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∙϶∙ looking at you through the past ∙ϵ∙

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i should have seen it

coming since i was looking

at you through the past

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or was i looking

past you?  anticipating

seeing through your lies

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or at least hoping

but it was never easy

to tell if  you were

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real or an object

of  my obsession…     born of

my desperation

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and loneliness…    God,

i want you to see me…    tell

me the truth for once

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you said it was the

moon that betrayed me and the

stars that were lying

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bubbles in my glass

of  your heady wine make me

wonder if  you’re real

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but i learned the hard

truth of  you…    the stars don’t lie

the way that you do

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i don’t see the real

you     …i don’t really see you…

you never saw me

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“Through Glass”   Stone Sour

the poem revision was strongly influenced by this song

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revision posted  21 September 2011

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i’m looking at you

originally posted 29 March 2010

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i’m looking at you

trying to see inside your soul

wondering…..

do i really see you?

do i see the real you?

or are you just a figment of my imagination?

the ethereal object of my obsession?

made from the heat of my desire?

born in the fires of my passion?

living only in my longing     …..yearning     …..needing so desperately

for someone to hold me     .….desire me     ..…love me

are you even here?

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/ heart shaped box / \

Ruth Bernhard  1962

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you put me in this box

hoping what?

that you could keep me to yourself?

that you could subdue me into loving you?

that i would suffocate and die?

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don’t you realize you can’t hold me this tight?

my resolve will only deepen

i will pull further away

…..pull harder

pull longer

until

you have to release me

one way or another

for i am stronger than you think

there is nothing you can force me to do

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you do not have the power

to berate me

to degrade me

to enslave me

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you cannot take my heart

for i am not willing to give it

you cannot damage my soul

for i will not let you touch it

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it is your soul

in this box made of  your evil thoughts

fouled beyond salvation

thinking you are in control

thinking my life is in your hands

you can kill nothing

but this body

this

body

which

has

no

true

meaning

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you will only destroy yourself

for my memory will forever be in your mind

haunting each and every little thought

filling them with curses

which are only the truth

about you…..

hell will seem like paradise

by the time i’ve finished with you

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“Heart Shaped Box”  Nirvana 

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originally posted  9 August 2011

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photograph by  Ruth Bernhard
{ fair use }

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Ꮺ i sung of Chaos and Eternal Night Ꮺ

i sung of  Chaos and Eternal Night
within the Eye of  the Hurricane

where up was down
back was forward

and the silence echoed your name

•º•

nothing could tear away
my need for you

in dark
in cold

inside
below

•º•

all sanity gone
all vanity done

all emotions just one
…pain…

dancing
to the song i sung

of  Chaos and Eternal Night

•º•

no end to the night
no end to your spite
no will left to fight

i held the pain close

singing
sweet nothings

to no one

•º•

i sung of  Chaos and Eternal Night

from within the Eye of  the Hurricane

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“Rock You Like A Hurricane”   Scorpions 

originally posted  28 November 2011

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•• Ꮙ • Miss Otis Regrets • Ꮙ ••

Miss Otis,  the epitome

of  a prim and proper young lady

until that fateful day

used by a cad

in men’s clothes

she didn’t know what to say

she shot him dead

thinking that would be

the polite thing to do

if  only Miss Manners

had covered this sort of thing

Miss Otis would have nothing to rue

•Ꮈ • Ꮙ • Ꮏ•


“Miss Otis Regrets”   Ethel Waters 

originally posted 24 November 2011

image  from  weheartit.com
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“Miss Otis Regrets”   Ethel Waters

lyrics ~

songwriter:   Cole Porter

Miss Otis regrets
she’s unable to lunch today, Madam
Miss Otis regrets
she’s unable to lunch today

she is sorry to be delayed
but last evening down in Lovers’ Lane she strayed, Madam
Miss Otis regrets
she’s unable to lunch today

when she woke up and found
that the dream of  love was gone, Madam
she ran to the man who lead her so far astray
and from under her velvet gown
she drew a gun and shot her lover down, Madam
Miss Otis regrets
she’s unable to lunch today

when the mob came and got her
and dragged her from the jail, Madam
they strung her to the willow across the way
and the moment before she died
she lifted up her lovely head and cried, Madam…

Miss Otis regrets
she’s unable to lunch today
Miss Otis regrets she’s unable to lunch today

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∴∮∴ の lonely heart の ∴∮∴

a lonely heart

filled with echoes of love

empty,  none-the-less


“Owner of  A Lonely Heart”   Yes

originally posted  14 March 2010

artwork ~   “Bleeding Heart”   Georgia O’Keeffe
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