tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145022672012-02-16T02:34:58.891-06:00poetry: another threadanother thread into the poetic world... creating safe spaces and nooks i can call my own... a bLog on safe soft cushions... a nuWindow into my poetic scribblings.drunoreply@blogger.comBlogger231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502267.post-23088173389266178742011-01-17T03:48:00.007-06:002011-02-16T13:50:19.990-06:00POEM: So you can hear me screamSo you can hear me scream<br />
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(27 Dec 2010)<br />
<br />
here I am, again in that post traumatic funk,<br />
the junk makes you feel, tired, sad, bitter, and cold.<br />
<br />
here I am, again in that quite solitary bunk,<br />
and as that punk had hit your gut, just at the time<br />
that something you had taken from then.<br />
<br />
now cold, bitter, sad, and tiring of what life became,<br />
yah know, that same junk that, again lead to this post traumatic state.<br />
<br />
I am here, in this place I never wanted to be, never, wanted-<br />
because seeing what is seen making the memories painful and cold.<br />
<br />
I am here, for the second time, because that one that loved,<br />
shoved away into another arm, arms, seemingly hitting right in the gut,<br />
right in the gut… even now echoing the blow.<br />
<br />
it is sad, cold, and wanting anything other than a post traumatic scream,<br />
in this stream of ideas, disjointed and metaphorically haphazardly<br />
and specifically placed here.<br />
<br />
you are there, just to listen to this gut ripping pain, that brings here,<br />
the stain on my heart, mind, body. All signed, sealed<br />
and delivered by someone else.<br />
<br />
you are not there, to hear the scream howl through the ether,<br />
in this world we could not be friends, even like now, here, reality.<br />
<br />
this form<br />
I break, the reality I refute, this scream is here, and now.<br />
proudly loudly I will wear the purity of this mind and spirit.<br />
<br />
so, as I break from this form,<br />
i hope that you see that we need to try,<br />
try and see the beauty we both saw in the<br />
rays of the morning light.<br />
<br />
my love, for we were complete, and I believed signed, sealed,<br />
and never lost.<br />
it has always seemed thrown away, <br />
<br />
seen as an evil ploy of a seemingly desperate soul.<br />
<br />
all I can say, my love, is that I did and do, completely.<br />
<br />
- klaus andrews <br><div class="blogger-post-footer">----<br />these works are original works and are provided for use only if a "byline" is used and maintained. the author must be notified of any work being use both in part or as a whole. © 2005-2007 by klaus andrews and the nuWindow design collective.<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14502267-2308817338926617874?l=another-thread.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>drunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502267.post-91602786952578355112009-08-17T04:28:00.002-05:002009-08-17T04:30:59.592-05:00POEM: more than what once was.Just one... that i was moved to write.<br>
<br>
more than what once was.<br>
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(15 Jan 2002)<br>
<br>
here i write, these words...<br>
focussed on their place, this time.<br>
<br>
there they exist, just as words...<br>
blurred in their meaning, just enough.<br>
<br>
everywhere this time, they exist...<br>
in just the way they seem, as they are.<br>
<br>
knowing who i am, they saw just the cover...<br>
the cover of events, that seems more that it was.<br>
<br>
now seeking to grow beyond, as i have become...<br>
more than i once was, this time.<br>
<br>
Yet... i wonder, and wish to catch up...<br>
more than what once was.<br>
<br>
- klaus andrews <br><div class="blogger-post-footer">----<br />these works are original works and are provided for use only if a "byline" is used and maintained. the author must be notified of any work being use both in part or as a whole. © 2005-2007 by klaus andrews and the nuWindow design collective.<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14502267-9160278695257835511?l=another-thread.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>drunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502267.post-31339182970400064732009-04-28T04:12:00.004-05:002009-04-28T04:21:57.918-05:00POEM: Untitled 01This is yet another relationship one from a while back... looks like i do write these a lot.<br><br>
<b>Untitled 01</b><br>
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(15 Jan 2002)<br>
<br>
Embarrissed of my brow<BR />
-Voice strained and hoarse<BR />
<BR />
Troubled by my love<BR />
-Made painfull and bitter<BR />
<BR />
Standing here within my room<BR />
-Cold and indeffferently stolid<BR />
<BR />
Moments with strong words<BR />
-Made painfull and bitter<BR />
<BR />
Stolid, cold and harsh<BR />
-Only warmth elludes her mouth<BR />
<BR />
Anger, fear, love, and health<BR />
-Made painfull and bitter<BR />
<BR />
look here<BR />
-And here<BR />
<BR />
There stands an answer<BR />
-Made painfull and bitter.<BR />
<br>
- klaus andrews<div class="blogger-post-footer">----<br />these works are original works and are provided for use only if a "byline" is used and maintained. the author must be notified of any work being use both in part or as a whole. © 2005-2007 by klaus andrews and the nuWindow design collective.<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14502267-3133918297040006473?l=another-thread.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>drunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502267.post-54319934587763745652008-12-30T09:21:00.008-06:002008-12-30T09:54:41.513-06:00POEM: i, really, do...Ok, i usually don't write these kinds of poems, but circumstances in my life, as of late, has driven me here... its a sad one, for i fear i will never be by her side again.<br><br>
<b>i, really, do...</b><br>
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(30 Dec 2008)<br>
<br>
i really miss your smiling voice, loving heart, that calming force<br>
you exert into my being.<br>
i really miss your touch, that lip that lingers in our kiss, that leg,<br>
i caress as i ponder my next steps -<br>
<br>
i really missed the chance to see that love blossom and to exist<br>
within our bliss, the kind of love one collapses tired from joy,<br>
safely into my open arms.<br>
i really wanted more, can and do see more, can and willing to be more,<br>
the one that we could be, could be more, all the while wishing<br>
and wondering what it could have been, what it was, and what we<br>
<br>
now stand apart from<br>
<br>
i really want to reverse time, it is wrong to want stop, go back,<br>
and see that smile, that smile, i made on your face.<br>
i really want go back make the earth stand still<br>
regain what we had, and bring and exist again in legendary beginnings.<br>
<br>
i really miss the moments, the hours, and the movies that we watched,<br>
discussed, and dissected -<br>
i really miss the possibilities, the hopes for us, and for yours,<br>
and for our love to grow, cut short in this silence.<br>
<br>
i really stood, straight, and honest, and completely pure<br>
with my hopes for us,<br>
i really stood below the bean and knew then, that i was,<br>
open armed, waiting, willing, and wanting.<br>
<br>
i really love her, the great love i never thought i would- <br>
could see again, despite those efforts of others,<br>
the others that need to enrich their own souls.<br>
i really love her, this great love that exists so rarely, and so purely,<br>
so completely through my soul, body, and mind.<br>
<br>
i really write this to tell that tell here,<br>
for all must know of all the things we are, we were,<br>
what we could still be - like a howling cry into night,<br>
<br>
the dark, the abyss of the ether.<br>
<br>
i really write this because i must, i can, and i will try and save<br>
the second great love, a love that i wish, wished, and want for her,<br>
to have, to hold, to exist within, only to finally collapse from joy<br>
into my arms - leaving the fear, the fright...<br>
<br>
for i really love her... <br>
<br>
- klaus andrews<div class="blogger-post-footer">----<br />these works are original works and are provided for use only if a "byline" is used and maintained. the author must be notified of any work being use both in part or as a whole. © 2005-2007 by klaus andrews and the nuWindow design collective.<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14502267-5431993458776374565?l=another-thread.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>drunoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502267.post-77472844800824126772008-09-11T00:32:00.007-05:002008-09-16T19:23:31.761-05:00POEM: with all... that surrouds...This one is about some of the normal fristrations within life.<br><br>
<b>with all... that surrounds us.</b><br>
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(11 Sep 2008)<br><br>
i must say, i have seen things written on walls before,<br/>
know what steps are made by the machines in every cog,<br/>
seeing the random moments form into inevitable moments, that cascade...<br/>
before us, stands a monster blocking the path of least resistance.<br/>
<br/>
i must live, sometimes within this form to make the thoughts pass,<br/>
hearing exactly the things i bring to pass, always with the best intent,<br/>
wondering what shall run, and crash, into the random forms,<br/> life needs to be -<br/>
seemingly after, it seems to chase as running around the paths, goes on...<br/>
<br/>
i must breath, breath in the poisons we all must endure, yet...<br/>
questioning the path that things seem to be, and flowing around me,<br/>
tasting the air, as i breath in the poisons in the spirits among me,<br/>
directly within me, as they wonder if i hear them... or if i will let them live.<br/>
<br/>
i am and will be here to create the great works of life... <br/>
yet, smelling the fear that kills minds of thought, thoughts...<br/>
answering the questions still left to ask, and still willing to see,<br/>
all directly around me, as the everpresent wondering this world<br/>
<br/>
is the search for one, one-ness... with all... that surrounds us.<br/><br/>
- klaus andrews<div class="blogger-post-footer">----<br />these works are original works and are provided for use only if a "byline" is used and maintained. the author must be notified of any work being use both in part or as a whole. © 2005-2007 by klaus andrews and the nuWindow design collective.<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14502267-7747284480082412677?l=another-thread.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>drunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502267.post-78686215097349412282008-06-23T15:58:00.010-05:002008-07-07T18:46:42.726-05:00POEM: i have been drinking water all day...This one is about a girl... hate when i write these because they become cliché so easily, but this is just what came out.<br><br>
<b>i have been drinking water all day...</b><br>
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(23 Jun 2008)<br><br>
you knocked all the lights out,<br />
and stood their wishing it was different...<br />
<br />
it isn't, will not be, and as we wallow in this world,<br />
we created, we, not you, not me, but we.<br />
<br />
i am not alone nor act in it alone,<br />
i created, i, not us, not you, but me.<br />
<br />
you are not alone nor act alone,<br />
you have an effect, on you, not me, but you.<br />
<br />
we act in a world we live in together,<br />
we created, not just you or i, an affect on what is.<br />
<br />
you act as though it is all that is and matters,<br />
not just me, not just you, and never us.<br />
<br />
and all i seek is the light was left on,<br />
out in the front, the blue one... the one you never see.<br /><br />
- klaus andrews<div class="blogger-post-footer">----<br />these works are original works and are provided for use only if a "byline" is used and maintained. the author must be notified of any work being use both in part or as a whole. © 2005-2007 by klaus andrews and the nuWindow design collective.<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14502267-7868621509734941228?l=another-thread.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>drunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502267.post-13540018816149636232008-04-13T10:48:00.009-05:002008-04-13T10:56:57.819-05:00POEM: spread wide open...<b>spread wide open...</b><br>
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(13 Apr 2008)<br><br>
... standing here, and had been there...<br>
yet fear seemed to grow in others eyes.<br>
<br>
out of nowhere, and dismissive.<br>
wish i understood its source.<br>
<br>
hate is simple... and base.<br>
fear is the killer, killer of growth.<br><br>
- klaus andrews<div class="blogger-post-footer">----<br />these works are original works and are provided for use only if a "byline" is used and maintained. the author must be notified of any work being use both in part or as a whole. © 2005-2007 by klaus andrews and the nuWindow design collective.<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14502267-1354001881614963623?l=another-thread.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>drunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502267.post-79341305420828817122006-12-30T17:58:00.000-06:002006-12-30T18:11:10.984-06:00POEM: the moment the sky broke...<span style="font-family:verdana;">another "on-the-fly"</span><br><br>
<span style="font-weight: bold;">the moment the sky broke...</span><br>
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(30 Sep 2006)<br><br>
all the light poured into my eyes,<br />
and all seemed clearer than before...<br />
<br />
with an understanding of moments past,<br />
and moments made present within this view...<br />
<br />
clearer as the clouds of doubt crept back,<br />
as things seem closer to the way things should be...<br />
<br />
as long life is and see this just seeing what is seen,<br />
knowing we have traveled that same road...<br />
<br />
it is what we are today,<br />
that makes our tomorrows.<br /><br />
- klaus andrews<div class="blogger-post-footer">----<br />these works are original works and are provided for use only if a "byline" is used and maintained. the author must be notified of any work being use both in part or as a whole. © 2005-2007 by klaus andrews and the nuWindow design collective.<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14502267-7934130542082881712?l=another-thread.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>drunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502267.post-1141045961187914162006-02-26T22:16:00.000-06:002006-11-15T19:19:55.456-06:00POEM: stuck on the left side...<span style="font-family:verdana;">another "on-the-fly"</span><br><br>
<span style="font-weight: bold;">stuck on the left side...</span><br>
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(24 Feb 2006)<br><br>
somewhere there is motion to the right,<br>
crashing into and thro my world.<br>
speaking of only these idea in a minds eye,<br>
somewhere between heaven and the hell of these lying lives -<br>
all these children's minds float through minds eyes.<br>
<br>
these little things make the fabric we live within,<br>
within each passing moment crashing and careening by...<br>
within these things seen the whole covering cloth,<br>
somewhere secretly alone in the bath, the wash -<br>
all these moments crash by along a hearts beat.<br>
<br>
the paging moment brings us from our home,<br>
to the people that our brother who still has no idea...<br>
to embarrassed to break the regular life seen,<br>
elevating it to something better something this real -<br>
as the china-man hits the cement, the door has been secured.<br>
<br>
are you finished, are we finished, are we under black light,<br>
stunned people keeping others at that distance...<br>
everyone seems to know just that one caught in headlights,<br>
inspiring the very essence that makes all remotely great -<br>
as the moment passes, and falls to rest, on any floor warm.<br>
<br>
- klaus andrews<br><div class="blogger-post-footer">----<br />these works are original works and are provided for use only if a "byline" is used and maintained. the author must be notified of any work being use both in part or as a whole. © 2005-2007 by klaus andrews and the nuWindow design collective.<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14502267-114104596118791416?l=another-thread.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>drunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502267.post-1137047144078095142006-01-12T00:14:00.003-06:002008-04-13T13:09:42.553-05:00POEM: another thread slips further throughanother "on-the-fly"<br />
<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">another thread slips further through</span><br />
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(12 Jan 2006)<br /><br />
standing in the middle<br />
of what my so called life is,<br />
wallowing in some middle adged cliche<br />
that's just ripe enough...<br /><br />
watching the pairing of the souls<br />
that seem to melt together,<br />
knowing i have seen it all before,<br />
and just wish i did then...<br /><br />
roaming the four walls<br />
that makes my home - lashing myself<br />
to the post that i find here.<br /><br />
poking at the square blocks before me<br />
making these words scream as load<br />
as i can make them.<br /><br />
sitting here next to the window<br />
watching the couple of lives pass by<br />
wishing they saw more than they seemed<br />
to miss.<br /><br />
- klaus andrews<br /><br />
<a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;" href="http://people.tribe.net/dreadpiratedru">tribe.net</a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> - be sure to check out this site to see my rants on life...
</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">----<br />these works are original works and are provided for use only if a "byline" is used and maintained. the author must be notified of any work being use both in part or as a whole. © 2005-2007 by klaus andrews and the nuWindow design collective.<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14502267-113704714407809514?l=another-thread.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>drunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502267.post-1135162304914635092005-12-21T04:38:00.000-06:002006-11-15T19:19:55.194-06:00POEM: some rhytm of life...<span style="font-family:verdana;">forced myself to write this on the fly - literally straight into the posting system here on bLogger.</span><br><br>
<span style="font-weight: bold;">some rhytm of life...</span><br>
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(21 Dec 2005)<br><br>
a rhythm of words spark within my mind<br>
rattling around to break out-crash unto you<br>
breaking the through the walls that remain<br>
crashing thru the layers of brick, mortar, and stone.<br>
<br>
settling into the soft tissue of your eyes<br>
careening down the nerve endings to your brain<br>
tripping the switch to that moment that you could see<br>
see everything around you crystal clear, apparent, <br>
and simply harsh.<br>
<br>
making you see all that is broken, tattered or forgotten<br>
speeding down the avenue, missing the street all-together<br>
banging into the sides, and jumping the median<br>
and blindly beaming down the path before, around, and layed out.<br>
<br>
seeking all you see to be simply all there shall be<br>
travelling down the only road you ever knew<br>
bumping into all the wrong things, only to find<br>
that you have been given a path that is what it is...<br>
<br>
but is that all there shall be?<br>
- klaus andrews</span>
<br><br><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;" href="http://people.tribe.net/dreadpiratedru?r=10309">tribe.net</a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> be sure to check out this site to see my rants on life...<br><br></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">----<br />these works are original works and are provided for use only if a "byline" is used and maintained. the author must be notified of any work being use both in part or as a whole. © 2005-2007 by klaus andrews and the nuWindow design collective.<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14502267-113516230491463509?l=another-thread.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>drunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502267.post-1128464119142125112005-10-04T17:04:00.000-05:002006-11-15T19:19:55.014-06:00SONG: a song for an interlude...<br><span style="font-weight: bold;">the spirit of radio</span><br>
---------------<br>
rush (permanent waves, 1980)<br><br>
begin the day with a friendly voice,<br>
a companion unobtrusive<br>
plays the song that's so elusive<br>
and the magic music makes your morning mood.<br>
<br>
off on your way, hit the open road,<br>
there is magic at your fingers<br>
for the spirit ever lingers,<br>
undemanding contact in your happy solitude.<br>
<br>
invisible airwaves crackle with life<br>
bright antennae bristle with the energy<br>
emotional feedback on timeless wavelength<br>
bearing a gift beyond price, almost free<br>
<br>
all this machinery making modern music<br>
can still be open-hearted.<br>
not so coldly charted, it's really just a question<br>
of your honesty, yeah, your honesty.<br>
<br>
one likes to believe in the freedom of music,<br>
but glittering prizes and endless compromises<br>
shatter the illusion of integrity.<br>
<br>
for the words of the profits were written on the studio wall,<br>
concert hall<br>
and echoes with the sounds of salesmen.<br>
<br>
-- <br>
produced by rush and terry brown<br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer">----<br />these works are original works and are provided for use only if a "byline" is used and maintained. the author must be notified of any work being use both in part or as a whole. © 2005-2007 by klaus andrews and the nuWindow design collective.<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14502267-112846411914212511?l=another-thread.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>drunoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502267.post-1128257775412949942005-10-02T07:47:00.000-05:002006-11-15T19:19:54.889-06:00POEM: baby blue<span style="font-family:verdana;">always kinda liked this one... with maximo having been put into a body cast at 2 1/2 years of age... this struck a chord...</span><br><br>
<span style="font-weight: bold;">baby blue</span><br>
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(26 May 1995 revised 27 July 2005)<br><br>
entering... the world,<br>
blue eyed and soft;<br>
with sounds,<br>
streaming off the tongue,<br>
with a mind,<br>
that trusts nature.<br>
mark the point -it has changed:<br>
the mind<br>
the eyes;<br>
is tarnished by ideas,<br>
pressed<br>
apart<br>
and drawn<br>
to each,<br>
influenced by you,<br>
and me... don't- cry,<br>
"oh! baby blue, please don't cry...<br><br>
- klaus andrews</span>
<br><br><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;" href="http://people.tribe.net/dreadpiratedru?r=10309">tribe.net</a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> be sure to check out this site to see my rants on life...<br><br></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">----<br />these works are original works and are provided for use only if a "byline" is used and maintained. the author must be notified of any work being use both in part or as a whole. © 2005-2007 by klaus andrews and the nuWindow design collective.<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14502267-112825777541294994?l=another-thread.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>drunoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502267.post-1125223547019554732005-08-28T04:37:00.000-05:002006-11-15T19:19:54.738-06:00POEM: untitled #7<span style="font-family:verdana;">another one from way back i edited for today's release... hope you like.</span><br><br>
<span style="font-weight: bold;">untitled 7</span><br>
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<span style="font-family:verdana;">(Created 5 May 1995 - Edited 28 Aug 2005)<br><br>
standing on a step again,<br>
wondering-<br>
if this is the mark,<br>
in the depths below,<br>
at a vantage--<br>
point-<br>
<br>
writing here,<br>
again- as i do,<br>
at this table,<br>
fingers in motion<br>
<br>
thoughts and fingers begin to race<br>
<br>
again...<br>
<br>
days lived,<br>
ripping apart my skin<br>
eyes<br>
and soul--<br>
the way i do.<br>
<br>
moments in time,<br>
in life,<br>
in here i see<br>
<br>
i see - i see...<br>
<br>
something there-<br>
<br>
and in a moment<br>
entwined<br>
<br>
lovers hearts crying out for each other<br>
but holding each at<br>
a distance.<br>
<br>
fiddling in the only place<br>
we didn't want to be...<br>
we didn't want-<br>
to be.<br>
<br>
things seem grey to me now,<br>
as hearts now beat,<br>
beat<br>
in two places<br>
in two places.<br>
<br>
without a question<br>
without the real-<br>
<br>
now,<br>
again here i remember that-<br>
<br>
the black robe,<br>
surrounds her in the wings<br>
those cast iron wings,<br>
that have visited me<br>
soon to envelope...<br>
<br>
do not welcome this-<br>
or do i?<br>
<br>
but as i write here at my desk,<br>
<br>
my mind wonders to her,<br>
<br>
with whom is she<br>
where she may be<br>
what she may be doing right now--<br>
<br>
now when the wings envelop...<br>
again like cast iron<br>
<br>
cast iron<br>
cast in this way of life,<br>
<br>
by decision left traveling down<br>
the only road left<br>
<br>
and as the road might dry as their will... will.<br>
<br>
be here-<br>
<br>
thoughts in motion,<br>
motions that form this black robe<br>
the black robe to climb into as<br>
fingers grow dry and brittle,<br>
killing the this soul slowly.<br><br>
- klaus andrews<br><br></span>
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">the handmaiden</span><br>
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(30 July 2005)<br><br>
take down a moment,<br>
<br>
see if it is heavy after dusting it off…<br>
<br>
take a moment down that is packed—<br>
<br>
see the million ways it exists<br>
within the jar you have in your hands…<br>
<br>
look now toward when you open it—<br>
<br>
after seeing it on the table<br>
on which is placed the heaviest weight…<br>
<br>
take a moment out of a jar<br>
<br>
see the image turn to vapor…<br>
<br>
make a new moment,<br>
<br>
see to it that it also is<br>
<br>
bottled,<br>
dated,<br>
and stored...<br>
<br>
walk away as you will,<br>
<br>
see that you don't look back<br>
<br>
you will see it when you are<br>
<br>
ready<br>
labeled<br>
and scared... <br>
<br>
for there is only so much room in this pantry<br>
<br>
and as we go through those old jars for clues—<br>
<br>
to moments lost,<br>
<br>
gone<br>
wrong<br>
<br>
and fading...<br>
<br>
and as these moments are regained...<br>
<br>
opening jars, let the smell enter your nose,<br>
<br>
envelope<br>
overwhelm<br>
and then dissapate...<br>
<br>
for this is all.<br>
- klaus andrews<br><br></span>
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">crying blue...</span><br>
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(26 May 1995)<br><br>
baby blue cried,<br>
her eyes filled with wine<br>
her arms throbbed<br>
ached<br>
and sputtered through the air--<br>
<br>
baby blue cried on my shoulder<br>
having seen something just past<br>
my pillow<br>
and my body<br>
within<br>
and now nothing...<br>
<br>
standing here with her<br>
finally at another end--<br>
through pages--the painting of the book<br>
as my heart has grown cold<br>
old<br>
fingers growing dry and brittle<br>
tired like the woman who<br>
sits<br>
in old wooden rocking chairs--<br>
waiting alone<br>
<br>
oh god, baby blue, don't cry now<br>
not now-- not now...<br>
<br>
i have seen the writings on the pages<br>
without pictures,<br>
or a picture<br>
out of order,<br>
without color--<br>
<br>
baby blue<br>
my friend--<br>
cried still alone on the porch--<br>
and never came home.<br><br>
- klaus andrews<br><br></span>
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">i find myself...</span><br>
---------------------------------------<br>
(22 July 2005 revised 02 October 2005)<br><br>
i find myself reaching out<br>
in the only way that i seem to know<br>
<br>
i find myself being slapped back<br>
in the no way that any care to explain<br>
<br>
i find myself here wishing we had just hope<br>
in the only thing they seem to take away<br>
<br>
i find myself wishing someone cared<br>
in the real way that any could share<br>
<br>
i find myself being turned out<br>
in the way that makes any look bad<br>
<br>
i find myself everyday<br>
in my minds eye...<br>
<br>
i find myself each moment<br>
<br>
wishing for more than what is here.<br>
<br>
- klaus andrews<br><br></span>
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">These Days, This Life.</span><br>
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(4 November 2004)<br><br>
Just began by sitting by the river's edge, this one, the one so mighty-<br>
within this whole of my new world's reality, between here,<br>
<br>
and there alive, and persistantly alone,<br>
yet alive, and completely aware,<br>
completely captivated in the words<br>
shaped by your tight lips,<br>
and seeing the eyes that you seem to show<br>
as you speak the horror constructed,<br>
conveyed, construed, diverted,<br>
and made as real as possible,<br>
<br>
and diverted to the final solution.<br>
<br>
Magnificent solemn passing columns of lives,<br>
malevolently passing solemnly by,<br>
with some kind of furver, some kind of random kind of furver,<br>
seeming to breed this quiet life left,<br>
fueled by some kind of new religion of sorts,<br>
and sanctified by some arbitrary collective<br>
<br>
righteousness...<br>
splashed with some vivid moments of the streets,<br>
<br>
a morbid hatred of self, with a few tints<br>
of some ancient witch hunts-<br>
<br>
purifying, sanctifying,<br>
a righteous belief of some twisted self<br>
creating some new kind of indoctrinations -<br>
<br>
in some random faithfull view of an other whole self,<br>
projected and conveyed to sanctified mothers, and daughters...<br>
carriers of this torch that keeps the light on the hideous memory.<br>
<br>
Seeking a righteous quest, a hunt, a vindication...<br>
<br>
and, when all it does, purifying- sterilizing life...<br>
making all the beautiful colors fade,<br>
filling our skies with these<br>
dangerous storm clouds, within this ever swirling<br>
tornado of disbelief.<br>
<br>
This show of detructivity, without compassion, or passion for this life,<br>
<br>
living with these ferocious intensities, near this<br>
ever closing column of faithfull troops,<br>
openly showing one side, voice, or even this seeming ability<br>
to lose the gift of the attempt to heal<br>
<br>
that everyone within us...<br>
<br>
and around us...<br>
and holding us back.<br>
<br>
these retched wrongs are destructively cursing my mind...<br>
can you believe this-<br>
<br>
care for, sincerity, whole-heartedly,<br>
and completely concerned,<br>
concerned for all of our hearts, and minds...<br>
and this world around the absolute all,<br>
made of the same star stuffs,<br>
in these times we find-<br>
<br>
Along, wandering in random everywheres,<br>
in even the random things, through these days,<br>
in the streets...<br>
in the homes of random everywheres...<br>
<br>
Now seemingly cast in this unexpected role, and ill equipped to act,<br>
a great man once showed me song, talent, and rhythm...<br>
<br>
when touching a minds eye, and thru these words,<br>
this brought me by voice,<br>
and made me seek these very ideas, bring these goals closer,<br>
<br>
this hope for the everything within...<br>
<br>
But now left to rot, to die, to wait for that first solemn rest,<br>
for this tired soul...<br>
seemingly denied,<br>
<br>
for even in this being that knows the path of peacefull warriors...<br>
and even yet violating that very faith,<br>
<br>
this warrior seeming to be doomed to fight for peace,<br>
<br>
yet again, and again....<br>
and while in this hysterical blindness,<br>
still unable to see an angel inside...<br>
<br>
and, and now, when your faith needs company to stoke fires for life,<br>
within and without,<br>
these words, these ideas,<br>
these willing to keep,<br>
are long gone...<br>
<br>
left to those, wishing to keep these passions of their life alive...<br>
<br>
or something worse... even to die in some random passing<br>
in some random judgement, we make every day, every minute,<br>
every solemn passing moment,<br>
in some random basement, and to left to rot<br>
like some common random pig,<br>
<br>
to die like some shining sample of sinning scum sucking rat,<br>
<br>
in some random river,<br>
drowning in some random virtual river of random nightmares<br>
in some controlled fantasy that they concocted, and left-<br>
<br>
to die in the middle of some ravenous pack of wolves... now scratching,<br>
barking, lurking, hovering around...<br>
<br>
I am not blind to this door being slammed shut,<br>
as my mind is turning loud...<br>
<br>
helplessly ill equipped to move, paralyzed to the point<br>
that it seems there is a need to request just to move...<br>
to ask to breath, because the need the change,<br>
<br>
the panned moving away... seems denied.<br>
<br>
closer, even closer to some reality of security...<br>
somewhere, not watching<br>
the column of solemnly passing lives,<br>
passing their collective judgement....<br>
<br>
solemnly passing by, this is all,<br>
is all just what they seem, to do...<br>
<br>
and when these wolves bark at my door, for this fear<br>
does runs deeper than I would like,<br>
as it does run some lives, runs these minds, these hearts,<br>
and yet there seems nothing that seems...<br>
<br>
...that seems to work, to be completely alone, and to follow this road<br>
laid before me... has just given many hurtles to climb...<br>
<br>
and I watch the this never ending column, solemnly slip by...<br><br>
- klaus andrews<br><br></span>
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Can It?</span><br>
---------------------------------------<br>
(31 August 1996)<br><br>
What do these words mean to me now,<br>
That she no longer believes in?<br>
Where do they make sense to me?<br>
Do these words cry to you?<br>
Make you feel anything?<br>
Can this moment within my life allow me to write?<br>
Can Pain make Poetry without alienating you?<br>
Can it?<br>
Can it?<br>
Can it?<br>
One may ask... why write,<br>
why let all the pain go?<br>
Push it out of this pen and make you read it.<br>
<br>
Why do these words work?<br>
Can you understand what this means to me?<br>
Where do the words cease,<br>
and the actions make it enough for you?<br>
<br>
When do these words work? Now?<br>
<br>
Later? Never?<br>
<br>
When does this mean enough?<br>
A face crawls and mingles across my eyes.<br>
When do these words mean enough?<br>
<br>
Where do these lines carry me now<br>
here as I am, quietly here.<br>
My eyes and limbs hurt and beg for relief that comes<br>
<br>
from inner pieces that remain.<br>
<br>
Edit and pull back... <br>
so I do not let these words cry from<br>
a misdirected intent.<br>
Do these lines work?<br><br>
Or why do my hands just glide over a pen?<br>
When are there enough answers<br>
Where are all the questions that remain?<br>
<br>
But,<br>
<br>
Here, kicking in this womb,<br>
the world I have created,<br>
waiting on the step,<br>
waiting for the nothing book in which I have<br>
conceived-<br>
These images crawl around my hands-<br>
breaking and being battered by hitting my skin<br>
Trying, trying to get out, break free, here within a<br>
world I roam.<br>
Words seem to glide without edit or purpose, but<br>
only a feeling<br>
or a meaning?<br><br>
- klaus andrews<br><br></span>
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">you missed the...</span><br>
---------------------------------------<br>
(03 June 2002)<br><br>
there is again the realization<br>
of the paragon of my ideas<br>
the rationalizing of the dismissal<br>
the need to preserve the distance...<br>
<br>
breaking this moment out and wedging<br>
this blunt paragraph somewhere between<br>
the meaning of this disjointed construction<br>
of ideas made to make you objectify ideas...<br>
<br>
between me and the rest of the world<br>
it seems it all starts to degrade in this way<br>
to a point of complete silent isolation<br>
now in this world here I have made as a refuge...<br>
<br>
so if I find myself just running to it<br>
when people still kill us and we have to see<br>
that the lack of our own actions to address<br>
those who still need a voice, and attempt to take...<br>
<br>
from the distancing in my minds eye and heart<br>
to the cloned backward glances of putrid hatred<br>
and patented mockery of spirit of my mear validity<br>
inside my duplicated shell of sound...<br>
<br>
and this is no source of paragonized paranoia<br>
and this is no place to fear diseased idealism<br>
and this is no home of isolated fatalism<br>
and this is no refuge for spiritual bankrupsy.<br>
<br>
echoing thru my mind - having enough of this<br>
to last a lifetime thru and if that is all they see<br>
then so minimalistic in this voice and you missed<br>
the point of it all...<br><br>
- klaus andrews<br><br></span>
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">goodnight, I have written<br>
all I have needed to - tonight.<br>
---------------------------------------<br></span>
I, having been dormant<br>
for many years,<br>
feel like what I write may be...<br>
edit and pull back-<br>
I know it has been to long,<br>
for a boy in the black robe<br>
has laid quiet for too long.<br>
<br>
Wow!<br>
here I am,<br>
<br>
writing,<br>
and seeing there is a window,<br>
in the distance,<br>
a tree blooming in the spring,<br>
cliché-<br>
<br>
I see something, just outside of myself,<br>
it seems cold,<br>
but real- or is it.<br>
<br>
A thought, of a New Coin,<br>
the one you get,<br>
in a candy, store-<br>
the one<br>
that signifies you have paid your dues,<br>
as you suck on fingers,<br>
tasting cotton melt away,<br>
as you remember- what you learn<br>
as the coin tarnishes in your pocket.<br>
<br>
But- pen in hand,<br>
fingers in motion,<br>
the thoughts race...<br>
<br>
the image and need pass...<br>
<br>
goodnight, I have written<br>
all I have needed to - tonight.<br><br>
- klaus andrews<br><br></span>
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">the next step<br>
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standing on<br>
the marked part of step<br>
into a world,<br>
not of my own<br>
was it all an illusion?<br>
<br>
an illusion of something seen,<br>
or was it not-<br>
real enough<br>
or was it-<br>
not<br>
real...<br>
<br>
walking in a marked way of step<br>
in a world,<br>
not of my own<br>
it seems to be all<br>
bit of illusion,<br>
but then, only as an illusion of<br>
someone sees,<br>
or it was-<br>
not<br>
real enough<br>
or was it not-real.<br>
- klaus andrews<br><br></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">----<br />these works are original works and are provided for use only if a "byline" is used and maintained. the author must be notified of any work being use both in part or as a whole. © 2005-2007 by klaus andrews and the nuWindow design collective.<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14502267-112154080493316761?l=another-thread.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>drunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502267.post-1121459863169604282005-07-15T15:36:00.000-05:002006-11-15T19:19:52.343-06:00POEM: here within a box<span style="font-family:verdana;">hello world. hello fellow bloggers... hope you are kind to me. i am starting yet another bLog... where i plan to start releasing poetry... hopefully y'all are kind and feel free to criticize... because there is no such thing as bad criticizisms, just bad ways of taking it... and i have been trying really hard to live what i 'preach' in my beliefs.</span><br><br>
<span style="font-family:verdana;">the thread begins... i have become strong again as i see where we are headed as a people... and fear the fire we are making... the wirlwind of overt consumerism... the song of the capitalist, not the naturalist, the one who is in tune with nature... (no not the nudists... although...) seriously, things are becomming unfashionable to discuss... things are as they are and we need to open the dialog up with as many of us that we can... there is more in that for me... and i am sure to cover it at </span><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;" href="http://people.tribe.net/dreadpiratedru?r=10309">tribe.net</a><span style="font-family:verdana;">. be sure to check out this site to see my rants on life...</span><br><br>
<span style="font-family:verdana;">here i am gonnah supply poetry... so to start...</span><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">here within a box</span><br>
I need to start a play,<br>
on words.<br>
I need to start that play,<br>
on life.<br>
It been changed...<br>
the soul robbed out<br>
with a cold black tie<br>
around the inside of the neck...<br>
It was simple,<br>
pure,<br>
and clean as ice - <br>
That story shall unfold,<br>
here within the my box<br>
I have found refuse.<br>
- klaus andrews</span><br><br>
<span style="font-family:verdana;">so... here i am finishing this... hope you enjoy... and wish to comment. it is such a cool place i find myself after being surrounded by art for about 9 months and feel there is some kind of need to be doing this on an artistic level - please - any comments would be nice... been getting no critical responses... please take a few moments to add your comments... all kinds are welcome.</span><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer">----<br />these works are original works and are provided for use only if a "byline" is used and maintained. the author must be notified of any work being use both in part or as a whole. © 2005-2007 by klaus andrews and the nuWindow design collective.<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14502267-112145986316960428?l=another-thread.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>drunoreply@blogger.com0