change is good. change is necessary. life is change.
if change scares you, if change intimidates you, if change makes you uncomfortable, then you're a BORE!
this blog changes to reflect its continually evolving creator - moi.
so ... adapt!
you never know what you'll find when you get to velvet's place. that's the adventure of it all.
this place continues to take shape, as velvet finds her voice in all this darkness.
velvet rants, rages, throws the occasional hissy fit, launches the odd venomous tirade, and intellectually contemplates all the stuff of life, love, and soul
its depressing, and enraging because the world burns and crumbles before our eyes. yet we sleep.
we sleep. apathy, greed, power sit atop our eyelids like lead weights
so, welcome to my world.
i aim to pry your eyes open, to pry your mind open, to get you thinking outside the box, to shock you even.
i ask the questions most choose to ignore. i think the thoughts most consider unthinkable. i'm alive. i'm awake. are you?
hey -- WAKE UP!
i have several poetry blogs on the 'net. essentially these contain the same stuff, just presented in differing formats. this methuselah just likes digging around in more than one corpse at a time!
bell jar dreams
tenderly,
you held me in your arms,
ripening
my trembling alabaster fruit
and savagely,
you trampled me, underfoot
as master of my shattered freedom
you - the twisted and beautiful lord
who sealed me in a windowless bell jar
with anguish and solitude,
as my only companions
captor! my demented master!
my withered soul screams for you
it howls for the soothing barbs,
hidden, in your voice
and your frail, orgasmic vulnerability
my withered soul screams your name,
raging delicately,
for the gaping hollows of my existence,
which melted into yours:
dessicated dreams,
vanquished innocence
this sick hunger in my heart for you -
will it ever ebb?
copyright ROXI G 2006
copyright ROXI G 2006
"there's no way around grief and loss: you can dodge it all you want, but sooner or later you just have to go into it, through it, and, hopefully, come out on the other side. the world you find there will never be the same as the world you left." (johnny cash)
"i wore black because i liked it. i still do, and wearing it still means something to me. its still my symbol of rebellion - against a stagnant status quo, against our hypocritical houses of god, against people whose minds are closed to others' ideas." (johnny cash)
if only you would touch my heart
if only you were to put your mouth
to my heart
if only you were to put your tongue
like a red arrow
there where my dusty heart is beating,
if you were to blow on my heart
near the sea, weeping,
it would make a dark noise,
like the drowsy sound of train wheels
like the indecision of waters,
like autumn in full leaf
like blood,
with a noise of damp flames
burning the sky,
with a sound like dreams
or branches or the rain,
or foghorns in some dismal port,
if you were to blow on my heart
near the sea,
likea white ghost,
in the spume of the wave,
in the middle of the wind
like a ghost unleashed,
at the seashore, weeping.
... Pablo Neruda, from 'Bararole'
By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black thrones reigns upright,
i have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule -
From a wild wierd clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE - out of TIME.
... Edgar Allan Poe, from 'Dream-Land'
"and the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."
“i do not like to be just one anais, whole, contained. as soon as someone defines me. i do as june does; i seek escape from the confinements of definition.”
“i speak of relief, perhaps when i write; but it is also an engraving of pain, a tatooing of myself.”
“we are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them.”
“life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. this is a kind of death.”
you've changed your picturfe, now haven't you? (it's been different for a bit - i've just not commented on it.)
those blinking eyes. my! how do you do that?
Posted by
Bird |
19/8/06 19:36
cool, ain't it? it's an animated graphic - artist link in my profile ... i'm guessing it she used some sort of graphics animating software ... yeah ... i can't help but change ever so often ... but i do think this graphic looks like me - except 4 the dragon around her neck ...lol
thx 4 the visit!
Posted by
Anonymous |
20/8/06 11:00
I'm reading it, but of course I'm not just anyone. By the way, maybe it's the blogbonic plague. :)
Posted by
Gary |
20/8/06 11:09
Velvey, I'se readin' heah, puddin'.
Actually, I came ter hunt ya' up--didn't see ya' in the uusual haunts..so, How ya been?
Posted by
Aunty Belle |
21/8/06 06:23
hey AB - nice to see ya again ... thax for stopping by ...
gary - lol yeah it must be the plague ... thanx for reading ...
i often worry i'm writing this to myself ... ;)
Posted by
velvet acid tongue |
21/8/06 09:17
You are too strange to be left unread, unexamined and unpleased.
Where else can I get, hot pepper, curry, cumin and all the strong flavors that your personality has?
You have the right to throw a tantrum to what I just said.
On your Blog!
Posted by
Mr Q |
22/8/06 13:24
mr Q. - hahaha ... i laff b/c u r so right ...!
ardlair - in those last few lines, i think, lies the great conflict i struggled with in that relationship. how it left me ... its somewhere in that poem i think ...
Posted by
Anonymous |
23/8/06 21:27
oh ... btw - for those that wonder - the car is a write off. but we did manage to sneak a couple of hands under the crumpled hood that no longer opens to reconnect the battery wires momentarily and get the new tom petty CD out. amazingly - the car was worth far more that i imagined. and that, dear readers, is the end of my driving. transit toms and taxi drivers are now my best friends :D
Posted by
Anonymous |
23/8/06 21:30
Sorry about your physical problems. I love to drive, but I do realize how dangerous it is.
Posted by
Gary |
27/8/06 21:56