• you have a responsibility;
    the ice melts if you cry.
    the candle dies if you melt.
    the die rolls crooked if you respond.
    our responsibility is what consumes us.
    aboriginal
    unequivocal
    gone

  • Barebriar commented on the post, applied 4 years, 9 months ago

    properly applied, determination can be one’s road to success.
    improperly applied, determination can crush one’s spirits in a single blow.

    properly applied, mascara brings out the potency of a woman’s eye
    improperly applied, mascara burns the retina and seeps into your brain when you cry.

  • Barebriar commented on the post, sweep 4 years, 9 months ago

    the sweep of wonder
    across valleys rolling by the mortuary.
    sweetness in the bloom,
    and matrons on the wing.
    sweeping up the kitchen floor
    pretending all is well
    in the air.

  • Barebriar commented on the post, barrel 4 years, 9 months ago

    there is a child on a barrel in the street.
    he sits, swinging his legs over the side,
    looking round the corner to the
    chariot men.
    it is a cold day,
    and no sun shines.

    there is a child on a barrel in the street
    he looks alright,
    but he can’t feel a thing.

  • Barebriar commented on the post, sure 4 years, 9 months ago

    i can find a way,
    to be sure,
    in any world but my own.
    somehow, it seems impossible that you could be
    this way.
    you’ve destroyed me.
    how can you be so sure?
    must it possess you
    to be anything but over?
    age is deterministic.
    forget everything.

  • Barebriar commented on the post, shows 4 years, 9 months ago

    she has a deftness about her
    and it shows.
    she may try to hide
    what she does not wish to hear
    but it shows.
    and she knows
    that the petals of a red rose
    are strict in their finality.
    the king is wrapped in tinfoil
    and the queen is dressed to fail
    the servants all are quivering
    and it shows

  • Barebriar commented on the post, now 4 years, 9 months ago

    now.
    the day is today,
    and the clock shall not wait any longer.
    now is the time for action.
    words have lost their voice.
    this is our time.
    we have grown strong once more.
    from weakness we have risen,
    like a phoenix from the ashes,
    and it is time for us to take back what is ours.
    right now.

  • Barebriar commented on the post, game 4 years, 10 months ago

    a zephyr blew the game from
    st. neots to the land of the roving ones.
    there, they lived always in harmony,
    the game keeping them in check.

    back home in st. neots, rain pounded on the cobblestone.
    there was nothing quite like an english winter.
    rainy and drab.
    just like the rest of the year.

  • Barebriar commented on the post, five 4 years, 10 months ago

    there are five pillars in the calcium desert.
    three stand before me now;
    i can see the sun behind the first,
    the moon behind the second,
    and a brief flash of light behind the third
    before i turn to fall between the lines of determination.
    i can slip once and
    topple over
    without much hassle
    these days

  • Barebriar commented on the post, broadcast 4 years, 10 months ago

    i heard the broadcast on a saturday.
    the news of war
    broadcast in blood.

    i did not fall once.
    i fell twice.
    my second time corrupted me,
    and brought my mother to her knee,
    to ask the lord “i pray to thee:
    please save my son, please let him be!”

    you heard the broadcast on a sunday.
    it was rainy and i was long gone.

  • Barebriar commented on the post, roof 4 years, 10 months ago

    on the roof there are the stars.
    they must be there.
    no closer,
    no further.
    the roof is the edge of our universe.
    the boundary of our hearth.
    stars are painted there,
    to shine upon us as we sleep.

    on the roof there are the stars.
    and they keep us company.

  • Barebriar commented on the post, simple 4 years, 10 months ago

    simple words
    like jam
    and hearts
    and difference.
    these words are the joints,
    to be oiled and polished,
    to be screwed and demolished.
    these words are simple,
    like hands on a clock
    and grains of sand on
    sordid beaches.

    going to the fair
    never looked so good.

  • Barebriar commented on the post, both 4 years, 10 months ago

    both of us were strange.
    we wept in the ditch,
    the bitch
    and i.

    no one would think to
    cast us aside.
    to do so would be
    unthinkable.

    of course,
    both of us
    had our own
    way.

  • Barebriar commented on the post, object 4 years, 10 months ago

    the object behind the windowpane
    you cannot see it,
    and it cannot see you.
    it does not see
    it does not feel.
    it puts pain before pleasure.
    it kicks with its heel,
    and falls on its toes.

    i cannot imagine where i would be today
    without it.
    without you, though,
    i feel just fine.
    rather content.

  • Barebriar commented on the post, cook 4 years, 10 months ago

    boiling upon the stove
    the bubbles of another day gone by;
    and i,
    beside myself with rage,
    must restrain myself.
    the water boils over.
    there you have it:
    my fictitious calling —
    overnight ramblings in may.

  • Barebriar commented on the post, himself 4 years, 10 months ago

    sitting beneath the waves
    there is turmoil above.
    he in his body,
    the black sky,
    the white light,
    deft hands smoothing out
    stone.
    he can hear himself
    think,
    and can feel himself
    falling
    down
    down
    down

  • Barebriar commented on the post, past 4 years, 10 months ago

    i do concede my past is ahead of me
    can i be so bold?
    may i contort these figures in the dead of night?
    the one who stood beside me then
    figured out my quartered songs;
    the ones i sang to keep my lovers
    close by me.