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Vertigo
- Matt Ammerman
Call it momentary everything.
It is when I know all.
When I touched, tasted, smelled, saw, and heard infinity.
I have dodged in and out of crowded city streets,
Around countless high strung busy-bodies,
Under the big monster clock (avoiding the arching grasp of its hands),
Over iron gates of unknown homes and unknown people.
I have swept past endless rolling plains
Of nothingness and everything
On the same scalding stretch of pavement.
I have felt the flutter of a million love-wings in my chest
And felt the terrible sadness of losing but one.
I warmed myself in your arms, and froze from it.
I enjoyed youth, and grew old from it.
I called anywhere you were home, and never felt so lost.
I soared high, and lay broken on the ground.
I have flown to Heaven, and fallen to Hell.
You are my Vertigo.
Out of Sight, Out of Mind - Barnabe Googe
The oftener seen, the more I lust,
The more I lust, the more I smart,
The more I smart, the more I trust,
The more I trust, the heavier heart;
The heavy hearty breeds mine unrest,
Thy absence, therefore, like I best.
The rarer seen, the lest in mind,
The less in mind, the lesser pain,
The lesser pain, less grief I find,
The lesser grief, the greater gain,
The greater gain, the merrier I,
Therefore I wish thy sight to fly.
The further off, the more I joy,
The more I joy, the happier life,
The happier life, less hurts annoy,
The lesser hurts, pleasure most rife:
Such pleasures rife shall I obtain
When distance doth depart us twain.
Pondering Wondering - Fernando Luciano
Sometimes my tears blow in the wind,
For what has happened for the way things have been.
I wish I could ask god for some things,
For some people back and for the angels to sing.
I'd ask for my brother whom I so dearly loved,
I know he is in heaven looking at me from above.
But, I fear that the way I have lived what I did.
Living like this, from being a good kid,
To doing devilish acts, acting in devilish manner.
One minute like the hulk, the next like David Banner.
That's how I feel but, I know I have done better than before;
Soft at heart but a shell that's hardcore.
But, one minute you're here and the next you're gone.
Our lives are short from the time we are born,
To the time we go away to meet our maker.
I call him my lord, he'll be my soul taker.
Will I go to heaven? Please pray for me so,
I say this to enlighten those who don't know.
I do my best, to end this short poem,
If they try to keep you down, walk by like you don't know them.
Raise Me - Fernando Luciano
Teach me and help me to succeed.
Keep away the envy, hate, and greed.
I want to be loved and I want to love too,
Accomplish everything in life I want to do.
Momma and Poppa raised me to keep my head up always,
I know you taught me my purpose is not solely to get paid or laid.
I never had it made, never had a lot of money.
So raise me like you have, to have a sense of humor and be funny,
Laughter is my medicine, my escape from reality.
The only way to get ahead is not choosing the first path you see.
Raised to make a name,
Possibly not fame,
I feel like going insane,
But, was raised to maintain.
What is Raise? To make sure something flourishes,
Giving an organism necessities so it has nourishment.
Don't tell me I am lazy
Or, even that I'm broke.
Cause, to me the jealous heads are like Jim Carrey:
One. Big. Joke.
Express - Brandon Martin
Spoken should be feelings,
Instead of held inside.
Moments of their release rarely,
With their conception coincide.
Contents of ones heart,
Let known they should be.
If not shared,
Often repeated; unfortunately.
Hindsight brings words,
One wished to say.
Often only once come moments,
After will always be too late.
Nights will be spent wondering,
And actions forever on debate.
From experience expression gained,
To mind liberate.
'I Do Not Love You' - Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straight forwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Love - Pablo Neruda
Because of you,
in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
I have forgotten your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of you.
I live with pain that is like a wound;
if you touch me, you will do me irreparable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love,
yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me;
because of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires:
shooting stars, falling objects.
Annabel Lee - Edgar Allen Poe
It was many and many a year ago.
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;--
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love--
I and my Annabel Lee--
With a love that the wingéd seraphs in Heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher,
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me--
Yes!--that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we--
Of many far wiser than we--
And neither the angels in Heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:--
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:--
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling--my darling--my life and my bride,
In her sepulcher there by the sea--
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
The Raven - Edgar Allen Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and
weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber
door-
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering,
fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-
Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window
lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
'Tis the wind and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt
and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art
sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so
plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke
only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock
and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never- nevermore'."
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then me thought the air grew denser, perfumed from an
unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels
he hath sent thee
Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet
still, if bird or devil!-
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- prophet
still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend,"
I shrieked, up starting-
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still
is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted- nevermore!
Realization - James Lange Viconian
At the end of the day as I rest in my bed
I think of all we’ve done and shake my head
I don’t know where my girl went; everything has changed
She has run away and caused our lives to change
I lay here with a heavy heart that has felt much pain
It has been broken, loved and tearfully left again.
Believe it, or not, I am over what happened in the past
I came to grips with even forever doesn’t last
‘I don’t care she’s not with me’ is what I show on
the surface
But deep down I still feel some hurt and loneliness
Before I didn’t want to tell anyone my woman broke my heart
I didn’t want to realize it was time for a new start
I wanted to wait and see if things would improve
I was hoping against hope and knew I had already lost you
I know my sorrow will last for many tomorrows
But it will leave, my heart will get better, in the end I’ll grow.
The real reason I’m writing this, besides regrets
in the past
Is that our friendship was always supposed to last
That promise was exchanged from me and you
We said, above all else, that must remain true
Advice is asked for when you don’t like what you should do
Should we end all ties and our friendship also loose?
Nobody deserves to be treated like they’re not loved
Friends may not give kisses but they do offer hugs
They also call on the phone and end conversations with “I love…”
This isn’t a grudge but, I just don’t understand,
How your word could change like water does to sand.
Who do I have to be to gain some reciprocity?
All I ask is the friendship I show you be shown back to me
Three, eight, nine, twelve and add two till the end
These words say a message I would like to tell my best friend
The woman I loved didn’t, last month, break my heart
Or, not call last Friday at 5 o’clock
My girl has been gone for about two months
She went on vacation around October first
If you see her, Tell Her, its her I miss the most
And that I’m glad we were together and that we had many firsts
One difference between now and last week
Is that I would say no, without any hesitation in speech
I won’t say yes again to someone whose love is off track
Let me know if the woman I love, hopefully, comes back
I never wanted my pride or frustration to drive away my love
Unfortunately I had no choice, any questions, read above.
My True Love Hath My Heart and I Have His - Philip Sidney
My true love hath my heart and I have his.
By just exchange one for the other given.
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,
There never was a better bargain driven.
My true love hath my heart and I have his.
His heart in me keeps me and him in one,
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:
He loves my heart, for once it was his own,
I cherish his because in me it bides.
My true love hath my heart and I have his.
Sonnet XVIII - William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Love's Philosophy - Percy Bysshe Shelley
The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever,
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle;--
Why not I with thine?
See! the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven,
If it disdained it's brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;--
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?