Kailashana

May 21, 2010 ⭐ See this poem's read count — a supporter feature

somewhere over the rainbow

somewhere over the rainbow
i'm thinking about your touch
the night descends with crows' wings
pecking out holes in the lumbering sun

the world is adrift in ice
ice clinks in a stalwart glass and
a sneer stretches across my body,
poets probably should never live together,
reality is a blind deaf and dumb muse who fucks (with) us

i wish i could get dead stinkin' drunk like you Bukowski,
turn myself inside out, off and on like a light switch.

— Kailashana, May 21, 2010

Critiques

scribbler

16 years 2 months ago

rainbow

Started out great with clear imagery and build up ,kind of fell apart in last two lines ?I'll never understand free verse,I guess.....scribbler

Kailashana

16 years 2 months ago

You’d have to live my life

You'd have to live my life to understand my poetry, though anyone willing to set aside their configurations of self can formulate their own taste of *understanding*. Besides, if I told you everything, I'd have to.....! ~A "Just as what you dream is your own and no one else can observe it, so the world you see is your own." ~ Nisargadatta

Seren

16 years 2 months ago

Dearest Mum

this ones brilliant ... I wont comment on who what why where its poetry and i always enjoy your writes love and big hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")

Kailashana

16 years 2 months ago

Yeah, just a tip of the

Yeah, just a tip of the ol' iceberg. ;-) ~ "Just as what you dream is your own and no one else can observe it, so the world you see is your own." ~ Nisargadatta

xena465

16 years 2 months ago

Great stuff Kail

Shame you can't get drunk, so I'll get drunk for you, that's easy for me...not boasting, just true. Rosina xena465

Kailashana

16 years 2 months ago

Nah, don’t do that, dear;

Nah, don't do that, dear; it's not good for the brain cells or the heart, amoung other things. But yes, I wish I could often enough. Meditation gets you to the inner silence, when that is a constant, one is cognizant of all the noise about. There's no escape but in my poetry now. ~A "Just as what you dream is your own and no one else can observe it, so the world you see is your own." ~ Nisargadatta

xena465

16 years 2 months ago

Brain Cells???

Tell me about it Kail...I've destroyed too many of them...I have a very bad memory. That's why I don't read books, I usually forget what I've read, or I get easily distracted, and can't take in what I've read. I've tried meditation too, but I can't shut myself off long enough to relax. Rosina xena465

Kailashana

16 years 2 months ago

One of the side benefits of

One of the side benefits of deep meditation is forgetting inconsequential things. However feelings are never forgotten. They come up constantly, though they abate from time to time. And I write poems about them. ~ "Just as what you dream is your own and no one else can observe it, so the world you see is your own." ~ Nisargadatta

xena465

16 years 2 months ago

Me too Kail

I'm often accused of too much sentiment in my poems, but that's who I am, I feel very deeply about life in general and it doesn't always come across in the poetic format of an expert, but it has the same depth. I’ve been to Hell and back, like a lot of us have, we all deal with it in different ways, the only way we know how, as individuals? Rosina xena465

weirdelf

16 years 2 months ago

then do it. I do.

Cheers, Jess, Reprehensibly irrepressible, "the alleged short-cut to knowledge, which is faith, is only a short-circuit destroying the mind." [Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged]

xena465

16 years 2 months ago

Thanks Jess

I will try a little harder in the future with my poems. Rosina xena465

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