these words may move you at a view
but can you see what makes them true?
you know their lines, and bends, and curves,
but can you tell what gives them verve?
all things it does encompass thus
and brings them to exist with us
my quill, outside it's arms, has naught,
but it, without my ink, is lost.
so what are words without the space?
the blank environ where they're placed.
without the void to show their form
would ever they move souls to warm?
and just the same, i see in you
the most important in plain view,
but never spyed by layman's eyes
though all around it clearly lies.
the eas'ly seen, while beautiful,
is not, to me, as
today i crushed a city block
it happened just after we talked
i bellowed loud, and off i stormed
with rage my veins had quickly warmed
but all those people's lyric screams
not music to my ears, it seems,
each crunch and squish, no cheer had brought
quite contrary to what i thought
i went to spread my misery
to share it with the whole city
but all i got was more alone
and longed to return to our home
so back i stomped into our place
and fell to knees, and your embrace
and there against your bodies heat
i heard that monster heart skip beats.
clearly, i'm not clear enough
my versions come with edges rough
and all the things i mean to say
get lost in the unclearest ways
frosted as my brain may be
crystal, my intent for thee
to have you here, close at my side
the one in which i can confide
no notion i can keep and prize
the moment i look in your eyes
those details i find cumbersome
all, that is, except for one
while all the rest are left behind
and it alone o'ertakes my mind
that one thing in this life is true
your love for me, and mine for you.
i went to see the doc today
and told him how my heart did ache
he looked at me quite quizic'ly
and said he'd run the battery
so first he scanned my thought filled mind
and found that all was working fine
your lobes are all quite right he said
then rubbed his chin and scratched his head
then next he drew my liquid rouge
and spun it in the centerfuge
to separate the good and bad
when he was done, good's all he had
confused by my apparent health
consults his total knowledge wealth
and runs a final desp'rate test
to prove he diagnoses best
he opened me at sternums site
then peered in with his bright white light
and smiling then
my full bed is half empty now
this pillow where i lay my brow
still smells like you, an isis hue
our time together, brief, now through
i put the case up to my nose
the sense through which strong mem'ry flows
just breathing in our short lived days
and sighing out our torrid ways
i sleep upon my side all night
and toss between my left or right
tonight i'll choose a diff'rent side
the one beside me where you lied
i'll find where i can smell you most
and lay with your olfact'ry ghost
tucked snug within my mental spoon
until the next months waining moon
my bed it seems is now two things
in how it dual emotions brings
first half m
never will i doubt my choice
to give my love for you a voice
ever will i spend my days
in search of new and diff'rent ways
to show you what you mean to me
that through my words my spirit's free
to speak to you in imagery
the like of which here can't be seen
in truth this is a challenge set
on field where heart and mind have met
a duel of think and feel to face
eachother as they count and pace
they turn and draw their pistols fast
each drops within the echoed blast
mind thinking he had met his fate
heart feeling he would ne'er create
as both lay in the dewy lawn
pondering where they went wrong
an idea fills them each just the
while winter lurks outside my door
still, sunshine warms me evermore.
his icy hands grab night and day
her smile melts it all away.
clutches make my blood run cold
but in her warmth i am made bold.
enough to make me brave the chill
to have my soul by her be filled.
henceforth no cold could phase me much
while wrapped in arms of solar touch.
forever i'll find home in her
the center of my world for sure.
forevermore my fate to spin
around the place my heart is in.
while some get by on pleasantries
our love's the law of gravity.
i think i found my love today
she lives within each solar ray
the sun that passeth overhead
from east to west my heart is led
each day she sets and leaves me cool
to contemplate my life as fool
returns the next to warm my skin
i wake at dawn to let her in
we spend each day in warmth and bliss
her rad'iant glow can not be missed
it lights the things i dare not see
and helps me to remember me
i looked into her heat today
and soon she took my sight away
the more i stare the less i see
all love is blind, but mine blinds me.
these words may move you at a view
but can you see what makes them true?
you know their lines, and bends, and curves,
but can you tell what gives them verve?
all things it does encompass thus
and brings them to exist with us
my quill, outside it's arms, has naught,
but it, without my ink, is lost.
so what are words without the space?
the blank environ where they're placed.
without the void to show their form
would ever they move souls to warm?
and just the same, i see in you
the most important in plain view,
but never spyed by layman's eyes
though all around it clearly lies.
the eas'ly seen, while beautiful,
is not, to me, as
today i crushed a city block
it happened just after we talked
i bellowed loud, and off i stormed
with rage my veins had quickly warmed
but all those people's lyric screams
not music to my ears, it seems,
each crunch and squish, no cheer had brought
quite contrary to what i thought
i went to spread my misery
to share it with the whole city
but all i got was more alone
and longed to return to our home
so back i stomped into our place
and fell to knees, and your embrace
and there against your bodies heat
i heard that monster heart skip beats.
clearly, i'm not clear enough
my versions come with edges rough
and all the things i mean to say
get lost in the unclearest ways
frosted as my brain may be
crystal, my intent for thee
to have you here, close at my side
the one in which i can confide
no notion i can keep and prize
the moment i look in your eyes
those details i find cumbersome
all, that is, except for one
while all the rest are left behind
and it alone o'ertakes my mind
that one thing in this life is true
your love for me, and mine for you.
u can't look e in the i's? by a3eyedstorm, literature
Literature
u can't look e in the i's?
i don't understand sometimes
the way we fight then write
the way we dictate down in lines
the content of our plight
why can we write it out
in standard metered rhyme?
but we seem to have our doubts
when it's talking time
what seems to be the issue here?
what seems to be the theme?
i want to make this very clear
this may be all a dream
and i'll wake and we'll talk then
and all will be just fine
but just in case i'd like to send
this message down your line
nothing is more precious than
the love we share right here
upon this earth maybe we can
find the voice that conquers fear
thats what it really is you see
thats where it r
i would love to tell you all
how much you mean to me
but that it just a task
that i cannot succeed
i would love to show
what it is to love so much
but it isn't something
that i transmit through touch
i might like to be
somewhere right where you are
but i don't think i will
because you're so damned far
far away within your mind
locked away within
you hold the keys to let me in
in within within
spacially we seem so close
but mentally we stand
on top of mountains far apart
valley'd by the land
the hills made by mother earth
so we stand on common ground
even though we claim our spots
on top of seperate mounds
your eyes are
tick-tock tying noose knots by a3eyedstorm, literature
Literature
tick-tock tying noose knots
life's little ironies
laughing in my face
which is the red herring
and which the truthful trace
coincidental cunning
don't read what isn't there
i'm speaking very frankly now
onlookers should beware
trying not to run away
but trapped outside my cell
i'm doing nothing wrong again
but noone can really tell
complications find us all
and we're always unprepared
to make the choice of what to kill
and what to let be spared
generally the gentleman
i laugh at what i've done
so how do i defend myself
innocence the smoking gun
now here is my confession
written out in standard rhyme
i apologize for nothing
09.11.01, a tuesday, 12:40 pm by a3eyedstorm, literature
Literature
09.11.01, a tuesday, 12:40 pm
terrorist perplexity
irrational animosity
whole loss of integrity
jesus, i can barely see
what this has done to me
observe events silently
it all unfolds so tragically
unraveling in front of me
megalomaniacal tree
of spite against the free
i watch the fearful flee
in safety of home and t.v.
unfettered by concern agreed
we all die, even me
acceptance is the only key
soon perhaps we'll all be free
as death is coming it seems
to one and all eventually
a certain ominous intensity
looms about like electricity
surging through the endless sea
affecting the beaurocracy
and in turn affecting me
so perhaps it's me you'll see
toe
Just the other day I saw you
Just the other day I made you cry
Just the other day I told you
Don't even bother telling me why
Was it a dream
Was it the nightmare
Where I'm always falling
Was it the night
That we all died
Just the other day I remembered
What it was you did to me
Then I found one of your pictures
And as it burned I felt free
Was it a dream
Was it the nightmare
Where I'm always falling
Was it the night
That we all died
Was it your fault
Why did you lie
But now I'm free from you
Now I'm free from you
After all this I'm Free
Was it a dream
Was it the nightmare
Where I'm always falling
Was it te night
Th
Current Residence: fallujah, iraq Favourite genre of music: would have to be classic rock Favourite photographer: don't know very many yet Favourite style of art: abstract water paint Operating System: technology bad MP3 player of choice: what is this mp3 thing? Shell of choice: did you notice yet? Wallpaper of choice: what i am doing? Skin of choice: the never ending cosmos Favourite cartoon character: brian griffin dog Personal Quote: hesitation gets you killed
but i'm back in the United States after 13 months in Iraq. I just formally re-enlisted for 4 more years of service to the same as a Marine, and I'm fairly cheerful about the future as far as my role in it is conerned anyway.
huzzah.
-seth.
And just like that, i've already burned through a month and a half of my 14 months out here. how about that? easy as pie. boring as watching paint dry on growing grass...but easy still.
hope everyone is doing okay...miss ya lots.
-seth.