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As expected
Posted in Despair, Life, Literature, Poetry, Words, World on April 26, 2009 | 6 Comments »
A wish essential for survival
Posted in Blabla, Despair, Life, Love, Poetry, Words, tagged 3WW, disillusionment, passion, wish on January 5, 2009 | 2 Comments »
To keep the glimmer
of passion alive
while the sordid breath of
disillusionment
keeps passion subdued
– Niebla ( © 2008 )
Written using wish, passion and glimmer from 3WW. Less a poem than … well … a wish.
Late
Posted in Despair, Life, Literature, Love, Poetry, Words on December 20, 2008 | 4 Comments »
I tend to be late –
but so do you –
late in saying something
like I love you
We both take our time
to let emotions seep
through thought –
before realization,
for verification
We seem to be
inevitably late
at alternating times,
hardly ever meeting
in mind, in love
Too late…
– Niebla
Too true and for Sunday Scribblings’ Late.
Delicate jaded night
Posted in Blabla, Despair, Imagination, Life, Literature, Poetry, World, tagged darkness, jaded, mist, night on October 17, 2008 | 3 Comments »
I’m walking farther into a mist
I could call a delicate jaded night
Sometimes it lifts a little
to reveal contours of rock structures
far away, only to become
jaded again as I trot along,
stepping into puddles,
trying to avoid the pitfalls
of the delicate jaded night
– Niebla ( © 2008 )
Written to involve delicate, jaded, night from 3WW. Three words that [...]
999
Posted in Blabla, Dadaism, Death, Despair, Eden, Humor, Imagination, Language, Paradise, Poetry, Scardanelli, Words, tagged celebration, dada, Dickinson, Donne, nonsense, Vogelweide on February 22, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Thank you, unknown visitors, for 999 visits!
In celebration of which a dada poem derived from reflected and unreflected sources and eclectic syntactic influences:
Tandaraday
Death – do not despair*
Eden ith nair –
Tandaraday –
Where we lay
In days long past
Memory – thou hast
Tandaraday
– Scardanelli
* Having shed pride
Bleak morning
Posted in Despair, Life, Love, Nature, Scardanelli, World on June 28, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
It is a Thursday morning in late June.
The weather is cold and bleak, more like autumn and decay than the summit of summer.
It is one of those days where it hardly seems worth it to climb out of bed.
Heaviness.
No outlook.
Work to perpetuate the status quo.
Signs of decay on the health front.
My relationships to others and [...]
You had a hundred billion chances and ways to have avoided today
Posted in Death, Despair, Life, Words on April 20, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
But you decided to spill my blood. You forced me into a corner and gave me only one option. The decision was yours. Now you have blood on your hands that will never wash off.
No. You decided to spill your blood and that of others.
No. Perhaps you [...]
Life and sense
Posted in Blabla, Despair, Life, Love, Mysticism, Poetry on March 24, 2007 | 2 Comments »
Some days
like today
life, my life
appears to be
devoid of sense.
Even though
I know
that I’m supposed
to advance,
to gain
experience.
On days
like this
there is
no love,
love is
buried.
I am one
big open wound,
I am only dread
and despair.
Days like this –
the only
hope is
they’ll go by,
and experience
tells that
days like this
have gone by
in the past.
– Niebla
