Wednesday, November 07, 2007

by: James Galvin


Dear May Eighth

Why was the last kiss May seventh
And so shy?

Your tongue was skittish.

Your clavicle—
Door-bolt, little key,
Tendril—
Was the world's crosstree—
Your collarbone was hot snow to touch.

I wanted to say commitment,
And so I was committed,
And so I did commit
Crimes against the immaculate.

Clavicle, clavichord,
Gold keys falling through me cold.

You explain
The sky I spent my life under,
The bottom of the ocean
That packed up and left.

You say its the basin that makes the sky a bay.

The sunset plans its palette, its deployment.

It hasn't decided the denouement—
It's breathless....

Listen, Nobody's Business,
Why aren't you in love with me?


Is your overture over-subtle
Like this sunset—
White clavicle under gray thunderheads,
Cobalt throbs?

Streaky northern billows
And reds thrum into music—clavichord.

Then—get this—
Red cliff
Is palindromed,
Butterflied, flayed,
In strata of lenticulars.

Rain rains down
Blue-black on earth
And sends riders, striders,
Bruisy yellow,
Blood in a stream,
Back to the eastern horizon—
Where I kissed you.

If you would wake with me
I'd know how to die.

Yours, May eighth,
Sincerely,
Man under influence of sky.

0 lend me some sugar.

 

written by jia.

  ..so lately i have been in this stay-up-till 7am, ungrammatical, nostalgic, talk to myself. paranoid, insomniac, wide eyed, and a little intense. okie maybe little is an understatement. wish i knew if i wanted stability more than the complete range of emotions and melodrama. if only life could be summarized in one simple word...good or bad. -im too young to be stuck somewhere in the middle, sitting on a fence and whining about it. no, i cant write an intro for myself, hence i ask you to read the damn blog. maybe.. you'll find out more through my posts. n in the meanwhile take a panadol handy.. .

tell me you luv me..

Terror Alert Level -

dynasty -

One crow sorrow
Two crows mirth
Three crows a joining
Four crows a birth
Five crows lucky
Six crows cold
Seven crows a secret
Never to be told

mantra -

 

- Lately...

 When I was a child
a story was told
about the devil
and a girl so bold.
He offered her riches,
a fortune of gold,
and lovers abound.
But she lifted her soul,
she lifted her soul clean.
Like the story was told
on a dark country road
the same man appeared to me...

But I reached, I reached
through the rain to the Devil's feet.

Now twenty years later
to the place I return where I scorned the angels
for a passion that burned.
There set in a tree
a knot twisted and turned,
the face of a creature Hell bound.
So long ago
could my mind've played jokes on me?
As darkness sets in,
unavoidable sin,
the truth I try not to believe....

That I reached, I reached
through the rain to the Devil's feet.

-by Azure Ray

 

ode to meaning..

_________________

One Tree Hill - New Zealand.
Dedicated to Xulfee Bhai, who chose to die in the Summer of 2003 Oct 7.

calm before the storm

_________________

Numb by Linkin Park

And i know
I may end up failing too
But i know
You were just like me with someone disappointed in you..
I've become so Numb...I can't feel you there.

moon phase

calculated distractions

• aZ!
• max
• Aks
• Atif
• Ines
• just iffi
• jaali jojo

broken promises ..

said he: tum jaisay doosron say bhaagti ho aur chupati ho .. wohi mere saath bhi kiya....  "  

~*~  current mood ...

                 

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