An invitation to the daring, a warning to the wise...
here unfolds a forum, not so murky in its guise...
Come one, come all, arrive!
Let it be told...let poetry be rife- seeking those who wish verse to melt like warm butter, dripping from their mouths and with every breath an awareness I am ALIVE...a word to the bold and the sutle...do respond, do share...this invitation...the reconvining of a dead poets society forum in this blog...

*builds and lights a small glowing fire in a deep cave*
*clears throat and begins to speak*

*To be read at the beginning of each dead poets meeting...*

"I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately
I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life
To put to rout all that was not life
and not when I came to die
discover I had not lived" - Thoreau'

Let the sharing unfold:
With every breath I come alive...

A poem - Identity

Childhood dreams
of a boy that grew up to be a girl
In his mother's eyes
a confused tomboy
that really needs to focus
and get on with her life
She's all grown up now
but she's an illusiion
She never was

He tried to be she
but he never was
nor will be

Inside:
attracted to girls
and occasionly guys
in a body
that's a fucking joke

A mask
he both hates and clings to
because of an unreal feeling of familliarity
he never got from any sense of belonging

But from the usual
because he usually does not belong
in his body
A foreign unidentified object
A distressed mind

Elated when called Sir
but can't answer to she for another moment
for the pain of not belonging
and not knowing who he is

In a vacant please watch this space
For one night only
now an infomercial extraviganza

There is no remote
for which he can switch off his life
the constant refrain of
" Who are you? "
" What do you do? "

He sits in wonder
feeling trapped
and owns the right to just be
He
is Me

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The Chilling - Poem

Cold
the chilledness
challenging me
haunting
taunting
daring
awakening
Throwing me down
from conformity
exposing reality
and harshness
gripping
my body
grappling with the layers
that are now part
of ME

Chilling
allowing me
my dignity
to voice
present
completely
ME

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Body of the girl - a poem

I keep feeling like I'm somewhere else
away
disconnected
from this earth
from the body I inhabit
that's supposed to be
ME
That I should be living inside
but I'm not

I should be free
away
if I'm disconnected
I should be free
ME
in a body that represents
fully
who I am

But I'm not fully
ME
in a body I can call
MYSELF
Disconnected
living in my host
like a PARASITE

Sucking life from a body
Living in the body
of a girl
A girl I once loved
Cared for
Lived for
Who was never
ME
as I am not a girl
Who am I?

Living inside a body that
is not my own
Longing
Waiting for the day
I can stand up
in my own body

FIGHT
FLY
CROW
myself
Without help

In a fantasy
world
Never land
Peter Pan
trapped in tinkerbell's body
wanting to grow
Getting wishes
hoping for fairy dust

Learning to trust
and open up the gates
flying till morning

Yawning
awakening
Thinking happy thoughts
Crowing

Fighting a bloody battle
on the body
of a girl
Duelling
till the tiring
near the end
in a draw
where all are losers
compromising for their lacks
by fighting themselves
in a war
of self hate
killing off
they whom they do not wish
to be


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Fantasy - Poem

Hear the beating
drumming
rhythm
Almost fathom
the vision
I envisage
Chanting
of the madness
allows me
dream time
Shout
cry out
awaken
Passion
taunts me
in my fantasy
screaming pleasure
that's beyond
reality
Breathing
fire
desire
Alone yet again

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Sex (self control) - Poem

Primal
Urge
slow
sensual
sexual
wanting
yearning
I breathe
deeply
in awe
Beautiful
Waiting
longingly
to fall in love
keeping promises
to myself
of love
not lust
sex
Alone still
wondering
allowing myself
in my head
to be touched
by the one
in which I fall in love
Romantic
Allow trust
Vulnerability
give way to love
All pleasure
devine
I own
I allow
But still fantasies
in my mind
inside
locked up
needing
to COME OUT
Play
Share a secret
devine
so I breathe
in awe
overcome
with
attraction
Primal
urge
to
FUCK
all
Taking myself
over the edge
but trying
to restrain
Keep self control
ignoring frenzy
of wanting to
FUCK
So wait for
the one
who's right
for me
this time
Wish
they exist
hope
wanting
Yearning
Waiting to
detonate

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Thoughts - poem

Pebbled concrete
Wrappers
Sitting
sheltered
by tag enriched
surface cold
Vaguely almost
deserted
Waiting for my ride
Thinking of her
Got a ticket for everywhere
except her
Waiting to ride
the long way home
almost on my own
to be alone
thinking
these 4am thoughts
that spin cycle
my whirlwind existance
Just a dream
I cannot go
My ride to nowhere
Home
arrives
Left with my thoughts
and a text
message
"Lets do lunch wed?"

*beats a drum*
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