Book Explorer: 2009

1.      Never join the lineage. I learnt that a long time ago and never forgot any of it. Most people don’t seem to understand my laws of life or don’t care to take advice from the Spaniard lady-in-waiting, but I’m still alive, aren’t I? There’s no sword at my neck and no wooden block at my chest.

 Re-vamped

POETRY

 

Poetry

Is

E motion

With

Forethought

And

Purpose

Words strung straight through the dark

 

Ignorance can't abide

Where words cast their light, yet

Understanding stumbles without meter and verse

 

Poetry pushing words to art on the wings of : ; . , " '!

Poetry that sings my heart with pride or anger

Poetry a sword without edge yet sharp with new ideas

 

With poetry I reach for your roots

This is not poetry, this is not prose, it's a prayer.  My prayer.  A humanist prayer.  I'm not religious, but these are words that burn within me.  The format is unlikely perfect, but I'm not looking for literary reviews as such.  I would rather you just concentrate on the words, and think about what they say to you.  If you want to read it in a poetic context, then that's fine, but I'm sure it's not really relevant to that style.  Maybe literal poetry, I don't know.  I have no real grasp of poetry. 

A big ass collection of all the hings I have to throw up but can't find a suitable container for. Bring an umberella.

Rolling tears tingle against
hard pressed cheeks
as we sink to the
bottom of our
miserable
spectrum.

Happiness
is lost to the
days when
hope was
handed
out like
confetti.

But when
did we give up
till the end we said
we would fight but now
the end has come
and where is
your love?

So you
left to
find the
better
times.

But they are ashes now.

Hold me

Information for the universe goes in this subcategory.

Fuck you, Budapest, for allowing me to fall in love with you.  I am madly, passionately in love with you, and I can't stand it.  It took me two weeks before I could drag myself away.  We've been apart for almost five days now, and each day the separation only gets worse.  I shambled, depressed and alone, through Venice, that most romantic of shitholes...I mean cities.  I am in Florence now, home of the most famous naked statue in the world...and not much else but rude Italians, ridiculously expensive food, and crazy driving.  It's a cheap