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“ Woodstock Anyone?”

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#1 Oct 12, 2012
Haven't been around here long and not trying to step on toes!
Just really hoping for a deeper look with new people that might
share my love for words.

“ Woodstock Anyone?”

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#2 Oct 12, 2012
CALLING OR BANE

This can not be!
How can it be?

This iced, cruel sick

Take it out of my sight!
Face in hands, on my knees
please, please, please.....

Why don't they see it?
Why do I?
Why can't they see it?
Why must I?

I've chased blissful ignorance
There is none for me
My awareness takes my right to peace

Yes, I know and feel what is insane

Yet, one question leaves me in the dark

"Is this my calling or my bane?"

“ Woodstock Anyone?”

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#3 Oct 12, 2012
I forgot to add my name to the above poem.
It is indeed mine.
For better or ill.

“ Woodstock Anyone?”

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#4 Oct 13, 2012
Webs
Catches
Secrets
Fauxs,
Promises
Lies
Screws and Goodbyes.
Faiths
Thank you's
Mercies
Gifts,
Surrenders
Peace
Children In Trees.
Heaven and Hell
We've Created All These
We Lock Our Own Doors
We Mold Our Own Keyes
We Love Our Own Selves
Then Beat Our Selves Down
We'll Rescue Our Brother
Then Help Him To Drown
You Ask For The Point
Well The Point Is Just This
We've The Power To Heal Us
Or Take Our Own Fist

“ Woodstock Anyone?”

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#5 Oct 13, 2012
Oops! I did it again!
The above poem which should be titled - POWER -
is written by

modernhippie

Nothin' fancy! Just me.
Adrian DeVine

The Gap, Australia

#6 Oct 16, 2012
I want to go deep inside
To find out what I need to do
Deep inside me deep inside you
To feel your inner flesh
In an attempt to reveal your soul
Our bodies entwined is familiar ground
Sex is a battlefield
A trusted friend
Reaching out
We threw our bodies against each other
You smiled and I saw the sun
Dancing in your eyes
Reflected in your stride
Life became more difficult
Because I made it so
The answer was in the palm of my hand
My fist was clenched obstructing truth
I blamed the world
When it was my doing
I let it all go
Start fresh
I want you to want me
Like I want you
And I want you so bad
And how, so
Look at us now
If we knew the future back then
We would have screamed
It does not seem to matter now
We are diving deep down
Where there is no light
Only thoughts and feelings
Struggling in the dark...

~DeVine.
Adrian DeVine

The Gap, Australia

#7 Oct 16, 2012
Surrounded by possessions
Reminding me of the transient nature of life
Can I really let go
Let the ripples of impact slowly subside
I have no choice
Death breathing down my neck
From a distance
Life surrounds me
Pulsating and soft
Angular and smooth
The ecstasy of dawn
Form rivaling perfection
I can not believe my eyes
How sad that the day must end
Does the beauty of sunset rival the beauty of youth
Can I reconcile the two
Or am I forever trapped in the middle
I struggle for an answer
Perhaps I will know when I stop struggling
And take life for what it is
A mystery that helps us learn
Sensation traps me too
I want more
Or maybe that is the problem
It might be better if a pack of wild dogs
Rip these thoughts to pieces
The blood is almost menstrual
Women pushing me towards the ledge
That I need to leap from without reason

“ Woodstock Anyone?”

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#8 Oct 16, 2012
I walked along a beach one day contemplating stones
My feet still sore from before
Torn and bruising bones
A name lit up in neon light
Flourished across the sky
That name rained down a perfumed mist
With red hot butterflies
Its voice was sweet and purple deep
and carried me away
To a dream, it lifted me
of sex and sweat and play
When it set me down with critique tongue
It had an acid touch
that burned my skin, a knee jerk sin
A return scratch, as such
It returned to sky and floated by
Leaving question on my face
No time to build my offering
Though I'd done my best with grace
My failure heavy on my heart
I contemplated stones
Back on my feet, still aching deep
With bruised and lonely bones
I can still smell where that perfumed mist
Lay scenting on my hair
And hope that red hot butterflies
Fly to where their hopes can dare

---modernhippie
Adrian DeVine

The Gap, Australia

#9 Oct 16, 2012
modernhippie wrote:
I walked along a beach one day contemplating stones
My feet still sore from before
Torn and bruising bones
A name lit up in neon light
Flourished across the sky
That name rained down a perfumed mist
With red hot butterflies
Its voice was sweet and purple deep
and carried me away
To a dream, it lifted me
of sex and sweat and play
When it set me down with critique tongue
It had an acid touch
that burned my skin, a knee jerk sin
A return scratch, as such
It returned to sky and floated by
Leaving question on my face
No time to build my offering
Though I'd done my best with grace
My failure heavy on my heart
I contemplated stones
Back on my feet, still aching deep
With bruised and lonely bones
I can still smell where that perfumed mist
Lay scenting on my hair
And hope that red hot butterflies
Fly to where their hopes can dare
---modernhippie
BRILLIANT....!! Love it....BRAVO !!!

Like a fine you get better as you age......superb phrasing, very descriptive.

****Stars !

I would replace the sun with you
Basking in your rays
Curse the night
For interfering with my gaze

Magnify your visage a thousand times
Across the world for all to see
All the other maidens
Mean nothing to me

I see you dancing
Underneath the lights
Your wicked smile
Hides something that bites

On the stage for me
Your beauty intoxicates
Something rare and true
That tempts the fates

Destroy all rules and laws
When they encroach on you
Because the rest of the world
Does not know what to do

It all comes full circle
Any way that we go
Make sure that passion
Is the source of the flow
Adrian DeVine

The Gap, Australia

#10 Oct 16, 2012
Silly typo....

sorry, that should read "like a fine wine".....

“ Woodstock Anyone?”

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#11 Oct 16, 2012
Adrian DeVine wrote:
Silly typo....
sorry, that should read "like a fine wine".....
Oh.... That's what you were trying to say!

I never make silly typos! LOL

And thank you for the compliment. Glad you like.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#12 Oct 17, 2012
modernhippie wrote:
<quoted text>
Oh.... That's what you were trying to say!
I never make silly typos! LOL
And thank you for the compliment. Glad you like.
For days
like this, sepia
shades
a good coat

impermeable to the cold
of this world,
of a capaciousness to house that
which can only be named
one's absolute and indivisible
(unbeholdable in its minuteness
and hugeness)
nonentity, before it is
at last unveiled

In my twenty-eighth year,
on the thirteenth day of the second month,
as I was wandering among the exiles
along the Rio Grande
under general anesthesia,
a small gray cross smudged on my forehead,
the heavens were opened, like a book,
like an apple cut in half,
and I saw I don't remember what....

Blizzard permitting
her ship should appear
about four in the morning
like a poet's
lonely fame.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#13 Oct 17, 2012
The black balloon
tied to her wrist again, thin hand
floating
an inch above the white
white sheet

The body
a word to be said
into death, one
word
which no one else knows
completely her own—

Night just the shadow of her hell
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#14 Oct 17, 2012
I am not acquainted with anyone here or there, if they spoke to me I would not know what to do.

But so far nobody has, I know
I certainly wouldn't.

I don't participate, I'm not allowed;
I just listen, and every morning
have a moment of such happiness, I breathe
and breathe until the terror returns.

About the time when they are supposed to greet one another two people actually look into each other's eyes and hold hands a moment, but
the church is so big and the few who are there
are seated far apart.

So this presents no real problem.

I keep my eyes fixed on the great naked corpse, the vertical corpse who is said to be love
and who spoke the world
into being, before coming here
to be tortured and executed by it.

I don't know what I am doing there.

I do notice the more I lose touch
with what I previously saw as my life
the more real my spot in the dark winter pew becomes—
it is infinite.

What we experience
as space, the sky
that is, the sun, the stars
is intimate and rather small by comparison.

When I step outside the ugliness is so shattering
it has become dear to me, like a retarded
child, precious to me.

If only I could tell someone.

The humiliation I go through when I think of my past can only be described as grace.

We are created by being destroyed.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#15 Oct 17, 2012
Want you,
want you, you, you,
Doesn't matter that you're not here,
I forgive all the silences.

I want you,
I don't care,
I know you'll disappoint,
I'm a willing captive,
Why fight?
There's no point.

I want you,
Need to hold you in my arms,
Need to smell your sweat, inhale your breath,
Need you inside of me,
That's where you belong,
That's where you were meant to be.

I want you, bald, fat and ugly,
I really don't care,
I just want you to be there.

I want to open your door,
Because I have my own key,
I want to come in,
Because you too, now want me.

I want you to need me,
I want to stare in your eyes,
I want your promises,
I don't care if they are lies.

I want your body,
Warm in my bed,
I want you near me,
I want you so bad.

“ Woodstock Anyone?”

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Since: Oct 12

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#16 Oct 17, 2012
THE STRONGEST HEART BROKEN

The strong heart that breaks is the most painful
For it cannot be prepared for the lesson
Confusion and helplessness bewilder it

Hands once so sure and steady shake
The brain shivers in the cold, having been insulated by the shell of inexperience

The heart once tough and thick struggles
Contemplation is foreign, an unbeaten path
The weigh and measure no longer a given

Shoe-less for the first time it cannot stand
And does not find the glue for new form
Control having been the closest of friends abates

The heart never tested has never known empathy
Knowing not what to do with shattered pieces
It shakes them off cutting others.

Asking and receiving an affront, it storms
Raging against others, itself and the wind
Until its own carrier is ravaged, ripped and beaten

Reveling in its' blood and brokenness
Unable to forgive
It longs for death to sweep it away

Back into the only soft place it has ever lived

Back into the arms of her missing child.

----modern hippie
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#17 Oct 17, 2012
Broken dreams
Hope ripped at the seems
Nothing left inside to balance out the pain
I wonder why I’m pushing on
It all feels so wrong
I’m scared it will never be right again

Inside I keep trying
But nothings working out
So I wonder what else life has in store for me
And don’t know how to carry on
Freedoms gone away
Because things as I liked them have changed

I hate dragging this out
But it remains close yet seems and feels so distant
Everything just keeps falling in and out of me
So many holes within
The hardest part is letting go cos I don’t want to give this up

Inner confusion storms my head
If only I could explain so it could be understood
But I can’t regain control
If only you could see
Because I don’t know about you but its been hard on me

And when secret tears fall I feel weak
I should be coping being strong but I am all front
Really I’m so emotional and out of it
They only see the outside of me
They don’t see the inside with all the broken feelings hurting me
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#18 Oct 17, 2012
Silly wishes,
I know
as I sit on a rainy day
with drops falling on my palms
like a penny
that has been lost
and is hitting tile floors.

Silly thoughts,
I know
as I take precious pieces of colored glass
and mend them together
when I should be planting
my incessant mind
on firm roots.

But on moments like these
I all can do is wish,
wish that someone
could brush away the raindrops
from my skin
and think about why your not here.

But on days like these
I need someone
to pull up my chin
and dry the fears
that well within my heart
like a locket that is so worn
that it breaks.

I know my thoughts
are wasted,
yet I linger for a sweet taste
of something I wish I had.

If only someone
anyone
who could care for me in such a way,
as to carry me to the highest of mountains
and teach me to fly......

without falling down again.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#19 Oct 17, 2012
"LISTED LUST."

Broken hearts, lust’s deceit,
pieces fall down to my feet.
Broken promises, lust’s a lie,
puddles form from tears I cry.
Broken dreams, lust’s illusion,
sorrowed cause of your intrusion.
Broken hope, lust’s a game,
doesn’t last, ends the same.
Broken sleep, lust’s the cause,
digs at me with sharpened claws.
Broken spirit, lust of sorrow,
stolen now is my tomorrow.
Broken life, lust is lost,
Broken now and that’s the cost.

~DeVine.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#20 Oct 17, 2012
At mourning, I’m a laureate.
Cast this head on a brass coin.
I’ll assume a glass crown.

This morning, I wake to inner alarm.
The guess that darkness isn’t all
there is. That there is more,

that the relative next is worse.
Sunrise is glacial. The snow
is chalk. I lilt when I walk,

like a drunk. A reproach of birds
condemns me. Am I game? Don’t
shoot. I pitch from one periphery

to its brother. I am a chill
that can’t be burned away. Not
with sunlight, not with love.

Of course there is something
worse to come. Like: when she
doesn’t answer a prayer. Like:

when she does.

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