IN RESPONSE TO A POST I REBLOGED http://artlesspoems.wordpress.com/

By http://seanbidd.com/ and me (:

Should your pin run out of ink

Seek out small pieces of chalk on a wayward journey

Or

Pledge allegiance to the clouds

Grip your memory up

And say the words out loud

We are not always promised this liberties end

Say goodnight to justice

And sweet dreams to your pin

Find shared pavements and walls

Grace them with poetic voice

And colors of the temporary moments in changing worlds

To an underworld of unheard and lost verbs

Waging war between ink and brain

The fear is not what’s lost

But what’s replaced between the pains

Ink injections make way between your veins

Let them yell

Scream

Talk

Have conversations between the earths

But after the ink is gone

It will be my memories transformed this silent birth

Rising energy from beneath this tattered girth

But above all always set them free

The words

The thoughts

The lines

The memory

Will never let go of me

Even when the ink dissipates

And deviates from my pin

Challenging my thoughts to bring forth memory again

 

The lines

The words

Let them be free to discover their atmosphere

Because deadlines won’t wait for the ink

Reaching between the red cracked clay

Where the rains passed last wet season

And gave beauty meaning and reason

To be anything but dry because wildflowers were alive

And had eyes that saw everything

And nothing

Parched now waiting once more, for the dry, the drought to break

To come alive in the wet of snowflakes

The embrace of a season new

To hear the laughter on the old tin roof

In the long pause

To hear fresh again

The giggle of the trees

Birds playing hide and seek with the breeze

The water’s edge pressing at the front door

To bring on the wildflowers once more

Their dreamy scents

 Sounds

Of colors out beyond eyes reach

Buried between the martyrs of fall

Preserving its innocents until the seasons call

Sit with me awhile

To take it all in

Waiting to be beckoned

To kiss the rain again

The aroma brings a shift in power

As the moon shines on

A Summer of Wildflowers

OTHER DUETS BY SEAN AND ME

https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/05/02/2034/

https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/05/27/2152/

Thank you http://seanbidd.com/category/duets/ for another wonderful poem (:

Another duet by Sean and me https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/05/02/2034/

The thunder of a thousand hooves like late Autumn

Rains upon the Serengeti

Where leopards of the storm chase as the fading light dwindles

And we try to rekindle spring which was only a fling

Shhhhh

Because we promised never to speak of those thing

That grew puppet strings

Crossways of secrecy mingle with winter

Inviting summer to join in its drunken slumber

That bullied him wrong and turned loves emotion several notches to strong

And still I loved her turbulently

Diligently

Consistently

Blatantly

Loving her on purpose

Yet, all I want to hear are the sounds

The songs

But desperation takes too long

In the distant Rift Valley far from here

Between the faults of atmosphere

I peered into echoing goodbyes

And a trillion tears fell from my broken cries

Beneath the changing evening sky, bliss, sublime, nights

Where river veins unravel

To share cherished life

Filled with tales deep and ancient

Thoughts

Trapped

Tainted

The sun and moon

Conflicted

We missed it

Love 

Far from a dark heart which dances to the shadow

And light of distant times

As I listen to your voice in the lines of words

And I know if she could be anything

She’d be a bird

I hear her thoughts

Thoughts like those of a dreamer

A believer

A chance to redeem her

Of places

Take form above

Forgetting all that time has borrowed from a past

I wake

Knowing

That sometimes

Even dreams don’t last

The thunder of a thousand hooves like late Autumn

Rains upon the Serengeti

I absolutely love this love story we wrote, it’s so beautiful, to have searched for 2,000 years for a lover, a vampires love is eternal

 

 

 

This third duet was done with a sort of Word Smith http://seanbidd.com/2013/03/26/beyond-the-dry-grass/

I have loved you for over two thousand years

If I could find you in a million faces

Your place

A speak-easy

They’re a million faces of you

I can smell only traces of you

Residue and relics lost

I’m caught between worlds searching to find silk just as soft

Behold the tares of 18^th Century gods

Held in high regard

Amongst our tethered Frey

Searching for the most qualified rhetorician

To convince the gods of something tangible today

Once again

Here

Caught

Caught in our slow dance

Oh I love that way

The way your words

They climb through the seasons

And give them meaning

Till here we are

With the wild sea roses

As they rise up, upon each wave of sand

Can you tell me, the direction we’re headed

Spirit, lover, soul mate

We are headed towards ripples of sand storms

Slaying beast that come between our worlds that were torn

Through old lovers and street huggers

We are headed towards cowboys and Indians

And will move rummage any kin to them

We are headed towards Transylvania

Where we were first bitten

Socrates, Plato and Aristotle will gather the town hall

They will convince them all of why we should be together

We are headed towards Jack the Ripper, Shakespeare and Vladimir

Mozart, Beethoven and acapellas with compose a song for us

You must purchase for me a Mona Lisa or a Moana

For when the gods brings us together

It seems like centuries till the day

And not even I will tire of this search

This unquenchable thirst

So I search this bruised place leaving not one crevice untraced

I time travel

Skimming the surface

Searching

For

You

Whisper it loud into the storm’s wild wind

Let the gods give Romeo and Juliet their chance to start all over again

To take us flying above with your songs

Were each atmosphere

Sweats thick with your thoughts

If I could find you in a million faces

Your place

A speak-easy

They’re a million faces of you

I have loved you for over two thousand years

And the gods have denied our request

And now

We roam this bruised place

Obsessed

Chasing

Only traces

Of you

And so

We time travel

http://hastywords.wordpress.com/2013/04/14/help-me-celebrate/

The above is Hasty’s request for her one year anniversary in blogging and I was more than happy to meet the challenge

This third duet was done with a sort of Word Smith http://seanbidd.com/2013/03/26/beyond-the-dry-grass/ 

I have loved you for over two thousand years

If I could find you in a million faces

Your place

A speak-easy

They’re a million faces of you…

I can smell only traces of you

Residue and relics lost

I’m caught between worlds searching to find silk just as soft

Behold the tares of 18^th Century gods

Held in high regard

Amongst our tethered Frey

Searching for the most qualified rhetorician

To convince the gods of something tangible today

 

Once again

Here

Caught

Caught in our slow dance

Oh I love that way

The way your words

They climb through the seasons

And give them meaning

Till here we are

With the wild sea roses

As they rise up, upon each wave of sand

Can you tell me, the direction we’re headed?

Spirit, lover, soul mate

We are headed towards ripples of sand storms

Slaying beast that come between our worlds that were torn

Through old lovers and street huggers

We are headed towards cowboys and Indians

And will move rummage any kin to them

We are headed towards Transylvania

Where we were first bitten

Socrates, Plato and Aristotle will gather the town hall

They will convince them all of why we should be together

We are headed towards Jack the Ripper, Shakespeare and Vladimir

Mozart, Beethoven and acapellas with compose a song for us

You must purchase for me a Mona Lisa or a Moana

For when the gods brings us together

It seems like centuries till the day

And not even I will tire of this search

This unquenchable thirst

So I search this bruised place leaving not one crevice untraced

I time travel

Skimming the surface

Searching

For

You

 

Whisper it loud into the storm’s wild wind

Let the gods give Romeo and Juliet their chance to start all over again

To take us flying above with your songs

Where each atmosphere

Sweats thick with your thoughts

If I could find you in a million faces

Your place

A speak-easy

They’re a million faces of you

I have loved you for over two thousand years 

And the gods have denied our request

And now

 We roam this bruised place

Obsessed

Chasing

Only traces

Of you

And so

 We time travel

 

“I would love if my blogger family will reach out to someone new…or someone old a blogging friend you admire…and ask them to do a poetic duet with you.  On April 25th I will showcase all the duets you ping back here to this post”. Here is her link to the challenge http://hastywords.wordpress.com/2013/04/14/help-me-celebrate/

The above is Hasty’s request for her one year anniversary in blogging and

I was more than happy to meet the challenge

This is my 2nd duet done with the very misunderstood http://morbidinsanity02.wordpress.com/2012/12/03/nonsense/

https://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/misunderstood-by-morbid

Darkness engulfs my ancient soul

Pharaoh overtakes me and bleeds my heart cold

Snipping at me with invisible shears

All made of bitter tears

 Nights and days I scream and cry

 But no one hears…

Nobody asks why

Nobody sees…

My insignificants

That breeds magnificent

How did I get on the wrong side of this voyage?

I try to explore this

The tears that I cry

 

Nobody sees them sprout out of me!

 All I have suffered until today have made me this that I am!

 

I look for transparency

But all I encounter is my own insanity

A lack of humanity

Even I misunderstand me

 

I wish I could have someone to weep with me my immense grief

 Making me stop floating in fear

Oh I wish I could cry this I feel inside!

But I can’t get out of this dark valley I hide

 

I wish I could have someone to weep with me my immense grief

Making me stop floating in fear

But all I have is…

 I

Only

I

 With my huge pain
The pain that have made me this that I am

Oh I wish I could cry all this I feel inside!

 But I can’t get out of this dark valley that I hide

“MIST” By Sage and Me (Poetry W/ Audio)

I wrote this poem with Sage at http://sagedoyle.wordpress.com/ in order to help Hasty celebrate her first year of blogging,  http://hastywords.wordpress.com/2013/04/09/help-me-celebrate/

Congratulations Hasty!

 

We moved through the dark

Like mist unseen

Dimming the visions

Blinding, serene

And yesterday I cried

Because..

Our love was mangled between this mist

As the fog caressed my burdened hips

Where we stood on unsolid ground,

The sound

Of words screeched through your lips

Beyond the fields, side by side

Empty of remorse

Full of pride

Hiding from what appeared to be a goodbye

But was the beginning of a break through

I want to taste you

And even pride won’t keep me from this hunger