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koan
02-09-2005, 06:59 PM
I wanted to share some of my poems in case they managed to touch anyone else.

I'll start with:

Chrysalis

A life to live
An open book
A soul to steal
For any crook

But dare I hide
Away the key
To finding what's
Inside of me?

Some may browse
And some may shop
Some may glance
And some may stop

But wherein does
My value lie
In my mind or
In their eye?

The light that grows
Inside of me
Cannot be bought
Nor is it free

Someday someone
Will come who knows
What brilliant crystal
In me grows

koan
02-10-2005, 05:26 AM
Forever already happened

Two lives in a heartbeat
Entwining, merging, striving
Fingers pulsing as they
Pry and twist and cling
To each other.

Two minds in a vortex
Reaching, wanting, longing
Thoughts racing as they
Pry and twist and cling
To each other.

Two lives out of billions
Searching, hoping, trying
Souls soaring and plummeting
As they succeed and fail and look
To each other.

A game not meant to be played
An action not meant to be stayed
A fever that eats the heart
And rips the spirit apart

Then I am left here wondering
If I call a name in the dark
Will it be yours and
Will you answer?

Farren
02-10-2005, 08:08 PM
:appl:

Good stuff, koan.

By the way I don't know if it was here or on another board, but we had a koan thread at some point, which was like a meandering dialogue in koan's. We should do that again sometime.

koan
02-10-2005, 08:29 PM
Thanks, Farren. :happywave:

The other forum I go to, only one person knew what a koan was. :shrug2: That sounds like great thread.

Farren
02-10-2005, 08:39 PM
:D

The embarassing thing is I just realised I got mixed up. It wasn't a koan thread it was a haiku thread (although I am intimately acquainted with koans, being heavily influenced by Buddhist thought).

kensloft
02-10-2005, 10:15 PM
:D

The embarassing thing is I just realised I got mixed up. It wasn't a koan thread it was a haiku thread (although I am intimately acquainted with koans, being heavily influenced by Buddhist thought).

Koan is an awesome poet. Reading her can and does cause shivers to your very core. Prolific when she has the time. Hope she'll get lots of time soon. She is absolutely awesome. To love one such as she is the divine telling you that life is good.

livius drusus
02-10-2005, 10:37 PM
Thanks for posting your work, koan, and I'm not just saying that because it's fun to watch kensloft swoon (although it certain is that). :D

Did you know we're discussing Tennyson's Ulysses (http://www.freethought-forum.com/forum/showthread.php?t=1595) over in the Reading Group?

koan
02-10-2005, 11:07 PM
kensloft,
You are very sweet but biased. Thanks for loving me :snogging:

Thanks for the link, Liv
I haven't read Ulysses since highschool :scared2:

koan
02-10-2005, 11:10 PM
Whisper to me

A whisper and I open
The touch of his hand and I lay
Myself before him
Naked and vulnerable
Timid and ravenous
Eager and afraid
Yet here I lay,
Softly
Waiting
To be filled with his
Passion
To feel the dragon
Awaken
And soar above all
Pain, above all the
Insanity
Then look down upon
Myself
Impure but beautiful
In his arms.

koan
02-12-2005, 11:40 AM
The Message

A bottle floats upon a wave
A message there inside
The message may seem trite at first
It merely says "I cried."

But with those words a fortress falls
That kept me safe for years
The only weakness in its walls
Was wrought by my own tears

But is it such a scary thing
To face the world unclothed?
To try and find compassion
For all the things I loathed?

And if an arrow strikes me down
I'm sure that I will heal
There are some chances I must take
If I want a world that's real.

lady cop
02-13-2005, 03:06 AM
Koan , i always enjoy your lovely works! i have had the privilege of reading much of it. :violets:

livius drusus
02-13-2005, 04:08 AM
I came across this and it made me think of your first poem, koan. Your name is a keyword. I hope you like it. :)

:blady:

koan
02-13-2005, 04:18 AM
Thank you, Liv. :clap:

It's a beautiful image and very appropriate to the poem.

koan
02-13-2005, 04:21 AM
Worth the Wait

A gentle word formed with love
reaches from the page
And caresses me with tenderness
subduing all my rage.

A whisper in the dark of night
That alleviates my fears
Of spending life in solitude
The rest of all my years.

I looked for you so desperately
Sure you could be found
I cried for you so many nights
But no one heard the sound

And when I had gave up the search
trying to become content
The gentle word that is your soul
Was to me, from heaven, sent.

koan
02-14-2005, 07:03 AM
I wrote this last night for lady cop after she told me the wonderful story of how she met and fell in love with Bothwell.

The Dolphins Call

Beyond the rise and swelling sea
I move towards the sun
A voice that calls is telling me
That there I'll find the one.

And if I dive into the wave
In trust and innocence
A dolphin's back will carry me
To find my long lost prince.

The one who's soul is bound to mine
Through time and tribulation
Will once again be brought to me
In strength and in duration.

I look to you and in you see
My fate and my true destiny
The dolphins came to rescue me
Answering the call to set me free.

And now I've found my one, true mate
I do not fear or hesitate
To look into your endless eyes
And in them know my future lies.

koan
02-16-2005, 03:40 AM
In my poetry collection, this goes under the title Poems of Loathing. Life isn't always good.

From Hell

From Hell I drafted this formal note
To summarize your fate
For Satan says you've made a deal
He'll meet you at the gate.

For every lie you fabricate
And every soul you harm
You feed the fires of your doom
There's cause for some alarm.

And wrath shall fall upon you now
The angels cried their tears
Because no love resides in you
You'll have to live your fears.

To be alone, stripped of your pride
And all your worldly goods
The hunter now becomes the prey
Stripped naked in the woods.

And then you'll know how does it feel
A victim of yourself
A trophy to be hunted down
And placed upon a shelf.

I am no angel, but I cried tears
Just knowing what you've done
You hurt me too but now it's through
You can't hurt anyone.

For to be hurt they have to care
About you just a bit
But you're exposed and all they see
Is an arrogant little shit.

koan
02-18-2005, 08:35 AM
Real Life

A heated haven of memories
Hidden in the caverns of my mind
Recessed yet revealed through
Every thought and action combined.

An ember glows in secret slumber
A spark of relentless hope
A thread of distant, unknown fabric
That unravels as I grope.

In a world defined by my perception
I see only that which I desire
So my world is filled with self deception
My finely built but false empire.

We sit in our towers and watch each other
Through bulletproof windows and walls
Spying and watching and waiting to see
Which tower crumbles first and who falls.

My house lasted longer, a week or a day
It must mean I'm superior, yes?
I'm bigger, I'm faster, I'm smarter than you
If there's a winner I'm more and you're less.

How many of us play this game in our heads
Thinking we must play the game?
Thinking we must play or else lose the fight
And looking for someone to blame.

A prison is what we've created, no more
And we locked ourselves in with the key
We with our thoughts and our actions must learn
How to finally set ourselves free.

kensloft
02-21-2005, 04:36 AM
Real Life

A heated haven of memories
Hidden in the caverns of my mind
Recessed yet revealed through
Every thought and action combined.

An ember glows in secret slumber
A spark of relentless hope
A thread of distant, unknown fabric
That unravels as I grope.

In a world defined by my perception
I see only that which I desire
So my world is filled with self deception
My finely built but false empire.

We sit in our towers and watch each other
Through bulletproof windows and walls
Spying and watching and waiting to see
Which tower crumbles first and who falls.

My house lasted longer, a week or a day
It must mean I'm superior, yes?
I'm bigger, I'm faster, I'm smarter than you
If there's a winner I'm more and you're less.

How many of us play this game in our heads
Thinking we must play the game?
Thinking we must play or else lose the fight
And looking for someone to blame.

A prison is what we've created, no more
And we locked ourselves in with the key
We with our thoughts and our actions must learn
How to finally set ourselves free.


I don't think I'm biased. I think you are awesome! :yup: