Harley

I like writing poetry to express self. Here is some of my poetry o__o. Please feel free to comment or post your own .
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"Lemon"

In the ice cold zest
Of mourning,
I opened my heart
To love,
Carelessly ignoring
While imploring other
Options from above.
Frosted over the
Windowpane,
Broken under excuses
And frozen again
When the heat
Rolled in
I examined the damage
And grieved the famine
That set in bones,
Speaking in tones
Too harsh for the deaf.
When asked to explain
I tend to forget,
Again and again
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"Above the Din"

Why, my friend!
You're gorgeous!
Why is it I'm only now
Noticing the way
Your eyes light up?
All those silent nights
Where we've held hands
In Dreamland, dreamscape,
Scraping by in bitter reality,
Burdened with harsh destiny.
We'll mutiny the stars,
If we ultimately must,
Just don't give up on us;
Please, don't give up on us.
I meet the people I should,
I greet the people I know;
If love has taught me anything,
I just hope I let it show.
Please, let go and let love
Show you the way.
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(forgive my Spanish <__< )

"El Caballo"

Me encantaría hablar
En el idioma de tu madre,
Conocer las palabras que
Se han conocido tus ojos.
En inglés, tienes todo
Lo que necesitas
Pero en tus pastos
Tu vagar libre


"The Horse"

I would love to speak
The language of your mother,
To know the words that
Have known your eyes.
In English, you have all
That you need
But in your pastures,
You roam free.
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"Dying Beats Ease"

Sugar, sugar, sugar,
Granules seep from my eyes,
And trail for miles;
My arms sweep in a wide arc
As I slowly embrace sky going by.
If I open my mouth,
I loathe to lose the glue coating my insides,
Glazing the pinks and browns I'm so fond of.
Dreaming night back from cliff's edge,
Sewing no hope from window's ledge,
And if this ache refuses to abate,
I have no choice.
Drawing in the soothing sounds of your heart within mine,
Sinking slowly within the sands of time,
The rhythmic pounding of plates' erosion,
No eruption except for the love of nothing
Bleeding from a deadened oasis of song.
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"Legacy"

I AM the daughter of the FATHER
And all encompassing GODDESS,
He who SURVIVES with Her LOVING LIGHT.
I AM the ambassador of FAITH and HEART,
The strength of POWER within me
BELIES all intentions within my range.
I AM the reflection of this very human FEAR;
The one that longs to draw closer along
Frayed edges of a whirling chaos,
Brimming with another love under wraps.
I AM my FATHER'S DAUGHTER, the
PROMISE OF THE GODDESS unyielding;
They EAT of my flesh and I AM expected
Not to BETRAY this very human FEAR;
This HEART only quivers from the succulence
Of their seductive breaths, of carbon dioxide,
Filling my lungs to the brim and crossing over
Into a life that doesn't involve separating
My HEART from my love of others,
The LOVE of others from pieces of SELF.
Regardless, I AM my FATHER'S DAUGHTER
And the DAUGHTER of THE GODDESS;
They LIVE within ME and I in THEY.
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"When It Rains"

Daddy's in jail and
Momma's in hell
Daddy's in jail and
Momma's in hell
Because
When it rains it pours
In pores
The gore of sores crystallize
Thick goop to scoop
In the bared hollow of a spoon
Can you bring me the moon?
Is it too soon to loom
Over the monsoons of June
Crumbled into fine mists
Trembling lips kiss
Miss insists yet says nothing
Because
When it rains it pores
Bores the whores who want more
Than the tallied scores in fives
On a lipstick case
Notches on a leather casket of a belt
Captured by the embrace of a frown
Fallen upside down
Around town
They know my name
They know the game
Yet
It's always the same
The blame is to never refrain
Despite how many I detain
The waxing crescendo begins to wane
It's always the same
When it rains it pours
Daddy's in hell and
Momma's in jail
Daddy can spell and
Momma can't tell
Momma's in jail and
They say oh well
When it rains it pours
When it rains it pores
Do you remember what it's like
When it rains?
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"Heli"

Black hawk down
Don't you turn this around
A mile laid in crowns
Spiraling frowns
And all the king's forces
Pranced about in horses
Denying the mournful cry
Of a dove's flight bite
Her black hawk's down
No one's coming around
Her black hawk's crown
Spinning tops lounge
The queen's turning green
At the site of gangrene
Yet they dance around the fire
Spiraling higher
Frequent flier miles
Smoke signals to the east
Faces in the fire
Kachina west knows best
For the black hawk down
Dove's coming around
Don't you turn this around
Don't you come around now
Don't you pretend anyhow
My black hawk's down
I don't need you around
My dove's coming around
It's about time
I rediscover flight
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"Lull"

There are so many things I want to tell you
And no words to express their entirety.
Caught in the soft shoulder of a snowstorm,
I am resting my eyes and drifting into sleep

In beauty, there is no way to explain
The way a heartbeat slows after so long
The way a heartbeat slows after so long

In comfort, I have no place to complain
And yet, in these tears, it is okay.
They bring peace to a tightly wound string.
After so long, there is silence to suffering.

In beauty, the words never can express,
Tranquility in releasing pain in faith,
Tranquility in finding the courage to let go.
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