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libertygrl
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Posted 11/06/06 - 1:35 AM:
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11/5/06 10:19pm petrified

there she was, alone

cold, grey statue of a woman
with arms wide open,
and she couldn't remember
how long she had been there
and she didn't know why,
she didn't know why

she didn't know why
she couldn't breathe
she didn't know why
she couldn't cry
she didn't know

black cords wrapped round her eyes
around her chest, around her heart
they bound her arms beneath the stone,
they gripped her soul beneath the bone.

it was the curse she had forgotten,
from the woman in glass,
the one with a jealous heart,
fingers like ice,
rotted ears that hear no sound,
a voice as black as death.

she caught the curse,
she wrought the curse,
she brought the curse,
she bought the curse.

at the top of the mountain
he came to that place,
he saw the sadness in her face,
he saw the arms of stone held out
and took her into his embrace.

what a pitiful man this is, she thought,
he only wants to take me home
and leave me in his garden.
he only wants to see me break,
he only wants to break me.

but there he stood with arms held tight,
held close around her body right
he stood all day and stood all night

until without a sound

each cord around her heart unwound
these blistered ties upon her eyes
unbound so
finally she could see
and now she could cry
a million tears to flood the sky
no words to come to ask him why,
she didn't know what she could give.

it was because you loved me, he said.

because i knew you once, when you were dead,
and now you are alive.

so live.
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Posted 11/06/06 - 1:46 AM:

That was a rush.
and a story of the divine.
Thats the way it made me feel.

It leaped out way past the words
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Posted 11/21/06 - 4:35 PM:

What I get from this is "Sometimes, you can't move on unless you found a way to release the pain, even if its a pain that makes you ashamed of yourself" because I do get a sense that this song isn,t so much about sorrow or pain, but self-inflicted shame, the resentment of self-pity, possibly the most damaging self-destructive state.

Your poetry always stands out, regardless of the topic (and regardless of wether or not it's a new topic or an old one you go back to) because there is, in your writing, something quite rare, which I've come to refer to as 'the risk of naked emotions.' You are not afraid to make yourself appear 'vulnerable' in your writing, and yet, your words never feel like they're self-depreciating, or that you write typical 'angst lyrics.' You strike a balance there, keep it poetic, beautiful, and yet, it unsettles because the simplicity of the words usually hide much of the complexities a human will struggle with.

For lack of a better phrase, I'd say this poem is eloquently tortured
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Posted 11/21/06 - 4:46 PM:

thank you, both, for your thoughtful appreciation & feedback.

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Posted 11/21/06 - 4:52 PM:

This may not be your 'interview thread' but I am compelled to ask, because I get a sense your writing is never entirely leisurly. Do you feel a desire, or would you say it's more of a need, to write?
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Posted 11/21/06 - 5:17 PM:

almost all of my work in an artistic sense - fiction, poetry, painting, etc - happens in response to periodic bursts of strong inspiration. so you could call it a need, sure. when the inspiration comes on, i feel strongly compelled to obey it.
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Posted 11/21/06 - 5:28 PM:

That was very beautiful, on many levels. The pace and rythme were awesome. My soul listened, with eagerness.

I will respond with a poem of my own, in good form, to resonate with your inspirational vibration.

The fairytale reality-

What more could you want
in a world
where each person
is a quest?

It's time to stop dreaming
awaken
and join me in this
living fairytale

What warriors of you
can pierce the darkest heart
with a blade of forgiveness?

Alchemists are needed
to make blood again
what are now
hearts of stone

What healers out there
will fight for this cause
by speaking the charmed
language of love?

What force out there
would dare
resist us?
IammyaspectofUs
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Posted 11/21/06 - 5:43 PM:

A brilliant challenge, said more clearly than I can ever remember.
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Posted 11/27/06 - 12:43 PM:

libertygrl wrote:
11/5/06 10:19pm petrified

there she was, alone

cold, grey statue of a woman
with arms wide open,
and she couldn't remember
how long she had been there
and she didn't know why,
she didn't know why

she didn't know why
she couldn't breathe
she didn't know why
she couldn't cry
she didn't know

black cords wrapped round her eyes
around her chest, around her heart
they bound her arms beneath the stone,
they gripped her soul beneath the bone.

it was the curse she had forgotten,
from the woman in glass,
the one with a jealous heart,
fingers like ice,
rotted ears that hear no sound,
a voice as black as death.

she caught the curse,
she wrought the curse,
she brought the curse,
she bought the curse.

at the top of the mountain
he came to that place,
he saw the sadness in her face,
he saw the arms of stone held out
and took her into his embrace.

what a pitiful man this is, she thought,
he only wants to take me home
and leave me in his garden.
he only wants to see me break,
he only wants to break me.

but there he stood with arms held tight,
held close around her body right
he stood all day and stood all night

until without a sound

each cord around her heart unwound
these blistered ties upon her eyes
unbound so
finally she could see
and now she could cry
a million tears to flood the sky
no words to come to ask him why,
she didn't know what she could give.

it was because you loved me, he said.

because i knew you once, when you were dead,
and now you are alive.

so live.


Beautifully moving & captivating, Lib

quest
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Posted 11/27/06 - 5:03 PM:

thank you, quest. smiling face

your poem is lovely, too, yogi; valiant. thank you for your feedback.

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