Monthly Archives: February 2012

Poem: To Lindsay

This was written by me on 02-16-2005, to my friend who died of brain cancer shortly thereafter. It’s originally posted in a now-locked LJ entry.

To me, my love, your tears don’t lend
I’m finally at my journey’s end.

I’m sorry to go and leave you here,
But we’ll meet again that much is clear.

Thank you for all the time you spent
For when your shoulder to cry on you lent.

Where I’ll be you can’t see my face,
But I’ll be there to save you a place.

So though I’m gone, don’t cry for me
I’ve found my release, I’m finally free.

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Poem: One King

(Written on 02-16-2003, by me, posted in a now-private LJ entry. Poem based on One Ring poem by J.R.R. Tolkien.)

Three times did Simon Peter the Lord deny,
Seven days God took to create His own,
Nine feet was less than Goliath was high,
One God through His Son His great love has shown,
Through Calvary where Jesus died.

One King to rule them all,
One God to find them,
One Lord to bring them all
And in His mercy bind them
Through Calvary where Jesus died.

Poemlet: Dear Right Hand Star

Dear right hand star / please grant my desire / I’ve put in as much as I can / I’ve got phenomenal plans / but the rest is out of my hands.

Why Hunting Foxes May Be Bad For Your Wellbeing

by me

Originally posted elsewhere by me on February 13, 2009

Best not hunt the red fox, it’s true
Nor chase her russet tail
Foxhunts in fox realms unkindly do grow
Foolish and knavelike you’ll be til you know
Surely you can’t but fail
For here is where the fox hunts you.

Poem: For My Then-Boyfriend

Something I wrote for my then-boyfriend, on 08-15-2004, on an old locked LJ post.

Tell me
I can’t always see
I love you
Don’t hold back
Don’t hurt me
Just tell me
Something wrong
We’ll make it right
Don’t go away
Talk to me
Cry with me
With two it’s
Never quite as hard
To bear.
Don’t lie to me
Don’t say to me
“I don’t need you there”
Just tell me
What’s going on
Tell me
I love you.

(Later I realized many things, including that I put up with way too much bullshit from him.)

Someone Else’s Words: Lifespell, by Chris Conway

Blessed Imbolc, everyone.

Filk: No Phone Lasts… ttto “Into the West” by Annie Lennox

Written at Conflikt 5 and first performed in the Smoked Salmon filk around 9pm on January 29, 2012.

Lay down
your beat and weary set.
Sound is failing,
it has come to journey’s end.
Seek new,
think not of ones that came before.
I am calling
across from the grocery store.

Why do you keep
that crappy phone you must replace?
Soon you will see
all of your fears will pass away;
smartphones won’t harm.
It’s only beeping…

What do you see
in that Verizon?
Why does it drop your calls?
Just cross the street,
your signal rises.
The shipment’s come,
they have your new phone,
and calls will turn
to clear as glass.
A light in the corner,
no phone lasts…

Screen fades,
goes blank and dark as night.
GPS failing,
out of memory and time.
Don’t say “I will get there in the end.”
Your friends are calling
so you and they can meet again.

And you’ll be here, where it’s warm,
not seeking…

What do you see
in that Verizon?
Why does it drop your calls?
Just cross the street,
your signal rises.
The shipment’s come,
they have your new phone,
and calls will turn
to clear as glass.
A light in the corner…
Get here fast!
Droids are the best.

Poem: Why? Why? Why?

You keep asking
“Why? Why? Why?”,
operating under assumptions of
reasonable behavior.
Your pain is valid,
as feelings always are.
Emotions do not objective fact make,
and base assumptions being wrong,
your hypotheses
proved
wrong,
yet still you cling and cleave to them.

I’d explain, but I truly think that you wouldn’t understand,

not as you are,
not as you believe yourself to be right now.

May you find the light
and see the monsters for what they really are:
ordinary objects casting fantastic shadows.