Driving Socrates » chrisybug

the blood of magic and nothing

chrisybug — Wed, 10 Jan 2007 06:54:13 +0000

banality aside
we step
lightly on each others toes
try
and try
to find some light
in each others eye
tread
in each side step
of being
self and selfless
and gather wonder
in our heart’s
discordance
what tune
what
do we do here
find here?
inside of magic
and nothing
is there the same blood?
and what light
in your eye
will mirror me?
take my heart’s hand?
joy
filled
with no second guessing
as dreamers
are
the same blood
of magic and nothing

~Suenos~

chrisybug — Wed, 23 Aug 2006 00:56:37 +0000

Semanas semejante suenos
Mi corazon es el mar
Salio con un murmuello
Tranquillo y contento

Y a veces soy una tempestad
Marco el compas con mis ondas
Yo soy nunca resposado
Yo soy nunca durmiente

Semejante suenos
Soy siempre alli
Mi risa es el chaparron que alimenta el mar

Soy un espejo
Brillo con el sol
Y en la noche
Creo estrellas sin suma

Although I have been writing poetry since childhood, this is the first time I have ever written in Spanish…what follows is a translation.

~Dreams~

Weeks like dreams
My heart is the sea
I rise with a murmur
Quiet and content

And at times
I am a tempest
Beating time with my waves
I am never quiet
I am never still

Like dreams
I am always there
My laughter is the downpour that feeds the sea

I am a mirror
I glisten with the sun
And in the night
Create innumerable stars

Wrastle

chrisybug — Tue, 27 Jun 2006 05:01:43 +0000

Is the moon out tonight
Will she be peeking
Through the wisps of Summer’s fog
Watching me
As tears slip
And glitter as they fall
Is the moon out tonight
Or is she sleeping
Not aware in her bed of stars
Wake and watch me!
I’m not dreaming
Far now from where you are
I am like a tireless child
With her night clothes
Tangled tight
The more that the time goes ticking
The more I wrastle, the more I fight
Ends up I am fighting no one
But the ideas in my mind
False and true, I know no difference
Without the moonlight, I am blind
After many nights of longing
To put these tears to bed
To tuck them in with comfort, sweetness
In hopes to allow my heart to mend
I find that I am simply brittle
Like stretched and hardened rubber band
All at once, what I hold onto
Falls apart within my hand
Is the moon out tonight
Or was I dreaming
Something watched me from afar
I lay my head down
Wish for darkness
Into this darkness I now fall

Morning

chrisybug — Sat, 20 May 2006 14:27:05 +0000

Silence
Wakes me
Finds space in my bed
Between the sheets and my dreams
Snuggles up and pretends it’s been there
For days

I focus
This cloud
This shine
I hear nothing but the memory of dreams
Its logic pours into this reality
Senseless

Slowly
I lose the threads of thought
From then to now
Bound together by
Silence still sleeping

Bourbon Street

chrisybug — Wed, 14 Sep 2005 02:10:01 +0000

Heavy steps on drunken feet
Join jazz beats
Wake me from my sleep
Now knowing the mess
Of death
Homes no longer possessed
I long for laughter’s flight
Pouring out with doorway light
Into a warm Louisiana night
My ache finds it’s heart
Safely here, this world apart
Like a shiny penny tossed
I have arrived with nothing lost
My luck in placid water stands
And grants my wishes where it lands
That tonight may come a melody
That brings my peace to those in need
May these pennies bring sweet dreams tonight
In the darkness of New Orlean’s plight

aglow

chrisybug — Sun, 21 Aug 2005 17:26:12 +0000

An angel sang
with cherub’s beauty,
I forgot her tattered wings.
I know she aches
from holding worlds
of hopes that burn
her quiet dreams.
From climbing forth
from painful pit,
her back must ache
as wings are dragged.
And yet her voice
from heaven’s choir
cannot be stiffled
cannot be gagged.
I have seen this angel quiet,
holding up her
shoulders strong.
She emerged with
radiant beauty,
with wisdom fresh
and this new song.

morning light

chrisybug — Fri, 19 Aug 2005 15:20:32 +0000

alone
in soft dawn light
the moon pulled back the tide
left softly to abide
alone
in placid strength
with seaweed floating near
waves breaking in my ears
alone
beside the sea
with all the world asleep
in fortune’s dream of peace

Peace

chrisybug — Wed, 17 Aug 2005 15:43:18 +0000

This sway
Like sea-legs
I spin
Into the bliss of oblivion
Rest on the pillow of waves
Awash in this
Moment of purity
With a careful glance behind
I see the last
Of the soft sunshine
Pull myself into this core
Wander back, new
To who I was before
Greet myself
With this kind bliss
Like a hand of friend and lover’s kiss