Kissed me and said
you loved the way I taste
Fucked me and ran away
saying it wasn't what
you thought
I thought
anyone thought
It was
The pheromones
the white nights
the black magic
In my eyes as dark as
the heart of the woods
On the pink tip
of my silver tongue
(it's not forked as you say it is)
Do you still hold my candle?
Remembering your nails
rending my back
diamonds etching
the man of glass...
your fire still lights
my ever-night,
if you could see it--
with eyes sewn shut
by your own
practiced hand
The fire--
or the last sunset
Faces in a green
emerald lake fade
and are ghosts
dancing under glass
You kissed me and
told me you loved
the way I made it real
without pain
without hesitation
without fear for the
inevitable
loss
I'm waiting...
watching your light
dance away like
fireflies in October
I loved your every way.
...
Did I ever know you?
I am the worst blogger ever for not letting you guys know that I'm OK. Things are hectic and worse, but I'm alive. That counts for something.
I hope to see you all soon, but I'm not sure when. I still have much to do this weekend so I won't be around. Believe me, I miss the days when I could blog away the hours and write. And just as much as writing, I miss hearing all the familiar voices I've come to know. I'll reacquaint myself with you all soon enough.
Peace out.
65 charges of vandalism dropped:
Eric this is amazing,
Hope you're well brother,
Peace and love, M
Thank you, Maithri! Glad to see you. I've been all right, some problems as of late, but at least I found my voice where I left it last.
Take care.
we miss you lots - you have me so excited with this poem and so early in the morning too !!! peace out sandy
"Faces in a green
emerald lake fade
and are ghosts
dancing under glass"
Wherever you've been,
living life, hell, everyday
mundane upside down,
you
still
have it, Eric....
Passion is a color...
Peace~love friend
Wishing you oh so well....
dude, you have been missed. You cannot just vanish like that, depriving the blogging world of your talent and the depth & beauty of your poems. :)
take care mate. Cheers
Wow... I'll have to come back to read this again. But for now, good to see you back, and what a comeback!
That poem makes me want to cry. That & maybe give that b!tch a slap. Sorry you're swamped--I can sympathize, entirely. We'll miss you, I'm sure, but everyone's got a life to live, too. See you on the ret'n! :)
1313/mr poetry: -great read-
delighted when your words appear -miss them when they don't
but i know the poetry in you has a life all its own and will always wait patiently (like me -ha,ha) -and circle 'round, til there's a place for a clear landing
love, ~s.
Hi, Eric: Beautiful words as always. Sorry to hear you're going through a tough time. Most of us have been there in some fashion. You are so talented. You can't help but pull through any crises. Good to see you.
Donnetta
From the heart.
It sounds like she didn't appreciate what she ran away from. Her loss.
Good to see you're still around!
glad to hear you are surviving. This is a lovely poem here. The work doesn't seem to have hurt your creativity.
Luck with everything.
We all miss you, Eric, and we're glad to hear you're okay. Please keep us posted.
Eric,
Life has been hectic for me as well. Take your time, my dear friend.
God, I understand this poem. All too well. You scare me sometimes.
He lives!!!
LOL
Great poetry. Even with the "f" word. (kidding)
You are a great writer. I just wonder who was so narsty to you to make you write that!
I'm hoping it's purely fiction.
Keep well, and don't worry about blogging, it's always here.
xo
...'it wasn't what you thought, i thought, anyone thought'... beautiful, so beautiful it made me lose my thought...
hey eric. this one was hard...ghosts under the glass, can we see them there? maybe not but their presence is felt. did i ever know you? who knows? lost love, what a pain.
good luck with problem-solving. take it easy. (but, of course, take it.)
Nasty lady - bet you still have a soft spot for her though...
Glad to hear you're alive!
i've REALLY missed you! but it's ok because it keeps me looking forward to your inspiring poetry. this part haunts me...i love it and can really relate. always the inevitable loss...:
You kissed me and
told me you loved
the way I made it real
without pain
without hesitation
without fear for the
inevitable
loss
On eight beers:
Funny, but I neither got published large nor laid until I lived in a car for a year.
Is there a tao here?
Incomparable poetry!
How are you doing? I haven't heard from you in awhile,my friend.
Blessings,
Lance
www.lancessoulsearching.com
Your poem pierces me to the heart.
You are never going to be the worst blogger in the world, simply because your brilliant writing is enough to bump you up the list. This one is just as amazing as always.
I totally understand, I have been doing the same thing and not even popping in to tell people I'm okay too. I think part of the reason is tht I have no self-control...if I go on my blog, I won't be off for an hour or so. Anyway, we'll be here when you get back.
life gets in the way of poetry
Hello dearest Eric. Glad to receive notification that you are still alive. I feel like you are obligated to have some sort of super wireless device with you at all times to ensure your continued internet access.
It was a bad year for Canadian hockey, I'm afraid. I'm not gonna lie, after disappointment (Canucks) after disappointment (Flames) after disappointment (Canadians), my enthusiasm is a little diminished.
PP: you forgot about the Senators. that one hurt. i was happy though that at least the canadiens over-achieved from expectations.
Eric: missing you.
The journey takes time even though the endless thoughts repeat themselves in the darkest night and will still be waiting there at the end of the journey to self.
Just take care of yourSELF, and I am glad you are okay :)
ditto everything from me.
great sad deep poem you've written. damn when love doesn't work!
your poem pushed buttons sweetheart... amazing and a place we all know far too well
... as for the blogging; you and me both and with so much going on I not only have no time or inclination to write, I don't even have it to read... c'est la vie
good luck with all you're up to
JSYK...
its universal...
this crazy thing called life...
Wishing you peace, friend...
hit the tincan line when you can...
Eric! How are you these days?
Glad to see that you are still writing, sorry things are crazy for you.
Hello! I came by way of Xdells as you are linked there, but then you already know that bit...
Anyway, I liked your poem but loved the passion behind it. Your writing evokes passion.
I have to admit that the piece I like the most was this:
There's a time and place for everything. Neither one of them is now, so go for it and let god sort it out after the smoke clears.
Not from the poem but still profound... and something I will take away from having visited ur blog for the first time! =]
Wishing you clarity and strength as you endeavor through this tough patch on your life!
Cheers! k8
passion! tho im not sure i like the way it ends. :)
me just checking in on my friends.
take care.
There he is!
Nice to hear your soul is still flowing through the keyboard, language boy!
It's interesting. You actually have a flesh-and-bone life to lead, but people really note your absence in this forum. I'm just hoping the problems aren't bigger than you and your support group, and that you'll come out the victor in the end.
Keep the faith.
Aha! More excellence. Being in love is like being in a bubble and when it bursts, one has nothing left to do but try and blow another and get lost inside it again, hoping it doesn't blow onto another one of those coincidental thorns that flutter in natures fickle wind.
-making rounds this morning.. just wanted you to know i'm thinkin' 'bout you..
prayers ~ good thoughts
and looking foward to your return like so many others..
take all ur time as all those who blog will be here for you...I know when I had so much on..still my blog got visited
Write as much you want ..and be the writing that you want to be ..for nothing and no one but for who you are
missing you man - hope wherever you are you are making it happen big time !! sandy
Eric,
Hope these problems I see referred to are clearing up. I've been busy outside blogland and I know where you're coming from re:time.
Hope all is fine:)
Yes, you have 'it' and I hope you are using it well. Or will do soon:)
Come back soon, my friend. We all miss you!!!
Just figured I would drop by for a little bittersweet congratulation on the Stanley Cup.
We miss you!
Eric, I've been gone far too long. Don't know what all's happening in your world but hope hope hope you are well. The poem-so true, so what happens-love it. You're amazing. :)
just wanted to drop by and see how u were doing. cheers mate
I miss you Eric
Looks like you have been busy too! Hope all is well.
Keep writing!
Your poems are from the soul.
Blessings,
Lance
www.lancessoulsearching.com
Missing you my friend :)
left you a small honorarium when you return - miss your passion man
I was just checking up on you. Glad all is well.
Dude, where the hell are ya?
I was nostalgically going through my bloggy archives yesterday and suddenly realised it's been a very long time since we heard...
You fallen down a mine?
I've had my hip replaced in the meantime - seriously, it's been that long!
alive?
alive?
ALIVE?
Yes, I'm here.
The Willow and the Wind
E1313
My passion died
on a cross of yew branches
hung up in the willow and the wind
dried up,
blown away
broken battered and bleeding
the sky sings a song of no words
this hymn
like rest of god's creations
shakes like leaves on an October tree before the fall
My heart quit
but my soul stayed on on for one more season
waiting out the frost
past the ice
and into the desert
again
there my heart goes again...
tapping
knocking
pounding
every face is a jewel
every voice I can hear
Sing to me now of your fallen
and I'll pick them all up
on my way back from perdition
from Saturn V
from the ice
the desert
Every blue note rings true
every face I see is a flower
Every heart weighs heavy
but carries on
and my own will again
find the footsteps in the sands
before the wind covers them completely
before the last leaf drops
life will promise me
one more illusion
and I
will run with it
if you
will run with me again
in this summer that the gods died
and were reborn
on a cross
in your willowy arms
my passion will never forget you
my love
rusty, but it will do for now (too many repetitive lines... I might have it, but it's a little weak right now.)
Had no internet again, had to move--again!
But I miss you all and I hope you know I remember all of you very fondly and look forward to reconnecting.
It's late--not that that has every stopped me--and I'm exhausted, so It's bed time for bonzo. But I will be around soon.
Thanks for the love, the wishes, the respect.
tonight
is the only one we have we have
Until tomorrow gives us one more.
Had to add one more line--can't have another poem end with my love!
Ahhh....
The heart-wrenching fun of haggling with the god of creativity.
Tomorrow night, I'll have a better deal, I should think.
btw--I had about a million pictures to show you all of my net-less exploits, but I let my youngest sister borrow my camera for her graduation and it got stolen.
I even have one heck of a wild rangy mullet now!
Next summer I should be a full blown hippie.
Had to do it, since it I'm getting old and it might be the the last hoorah for my hair.
And maybe I'll have a pic to prove it with, too.
Eric! Welcome back!
Let your hair grow wild and spirit grow deep...locks of love & lots of love!
I'm touched by all you write...breathless I was when I sinked deeply into your words ...journey of your became alive ..Hope all is well with you ...sorry not being regular in here but its good to be here
dude!
Eric!! It is so good to see you floating about my comment section again! I love how cryptically you manage to disappear and reappear again.
And, oh dear, I'm a little petrified of your Wings now that you have Hossa, too. Whatever happened to the salary cap, huh? (I'm a little jealous, especially considering that we can't even convince Sundin to head our way)
Things have been slower on the comment front. I still spend more time hopping about blogs than I should, honestly, but it seems like things are just slower in general. It is odd-- I have more readers than before, apparently, but way fewer saying anything. I find this a little disconcerting, somehow, to not know who is reading....
Anyways, I hope all is well at your end, and that I will see your blog highlighted in my reader again soon.
test
Aw, look at you, all worried and bashful!
These are complex questions you ask, ones that I don't think there can be one definitive answer to, let alone one we could ever prove.
With regards to paranoia, I would assume that, yes, it does come from those vicious days of yore in part, in which there were few we could trust, and our instincts had to be that much more honed. It seems to be one of those things that is slower to adapt in others, the notion of trust... after all, it is not always the case that life is such a zero sum game anymore, in which in order to benefit, someone needs to suffer... yet, some seem to operate under that presumption still.
However, I do think there are limits to evolutionary psychology. I don't want to take over your comments with a rant, but it is really too oversimplistic at times, and operates via post-hoc logic. It is easy to explain things away as being due to the demands of eras past-- you can really find a reason for any behaviour that seems maladaptive in the present day. I would argue that paranoia also often emerges from very early life. When a child, who is supposed to have their basic needs met without even having to worry about it does not get these needs met, it alters things at a pretty fundamental level.
As for insanity being part of our overdeveloped brains, it could be that our more basic instincts are slower to adapt to the present day. However, I generally take more of a cultural approach to mental illness... I find that people's delusions, no matter how objectively odd they may seem, make sense within a certain cultural narrative-- e.g., why so many schizophrenics in a Western culture have delusions of being Jesus, not Allah.
Blah blah blah... I've had a few drinks tonight, so I'm not sure if this is entirely nonsensical or not. Just letting the fingers and thoughts run....
And your comments get delivered directly to my inbox, anyhow, so you don't need to worry about making more direct contact :).
(and I read your most recent comment after I typed the longest comment ever... whoops. I should really stop this now.)
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