VAL'S POEMS
Hey man
Who smacked your head
Who cracked your mirror eye
Taught you to cry
With pain
For pain's sake?
Hey man
Who sucked your sound
Who fucked your inner soul
Taught you the role
Of hate
For Hate's sake?
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Here I stand
One finger of one hand up my nose
Contemplating
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I sleep in mirrors
where reflections of yestermoment
kiss, tender, featherlight,
down the primrose slope of my body's dreaming,
where fingers, tender, loversweet,
smooth down the trembling skin of my body's yearning.
Waking,
the eye in the palm of my hand
reaches
to read the heat of your soul's pages and
reaffirm you.
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Sunshimmer mirage words
Build illusions in my desert
Where tomorrows run inversions
Layering solar heat.
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When scream rolling time
Swallows your mind
Just let your fingers shake it
For you sure know how to fake it
To another kind.
Ok
That's fine,
Just lay on my line
And breathe.
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Tossing pebbles one by one
into the mirror of the sun
bright circles come to blindly maze
to bring the solar one who says
let me lead you down love's way
and oh, he fills my empty autumn day
with secret songs of vibrant spring
that still my innocent questioning
til jealous clouds erase his guise
leaving behind a sad surprise
of echo space where he had been
a dreaming that my eyes had seen
when tossing pebbles one by one
into the mirror of the sun's
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I
Watch your flame limned body sway
against the moonbright sea.
But you are not for me
manchild, of honey mouth and silken thighs.
I sigh,
the place where limb joins limb
is just enough to cup
in a gentle hand which seeks to sup
your dance of spring.
I
watch your supple body move.
I
pour another glass of wine.
Tonight my arms will twine
with naught but empty winter dreams.
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What venom blinded your eye
what fang excised your fluent tongue
what claw, leading you to that dark edge
let you fall
voiceless?
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I touch a hungry mouth
to the heat between your thighs.
My feasting tongue
elicits
trembling response.
Your cry
fills my hollow spaces.
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I reach my hand
but cannot touch,
I reach my arms
but cannot hold.
No kiss, no taste,
no scent, no shape.
On the blackridge crest I cry your name,
but no star comes.
The frost wind mourns
and
it's song is death.
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They cannot hear
this gentle man
this peaceful man
weeping at their false truths.
Yet they can touch,
with sticks and stones to break my mortal bones
then my heart.
Oh yes.
They can touch.
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I ain't got the eyes no more
to see where living leads.
I ain't got the eyes.
I chase moondreams flowing
over starscapes knowing
there will ever be in sight
but imagos of night.
The amethyst eye has closed in my mind.
The brittle and unkind
greys of mono living
have blinded visionary giving.
I ain't got the eyes no more.
I ain't got the tongue no more
to sing where living leads.
I ain't got the tongue.
I chase the song singing
over cloudscapes winging
knowing I will ever hear
(as I bear the hear. ???? )
Fragile chords have muted to near oblivion.
The once sweet carillon
decayed to threnody
a poignant haunt of life's melody.
I ain't got the tongue no more.)
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Quantum mechanics, now there's a thought
I said, as once again I sought
an answer to those visions queer
that fall on me from skies so clear.
Prancing electrons, forward and back
in time. Maybe there my lack
of comprehension will be cured,
my linear world ensured;
this me, stretching from birth to death,
this multitude of eager breaths
progressing through the instant Nows
whose future dreams show all the Hows
but not the bloody Where's or When's.
Yes. Precognition is the topic.
Quantum mechanics, microscopic
I said, as though the litany
would force enlightenment on me.
For if electrons hard collisions -
under scientific supervisions
of course - can force that little chap
backwards in time for one whole lap
or even forward to a future clime,
what now for the stately pace of Time
if, in it's macrocosmic scale,
events can quite serenely sail
back and forth, like bloodly pendulums?
Then, dear Einstein. Relativity
is relative old quark, quoth he
as, demonstrating that ticking faces
show differing times in differing places
according to their rates of motion,
shattered my singular hopeful notion
that possibly, one day, I might
travel beyond the speed of light
to universal shores. But, alas,
I'm afraid that cosmic increase in mass
would give me relative heart failure.
Yet, faster than light still holds a lure.
Won't someone prove him bloody wrong, then?
But, quantum mechanics pokes the eye
of dear old Al, that brainy guy
who thought his thoughts and dreamed his dreams
which showed him all the cosmic schemes
en masse. For his vision was too particular,
his eye too centrally lenticular,
where minute particles (those building blocks
of building blocks that as the cosmos busily tocks
so quietly ticks away beneath it all
emitting manifold effects we call
matter and time, growth and decay)
are concerned. It is they who give tomorrow today
and not predestiny dreams. Damn the bloody quantum!
Madam Zaza is out of a job.
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You live your life to a differing time
where the brightness of your being is the only crime
why disenchanted voices with their jealous mime
dischord all your dreamings into splinter rhyme
and drag you ever deeper to their colourless lands
stop you reaching for your light with tomorrow hands
loosing yesterday's lost to ensnare your feet
in lightless clay where the birthgraves meet
the voiceless voices of the broken sane
who live by the dark's incestuous gain
and suck you ever lower with their inconsistant lies
of monstrous intent that rip you screaming from your highs
and pull you ever deeper into their stagnant NOW
where you cannot find escaping anywhere, any how,
though you bleed for the right to be free
though you plead for your right just to be
what you are on that screen in your cinematic mind
but their greyness needs to fuck you to their kind
to blind your solar eyes and plug your radar ears
to choke your cosmic tongue with their reguritated fears
to tie both your comet feet with dreary monochrome
trapping you in shadow until the anal monotone
pulsing in the dark with the hatred of the pack
draining you of essence as they burrow on your back
makes you yield to the rhythm of their defecating beat
and you move with the tempo of synchronous defeat
and no more live your life to a differing time
where the brightness of your being was the only crime
why disenchanted voices with their jealous mime
dischorded all your dreamings into splinter rhyme.
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Tender moments
passed into dream reflections
in still puddles
under midnight.
