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Cast me out like an unborn, useless...
dropping out, I've been all but truced, this
gives you time, so you better make up your mind.
You mucked me up, left me out here to dry,
to recuperate on cued resign.
Vanish into segued distance to the divine.
posted by Deirdre on 3:41 PM
Recently published in Theatre of the mind®
by Noble House Publishers: London, England.
Deirdre
A poem from my heart to yours, Love.
As I rise up from my folding chair,
taking in the vaguely scented air
with it's milestone taste of loneliness,
your whispers linger (hours gone),
and lull me to a wistful hush.
Oh, to dream of you,
to see you clad in smiles,
wearing my kisses on your face.
To make you mine,
to hear your laugh, to taste your skin,
to marry you all over again.
My bride, in day you're far,
in nights you're in my arms
and in my dreams.
Oh, night when you caress my soul
in dreams untold, in lights of gold.
Oh, daytime when I seldom dream,
when I cannot bear another thing
about how we should wait for rings,
patiently in the somber melancholy: daylight.
Deirdre, my bride, do not fret,
though I am not here yet,
and hold on patiently to your affections for me.
I am wanting soon to make you mine
for both the night and day alike.
Anxiously I count the hours till' my next evening
where dreams can pass the time until you're mine.
All my love, Deirdre, my bride.
©2003, Nicholas White
All rights reserved
posted by Deirdre on 1:13 AM
I step outside my father's house
and I stare hungrily into the clouds.
No manna from yet another empty sky.
I place my hands down at my side,
I stoop down low and taste what I call substance,
you call it earth,
and I insist it isn't made of dirt.
You rush to stop me as I raise a handful to my lips.
I'd eat a pound of mud, but you come and break my hands.
My tongue is numb,
and I can't tell between the taste of honey, the taste of clay.
You say you love me, yet you would never let me go my own way.
So I gave you the finger that you made me.
Even as I turn away to find my own way
I hear your Spirit follow me.
You chase me passed the outer wall,
you hop the gate behind me
and I cannot shake your footsteps sounding off my conscience.
Seemingly an eternity into my journey away from you,
in thirst my soul, my lips fall asunder to the dust.
But I mark another day down with what strength I still have left.
I mark another day down for my sprint from wisdom.
I'm a prodigal dumber than braille on a drive-up ATM
I wonder if I'll one day look to see you standing
beyond only the gate of my burial place,
if not perhaps above my very headstone where I'll be sleeping only six feet under.
and realize just how far from you that I have now become
Even here, while stripped bare at my farthest from you,
something in my mind tells me that you're near
and nearer even when I've failed you
I'm drawn, I'm gone, empty,
long-suffered by your endless mercies.
You've drawn me up and found me empty.
The story of my life.
Out of my well, I've brought you nothing
but the story of my life.
Yet you promise to trade me your history for mine.
I'm thirsty and nothing ever satisfies.
Lord, I'm empty, yet I pour myself out nonetheless
in faith that you have promised to fill me me passed the overflowing.
Quench this thirst, touch these lips, heal my blistered hands.
I want to see a new me in the reflection off your eyes of kindness.
And I want to feel the pages of Your Word between my fingers.
I am the wannabe,
a little god with a big stick for whacking a bigger father.
I am the pharisee.
I am the white washed tomb with dead men's bones.
I am Lazarus, and I can smell the stench about me.
I am the adulteress, do not let my peers overcome me any longer.
I am your servant, and far less than a son.
I am the prodigal, and you are my father.
posted by Deirdre on 10:34 PM
"Something in the way"
Underneath the bridge
The tarp has sprung a leak
And the animals I've trapped
Have all become my pets
And I'm living off of grass
And the drippings from the ceiling
But it's ok to eat fish
Cause they haven't any feelings
Something in the way
Ummmmm
Something in the way, yea
©Nirvana: Unplugged in New York
Go download this song. It will haunt you.
posted by Deirdre on 1:21 AM
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