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poetry by lou sid linesman - on life, love & politics
Saturday, April 08, 2006
Light In The Dark
My Dearest,
Your vision’s so near
It’s got grip over me...
Reflecting my expression
In those images you’ve sharpened up
On clear-cut ambiguity,
Yes...
What burns in the sky
Is the fearsome might of Truth on fire
As it casts on the land
The deepest shadow of Beauty’s spire,
Exposed precipitous into our sight,
A Dark which masquerades as Light,
Deceiving the eye so to slip into mind
As the slick saboteur of sweet Humankind,
An Evil provoked to eternal revenge,
With swooping Storm and wrathful drive...
Which we many of us may not chance to survive...
But do You remember the dreading treading
Down in ankle-deep of snow?...
And how You then so bravely saw it out
Until the licensed ecstasy of summer’s letting go?...
Well now, my Dove, don’t fear to take the steps
That choose to shelter in the furnace-fervour
Of the bright illuminated place
Wherein your brimful Beauty’s free
To flourish brash and unashamed,
Where I can gladly stand my Love to defend
So that even my dying won’t bring it to end,
Where the sense of the stream of the future flows,
Where common-do lives can be
Improvised with careless flair,
Where even twilight’s final rays transgress
The spatial panes of liquid glass
To warm the spirit aware in the air,
Where sunset forms no scene of sad symbolic doom
But merely sighs at nature’s exhalation of the day...
Because,
Tho’ Death will us for ever and more unite,
What meaning has Love that’s never once
Breathed the rushing oxygen of Life?
So don’t stick out the Hate of the stare
Where your Beauty’s flare
Is forced beneath the smothering covering
Leaf of a glossy guilt-plate,
Don’t wait until the time’s too late
And the awful boom of encroaching Evil’s
Raging thunder cracks and breaks...
For fall what may,
My story’s joy will surely come complete
If our eyes converse then glint
And bid our smiling lips to meet,
For my soul’s desire at the mellowing end of all my days
Is simply put no more no less than this:...
To be with You...
And to feel with You...
And just nightly to
Curl up in Love with You
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2006. All Rights Reserved.
Not On-Line
I'm not on-line, Baby,
This really is not easy,
I mean that literally,
I can't play this hide and seek
I'm not seeing your response until too late
You've got to talk to me good and straight
You know how I respect that,
I've been as scared as you Baby,
But this doesn't need to be,
This is wrong,
There must be a misunderstanding,
But you won't let us sort it out,
Your setting me a task
That you're not allowing me the chance to complete,
I'm not perfect, never will be,
But I want to improve,
Without communication that's an impossibility.
I need your blunt critique
But I need to know where to look for it,
You're setting me up to fail, my sweet,
Your written-pain was only seen by me earlier this week,
I tried to lighten things
I want also to talk serious to you
Am I right to think you've lost your parents?
You don't think I want to talk about it to you?
Of course I do, I'm very sorry to hear,
I'd love to have met your Mum
And I well liked your Dad, a real character, real fun,
I'm not sure: what is you, what is not,
When wrote and what it's answering to,
I'm so confused about everything,
I've been talking into space for weeks,
I don't know which way is up,
I've tried every angle,
Genuinely, sincerely,
If you don't think so tell me so, but straight,
Not by throwing a message-bottle in the sea,
I'm just stupid, stupid me,
I've tried to make you laugh and I have failed,
I can't always hit the mark
Especially if you don't guide me
And then blindfold me,
I've tried to make some sense of you and me,
You don't realize how that rhyme hurt me,
I've got feelings too,
When I read what had come out,
I knew it would hurt you,
But I had to do it - for you,
It was true,
I know I am insensitive, but not always wrong,
It's how I am
I can't change it all in one go
Nor can you
I've gone naked before you
And you're laughing at me,
I'm trying with sincerity,
Trying to love you so so badly,
Trying everything to find the key
But you think I'm trying to win some game,
Well you're so wrong
If you lose, I lose too,
It's win-win or nothing for me
What's good for you is good for me
I can't get it right every time
I'm Human
Isn't that what we want to be?
Not to mention happy,
I don't want to be perfect
Just try to do better
That's why I fail,
And then learn to succeed
But you just want me to fail
By making love an impossibility.
You're scared to find out if I'm Human,
You don't want to know what
I've felt over all this time
But I'm sure it's been the same, we're locked-in,
You think I haven't been through hell
I have, especially in those early times,
But it's not a competition
Except with oneself,
Just a fact.
So you're not perfect,
Well I couldn't give a hoot,
The bad the good the ugly the beautiful the naughty the nice,
I'd never put anything past you.... or me
So what?
The more mistakes you make the more you learn.
So you didn't find it funny,
Well you might have once when you were fun,
At least I've tried to do everything for you and me
Have you?
Baby you tell me I'm wrong, but do not give an explanation,
Why?
You don't want me to improve
’Cos you’re scared to yourself,
I want to make a mistake
With you every day until I die
And learn something everyday too. Don't you?
On that decisive day, I should have told you you were wrong,
But my prediction turned out right
'Cos I was a racist like them too,
So here's the truth today now I'm grown up:
You don't want someone to love
You want somebody to hate instead of you...and that person's me,
You're trying to block any chance of synchronicity, love
And happiness
Shame on you
I'd just have ended up so blue
Had I not explained all this to you.
The only competition's with oneself,
But there's so much we could show each other.
This site we're in is just so unfree so restrictive,
Please Baby,
You've never actually given me a chance,
Nor yourself too.
Flick the switch, you're in the wrong
Please call me if/when you want to talk
I love you
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2006. All Rights Reserved.
Mmm
Mmm...I'm getting so irascible these last few days...
Can't put my finger on exactly why...
Mmm...maybe I should go consult an expert?...
Shame...can't think of one offhand!
Mmm...maybe it's because I'm trying to give up smoking?...
Yes, nasty habit I picked up years back
When under a teency-weency bit of stress!...
Not that I'm blaming anyone of course!...
Mmm...maybe I need a cigarette-substitute?!...
Have to see what I can find...
Mmm...I wonder what an expert would suggest?...
Shame...don't know one...
Mmm...Whatever should I try?!...
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2006. All Rights Reserved.
One-Off Recipe
It’s like a recipe that’s given one line at a time...
You complete one instruction before getting the next...
And only one person will ever find the dish’s taste appealing...
Baby, I just don’t know where this feeling came from...
Or who lit it...
Or who’s gently blowing it into a small fire...
It’s as if it’s not me and it’s not you...
We’re collecting the wood...
Cutting it up...
Laying it on the fire...
But where did the flames come from?
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2006. All Rights Reserved.
