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| Wednesday, September 21st, 2005 | |
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| _8:48 pm_[aicerno] |
Philosophical Musings of a Dark and Sensual Nature: With some aspects certain to provide offense--depending on how one chooses to interpret them.Anyways:The Autumnal Equinox is a-cumin in, and summer is gone for the year; and Jess  crystalviolet35 leaves for Japan in a few days. I am sitting in Kiva Han contemplating Halloween, and life is good. The sun is out, and what a day to be kayaking... or better yet, find a creek and go skinny dipping while the water's still warm.( Part One:Collapse ) Current Mood:  thoughtful (2 Comments |Comment on this) |
| Sunday, February 22nd, 2004 | |
| _5:26 pm_[aicerno] |
Personal Safety Announcement: (Cross-posted in my personal livejournal, as well as at the clan na cathasaigh community)For all of the folks in the reading area, for the cause and safety of our hometowns; an enemy is fast encrouching. Its name is Starsucks (A term coined by my brother, and rather appropriate, given its bad food, high prices and even worse coffee).For those going to be in and around the Oakland area of Pittsburgh, there are some reasonably priced alternatives to this massive noxious weed (the Walmart of Coffee shops): The First is Kiva Han, which has two locations: Forbes Ave, and Craig Street about four shops down from Ali Babba, and Forbes and Meyran.The other coffee shop, which offers a wide variety of food as well as good coffee, is Craig Street Coffee, located in the same complex as the Irish Design Center and is half-way between Forbes Avenue and Fifth Avenue in Oakland (site of the University of Pittsburgh Main Campus, Carnegie Mellon University, Carlow College, Shadyside Academy, and Chatham College).Please get together with your friends, and find ALL the local coffee shops in your area. Go there, spend money and time as you can. Post up their locations in your websites and livejournals. Get the word out, and get them business.It is through the small delis and coffee houses, that make our communities the rich tapestries that they are. Don't let them become homogenized chains. (Comment on this) |
| _4:53 pm_[aicerno] |
Some more of my older poems: These are taken from my unpublished Anthology, "Life: What Amazing things," which also includes the poems, "Ecstasy," and "An Out of Body Experience."1. The Ship Depression:On the waves of sorrowRides the ship DepressionThe heartfelt pain of loved ones lostThose who call the sea their graveAnd rest in peace, the fish their coffinsOh the great, glorious DepressionPray for her crew but go not to helpFor with her are monstrous storms and beastsStay far away, for like a Siren she callsAnd if you heed it, then you too will join her crewOnce I had a future, a warm house and loving wifeMy life was good, my fortune madeBut then I bade the call of folk long goneNow I'm cold and wet, my bones upon the floorAnd now my soul works forever more on the rigging of the DepressionOh ye men and women allWho work the sea and landStay away if ye value freedom or lifeStay away or ye'll join the bandwho are the crew of the Ship DepressionThe Angel of Death is our Bo'sonAround the world we sailPlague, disaster, and destruction followLike a stallion follows a mare in heatLeave 'way 'fore we beat, the drum of fear and doomThe pain my wife has suffered was too great a burdenOne day when the children had grownShe left a note, they cried in vainBut she, my faithful wife, cast herself into the seaAnd now works beside me on the Ship DepressionNow ye who wish to end their misery easilyHeed this advice 'fore doing anything hastilyLife's Hell is HeavenSo think what ye doUnless you want to spend eternity on the Ship Depression (Comment on this) |
| _5:38 am_[bluemoontide] |
The Dragon killing me softlyKilling me softlyRoberta Flack sang so perfectlyIn a lilting toneKilling me softlywith her songStrumming my painYour narrow blue eyesa brash attitudehides a tender soula man in need of loveliving in an ice boxof painYou built up the barrierso long agoYou forgot the instructionsfor tearing it downI was looking for the codeit must be written in Japanesefor I am perplexedpuzzlingpassionatepurplefever rising inside of meI know youI could open youif only you'd let meI am no codebreakerI am only a womanEvethat which you rejectedlong before I met youMy apple does not poisonIt is FruitWholesomedesigned to satisfynot to isolate MAN from himselfMy dragonyou do not need breathefire upon meburn me as you have been burnedto make me like youI am like you, yet I am the otherThe foreign, the isolatethe unexplored territoryhow can you explore Herwhen you have not yetplundered yourselfPandora made a box alrightit may contain someJAWSof lifeYour darkness cloaks you from the MysteryI pray you see the lightMaybe it will not help you livebut just maybeit will keep me from death (Comment on this) |
| Saturday, February 21st, 2004 | |
| _11:15 pm_[bluemoontide] |
Known In the distant echo of a lonely nightIs heard the proverbial voices of my friendsI catch on streams of consciousness their awakeningMessages to me, but for a momentYour loss is greater than your presence You were only a loss to begin with and yetI needed you as I cannot cope with fullnessThe greater part of me only thrives on emptinessIt is more comfortable than the KnownWhen you become Known to me I am swallowedI am less of a womanI am afraid of losing what little there is of me Most of who I am is a shadow of what others need me to beBecause I am afraid of becomingMyselfI cling to despair, for in itThere is an absence of responsibilityTaking charge of the world, learning who you areThat is an illusionWe can only be what others make of usTo struggle against Truth is futileAccept it, and move onI ride the wave of cosmic consciousnessIn this momentSeeking answersAs I have been programmed to seekAlternative answers for the massesBeing a social outcast, one way to bring oneself backIs by meditating, and becoming a guruThen all the Pretty People will pay to listen to youAnd just maybe, you can almost be worthy enoughAs you provide the Entertainment (Comment on this) |
| _10:35 pm_[aicerno] |
Two of my Older Poems: 1. Ecstasy (now being dedicated to my fiance Jade):Alone, naked on a mountain topThe wind gently blows around, over, and under youLike a lover's touch and gentle kiss enveloping your bodyA graceful willow that bends but never breaksA million lies surround youBut among them is one truth, meTrue love like mine for you and yours for me cannot be boughtA wall of oak that protects youI see you for the forests and the treesI love you for who you are, not whatThere will be storms but I'll never leaveBecause for me there's you and no one elseA love and life that's trueLike a new mountain rangeWhere we danced and loved in ecstasy, eons agoWith the spirits and the gods and goddesses.-----------------------------------------------------------------------2. An out of body experience:The Aurora Borealis, the great northern lightI feel its beams dance erotically through my body and soulI see ghosts dancing all aroundEcstasy drives through the airA woman in white, the one that I love, beckons me near herStreams of blood and marrow pour through my body and soulI fall apart, decay, one piece at a timeFalling, falling, dying a tortuous deathSurrounded by dead memories and peopleSkeletons ripping at me, Give me PEACE! screams my tortured mindAt the bottom of an icy sea, my fleshless body liesA gleam of light pierces the murky, greenish waterWhales, seals, the denizons of the deep; my gods, my brothersMy lady in white is reaching towards meI feel my body rise and reformAt last she pulls me free of my watery hellWe embraceWe kissWe loveI am a new man (Comment on this) |
| _10:29 pm_[bluemoontide] |
A summer poem I wrote - "The Scorpion" Emotions rush, a torrent of tearsThey well up where you cannot seeI am opposite What you see is not what you getMighty scorpionWill not fallMy tail will sting you And ultimately, I sting myself to deathBurning in my longingImpossible to speakRighteous fear of hurtI see right through to heart of youBecause you are like meSay and do exactly oppositeWhen we go against who we areThat’s when real suffering beginsSay and do what is true is the only way to liveI can teach that to everyoneMake-believe I am a poster child for mental healthInside, I am sufferingYou are afraid of losing meSo you beat me down with words Hoping that I’ll see I’m as lowly as youI may drag my body along the dirt, but my tail is raised high“I never do anything good or right by you” that’s one thing I remember... Current Mood: creative (Comment on this) |