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Poems - D
Deaf Impaired
It is not the sound of a voice that has never known pain
But the pain of a voice that has never known sound.
We melt into the stillness we can hear.
She is the stillness we can't hear.
Wear bright red, my friend,
For that noisy voice my eyes are drenched in the blood of your
tribute to a bdw. (black deaf woman)
© 1992 The Crisses - Top
Déjà Vu
Place your feet in the familiar steps of your life,
Settled into prints left behind before you came.
Prints so fitting and comfortable because they are your own.
Haven't you ever felt like you've been here before?
© 1993 The Crisses - Top
Eve 4/10/93
Delayed,
Each step in stark solitude,
The children play.
Delusional dreaming of the day they'll be as one.
Their hands clasped,
But their hopes empty...
Each steps further into mischance,
Hopeless seeming.
Lost little girl wonders,
Where have the tears gone?
Little sense,
Her hands clench on empty air,
And she watches her father-friend fall.
© 1993 The Crisses - Top
Demon Rising/Falling Angel
Demon Rising
Heaven's heart has been brought to me,
In a form I never thought to see,
Her captivating smile, her beautiful face,
A curvaceous angel, flying full of grace.
Gentle eyes glow over an aching smile,
But a moment to forget what I once held vile.
In only a moment, all pain I withheld
Fled me in love when the angel I held.
All evil betrayed me in one warm embrace
All wrong was now right as I looked at her face
The darkness has fled me, to my strange delight,
Her soft glowing skin has filled me with light.
Still not forgotten, my terrible vow
Which forces me to leave, return to hell now.
My lips portray promises to leave me a friend.
I try to go home but find I ascend.
Falling Angel
A wicked heart have now I found,
As I wandered forlorn above the ground,
Was love I was seeking, to heaven or bust,
My love now betrays me, for I have found lust.
So wickedly slender, so evilly lost.
When I saw her form rising, I cared not the cost.
I knew what I wanted, both then and there
My legs to entrap her, my hands in her hair.
All goodness betrayed me in a lusty grasp
I pressed myself to her and heard my own gasp
The light is now tainted, useless, defiled
My lust has sprang forward, energetic and wild.
Still not forgotten, my chastity fair
So I unclasp my legs, untangle her hair.
For a long lusty night, I'd've forsaken it all,
I try to go homeward to find that I fall.
© 1991 The Crisses - Top
Devotion
What brings me to this ceaseless orbit
Making rings around your fierce immolation?
My sun in the heavens brightly shining...
I can not seem to break away,
Caught in the well of your attraction
In the glory of your gravity.
Nor would I want to succumb
To the centrifugal force of my fragile esteem,
The aimless wanderings of my tired mind,
My hapless bodies.
I turn to face you,
Sometimes reluctantly, pulled towards you and like to be the death of me,
I turn away, too engrossed in my rapturous devotion.
Never for long, I turn again to face you,
Starved for the warmth of your embrace.
© 1992 The Crisses - Top
"Document 1"
Ice 3/6/93
No simple border this,
That edge between life and living.
One moment high upon the cliffs,
The next in a cold dark hell...
Is there anything worth feeling in a world
Where all love becomes pain?
Ambivalence, apathy, listlessness,
That is me.
Do I care enough to even write?
Why would I want you to know how I feel?
I wouldn't want anyone to know if I felt like this.
So I drag my world of light and laughter,
Love and feeling,
Through the mystic shredder.
All my sister spirits cannot help me,
This life revolved around me,
Although they try,
They find I die.
If there is no way for me to go
Except from joy to pain,
Then better that I go from joy to nothing,
To nothing where No one hears me calling,
No one heeds the Calling.
No one can, my Mother lays beneath my shattered corpse.
All I cling to shatters,
Nothing matters.
© 1993 The Crisses - Top
2/24/93
Double beat
Love and heat
Trembling touch
Our fingers clutch
Unwanted tease
Weakened knees
Entangling arms
Irresistable charms
Gleaming eye
Both so shy
Hand on cheek
Kisses meek
© 1993 The Crisses - Top
2/24/93
Double beat
Pressed against me
Love and heat
Red rising to my cheeks
Trembling touch
We meet at last...
Our fingers clutch
© 1993 The Crisses - Top
Down the Endless Corridor
Star? 1986 (not my best by far...re: astral travel w/Paul)
I can but link to other's soul,
Or body, or their mind
The long hard road to other worlds
Is the one I cannot find.
Why is the endless passageway
Forbidden for me to see?
How can I get to another world
If I am not yet free?
What links a soul to body?
What makes me want to hide?
Where are the fruitful paths?
Why haven't I yet cried?
Take me with you,
Caring Knight.
My soul is weak,
I have no sight.
You have visions
Whence I can't
Or must I utter
A witch's chant?
To where, in the corridor,
Does the wind blow?
Inside does it rain?
Are there inches of snow?
Where would you find me,
If I enter, too?
How can I seek
One as gifted as you?
So, down the endless corridor,
My weak soul trails,
Through the gusts of wind
And the beating of hails...
And off to the left,
Is the colorful wall.
I take a step for it,
But only to fall.
I can follow you upwards,
But I'm not so strong.
My arms become tired,
My breath becomes long.
I cannot so travel,
But to follow, I may.
I cannot try to journey
And not slip away.
I am of the simple Healers
Not 'Travellers or Seers:
I remove the effects
Of one too many beers.
I can travel through a body,
Maybe another land,
But not the Endless Corridor...
Where I cannot stand.
So, how to find
The forbidden passageway?
For, in this world,
We may not stay.
And how to get there,
Can we but hope?
Perhaps I'll find
A leading rope?
But, as for now,
Your guidance helps,
To dream of forests
And puppy yelps....
© 1986 The Crisses - Top