[SupaNova]

It's that time of the year again


Road to Cinci
A jolt in my shoulder blade
All it takes; I am awake
Squinting at solar spears
Like one habitually pulls a blind
But there’s no relief sought out
At the closing of the day
Riding shotgun with a loose cannon
And his better half
Halfway passed out in the back

My mind, it wanders
A stone’s throw beyond the racetracks
What is our quest exactly?
For a treasure, for an oracle
For something worse?
Blue and orange hold fast upon the hillside
As one of them is slowly
Swallowed up into the chasms
Ra crushing the serpent’s head all over again

We make our way down streets raised up
Like the walled off cities of old
We stand real cool
Like true poseurs do
In lieu of an imminent exodus

How I covet the cold, open air
Occupying my lungs like a wanting army
Green and fruitless
Or buck eyed strangers as they hustle by
Glancing at their wrists
Like this town holds any place to go
I whisper her name
It’s dragged away, dissipating smoke

Driving back to whence we came
I feel ashamed listening for the headlights
Stirring false peace with a click
Twin beams verifying where I’ve been
Is what I want
What I need is
Your confident hand to hold in the dark
To chance the roads less traveled
A weary Christian once coined it best:
Things are what you make of them

[SupaNova]

Oops, only two days in and I'm already running behind


Ostsiedlung
Pied piper
Teach me the notes you rally
So I too can move souls like the sea
Peaks and divots
The best of expectations

[Role Modlin]

It's been a year already?



Wow.

I'm in...I'll get caught up today.


Seriously...a year? Already?

[SupaNova]

Originally Posted by Lee

It's been a year already?
Wow.

I'm in...I'll get caught up today.

Seriously...a year? Already?

Glad to see you're giving a go again too

It really doesn't feel like eleven months have passed since the last time, does it? Time truly does have wings, apparently.



I should be caught up after posting these:

4/3

Still fighting it
It doesn’t suck to grow up
The opposite is the truth
It’s figuring out
What to do
Once you have
Arrived,
This is the dilemma

4/4

Holy ground
Their finest hour
John standing at the entry
Peter close behind

[SupaNova]

The Red West
My closest friend carries
Six tiny secrets
One right after the other
I pray you never have to learn
What they are
If they call me judge
I never asked to be
If they label me jury
Forgive their folly
In a lawless land
Justice is dealt
Like playing cards
Swift, unlucky
I pray you never have to learn this
The hard way

[SupaNova]

Clash
No word can bind me
No apathy so grand
Big enough to understand
To convey my indifference
To the masses
Hypocritically speaking,
Tell me what you’ll wear
Or what you think you’ll wear
When we go trolling for feminine skin
(and a good scolding before tonight ends)
So we wingmen won’t look as foolish
As we feel

[SupaNova]

4/7 (so close )

Somebody, Somewhere
Street glows like a disco hall
As the ecnalubma races
Past crisp spring air
Racing toward somebody, somewhere
I hang my head in prayer
'Amen' passing my lips
As if sticking a stamp
Perplexed if that means it's sent

[Role Modlin]

I am enjoying yours very much. I have got to take time to post mine today.

[SupaNova]

4/8

The Prodigal’s Brother
Popped corks on the dining floor
Stained in grapes
Toothpick embedded
Forget it, he’s spent
Just like the inheritance
(& Solomon’s custody stint)
This, (the patriarch admits)
This has been a good day

But what of the faithful son, Rabboni?
Sulking by the gate in the rain
I inherited his chains

[SupaNova]

Originally Posted by Lee

I am enjoying yours very much. I have got to take time to post mine today.

Thanks man, I apperciate it. Been enjoying your offerings so far too. I feel like my heart isn't quite in yet this year, but it's quite possible I am still a little rusty. Just got to keep pushing myself...

[Role Modlin]

Originally Posted by SupaNova

Thanks man, I apperciate it. Been enjoying your offerings so far too. I feel like my heart isn't quite in yet this year, but it's quite possible I am still a little rusty. Just got to keep pushing myself...

I honestly wasn't prepared for it to start. April totally caught me by surprise. That...and it's been busy at work this week.

Anyways...I'm enjoying them so keep on posting.

[Role Modlin]

Originally Posted by SupaNova

4/8

The Prodigal’s Brother
Popped corks on the dining floor
Stained in grapes
Toothpick embedded
Forget it, he’s spent
Just like the inheritance
(& Solomon’s custody stint)
This, (the patriarch admits)
This has been a good day

But what of the faithful son, Rabboni?
Sulking by the gate in the rain
I inherited his chains

Very nice. I like the way it flows...it almost sounds like song lyrics.

I like the rhyming of spent, inheritance and stint...very good.

Sulking by the gate...excellent.

[SupaNova]

Originally Posted by Lee

Very nice. I like the way it flows...it almost sounds like song lyrics.

I like the rhyming of spent, inheritance and stint...very good.

Sulking by the gate...excellent.

Thanks I've been fiddling more with rhymes lately. For whatever reason, I feel like rhyming lends itself more naturally when writing poetry then it does for song writing. Maybe because it's not as readily expected in a poem.






Entrepreneurs of Mycenae, Katie Herzig & The King of Swing
If rock ‘n’ roll don’t kill your soul
Then nothin’ will, boys.

More than conquerors
Fragile as feathers
Your heart- she yet beats
In six eight repeats
(to the lead of a grittier drum)
They all walk in step
one&two&three&two&…...

Can you still recall the thrill of it all?
The cry of revolution,
After the scene went so wrong?
Emo kid, whiskey bottle in hand
Bellows we must sing, we must sing, we must sing…
For all the most worthless reasons

Up on the cliff he spies
Prudence strapped to the edge of a rock
Cetus circles beneath

[She is beautiful…I am weightless]

Wings on my feet
I turn to leave
Bounce, jersey, bounce

Somebody save me

I’m a pharaoh in the mirror
Glancing back with gorgon eyes
Looking so surprised every time
I realize there are no more people
To let go
…They already did so first

[Role Modlin]

Originally Posted by SupaNova

Thanks I've been fiddling more with rhymes lately. For whatever reason, I feel like rhyming lends itself more naturally when writing poetry then it does for song writing. Maybe because it's not as readily expected in a poem.






Entrepreneurs of Mycenae, Katie Herzig & The King of Swing
If rock ‘n’ roll don’t kill your soul
Then nothin’ will, boys.

More than conquerors
Fragile as feathers
Your heart- she yet beats
In six eight repeats
(to the lead of a grittier drum)
They all walk in step
one&two&three&two&…...

Can you still recall the thrill of it all?
The cry of revolution,
After the scene went so wrong?
Emo kid, whiskey bottle in hand
Bellows we must sing, we must sing, we must sing…
For all the most worthless reasons

Up on the cliff he spies
Prudence strapped to the edge of a rock
Cetus circles beneath

[She is beautiful…I am weightless]

Wings on my feet
I turn to leave
Bounce, jersey, bounce

Somebody save me

I’m a pharaoh in the mirror
Glancing back with gorgon eyes
Looking so surprised every time
I realize there are no more people
To let go
…They already did so first

If rock ‘n’ roll don’t kill your soul
Then nothin’ will, boys.

This may be my new life quote.



I love this one. It sounds like a really good U2 song.

[SupaNova]

Electronicka!
……….Firefights outside Bagdad
……Poverty at my doorstep
…………Misery diligent in a diary
……..White lies in a text line

And all I want to do is dance