Archive for the Past experiences Category

resentment

Posted in Affairs of the Heart, Ideas, Past experiences, People, Personal, Poetry, Posted by g mcclure, Things on 16 February 2009 - Monday by g mcclure

have you ever knocked on the door of a color

and invited it in for wine and cheese

before offering a full course of intimacy

and a small cup of coffee to sooth the sting

of your violent careless advances

and selfdisclosures made prematurely

in short have you ever seen red

and let that prostitutes light go black

?

Lost Background Noise

Posted in Affairs of the Heart, Ideas, Past experiences, Posted by Matt on 22 September 2008 - Monday by Matthew Bowerman

Lost in the background, Lost in the noise
Slowly beating into my mind, In this fog i can’t seem to find
Words, expressions, hopes, they mean nothing here.
Where control is everything
there’s everything to fear
So thoughtless to my mind
to my feelings, to my time
tearing inside me
you destroy me from my mind
drugging me until there’s nothing left
except the tears, Where did they come from?
don’t ever justify the control you stole
free will that was forsaken from you
and torn from me
I’ll hide that from all of you
Deep inside my heart
lost to eternity
until my heart opens to someone
or until my heart breaks someone

forgeting the lizard

Posted in College, Ideas, Past experiences, Personal, Places, Poetry, Posted by g mcclure, Society on 18 September 2008 - Thursday by g mcclure

i saw a lizard
in the water
in a fountain
in an atrium
in a building
in a city
in a state
in a country
in a world
in a solar system
in a galaxy
in the universe
and as i thought
about the universe
i forgot
about the lizard

anticipating reminiscing

Posted in Affairs of the Heart, Everyday Life, Ideas, Past experiences, Personal, Poetry, Posted by g mcclure on 28 August 2008 - Thursday by g mcclure

i am a young man

anxious to be an old man

wishing to be a young man

so i can love you now

as i will then

Bound freedom

Posted in It's called love, Past experiences, Personal, Poetry, Posted by Matt on 2 February 2008 - Saturday by Matthew Bowerman

To be free

in more ways than one

would have me soaring away from you

keeping me bound and locked away

without thought and without nothing to say

your distance keeps me from soaring, from being so free

statue stood with silenced legs

Posted in Affairs of the Heart, I'm a hippie, Past experiences, People, Personal, Poetry, Posted by g mcclure on 11 November 2007 - Sunday by g mcclure

statue stood with silenced legs
never held by her or his
(monolith monument obelisk)
known by almost and loved by nearly

everyone all (both here and there)
paid their dues to statue still
skyline stature merits awe
pure as stone and strong as same

masses (mad and merry) knelt
dressed their front and turned their back
(monument obelisk monolith)
they sighed her wonder they breathed her praise

one night nature ran his course
and statue burned as by he passed
to everyones no she held her first
joy through pain in natures sleep

hammer by handle (swing and swung)
forth and back and down and up
(obelisk monolith monument)
even stone falls stone by stone

natures course was sooner later
and statues silence broken dreamed
(as seasons turned in timely fashion)
known just once and loved once less

Almost Callus

Posted in Faith, I'm a hippie, Past experiences, Personal, Poetry, Posted by g mcclure on 27 October 2007 - Saturday by g mcclure

God, thank you for this pain
It means I’m still alive
Don’t ever take every tear
lest I forget what it is to care
lest I forget what it is to cry
Thank You I can still hurt