To choose or be chosen.

And I stand on the shore to

Watch the ship I made burn in the distance.

Small, ghost flames tear it apart

As if it wasn’t important enough

To garner a larger spectacle.

And she wasn’t really.

Not to me.

I never could figure out what she saw in me that was so damn

Special.

She had vast ideas of who I was.

I was going to take her places,

Apparently.

I never could see it,

Not ever,

Because it wasn’t there.

Time has passed and

My coastline is dotted with

Boats burning ever so slowly,

Time,

Slowly tearing away all these glowing mistakes

As

I

Sit on shore making sense

Of all this burning wreckage.

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કોઇવાર કોઇની પ્રીત પણ તકલીફ આપે છે.
આંખોને ગમે તે રીત પણ તકલીફ આપે છે.
હમેંશા હારથી નથી હારી જતો માણસ,
કોઇવાર જગતમાં જીત પણ તકલીફ આપે છે....

---------------------------------

મ્રુત્યુ ના જતુ રહે ધ્યાન રાખુ છુ,
મારા હર એક સ્વાસ ને સાવધાન રાખુ છુ,
મારા અરમાનો ની હોળી કોઈ શુ કરશે?
હ્રદય માં જ સળગતુ સ્મશાન રાખુ છુ.

---------------------------------

શ્વાસ તો ખૂટી જવાને હોય છે,
પરપોટો ફૂટી જવાને હોય છે.
લાખ એને સાચવે આંખો છતાં
સ્વપ્ન તો તૂટી જવાને હોય છે.

---------------------------------

અરમાનો ને રોકે તેવી કોઇ મિનાર હોય તો સારુ,
દિલની ઇચ્છાઓ ને રોકે તેવી દિવાલ હોય તો સારુ,
મારે મૃત્યુ પછી પણ એમને જોવા છે,
મારી કબરમાં નાની તિરાડ હોય તો સારુ.....

બંનેના દિલ ઘડકતા હતા જે જુદા જુદા
આ પ્રેમ એટલે કે એને જોડતી કડી
શરમાઇ જતી તો’યે મને જાણ’તો થતી,
મારી તરફ તું જે રીતે જોતો ઘડી ઘડી.

હૈયુના રહ્યું હાથ ગયુ ઢાળમાં દળી,
મેળામાં કોણ કોને ક્યારે ક્યાં ગયુ મળી.
ઢળતા સૂરજની સામે સમંદરની રેતમાં,
બેસી શકે તો બેસ અડોઅડ અડીઅડી.

મારા વિના ઉદાસ છો એ જાણું છું પ્રીયે
મે પણ વિતાવી કેટલી રાતો રડી રડી.
મે સાચવ્યો ’તો સોળ વરસ જે રૂમાલને
તું આવ્યો જ્યાં નજીકને ત્યાં ઉકલી ગઇ ગડી.

ના તને ખબર પડી, ના મને ખબર પડી,
કે હું પ્રેમમાં પડ્યો કે તું પ્રેમમાં પડી.
કારણમાં આમ કઇ નહીં, બે આંખ બસ લડી.

- તુષાર શુક્લ

Silent and still
sits the house on a hill
Between fields soon to be  tattered and torn..
and one more time
Her picture is mine
( she weatherd  quite  well throurgh Ike's storm)..
They say that it's haunted
and people have taunted
her frame as her time lingers still..
but i stayed far away
on the road down Her way
as she stood all lonesone and still...
Time hold holds the key
to Her mystery
and all the secrets she holds in her walls
but  no one is talking
(Close to her "No Walking")
Sad will be the day that she falls...

maybe the best that we can yearn for
is to die in bed
with our boots off
and at peace
or with them on, as slumbering drunkards

no....alone
that's the best way to die
if there is a best way
or laughing, in the company of friends
the biggest best laugh of all - for them

never in hospital though
that's really no way to go
surrounded by machinery
and used bedpans
devoid of all dignity

I have tasted death
the experience was bitter
the bus queue to heaven
or the train station to hell
we all bought a platform ticket years ago

when all's well that ends well
maybe the best that we can hope for
is to have lived
and loved
just a little and for a little while

TAFFY BY YOUR SIDE

Almighty power-
Restores Taffy's perfection
for eternity.

She - hears - sad tears cried
Knows hole left in many hearts-
Feels outpouring love.

Sends down wet air-licks,
Apply daily, over here
tickle Glenn's best ear.

No hurt here, Dad-Mom
just endless joy, love, head rubs-
Reminders of you!

I'm here to greet you
Later - God's perfect time -will
remain at your side.

Don't grieve much, Daddy
I haven't died - just napping
on the other side

Will lie in peace here
dreaming doggie-dreams until
you come home to me!

.
I'm so sorry to hear that your furkid, Taffy, has left your side for the Other Side, Glenn. I know this has got to be so sad for you; makes my eyes well up for you, and for me, I guess, as the thought of losing my furkids is a thought not easily endeavored. It's just so hard to put into words all the emotions a pet can touch in your heart or all the snapshot moments shared with then. But, I think it's fair to say that Taffy is now running painless and in perfect health through God's gorgeous golden fields with other furkinds and maybe even tripping the Light fantastic. Of course, you'll be in her presence again to resume the loving relationship you had with her in this realm. I can't believe how sensitive I am to death finality right now and can hardly see to type through my weeping eyes. I know it probably sounds horrible but I think sometimes people will fall apart and grieve more for their pets than members of their own families. Yes, I know. My bad. But then, I'm rambling right now. We spent the whole day at Mary Lynne's bagging things up and sorting what goes where. But that's another story. I just want you to know that my heart goes out to you and your wife and family over the lose of Taffy. It sounds like she was a real treasure and a joy to behold by your lovely poem, Glenn. You're in my thoughts.. {{hugs}}

]]> http://onlygothic.wordpress.com/?p=136 Sun, 12 Oct 2008 05:26:07 +0000 onlygothic http://onlygothic.pt-br.wordpress.com/2008/10/12/the-kreep-haunts-neverendingwonder-halloween-radio/

THE KREEP’S LATEST ODE TO CARPENTER’S HALLOWEEN

The Kreep, a gothic poet haunting Ezines, social sites and podcasts all across the internet, is one of theVoices Of Halloween on the 8th annual Neverendingwonder.com Halloween Radio.

In addition to broadcasting the widest variety of Halloween themed music & comedy on three award winning Halloween Radio stations every October, The NeverEndingWonder Halloween Radio Empire includes The Voices of Halloween! This audio series will present Halloween greetings, memories and station IDs from some of the most infamous names to horror fans including The Kreep, penned and voiced by R. O’Donnell. You’ll also hear the renowned Forrest J. Ackerman himself, as well as David Hedison (star of Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea and the original version of The Fly), David Chomiak (writer of Fido), Sean Keller (writer of Dario Argento’s upcoming film Gaillo), as well as other horror writers, horror film actors, makeup and effects artists, horror hosts, musicians and more.

The Kreep, produced by R. Productions in association with Hoffhines Productions, and published by Static Multimedia, is offered in several social media formats such as a syndicated feature on100percentofnothing.com, an art and culture Ezine linked to a free downloadable podcast on iTunes. Selected poems will also receive an audio/visual treatment and posted on YOUtube and Vampire Freaks while compilations can be found in book form on Issuu. A new Kreepy poem is available every Wednesday at midnight on 100% of Nothing with a link to a free iTunes podcast.

This week The Kreep pays poetic homage to John Capenter’s classic horror tale Halloween. Take a slice of Edward Gorey, a dash of Gothic angst with just a pinch of Doctor Seuss and you’ll understand THE KREEP’s sensibility.

Yes–being over 100 years old, Brazillia R. Kreep was old enough to have experienced John Carpenter’s brilliantly simple Halloweenas it premiered in movie theatres all across America in late October of 1978.  It terrified me, and my rather hefty assemblage of curious horror connoisseurs good n’ plenty (candy of choice).  As I recall, our kreepy killer Michael Myers even sent some of the patrons running up the isles, and out into the lobby screaming, with a trail of spilt popcorn the only sign that they had attended this gory slash-fest.  Of course such antics only added to the fun, and I knew in an instant that we were experiencing a horror cult classic of bloody-sized proportions.

Donald Pleasence (Dracula, Buried Alive) and Jamie Lee Curtis (The Fog, Prom Night) turn in bona fide gut-wrenching performances as the robotic murdering Myers turns their little town of Smiths Grove, Illinois bright red for All Saints Eve.  But it was Carpenter’s score that took on a sinister personality of its own, alerting audiences that our brutal ripper was about to step out of the shadows for the kill.  The theme song would become as famous as Bernard Herman’s Psycho and the Exorcist Tubular Bells theme. 

Produced by R. Productions in association with Hoffhines Productions, and published by Static Multimedia, The Kreep is offered in several social media formats such as a syndicated feature on 100% OF NOTHING, an art and culture Ezine linked to a free downloadable podcast on iTunes.  Selected poems will also receive an audio/visual treatment and posted on YOUtube and Vampire Freaks while compilations can be found in book form on Issuu.

A new Kreepy poem is available every Wednesday at midnight on 100% of Nothing with a link to a free iTunes podcast. Last week The Kreep’s poem was a tribute to one of the greatest serial killer films of all time The Silence of the Lambs, also on a deluxe DVD in stores now.

Take a slice of Edward Gorey,  a dash of Gothic angst with just a pinch of Doctor Seuss and you’ll understand THE KREEP’s sensibility.

External Kreepy Links

Available on iTunes as a free downloadable podcast on 100% OF NOTHING

KREEPY KRUMBS - VOL. I - BOOK OF POEMS

THE KREEP ON MYSPACE

THE KREEP ON VAMPIRE FREAKS

THE KREEP ON iTUNES † 

THE KREEP ON YOUtube

THE KREEP is an R. Productions, Static Multimedia, and Hoffhines Production gig. © 2008 R. Productions

source: r-productions.com

THE KREEP'S LATEST ODE TO CARPENTER'S HALLOWEEN

The Kreep, a gothic poet haunting Ezines, social sites and podcasts all across the internet, is one of theVoices Of Halloween on the 8th annual Neverendingwonder.com Halloween Radio.

In addition to broadcasting the widest variety of Halloween themed music & comedy on three award winning Halloween Radio stations every October, The NeverEndingWonder Halloween Radio Empire includes The Voices of Halloween! This audio series will present Halloween greetings, memories and station IDs from some of the most infamous names to horror fans including The Kreep, penned and voiced by R. O'Donnell. You'll also hear the renowned Forrest J. Ackerman himself, as well as David Hedison (star of Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea and the original version of The Fly), David Chomiak (writer of Fido), Sean Keller (writer of Dario Argento's upcoming film Gaillo), as well as other horror writers, horror film actors, makeup and effects artists, horror hosts, musicians and more.

The Kreep, produced by R. Productions in association with Hoffhines Productions, and published by Static Multimedia, is offered in several social media formats such as a syndicated feature on100percentofnothing.com, an art and culture Ezine linked to a free downloadable podcast on iTunes. Selected poems will also receive an audio/visual treatment and posted on YOUtube and Vampire Freaks while compilations can be found in book form on Issuu. A new Kreepy poem is available every Wednesday at midnight on 100% of Nothing with a link to a free iTunes podcast.

This week The Kreep pays poetic homage to John Capenter's classic horror tale Halloween. Take a slice of Edward Gorey, a dash of Gothic angst with just a pinch of Doctor Seuss and you’ll understand THE KREEP’s sensibility.

Yes–being over 100 years old, Brazillia R. Kreep was old enough to have experienced John Carpenter’s brilliantly simple Halloweenas it premiered in movie theatres all across America in late October of 1978.  It terrified me, and my rather hefty assemblage of curious horror connoisseurs good n’ plenty (candy of choice).  As I recall, our kreepy killer Michael Myers even sent some of the patrons running up the isles, and out into the lobby screaming, with a trail of spilt popcorn the only sign that they had attended this gory slash-fest.  Of course such antics only added to the fun, and I knew in an instant that we were experiencing a horror cult classic of bloody-sized proportions.

Donald Pleasence (Dracula, Buried Alive) and Jamie Lee Curtis (The Fog, Prom Night) turn in bona fide gut-wrenching performances as the robotic murdering Myers turns their little town of Smiths Grove, Illinois bright red for All Saints Eve.  But it was Carpenter’s score that took on a sinister personality of its own, alerting audiences that our brutal ripper was about to step out of the shadows for the kill.  The theme song would become as famous as Bernard Herman’s Psycho and the Exorcist Tubular Bells theme. 

Produced by R. Productions in association with Hoffhines Productions, and published by Static Multimedia, The Kreep is offered in several social media formats such as a syndicated feature on 100% OF NOTHING, an art and culture Ezine linked to a free downloadable podcast on iTunes.  Selected poems will also receive an audio/visual treatment and posted on YOUtube and Vampire Freaks while compilations can be found in book form on Issuu.

A new Kreepy poem is available every Wednesday at midnight on 100% of Nothing with a link to a free iTunes podcast. Last week The Kreep’s poem was a tribute to one of the greatest serial killer films of all time The Silence of the Lambs, also on a deluxe DVD in stores now.

Take a slice of Edward Gorey,  a dash of Gothic angst with just a pinch of Doctor Seuss and you’ll understand THE KREEP’s sensibility.

External Kreepy Links

Available on iTunes as a free downloadable podcast on 100% OF NOTHING

KREEPY KRUMBS - VOL. I - BOOK OF POEMS

THE KREEP ON MYSPACE

THE KREEP ON VAMPIRE FREAKS

THE KREEP ON iTUNES † 

THE KREEP ON YOUtube

THE KREEP is an R. Productions, Static Multimedia, and Hoffhines Production gig. © 2008 R. Productions

source: r-productions.com

My good friend R. Monaleza has just released the second book in a poetic trilogy that carries on the journey of self-discovery that she embarked on with 'Manifesto Of A Menopausal Woman' and will be continued in 'Unbound' (due for release in January 2009). Please support an up and coming writer with a lot to say and a very original way of saying it.

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but what blood did I spill

to get this far up the path?

Should I wonder at my wrinkles?

Should I be proud of these scars?

Will I regret the choices

made in desperate seconds

that stretch like years before me

as I get to poke myself with them

making tiny beads of blood

that ever drape my heart?

While I am solidly standing,

I still have the pains that bow

lesser womens backs.

with that listening ear I sometimes bend?

How did that gentle grow

with that easygoing grin you aim my way?

What did the angels do to bless  such special combinations

of laughter and concern,

intellect and insight?

How did that clever get inside you

where it has been so long unnoticed

and unappreciated?

Consider yourself found out!

You clever, clever man you!

1
Above us     the choking gray
Sky     looms.
Tonight
In bed
With you

I would     crush
The velvet
Star over     us
With     lush
Kisses,
Wet
As womb

And     trees,
Each limb     green
As it
Touches     us-

Green
As it
Bends
To drunken
Leaves.

2
I love         the feeling of
Black     mahogany
Breaking
Sound, but
Making love

Enormous     branches
Moving in
Wind
Creak     in
Bed

Waiting
To once
Grow leaves     again
Recrossing     each
Other
And other
Destroying
Each other     or
Over taking
Others
Without sound.

3
I can         see myself in
Front     of a
Mirror
Waiting
For a wrinkle
To appear,

A hair         to turn gray
And fall
Out.

The possibility
Of youth
Is but a
Wafer
On my
Tongue.           Her

Before
Me
Wandering.

Anyway,

It is there-
Standing
Between her legs

Until
My tears are rain,
Until
My breath is wind,
Until
I am dirt again.

Mae Linat © 2008

As I sat benieth a Autumn tree
Before the leaves began their fall
I watched as shadows  slowly danced
on Natures Mirror for us all..
The sky was blue, peeking through
as the sun began it's slow decline
and i heard a whisper in the wind
that spoke of Summertime...
I watched the sun burt through white clouds
like a diamond it did shine...
as if a star was there for me to see
( to find within the light of time...)
I thanked the Lord for blessing me
with the time for which to see
that nothing can change, the 'little things"
Seasons give us all for free.
With the way this world it's going
It's past time for us to find
Believers who will 2 by 2
Agree that Peace On Earth we'll find..
For when more believe  in something
then that something we will find..
and peace can be reality
and like a diamond it will shine...

Perhaps "Hello words" is the fifth blog of me, after three Persian blogs and an English one. Now I'm writing in four blogs and "Persian mevlana" 's website where you can find a lot of information about iranian espiritual poet; "Mowlana"... .

English and Farsi website: http://www.persianmevlan.ir/
Farsi blog:http://www.universityit.blogfa.com/
Farsi blog: http://www.greateacher.blogfa.com/

*********

I'm Ahmadreza Tavassoli who was born on 17th april 1990 in Iran and now I'm studying "English Literature" in the Guilan University. Perhaps "Hello words" helps me to communicate with other people without any borders and limitations .... .

The gigantic creation out there, propels any awakened person to sing a hymn of praise for the Creator - that is natural.

The poem was always there waiting for a poet to express!

"La ricerca è un continuo e incessante cammino.

Un eterno chiedere e chiedersi.

L'amore cerca l'amore, l'odio cerca l'odio,la sofferenza la sofferenza.

Nulla di umano per natura si genera ma tutto muta, si trasforma e rinasce ancora.

L'acqua torna nell'acqua, il fuoco nel fuoco, l'aria nell'aria.

Ciò che appartiene al genere umano è tuttavia fragile tanto nel corpo quanto nell'anima ma ahimé il corpo ha una visibilità  l'anima non la ha.

Non mi è difficile fare queste considerazioni da una prima lettura della silloge ma è necessario rileggere e appuntare a parte l'ombra dell' apparente chiarezza.

L'anima rappresenta da sempre il vero campo da battaglia su cui  si incontrano e scontrano tutte le passioni:l'amore, la gioia il dolore...

In queste liriche si dà forma, sostanza e materia a un qualcosa che è intangibile. Cosa?

La sofferenza. La sofferenza è tangibile e se sofferenza è conseguenza dell'amore allora anche l'amore ha tangibilità.

Se amare porta al fatalismo indistinto, l'importante è che quello a cui si tende raggiunge le fattezze di un Dio che "Forse... c'è, ma è troppo lontano".

Allora ecco la natura che mai abbandona alcuno; viene sempre in soccorso come una madre o un amante immaginario a dare e ad infondere la pace e l'armonia.

Il sogno ad "occhi aperti" può rendere possibile anche il riuscire a prendere "la Luna nel pozzo"

Alla fine la tua ricerca fa assomigliare la donna ad una bambina quando nella lirica "Gioco d'amore" si frappone  "io e te e il nulla", "io e te e il tutto"

L'amore tanto sofferto è il motore della vita e se non si ha quel "tutto", il nulla che si può avvertire è soltanto apparente ai sensi.

Nulla sarà l'indefinito, l'infinito e eterno insieme come una musa , come una dea che leggera vive tra i mortali.

La luna è nel cielo"

Jahrspaziergang

Lesung von Robert Huber mit Musik

Spaziergänge sind fast überall und auf unterschiedlichste Weise möglich, also auch literarisch im Jahr.
Wenn nun so ein Jahrspaziergang durch einen bestimmten Ort, in eine nahe Zukunft sowie zu seltsamen
Begegnungen und Ereignissen führt, bekommt er neben gesunder Entspannung noch Spannung.
Wer gern dabei sein will, ist herzlichst eingeladen.

Um 20:00 Uhr gehen wir los.

Immer wieder werden Pausen gemacht, in denen uns Alexander Kinsky musikalische Stärkungen reichen wird.

I shall call you the moon

for being a wolf I worship you

you calm my wildest whisper

and bring forth with willing glow

a song that resides within me.

I sing softly from my soul,

it bursts forth with loving echo,

I cannot contain my power

my longing to be with others

of my kind. 

Your pale glow brings images

that in the light are less mystic,

and less complete,

as the bliss of being open.

I feel the darks sheltering quiet

and understanding cover

as my heart lifts and opens

like a flower that blooms at night.

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who is no longer seen

but missed despite my wandering. 

I turn the page and run into thought

that ever would amuse him

but now he will never know

 and the thought makes me lonely

cause I am not suppose to miss him.