Though long and a bit abstract(if you could call it that,) I haven't submitted a good amount of work in quite some time so I guess this at least something to throw in. Enjoy it if you can.
I found myself tip toeing in
Unfamiliar territory. The
Anomalous conclave of your thoughts.
I am graceful enough to not be caught.
I am moonlight walking.
The envy of every man;
The love of every woman.
But not you, you were different.
Instead you had me crucified with my emotions.
Then, like Pontius Pilate,
You washed your hands of me.
Now here I am, looking through your every thought
And not quite understanding them all, as if they were
Merely paintings worked onto a canvas by a painter
Long gone; fated for constant misinterpretation.
These scenes are mostly familiar to me, though some are
A little hazy in my own memories. A few offer little
More than foggy images shoddily pasted together, like
Trying to remember a movie that you've fallen asleep in.
Now I've become clumsy in my emotions.
Now you've become aware of my presence,
And I have no explanation to offer your now
Troubled mind, the same mind I was just looking into.
I'd tell you it was because I had to.
I'd tell you I had to know, that there was
No other way. But all I can really tell you
Is that none of this is true.
So I instead tell you of what I've seen and
What I need to see more of again. I try
To reason and argue with the best of my rhetoric,
My hands following verbal precedent to no avail as I speak.
How interesting it is that you caught me
In my love for you. Caught me red handed
As I waved with both hands to
Your eyes of such soft hue.
But you just sat with a
Perplexed and puzzled look,
Still not fully aware of
My complete invasion of privacy.
As it all started to come to you at once
You just sat and watched. Watched my red flags waving
In the cream colored sky; watched with eyes that told
Me your every thought in one quick narrowing.
And after everything
I had just told you,
You said but one thing to me;
one line and it was done.
"There's hell in hello, but more in goodbye."
Poetry by Latiep Nolingus
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Written on 2006-01-06 at 00:18
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Red Flags Waving in the Cream Colored Sky
With carefully calculated easeI found myself tip toeing in
Unfamiliar territory. The
Anomalous conclave of your thoughts.
I am graceful enough to not be caught.
I am moonlight walking.
The envy of every man;
The love of every woman.
But not you, you were different.
Instead you had me crucified with my emotions.
Then, like Pontius Pilate,
You washed your hands of me.
Now here I am, looking through your every thought
And not quite understanding them all, as if they were
Merely paintings worked onto a canvas by a painter
Long gone; fated for constant misinterpretation.
These scenes are mostly familiar to me, though some are
A little hazy in my own memories. A few offer little
More than foggy images shoddily pasted together, like
Trying to remember a movie that you've fallen asleep in.
Now I've become clumsy in my emotions.
Now you've become aware of my presence,
And I have no explanation to offer your now
Troubled mind, the same mind I was just looking into.
I'd tell you it was because I had to.
I'd tell you I had to know, that there was
No other way. But all I can really tell you
Is that none of this is true.
So I instead tell you of what I've seen and
What I need to see more of again. I try
To reason and argue with the best of my rhetoric,
My hands following verbal precedent to no avail as I speak.
How interesting it is that you caught me
In my love for you. Caught me red handed
As I waved with both hands to
Your eyes of such soft hue.
But you just sat with a
Perplexed and puzzled look,
Still not fully aware of
My complete invasion of privacy.
As it all started to come to you at once
You just sat and watched. Watched my red flags waving
In the cream colored sky; watched with eyes that told
Me your every thought in one quick narrowing.
And after everything
I had just told you,
You said but one thing to me;
one line and it was done.
"There's hell in hello, but more in goodbye."
Poetry by Latiep Nolingus
Read 836 times
Written on 2006-01-06 at 00:18
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