Lost gray pictures of my past stain greener pastures of my future Remembrance and recognition forces me to reconsider I am seeking to regress and recreating what I've found a new beginning torn away I'm spiraling spiraling down Empty hands on the ends of these reaching arms need the touch of something real Year by year we separate further We are forgetting how to feel For at the end of this long rope I hang in wait of fading echoes Uncertainty haunts my everything I look into tomorrow and I see nothing... So tell me how it feels to be me I've lost so much I cannot recall my identity I would die for yesterday not caring where I need to go Reshape relationships back into what I used to know Tomorrow is so far and I no longer want to find a replacement For all these pictures that are lost in my mind
"Closed Hands"
She died long before that day I know this tortured, grieving heart of mother No longer knew her own being And as the sun set on another, you fell through dying dreams But could not catch them and I could not catch you. Hiding below my shadow yet dancing above my fears I grip sorrow's edge as you crumble to fall at my soul's tears I have not forgotten you But sometimes I can't help feeling numb through And through closed hands on open arms hold nothing
"Venus And Bacchus"
[Person 1:] "close my eyes Pull my heart strings Pour my tears from your hands 'connections are never easy,' You said empty words Empty soul I believe that we are afraid of one another"
[Person 2:] "And I, I believe that you have died within me" ... I fade from myself I miss you again I fade from myself I miss you again... again (what have we got?) Bloody broken and hidden away I seek the rope from which we will hang Or so it seems Or so it seems The dance of flesh on flesh has rendered us blind
[Person 1:] "I look into eyes, I look into stone It's better to be stepped on than left all alone... So now I choke on yesterday when I was someone And I wonder where 'forever' went And how our 'everything' came undone I opened my eyes and the heaven beneath us died."
"One Dying Wish"
Because it cuts so deep to see myself wishing upon melting stars I cut the cord I finally give in... Beyond visions of wretched smiles And the dread that they've befriended I have seen an end to you and I (when did "we" begin) And a warped sense of being that I embrace must exist And we with whole hearts yet broken words We dream of wisdom but I yearn only for you You will destroy me with words that you have never spoken... I've drawn a picture of us twisted within Yet below this world I absorb life from portraits As long as we remain abreast of one another we will never meet each other As long as we whisper to one another we will never fully hear each other As long as my eyelids are weighed down by desire and one dying wish I will never know when you appear
"Notres Langues Nous Trompes"
I bleed onto a page for you where diction has lost all its meaning, And secrets fall from lips like dying petals in a forgotten garden. Believing language we speak in tongues deceiving ourselves, My heart whispers in forms that twenty years of reason and cognition have rendered useless. If only you could hear what I have seen for aeons before this zero. To see our system as a void, to believe ourselves immune To never feel our wings melting. We are all spirits trapped and dying. Trapped and dying.
"The Sweetness And The Light"
These dialogue stars dream of sundays in October... Perception keeps us whole, and it may just be time To look rather than merely see... These testaments to divine light, Years of work glare back at us... Out from oil, Out from marble, Out from sound... And sublimity, seeking sanctuary in the written word... In the written word To make the inspiration Visible. Audible. Touchable. To create a world from dust That is what it means to be our own deities.
"An Open Letter"
It is almost like we've died entwined in that way we are. And our voices, Our touch, Our lips are searching for answers To questions not asked. It is not a belief in dreams. It is not a refusal to accept. It is a refusal to let go. And words written over time only serve to paint these days A clearer shade of black. Now a dying wave on a shallow sea. Now a dying wave on a shallow sea. See, our lives fade apart to converge Only in my darker hours, Only in my saddest hours... Take these words pulled from me tied to you. Destroyed, Destroyed, Destroyed, Destroyed. Yours Always.
"Woodwell"
[Instrumental]
"Corporeal"
Loved ones tell stories about me to me, But I already know what it's like to die, And to pluck at my ghost's sad eternal. I wrote an apology on the mirror, And one forget-me-not to yours truly. Another ideal sculpted frame To Love To Want To Fear To Blame We all hate to look, We all love to picture. Alone we seek shadows to hide in, As statues mark these days. I know nothing of delicacy blossoming beneath flesh Tickle my fancy with visions of "Perfection" On infinite wings I fly from affection. Syllables, images, deny self-worth; The pain of convention. There's a desire to validate this body. There's a need to eradicate this paradigm.
"Ariadne's Thread"
"It's not you... It's just the fact that lives come together, They fade apart... It's just the fact that lives come together, They fade apart. As shadows are cast, yet numbed by the light, These are our beings..." This is what you told me, But I remember yesterday, And I believe and I feel and I want, And empty is not friendly... Cracked mortar Lies And pure remnants of an unsure bond. Perhaps we trust too much in this invisible thread to move on... Flowers only live so long, When they grow out of three small words. "I only speak when spoken to; I thought you knew this, And I am sorry." Next time I will be careful what I wish for, Next time I will be careful what I wish for.
"From The Firmament"
As a star will fall, I plummet from your sky, And long to return to a world you've denied me. Beneath my heartache, I have made a promise: To never let you forget. You left your namesake, And it will bleed Into you from every pore. And even though I am most fallen from you... I have still overtaken you. But yet I still cannot find you... I see black and white... You see only gray. I see black and white... You see only gray. Distorted image. Pride clouded. Unloved... Just because you taught me it's better to be accepted than respected. I shut the door on you this time. Don't return with your heart in your hands; You are most fallen.
"Postlapsaria"
I am the horizon. I have dreamed of tracing rings around this world. My arms are stretched to forever. My fingers shake with the fear of control. The fear I know you all know so well. We all lay claim to our destinies. Yet we all rise and fall with the current.
"Endymion"
I am forgetting typewriter handwriting, and how to embrace in a storm of haloes... To watch the floor melt, To know I melt with it. I secretly opened one eye, And watched Selene move beyond my horizon. Secrets tend to tell themselves, I find. I find I will not miss... Clandestine heartaches buried years deep in stagnant days. Writing lullabies across the moon I have rescued dreams dying on yesterday's embers Fashioning flowers from fancy. Skipping stones across April showers. We will dance upon days time has forgotten. To let dawn's drapery enfold us. Gazing at angels through the eyes of a second. Gazing at angels through the eyes of a second.
"The Poet You Never Were"
Forget the broken backed stretch across a painted Background you've never experienced. Forget the lazy days of daydream departure to faraway Laughs you've never heard. Forget the backwards walk through liminal windows you Never knew existed.
Forget the bells tolling an hour of redemption, a Minute of fancy you've never been given. Forget the love letters penned by sad faced boys You've never met. Forget the unwritten, uncollected works of the poet You never were.
"Roquentin"
"we've fallen on days," leigh said. all hands, blurred Motion. those praying hands. the tragic famine of Words unsaid, hours misspent. it's all flash, after All. the photographic momentary work of our senses Viewing, tasting, living to deny the bittersweet Desire of whispers written across days of days' lament ... the silence we offer, never to recompense the Experiences we've borrowed.
"Some Natures Catch No Plagues"
[I]
Smiled that kind of icy blue smile of a noonday Reckoning, the tied together two of tell-tale pictures I've sketched in sand castle plots and plans. similar Starting points, both for sin and shooting blanks. but It's always the unseen sharp pang; the awkward rhythm Of the dance like a tick-tock clock in that heart of Hearts repeating, "there is no happy here, there is no Happy here..." devil may care touches trickled down Spine, thigh, and breast may never truly illuminate The finer art of heartwork.
[II]
I was turning over with the sheets, and facing the Arched back thinking of how my eyes, half-opened, Caught her arm moving from side to side, but never to Me. it's all connected by blank words to tell empty Promises of clumsy miscommunication. so we say what we Will, to see what we may, to find a Biblical knowing Enfolded within the next few hours. it's too bad, too Tragic... I spent myself choking on the motions Leading up to said misfortune.
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On 16 November 2011 St. Petersburg Legislative Assembly passed in its first reading a law prohibiting propaganda of homosexuality, lesbianism, transsexuality and pedophilia and introducing fines for such actions. The law is expected to come into force in December 2011. Discussion of St. Petersburg law provoked intensive debates in the Russian media and society. According to its authors it will be used to ban any public events of sexual minorities in the city.
Speaker of Moscow City Duma Vladimir Platonov said in the interview that the law banning propaganda of homosexuality to minors will definitely be passed in Moscow. The next day he was supported by other local parliamentarians who said they are working on such a law to be introduced in Moscow City Duma.
On 17 November Speaker of Russian Upper Chamber of Parliament Valentina Matvienko supported introduction of a similar law on federal level.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N3TOsbnSpyE
As seen in this video, the police cracked down very hard on dissent. Whether it is the representatives of the LGBT community or the opposition.
December 4, 2011 in Russia held elections to the Parliament. At stake were the 450 seats in the State Duma, the lower house of the Federal Assembly of Russia (the legislature). United Russia won the elections with a 49.54% share of votes (238 seats), down from 64.30% in the 2007 elections. The Communist Party of the Russian Federation received 19.16% (92 seats), while the Liberal Democratic Party of Russia got 11.66% (56 seats) and A Just Russia 13.22% (64 seats). Other parties did not cross the 7% election threshold.
According to the web sites, Mr. Putin's party (or, as they call it Russians "party of crooks and thieves'), scored from 6 to 15% of the vote. Everything else - the results of fraud and massive violations of the election.
Saturday’s demonstrations in Moscow were the biggest since the fall of the Soviet Union.
The protesters are demanding a re-run of the election that returned the ruling United Russia party to power. In other cities too there were smaller demonstrations.
“MPs, we didn’t choose you” read one large banner on a bridge over the Moscow River.
The Moscow demonstration dispelled people’s worst fears and became the Russian opposition’s most successful action in years. Now it’s up to the government to choose a response to the demands of tens of thousands of citizens.
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