Romance : An Abridged Version by DefinitiveContent, literature
Literature
Romance : An Abridged Version
She will drop another tincture in her tea
And say that it's for me.
But I know without asking
Where this conversation is going.
The hand holding is over.
Another summer in the books.
I've been reading noir all year -
Suspicious of everything.
What clued me was her breathing
Lesson learned.
Once more an abridged version
Of something like romance passes.
She will drop another tincture in her tea
And say that it's for me.
While I've known without asking
Why it wouldn't have lasted
Long enough for anything
But this -
An abrupt
Ending.
A blind man sees
Crater Lake
reading a scale model
with his hands.
The interpreter
tries to describe
the myriad of
blueish hues -
the sky's reflection
plays upon the water.
The blind man
thinks he remembers
something of the color
from childhood.
When asked
about distance -
he says he knows
from walking.
In darkness,
he doesn't mention
and smiles.
Imagining -
Beauty.
Many sad faces , & much simulated grief; also much candid joy.
At the funeral of the boy-king -
The passing of Pan
Was to the benefit of supposedly
Grown men.
Curing them at least
Of wising they were him.
Old man Hook's fear of bad form
Never troubled a lost boy before
Peter Pan's brashly boyish voice -
Cracked with the onset of puberty.
When all the Wendys in Neverland
Ceased to be ideal mothers to him
The crocodile maw -
Was fast approaching.
The passing of Pan
From boy to man
Was less like flying
And more like falling -
Falling in love.
Many sad faces & much simulated grief ;
Also much candid joy.
At the wedding of a man
Who was
Mutually satisfying weirdness
Is as rare, as love - true love.
We call it what we do because –
It doesn’t change us or who we are,
So much as strengthen us -
And the people we shall become.
Isn’t it weird, how –
Acceptance in the eyes and heart
Of someone, the right someone.
Can mean so much?
Isn’t it weird, how -
Love is the one four letter word
We all want to hear –
But is said so much less by comparison?
Mutually satisfying weirdness
Allows us a fuller kind of confidence.
A richer kind of life -
With less regrets.
To find a counterpart -
Of compatible heart
Both must be honest
About their
Wei
Towers, But Not Castles by DefinitiveContent, literature
Literature
Towers, But Not Castles
Playing with Legos on a living room floor.
He said
I will build towers – but not castles.
A twenty-first century sentiment
From an American boy, age three.
The case against castles and kingdoms –
In this country,
Was decided in a revolution.
One that gave us –
Independence.
And though he only knew his own mood –
I was moved.
To think about
The progression-
Of family structure
And its relation to antiquated architecture.
The aspiration of the tower –
The American skyscraper.
Was once, and still is,
To reach heights.
To stand tall, and stand out.
As parents – we want such things for our children.
We te
Romance : An Abridged Version by DefinitiveContent, literature
Literature
Romance : An Abridged Version
She will drop another tincture in her tea
And say that it's for me.
But I know without asking
Where this conversation is going.
The hand holding is over.
Another summer in the books.
I've been reading noir all year -
Suspicious of everything.
What clued me was her breathing
Lesson learned.
Once more an abridged version
Of something like romance passes.
She will drop another tincture in her tea
And say that it's for me.
While I've known without asking
Why it wouldn't have lasted
Long enough for anything
But this -
An abrupt
Ending.
A blind man sees
Crater Lake
reading a scale model
with his hands.
The interpreter
tries to describe
the myriad of
blueish hues -
the sky's reflection
plays upon the water.
The blind man
thinks he remembers
something of the color
from childhood.
When asked
about distance -
he says he knows
from walking.
In darkness,
he doesn't mention
and smiles.
Imagining -
Beauty.
Many sad faces , & much simulated grief; also much candid joy.
At the funeral of the boy-king -
The passing of Pan
Was to the benefit of supposedly
Grown men.
Curing them at least
Of wising they were him.
Old man Hook's fear of bad form
Never troubled a lost boy before
Peter Pan's brashly boyish voice -
Cracked with the onset of puberty.
When all the Wendys in Neverland
Ceased to be ideal mothers to him
The crocodile maw -
Was fast approaching.
The passing of Pan
From boy to man
Was less like flying
And more like falling -
Falling in love.
Many sad faces & much simulated grief ;
Also much candid joy.
At the wedding of a man
Who was
Mutually satisfying weirdness
Is as rare, as love - true love.
We call it what we do because –
It doesn’t change us or who we are,
So much as strengthen us -
And the people we shall become.
Isn’t it weird, how –
Acceptance in the eyes and heart
Of someone, the right someone.
Can mean so much?
Isn’t it weird, how -
Love is the one four letter word
We all want to hear –
But is said so much less by comparison?
Mutually satisfying weirdness
Allows us a fuller kind of confidence.
A richer kind of life -
With less regrets.
To find a counterpart -
Of compatible heart
Both must be honest
About their
Wei
Towers, But Not Castles by DefinitiveContent, literature
Literature
Towers, But Not Castles
Playing with Legos on a living room floor.
He said
I will build towers – but not castles.
A twenty-first century sentiment
From an American boy, age three.
The case against castles and kingdoms –
In this country,
Was decided in a revolution.
One that gave us –
Independence.
And though he only knew his own mood –
I was moved.
To think about
The progression-
Of family structure
And its relation to antiquated architecture.
The aspiration of the tower –
The American skyscraper.
Was once, and still is,
To reach heights.
To stand tall, and stand out.
As parents – we want such things for our children.
We te
Death An' Fermentation by DefinitiveContent, literature
Literature
Death An' Fermentation
The jailhouse is hot an' overfull.
Human-stink is somethin' awful;
'Specially with so much hate afoot.
The inmates are makin' wine in a toilet.
Ebeneezer knows of few things as certain -
As death an' fermentation.
An' he supposes men will do,
As they will do, when they are desperate;
Still, he'll not be drinking from a toilet.
A man of means,
May not remain so fortunate;
But, he'll not be made a dog.
Self-respect is a habit hard forgetting.
Ebeneezer knows of few things as certain -
As death an' fermentation.
He feels the hollow in his bones -
An' knows he ain't much longer for this hell,
Soon he's goin'
A King Goes To Court by DefinitiveContent, literature
Literature
A King Goes To Court
Men in this profession,
This tradition -
They mind their business
An' till their own graveyards.
Season after season
They build em', run em' , n leave em'.
Ebeneezer Sneed would heed the northerly wind
An' he usually stayed ahead of lawmen.
Still, the drought he knew, was uniquely true
He was an heir-less king ;
Counting hours on crooked fingers.
He'd kept his secrets in lonely contempt.
Till the silent king; screamed so loud,
That on his lone day in court -
He was held in contempt.
night hangs from a tree
in a body
that somehow became
both more and less
than just a body, became
an expendable indicator
of where and what we are,
a weather balloon, of sorts
hanging, staged
as if crashed into the treeline
instrumentation logging
compiling, yet
another garish
open-casket data set
another boy burnt
split, swollen
blown open like a flower
staged, as if purposely
nursed into the shape
of the pine box around him
night has always known
a terror in sunrise,
that of its sons
swaying in the treeline,
sunken in the quarry, or
chalked onto the sidewalk
that of its sons
with empty hands
that look like guns
in the panicked seconds
whe
you are not a constellation.
there's no brilliant cluster
pumping in your chest,
no nebulae atwist
inside your slender neck.
you don't wrap your asterism
in cosmic lace,
nor do atmospheres
feel pressure
in your veins.
you are not blinding,
are not fusion,
are not distant;
but your gravity
is dangerously
persistent.
Don't Fall In Love With A Writer by Milk-and-Pie, literature
Literature
Don't Fall In Love With A Writer
Just because they will bruise your neck with pearls of metaphors; and splash palettes of colours onto your chest with reckless waves and boundless twilight. They will smear ink onto your lips as you kiss them because that is how they leave hickeys. They are wildest in their 2 a.m. diary, and liveliest in book racks of novels; they have butterflies in every heartbeat and they breathe living poems. They leave trails in libraries and coffee shops like Hansel leaves crumbs in forest and they have undying lovers because every love story is ever living in their abyssal oceans of analogies and
I'm a writer of poetry and stories looking for inspiration. I love photography though I know next to nothing about it, I see this site as a resource for things waiting to be written. So if by chance you think one of your works could feed my addiction for enlightenment or would just like to see a man struggle to digest and interpret your artistic genius - in poetry or prose form feel free to leave a comment or send a note. thank you in advance.
My Favorite Albums of 2012
(in no particular order, or if you prefer, in the order the came to mind)
Trampled By Turtles – Stars and Satellites
First Aid Kit – The Lion's Roar
Patterson Hood (of Drive-By Truckers) – Heat Lightning Rumbles In The Distance
The Lumineers - The Lumineers
Heartless Bastards – Arrow
Cloud Nothings – Attack On Memory
Murry Hammond (of Old 97's) – I Don't Know Where I'm Going, But I'm On My Way
The Tallest Man On Earth – There's No Leaving Now
Lindsay Fuller – You, Anniversary
Mumford and Sons - Babel
Alabama Shakes – Boys & Girls
Andrew Bird – Break It Yourself
The Mountain Goats – Transcendental You
If you're a watcher of mine you may have noticed that much of my work of late has been labeled in the artist comments box as part of "A Dry Country" - or if you're just now browsing my page you may see that I've put up a featured gallery folder of said series. Now that folder does include a brief description of the project but I thought it might be a good idea to mention it here in my dA journal as well ; because the limited synopsis I've got up doesn't fully elaborate on what I'm trying to create ; nor does it explain the rather unorthodox structure in sequencing I'm using to carry the narrative. As the gallery blurb states I am hoping to se
in no particular order (because it would take too long, and is already late)
Drive By Truckers – Go Go Boots
The Joy Formidable – Big Roar
Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks – Mirror Traffic
The Mountain Goats – All Eternals Deck
Amos Lee - Mission Bell
Peter Bjorn & John – Gimme Some
Ezra Furman & The Harpoons – Mysterious Power
The Submarines – Love Notes / Letter Bombs
Yuck – Yuck
The Civil Wars - Barton Hollow
Title Tracks – In Blank
Kurt Vile – Smoke Ring For My Halo
Raphael Saadiq – Stone Rollin'
Danger Mouse & Daniele Luppi – Rome
Wilco – The Whole Love
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