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adalger: Earthrise as seen from the moon, captured on camera by the crew of Apollo 16 (Default)
Wednesday, June 15th, 2011 10:15 pm
She stretches forth her arm, her open hand,
Averts her pallid face, and lifts her chin
As if she's had this whole encounter planned.

Her pose insists: "I know you understand.
You know my need. Now let the game begin."
She stretches forth her arm, her open hand.

Her finger, scarred, recalls her wedding band,
Removed in contemplation of this sin
As if she's had this whole encounter planned.

She waits there, silent, full of cold demand,
A waxen lover made of parrafin.
She stretches forth her arm, her open hand.

She is a statue sculpted out of sand
That starts to crumble as the tide comes in
As if she's had this whole encounter planned.

And at the edge of darkness, there I stand,
So captivated by this mannequin.
She stretches forth her arm, her open hand,
As if she's had this whole encounter planned.
adalger: Earthrise as seen from the moon, captured on camera by the crew of Apollo 16 (Default)
Tuesday, May 17th, 2011 08:30 pm
I saw a man inside my head
Who filled my heart with fear and doubt.
He made me wish that I were dead.

I drank my wine, I ate my bread.
I wondered, what is life about?
I saw a man inside my head.

He spoke; I think he spoke. He said
"You in the darkness there, come out!"
He made me know that I was dead.

I have a date today. I dread
He'll call it just another bout.
I saw a man inside my head

Who told me he would die instead
And save my soul from the final rout.
He made me wish that he were dead.

When sunset comes I'll go to bed
In silence, prayerful and devout.
I saw a man inside my head
Who made me wonder, what is "dead"?
adalger: Earthrise as seen from the moon, captured on camera by the crew of Apollo 16 (Default)
Thursday, September 2nd, 2010 11:37 pm
Standing, late at night, under the street lamp on the corner,
She wonders, if she could somehow talk to herself back then,
What should she say to that girl? How could she possibly warn her

In any way that was better than the words of the woman who'd borne her,
That everything isn't always as easy as it was when you were ten?
Standing, late at night, under the street lamp on the corner,

Casting about in the dark and wondering if anyone would mourn her,
She takes a moment to think about the lonely places she's been.
What should she say to that girl? How could she possibly warn her

That the pain of the needle as it injects the brilliant inks that adorn her
Will feel like the artist's fingers on her breast in memory when
She's standing late at night under the street lamp on the corner.

She knows they're stupid as sheep; how ironic that they have shorn her
Of whatever warmed her insides. It's almost like something from Zen.
What should she say to that girl? How could she possibly warn her

How easy it was to find herself alone and lost and forlorn, her
Penance for ever having had a thing to do with men.
What should she say to that girl? How could she possibly warn her
About standing late at night under the street lamp on the corner?
adalger: Earthrise as seen from the moon, captured on camera by the crew of Apollo 16 (Default)
Wednesday, September 9th, 2009 02:00 pm
Place your arms around me, so:
A shield against the crying cold --
I feel it wait there; I must go

Deep into the piling snow
That covers that once-verdant fold.
Place your arms around me, so

They shelter from the bitter blow
My heart that shivers, shriveled, old,
I feel it. Wait there. I must go

A step alone, for none may know
These secrets listened to and told.
Place your arms around me. So

Defenseless, I must face the foe,
The fear, the frozen faceless -- BOLD
I feel it wait! THERE I must go

NOW and can you help me? NO!
But ... yes, oh Sunlight, warm and gold!
Place your arms around me, so
I FEEL it. Wait. There I must ... go.
adalger: Earthrise as seen from the moon, captured on camera by the crew of Apollo 16 (Default)
Friday, May 22nd, 2009 10:53 am
When I see my own reflection,
Shall I say that I don't care?
In the glass of recollection,

Was I pure in my affection?
If I lay my spirit bare
When I see my own reflection,

I could never claim perfection
Seeing true the image there
In the glass of recollection.

In the opposite direction
(Where my ego tends to err
When I see my own reflection),

My humility's objection
Says my pride is hardly fair.
In the glass of recollection,

Automatic incorrection
Makes me wonder how I dare
When I see my own reflection
In the glass of recollection.
adalger: Submillimeter and X-ray enhanced photo of the black hole in Centaurus A (galaxy)
Friday, April 24th, 2009 12:11 pm
As I lurch through the canyon of death and despair,
And I breathe the corruption that hangs in a cloud
All around me, the syrupy, scrofulous air

Falls oppressive, tyrannical, onto my bare
Epidermis. The cries of the dead echo loud
As I lurch through the canyon of death and despair,

And I know that I'll never escape from in there
With the greedy, the lustful, the angry, the proud
All around me. The syrupy, scrofulous air

And the filth of the land are the cross that I bear
For eternity, shorn of the faith I'd avowed,
As I lurch through the canyon of death and despair.

I acknowledge my penance, accept it as fair:
The relentless refrain of the dead as they crowd
All around me; the syrupy, scrofulous air.

There is none who can save me. There's none who would dare
To invade the dominion that shackles me, cowed,
As I lurch through the canyon of death, and despair,
All around me the syrupy, scrofulous air.
adalger: Earthrise as seen from the moon, captured on camera by the crew of Apollo 16 (Default)
Wednesday, April 8th, 2009 07:48 pm
*clink*
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*skink*
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*chink*
*whunk*
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*crink*
*chunk*
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*bink*
*tunk*
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adalger: Earthrise as seen from the moon, captured on camera by the crew of Apollo 16 (Default)
Sunday, March 29th, 2009 08:02 pm
Forge onward, brave, against despair
When cruel destiny awaits,
And at the end you'll find me there.

The prize is rich for those who dare
To pit their strength against their fates.
Forge onward, brave, against despair

To hold the hand of human care.
Hold fast until the pain abates,
And at the end you'll find me there.

In darkness when you know not where
The path leads safely to the gates,
Forge onward, brave, against despair.

Oh, sailor, well I wish you fare
Among those narrow rocky straits,
And at the end you'll find me there.

When heart is heavy, soul laid bare,
And nowhere can you see your mates,
Forge onward, brave, against despair
And at the end you'll find me there.