhere,
with wicked seeds to it’s own destruction.
A broken heart left me weak and shaken
my calloused hands too numb to reach and grip.
I have sucking chest wounds steal my breath,
Her eyes alone could launch ten thousand ships.
To crawl bare belly along this floor,
to gasp and choke on every breath
I hope it is all fear leaving the body,
I fear not life nor shame nor death.
Speak no evil and share no blues,
you swear that’s life long resolution.
Leave no traces but touch the few,
I still think we could’ve had a revolution.
Missing without being missed back
is a devil with no name.
Blood rushing, I hear my heartbeat,
you’d never guess what I became.
Star light star bright,
there will be no tears tonight.
I do wish someone’d tell me though
that no matter what,
it’’s going to be alright.
Burn Away
Fly Away
Won’t you feel sorry for me, Jesus?
Won’t you send me down my peace?
My hands are sore and frozen
When will the racing madness cease?
6:00 PM has rolled me over,
I suppose I’ve passed another day.
I’m giving up on rites and worship
on my knees so long it hurts to pray.
I’ve been caught up in the rapture.
I’ve been crushed like a tin can by the pain.
I lived through the anxious nights
marred by solitude and cobalt rain
I walked across the graveyard,
outside of St. Alban’s church alone.
It secured me safe passage
for thy without sin cast the first stone.
I miss my young hands
I miss my young face,
and I can not keep warm
in change’s tight embrace.
As this time of trouble
goes on and on for days
I find my strength in knowing
that I can simply fly away.
Won’t you understand me, Jesus,
hold my hand down this long pier?
There’s a silver angel near my heart
and there’s Delilah in my hair.
Won’t you hold me, Jesus?
when I fly away from here?
The storm’s fury blows it all away
and everything seems clear.
I walk out to the river and I listen for the thunder,
my body starts to shiver and I feel myself go under.
Jesus, won’t you pay attention?
Jesus, won’t you save the day?
I deserve less than what you gave me,
so now’s the time to fly away.
Thursday, December 17, 2015
NW Ponderosa
Prepare for the blades of Heaven,
calm yourself the night has come.
You’re living and dying
all the years you live
So yes, it all has just begun.
This cool Sunday night is passing
quick like water through my hands.
The sanction I find in your laughter
starts like a pinprick
then the ripples span.
You move me like the roaring thunder.
You shake me like a crashing wave.
This is the apex of my survival,
the saints are singing “Amazing Grace”.
Until they close that coffin
I’ll be my mother fucking self.
I’m a white tiger on the prowl
with my blueprints and my health.
And I wish not to be who I am not.
I’m to old to be under lock and key
maybe that’s calling the kettle black
but no one tells me how to be.
Have a love bigger than an ocean.
Don’t regret drifting a world apart.
Find that will that’s stronger than emotion
and find enough room in your heart.
You might have to be extra forgiving
and everything could go wrong
but if helter skelter were tomorrow
I need you to be super strong.
Go rest against me and sigh,
it’s such a long journey
will we ever arrive?
Make my road an adventure
aim far; we’re looking for distance.
After all we are going
the less certain path of greater resistance.
That burning sphere is sinking fast,
how longer will the illumination last?
Johnny Cash song’s wafts through the screen door
as tiny ovals burn out of existence tonight.
Right now I want to be somewhere I adore
dancing, laughter, and lilies
on a mid August night.
You move me like the roaring thunder.
You shake me like a crashing wave.
This is the apex of my survival,
the saints are singing “Amazing Grace”.












