tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918875927476498260.post2699069935251940519..comments2011-10-24T22:21:13.389-06:00Comments on MINDSOMNIA: A Little's Enough...Adam Piferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03720504626469785505noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918875927476498260.post-62093919511107976652010-12-25T19:32:51.074-07:002010-12-25T19:32:51.074-07:00These are ALL incredible, especially the last one!...These are ALL incredible, especially the last one! thank you so much for sharing, i most definitely enjoyed all of them!!!Adam Piferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03720504626469785505noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918875927476498260.post-6514817438117161612010-12-09T02:39:07.437-07:002010-12-09T02:39:07.437-07:005 Poems for those that hurt, may be hurting the mo...5 Poems for those that hurt, may be hurting the most, and to helping you, me, us, them, with these moments of true worldly inspiration. P.S. Be careful in those clouds, the mist can blind the most genius of minds.<br /><br />Words For Departure<br /><br />1. Nothing was remembered, nothing forgotten.<br />When we awoke, wagons were passing on the warm summer pavements,<br />The window-sills were wet from rain in the night,<br />Birds scattered and settled over chimneypots<br />As among grotesque trees.<br />Nothing was accepted, nothing looked beyond.<br />Slight-voiced bells separated hour from hour,<br />The afternoon sifted coolness<br />And people drew together in streets becoming deserted.<br />There was a moon, and light in a shop-front,<br />And dusk falling like precipitous water.<br />Hand clasped hand<br />Forehead still bowed to forehead--<br />Nothing was lost, nothing possessed<br />There was no gift nor denial.<br /><br />2<br />I have remembered you.<br />You were not the town visited once,<br />Nor the road falling behind running feet.<br />You were as awkward as flesh<br />And lighter than frost or ashes.<br />You were the rind,<br />And the white-juiced apple,<br />The song, and the words waiting for music.<br /><br />3<br />You have learned the beginning;<br />Go from mine to the other.<br />Be together; eat, dance, despair,<br />Sleep, be threatened, endure.<br />You will know the way of that.<br />But at the end, be insolent;<br />Be absurd--strike the thing short off;<br />Be mad--only do not let talk<br />Wear the bloom from silence.<br />And go away without fire or lantern<br />Let there be some uncertainty about your departure.<br /><br />Louise Bogan<br /><br /><br />"Among my friends love is a great sorrow"<br /><br />Among my friends love is a great sorrow.<br />It has become a daily burden, a feast,<br />a gluttony for fools, a heart's famine.<br />We visit one another asking, telling one another.<br />We do not burn hotly, we question the fire.<br />We do not fall forward with our alive<br />eager faces looking thru into the fire.<br />We stare back into our own faces.<br />We have become our own realities.<br />We seek to exhaust our lovelessness.<br /><br />Among my friends love is a painful question.<br />We seek out among the passing faces<br />a sphinx-face who will ask its riddle.<br />Among my friends love is an answer to a question<br />that has not been askt.<br />Then ask it.<br /><br />Among my friends love is a payment.<br />It is an old debt for a borrowing foolishly spent.<br />And we go on borrowing and borrowing<br /> from each other.<br /><br />Among my friends love is a wage<br />that one might have for an honest living.<br /><br />Robert Duncan<br /><br /><br /><br />In Dream<br /> <br />Black and enduring seperation<br />I share equally with you.<br />Why weep? Give me your hand,<br />Promise me you will come again.<br />You and I are like high<br />Mountains and we can't move closer.<br />Just send me word<br />At midnight sometime through the stars.<br /><br />Anna Akhmatova<br />(Translated from the Russian by D.M. Thomas<br /><br /><br />The Coming of Light<br /><br />Even this late it happens:<br />the coming of love, the coming of light.<br />You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,<br />stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,<br />sending up warm bouquets of air.<br />Even this late the bones of the body shine<br />and tomorrow's dust flares into breath.<br /><br />Mark Strand<br /><br /><br /><br />Close your eyes for a second. I'll fall in love with you with my other senses.<br />Touch, softly. I feel your face. The architecture of your body. The structure of your jaw and cheek bones. The texture of your hair. The rigid curves and Herculean bumps.<br />Smell, you. Your skin. Your sweat. Your life.<br />Hear, your breathing. Your heart beating. Your laugh and wails.<br />Taste your kisses. Your mouth. Your cheeks. Your being.<br />And last, open thy eyes. Stunning shades of wonder move within those glowing jewels. <br />The brightness of your smile and soul.<br />Your movement. Your walk.<br />I see the love you have for me. I give, you reture. You give, I return. We give together. We recieve together.<br /><br />MeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918875927476498260.post-20537087364695665232010-12-07T08:14:15.652-07:002010-12-07T08:14:15.652-07:00heard this song for the first time the other day. ...heard this song for the first time the other day. overwhelming, literally. dont know that i've ever seen a set or organized lyrics, that fit my heart and mind more than these. this sond was written for me. and thats when you know a song is so so real. when millions of people can sit in front of it, and say, "this song was written for me." i'm working on it. counting on it. i wont stop till i make it. its funny, i've always wondered if the people we hurt hurt the most, eventually help us through those very moments of our life...<br /><br />either way, thank you anonymous, for connecting with me in a moment where no one else on this earth could. truly inspiring. is THESE very moments, where gravity lets us leave this ground for a moment...and its those moments we live for...<br /><br />Thank You....Adam Piferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03720504626469785505noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918875927476498260.post-46252982689298822522010-12-07T01:41:49.844-07:002010-12-07T01:41:49.844-07:00A song....for you...Mr. Adam http://www.youtube.co...A song....for you...Mr. Adam http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BPO3SaXHHBA<br /><br />This is not the end, this is not the beginning<br />Just a voice like a riot rocking every revision<br />But you listen through the tone and the violent rhythm and<br />Though the words sound steady, something empty's within 'em<br />We say yeah / with fists flying up in the air<br />Like we're holding onto something that's invisible there<br />'Cause we're living at the mercy of the pain and fear<br />Until we dead it / forget it / let it all disappear<br /><br />Waiting for the end to come / wishing I had strength to stand<br />This was not what I had planned<br />It's out of my control<br />Flying at the speed of light / thoughts were spinning in my head<br />So many things were left unsaid<br />It's hard to let you go<br /><br />I know what it takes to move on<br />I know how it feels to lie<br />All I want to do is trade this life for something new<br />Holding on to what I haven't got<br /><br />Sitting in an empty room / Trying to forget the past<br />This was never meant to last<br />I wish it wasn't so<br /><br />What was left when that fire was gone<br />I thought it felt right but that right was wrong<br />All caught up in the eye of the storm<br />And trying to figure out what it's like moving on<br />And I don't even know what kind of things I said<br />My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead so<br />Picking up the pieces now where to begin<br />The hardest part of ending is starting againAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com