The quiet of my solitude
comforts me in ways that no one can
And yet, you
My self longs for peace
for happiness, for contentment
But, you
How can I cry real tears
heavy against my heart
My, you
Yet not in my life
you haunt my past
My future, you.
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You say you’ve been with me all along, and now I know it’s true.
I saw you for the first time in a magazine, when I was four.
You were my imaginary friend
Though I wasn’t aware I had One.
I saw you today.
You answered me.
You sauntered down those steps and you smiled
Your hands in your pockets
Like you’d been there all along
But I suppose you have… haha
Yes
Now I know I shall see you everywhere
Acknowledging my accomplishments
Pushing me to face my fears
And you always by my side
And at night, when I ready myself for sleep
There will be you
Playing chopsticks
Incessantly
Close your mind, if you have to
But don’t forget
That there is me out here
And that I love you
(Yes, I love you too.)
Shut me out, if need be
Ignore my pleas
For attention because
You must need me, don’t you?
(Sure, okay.)
Tune me out, if I speak too loud
I’m just wanting
Some love from you
Because I love you so much
(I get it, just give me some time.)
Just leave me alone then
You obviously don’t love me
You can’t be bothered with me
I’ll just die alone
(FUCK OFF!)
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The timbre of your voice
Rings sweetly
Touches my soul
With vibrations of ages ago
How I know your Love
blesses my spirit
I hear it surround me
Divine wishes, whispered from afar
Within your strings
Rides purity of sound
Set your gentle voice upon my heart
Sing to me forever more
L. G. Hill
@March 25, 2005
10:11pm
We come to sip the golden bowl
With parch’d mouths
And clear eyes
We hold aloft the nectar
We come to drink from the golden bowl
With thirsty throats
And outstretch’d arms
We hold to us the liquid
We come to gulp from the golden bowl
With drooling lips
And gripping fingers
We hold fast to the elixir
We come to worship the golden bowl
With bloodshot eyes
And quivering hands
We bind our essence to the poison
We coem to sip the gloden blwo
Wthe gaspng lungs
And usless legss
We grba on for daer life
All for the goldne bolw
Here I stand on the tips of my toes
Reaching, reaching
For that elusive marble
Of truth
Of comfort
Of that which will save my soul
And here I stretch
My thoughts as if to the edge of the shelf
which is the universe
To take that marble, that pebble
How I long to touch it
My fingertips,
my very fingerprints
Elongate in my effort
for that inaccessible feeling
Sensation
Of peace
L.G.H.
@April 2, 2005
You are beautiful. Yet sometimes I look at you and I see your skull beneath your flesh, your smile the ivory evidence with which you grace your adoring bootlickers.
You’re a crime waiting to be committed.
You are a star. Not only in my mind, but in the real world. I’m loathe to question what I did to deserve the favour of your regard.
You’re a scandal of obliviousness.
You are a thief of hearts, a plucker-out of eyes. You’re a weakener of knees. You don’t care that I care that you’ll take any one of them at the pop of a button.
You’re a violation of trust.
You are beautiful. You use it like a weapon to perforate the thin skin of those who dissolve in the devastation of your gifts.
You’re an injustice of nature.
In your artistry I see the wickedness of your self-loathing. I see your skull, white as the lights which sustain your ego. In those who bow to you I see your vulnerability.
You’re a consequence of disarming riches.
You are beautiful. As you ascend to the stage, your presence larger than any man can hope to command, you destroy me again and again.
I remember the birds and I remember the rain.
They sang and they dropped, from above
Pain
Release
I remember your song and I remember the vibration
They echoed in my brain
Release
I remember life and I remember love
They glowed
Darkness
Unbearable now, the memories of life, of touch
I pass through you unnoticed
I pray for release
I pray for pain
I pray for darkness
I pray for true death
Let me go
I find myself looking, searching
for a single speck of sand
or a wave that favours
a long lost lover
with his arms outstretched
To see his likeness in that speck
or in that wave
and know that he sees me too
And though my eyes grow weary
his melody is strong, his voice, his song
upon the wind that drives the wave
in the ripples on the sand which purl
keening within my heart
My harmony has nowhere to go
but to the sand, the waves
to my love who exists only
in the eternal sea of my soul.
L.G.Hill
@January 2, 2007
First, tell me of yourself, you said
And then I’ll tell you mine
Of strangeness I was born, I said
Of weird in black and blue
and blase of beige did I go to school
But ochre, pink and cherry
I see my sky become
in the last three minutes
of knowing you
Ah, I see, you said
And how does the future look for you and I?
Tell me yours first, I said
For you promised
You sat back and sighed, and said
Of cloud, of dust, I suffocated
and trapped I stayed by my mother’s side
But water, air and free
I see my horizon
in the last six minutes
of knowing you
Ah, I white, I said
And how does the future look for you and I?
Clear blue sky, we said
Linda G. Hill 