November 2nd - Music & Poetry
Listening to music and feeling like writing some poetry...
Listening
to Alanis Morissette - You Oughta Know
Listening to Len - Feeling Alright
Stiffled
holding
back hours
powers
too much
spinning in me
leg jostles like a small flurry
against my chair
it's my leg
my controlled stimulating tremble
anticipating
debating
aggravating
want to go out and play
no where to go
but simply can't stay
Listening to Placebo -
Slave to the wage
Listening to NIN - closer
Your
Kiss
I can remember the form of it
your lips sliding over mine
like...
when you squeeze the flesh of an avocado from it's rind
smooth tension
lubricated bliss
your kiss
I can remember the taste of it
like salted rose petals
like whispers made of flesh
like a small part of me screaming
I can
remember the sight of it
bruised and swollen pink tender lips
wet cherry tongue
teeth like promises of something more dangerous
kiss me
miss you
I remember
your kiss
and the stroke of your tongue
against the wall of my soul
inside out
in bliss
lost
enraptured
your kiss
Listening
to Coyote Shivers - Bisexual Girl
Ugly Kid Joe - Cats in the Cradle
4
corners
Some circles, have four corners
call the angels of north and south
let me smack your precious mouth
call the angels of east and west
I think you've only begun the test
Sacred
circle.. not a wiccan prayer
Not a complex enochian layer
just four corners
directions are lost
4 riders left to dance
4 riders left to chance
One,
I stand a point, connected
Two, we stand a door opened
Four, we take down the walls
convention falls...
circle flows
No one knows.
Listening
to Split Endz - Six Months in a leaky boat
Listening to Bif Naked - Twitch
Listening to Loreena McKennitt - Dante's prayer
Listening to Madonna - Impressive Instant
Trembling
I
need you
I've got you in my head now
in my blood now
in my heart now
Damn you.
Are you tough enough?
to come play with me
to stay with me
to find me
in Your head
in Your blood
in Your heart?
now?
Fuck you.
I
need you.
this is too precious
too hot
too sweet
to slip away
Don't
fumble this play...
life is too short too tight too simple
for you to play by the rules
societies tools
deluded fools
Little
children
no one said, it would be easy
the best things, never ever are
you want to sail the ocean storm
you want to climb the mountain peak
you want to taste a slice of heaven
you want to experience real love.. to reap...
yet instead you hide, hide
hide and sleep
turn
away
shut your eyes tight
you're right.
If
you wait long enough
it will all have been a dream
and when you open your eyes again
life will slip by back in it's old simple stream...
and I will be, gone.
but somewhere
I'll
still be.
needing you
having you in my head
in my blood
in my heart
and
out of your sight
I'll scream.
XOXOX
Katt