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Burnt Sierra
post Jun 11 2011, 07:59 PM
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Resurrection Dream - Part 1

Paris Texas taken to technological extremes
Communication without pain.
As we type
We watch you
Your movements
Your smiles
We hear your voice from our speakers
We can say
Whatever we want
No fear of reprisals
You don’t know who we are.
Are we in search of a life
Or just passing the time
One thing I know
You will live forever
Deep in my hard drive
This is my Resurrection Dream.

I like to turn off the volume
Listen to music instead
Playing along to your disembodied dance
Aimee Mann telling me I have no choice
Softly in the background
At times like this
It’s easy to believe
Your words appear on my screen
Giving me connection
You answer what I type
Who needs reality?
I can smoke without complaint
Let’s face it
You can’t smell it
My window’s wide open
The trees blocking the graveyard
Letting the spirits listen to Aimee
Whilst I feel full again.
It’s not a life
Maybe just existing
But it help’s to pass the time
Whilst we wait to be reborn
My Resurrection Dream.
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Burnt Sierra
post Mar 27 2013, 11:14 PM
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Resurrection Dream - Part 2

The midst of a sleepless night.
Thoughts, cascading through my head
refusing to slow down
tormenting me with their bustle.
A jumble, which I'm too tired to untangle.
On the bedstand, a cigarette
winking at me invitingly.
Who am I that I should resist its call?
The window is closed
I must have shut it before bed
now all steamed up from within
blurring the view.
I pull up the window, then pull on the smoke.
One of life's rare moments of pleasure
that lead inexorably to death.
The irony of this escapes me.
To fear death in the midst of this living decay.
This is my Resurrection Dream.
That I shall awake
and find this is real.
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Burnt Sierra
post Mar 27 2013, 11:23 PM
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Gutter Glitter

You say it’s all going to be alright
But I’m practised at seeing through your lies
It’s just you and another sound bite
Skirting the history you seek to revise.

Well, now it’s my turn to be forthright
What you’ve become, I’ve begun to despise
And before I walk out and finally take flight
Allow me to say it shouldn’t be a surprise.

I expect when I’m gone you’ll jump onto Twitter
Complaining about how you’re crying alone in the rain
But not every street gutter has glitter
And in truth, I’m not the cause of your pain.
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Burnt Sierra
post Mar 27 2013, 11:26 PM
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At This Moment

At this moment
staring across fields
a canvass yet to be drawn,
furroughs yet to be ploughed.

Paint with broad strokes
a colourful montage
your footsteps an imprint,
in the annals of time.

One day they'll be talking
about the woman long ago
she who walked along the path,
and strode into the unknown.

Chalk scribbled names
written on trees
it's your's for the taking.
At this moment.
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Burnt Sierra
post Mar 27 2013, 11:29 PM
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This Day

It was supposed to be sad,
this day,
remembering him.
Not like this though.
This I can truly say
I had not anticipated.
Although I don't know why.
My attention was focused on the past
I assume.
All evening I've sat here.
Drinking my wine,
smoking till my throat is dry,
then drinking once again.
It just doesn't seem right,
somehow.

An explosion might have sufficed.
Some momentous flash of blinding white light.
Something spectacular.
Something.
Anything but this.
Fourteen years ended like that.
It just seems such an anti climax.
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Burnt Sierra
post Mar 27 2013, 11:33 PM
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Sea Breeze

A new incense today
Sea breeze
Light and gentle life is breathed into the room
Can a perfect scent
Purify me?
I once broke rules
That haven't been invented yet
Yet I couldn't accept
What you did.
I never asked if you did it
Out of pleasure or need
Though I think I can guess.
No matter now.
I wonder if I could do it again,
Impossible as that may be,
Could I accept it now?
It's a question I can never answer
So I guess I'll never find out,
But I do want you to know
That I do feel regret.
I did love you.
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post Mar 27 2013, 11:39 PM
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The Mirror

A distortion of reality
Designed to induce paranoia
Burning in the image
Of another future suicide.

Beware of reflections.
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Elisabeth Hollow
post Mar 28 2013, 01:09 AM
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QUOTE(Burnt Sierra @ Mar 27 2013, 05:39 PM) *

The Mirror

A distortion of reality
Designed to induce paranoia
Burning in the image
Of another future suicide.

Beware of reflections.



Oh wow. That reminds me of...something. I love it.


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post Mar 29 2013, 02:32 AM
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On the bedstand, a cigarette
winking at me invitingly.


I love this line!

I am loving these poems!

"Gutter Glitter," "This Day," and "Sea Breeze" - these felt sad and final, the closing of a chapter in the writer's life and we are inside his head as he turns the page.

"The Mirror" - that kind of reminds me of the Native American belief that captured images capture a bit of your soul with each - picking away at your life force till it is gone. Every time I see pictures of someone taken recently before they died I think of that.

If this poetry is yours, you should be publishing it and selling it, you have an Awesome talent!





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