Hi guys,
just joined myspace...if any of you would like to link up....
share some poetry, music, art...(I know i've done that with a couple of you already)

Today, a man will beat his wife (they’ll say)
And I don’t know why...
I don't know why
A thousand babies will cry, cry, cry
Wail for their mothers incessantly
Behind closed doors,

Today I shall sit- writing poetry,
Before me: the sun,
Energetic.
I am making use of its -

Muscle-ripped body,
Ferocity

July-
We are half- hypnotized by your sky -
Eyes angling upwards towards the light, woodland spirits,
Or otherwise the moonlight- curved brilliantly around us,
Leaving the same impression.

And for one giddy moment -
The sun shone, and the wind blew
And I danced,
And I felt joy too,
And I knew..

I knew nothing of the all cool blue that was you
Of the red that controlled you,

And I too will comfort you -
Be it brief,
Console you as I can do,
With a blanket, a handkerchief
A rare flower or two.

-Let us think no more of sadness then,

I am the child with the face lit up -
I am each arm cupped around her, grinning
From beyond vast corridors,
And plump women
Who gather on dark mornings

It seems to me,
There is something of beauty,
For it cleaves to every sheet and wall,
Sending the heart into free-fall.

Lying silently, the two engaged

It is true: I am what’s left of you mother,
The heather and the fields, the blooms
Dusting their scent onto June

Whilst the earth sleeps.

I see nothing of the stars or the moonlight:
He is my sickness tonight-
One damp patch on my body, one eye against the light.

Somewhere inside my wings beat furiously

I swell and I writhe-I am tipsy
Soon he will beg of me
To spill out my thighs

God knows, she found it tricky
Waltzing her way through Tuesday
The persistent tickle of the wind
Bumbling clumsily around her knee-caps
The sun, a perpetual grin

The streets, they smell of sorrow
All paraffin and stone
No silence shall measure its grief
Bring comfort
To its half moans, and throaty sobs
But feverish panic shall arise

Coffee, hot and bitter
Makes needy our lips. Our arms are entangled
Like vines inside the covers
Reaching out like greedy lovers -

Now that you’re gone
The air is less blue
Insanity also is vanishing
As promptly as it entered me
Puffing on its last cigarette
Consuming, its ultimate breath