Poetry...

[Lilly]

I want to express to all that your poetry is inspirational to me. Thank you Yulia for starting such a wonderful topic.

Respectfully,
LillyNomad

p.s. Phillip darling, thank you for your kind words. Your poetry is lovely too.

[Phillip]

Don't walk in front of me,
I may not follow.

Don't walk behind me,
I may not lead.

Just walk beside me and be my friend.

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Live long and prosper

[Phillip]

BLINDED!

I am memorising your eyes
You are memorising mine.
Your beauty breaks into my vision.
Could this be a new occasion?

The glint drives into mine.
Attraction reels me in.
Yet I pulled back to
re-adjust my focus.

Occasion avoided.
It was not my mission.
There was nothing said &,
nothing mentioned.

Yet, the glint still burns inside.
My eyes wide open.
I turn my head, &
it▓s still there.

Somewhere inside me,
A fire still burns, because┘
Your ever trusting gaze,
Is resting deep within.

It sometimes seems,
That a hundred glints,
Would not complete my needs,
to keep loves dreams alive.

Is it that connection? &,
that touching that I love?
To precious to warrant words,
nor thoughts to analyse.

A brief moment of honesty.
That revealed something more,
I had not thought existed,
although quietly I strived.

Despite the occasion,
which I had envisaged, &
feelings brought into the open
Never coming to fruition┘

Gives me rise,
for premonition.
A moment of inspiration
changed my life.

Knowing that it could have,
perhaps should have been.
Leaves me feeling something more,
in this imperfect world.

[Adunis]

Injection
__________________


I am helplessly addicted to you.
You are my life-shots I take
happily , sadly and abscent-mindedly -
awake, asleep; dead and alive.

My encounter with you is
madness unceasingly crawling into my veines.
As I can have you only through a needle,
( the bridge between two incompatible continents)
I have to undergo an infinite number of
transformations.
Strangly, you are , for me ,
an unbreakable promise
lost between the needle
and the dosage.

You reside not only my soul
but the frightning intersection
of solitude and of dreaming.

You are utterly penetrating
like an old sadness.

But there has always been something magical
between your lips and your voice:
words that are hardened by anything but passion keep on
dying.

The last time you reached your
highest, hottest summits,
your heart unfolded like a
nocturnal flower-
that was a sign of the
night's survival in your songs.

I am rich of you. So please
never poor me of you.
In our togetherness,
loneliness lenthens,
flames and ages.

You are the injection
that affects me not by
the act of injecting.
You are the scream and
am your echo.

I will keep hunting your
forgetfulness and your secrets.

a wave of anguish,
falling kisses,
raising despairs - such are
your signs and symbols : uncommunicable.

I hunger for you.
I crave your almond-like skin,
and your ___, and your...
and I keep hunting you down
like a leopard in the Atlas mountains.
And I increase the dosage....

K.L.

[Lilly]

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[This message has been edited by Lilly (edited 23 March 2000).]

[Adunis]

( you might find yourself in the presence of an unusual
mode of expression. That is because the text is trying to
point to an exceptional experience. it follows then the
language itself has to reflect that experience in an
unusual manner).


You have my mind and my soul.
My mind has you;
my soul expects you-
my whole self is traveling towards you.
(But are you my only destination?)

You are always on my mind -
light, heavy;
standing , laying ...

I once dreamt I was the
wave and you shored me at every break.
I was , in a dream, the wave and you
the shore. I kept coming back to you
over and over again.

I once soul-travelled to you,
and you kept me - a cherished secret to
your side.

I once learnt from you -
perception and reflection
are two rivers departing from you
to you.

I once thought your eyes were
two stars guiding me deeply to you.

I once heard your name whispered by every tree.

I once saw your name written with water
on every part of my body.

You invade my mind;
You attack my aloneness with your
passion till I have nowhere left to go.
How can we ever miss each other?

I shall break into your soul and
rob myself from myself to you.

I asked if I could move my
dreams outward. You smiled.

I , the forsaken by my own language,
mix my desire with your temptation
and
I sing, I
dance, I
drink ...
I drink to the aura of your existence.

How can I love you
less and less
to have you
more and more?
The less I think about you,
the more you grow in me -
You have become an aching / beating part of me.

I asked if you could stir me into long and
sleepless nights.
I asked if I could "fleshly"
bridge my cells with your cells
and make the two continents - once apart-
one continent all-together :

I say what you think with my tongue.
I breathe with your lungs.

Like links in a chain,
we keep wrist-to-wrist.

I start where you end
I end where you start like a ring.
I keep falling into you
not like you keep falling into me :
I take you in all your mental states with
all my body states -
sane or insane
healthy or sick.

You keep falling into me
as I keep climbing myself into you.

KhalifaL.

[Lilly]

Adunis,
That verse is the most moving I have ever read.
It affected me to the point of tears. Lovely, just lovely. No one has been able to see this, it reflects what is in my soul.

Who is the poet Khalifal? I yearn to read more of his works.

LillyNomad,
Green Eyes Lamenting