I am who I am
Current mood: adventurous
Category: Writing and Poetry

it is what it is - accept it right now
I am who I am - none can disallow
the audience is fickle - don't look to their praise
it's not worth a nickle - live your own days

it is what it is - though never the same
I am who I am - make my own name
my moments are changing, perpetually new
my thoughts rearranging, creatively view

I am who I am - according to me
it is what it is - if I let it be
what I am determines what I shall see
it is what it is, because I am me
I choose my identity - I must agree
my worldview is chosen, conditioned by me

it is what it is for I am what I am
I am the root, the branch, and the stem


©Limericist 2008

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All For You
Current mood: blissful
Category: Writing and Poetry

 © Limericist 2008

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open me
Current mood: awake
Category: Writing and Poetry

Listen to the silent cry within
tune out all the noise and let the meaning in
drain my heart from love that leaves me dry
                  open me to feel you with a sigh

signify, my essence drifts again
catch it now, my restless thoughts burn within
Search for truth, being falls apart when
I'll leave it now, visions turn within

a hundred memories we made last fall
hundreds will be added too, when I call
direct my senses to my real home
set me free from an aimless roam

signify, my essence drifts again
catch it now, my restless thoughts burn within
Search for truth, being falls apart when
I'll leave it now, visions turn within

Drain my heart from love that leaves me dry
                  open me to feel you with a sigh

I'm lonely without you by my side
every night in silence I have cried
opening to feel again, not hide--
opening to feel again, I must try

                   to feel you by my side



© Limericist 2008

Currently listening : Violet Burning By The Violet Burning Release date: 1996-02-20

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Lunar Eclipse on an Old Amish Buggy Path
Current mood: adored
Category: Writing and Poetry

Wandering one night on my way back home
thinking of you with turmoil of soul
the Big Dipper tipped on my upturned head
winking as it poured out its gold

Never saw a moon as honest and bright
an high-noon sun never thrilled as much
the desire to explore overtook my heart
your muses stroked with sensual touch

Off to the right appeared an unused path
the entrance was plain, but seductive to me
for a magic spell had woken my heart
fascinated, my feet turned in to see

Felt as if in another dimension
footed along between moon-shadowed shapes
the lights of the town were soon left behind
eyes wide with awe from surreal landscapes

Faced myself then as if a long lost friend
cried out with only the crickets to hear
felt so forbidden to be all alone
my heart was filled with excitement and fear

Didn't know where the path would take me
but I continued forward anyway
the moon's face beamed just above the trees
made the night shine like an eerie day

Walked for hours with wood-sprite and faerie
passed forest castles and elfin towers
enchanting meadows of night folk playing
a countryside charged with unseen powers

Found my way home with a stick in my hand
I'd been transformed by a lunar eclipse
my child resurrected, wild and untamed
dreamed of the moment I'd kiss your sweet lips

Chose to strike out on a new adventure
break out of the cage that locked me away
begin the journey to hug your embrace
risk being children -- find a new day

Old Amish buggy path led me to you
though now we are shipwrecked, buried at sea
changes move fast across the moon's face
who knows what we are, or will finally be?

As sure as I heard the stars give their songs
and angelic beings consorted with me
we'll ride again 'neath those spinning spheres
always, forever, and only with Thee.


© Limericist 2008

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strutting her poetry that burned (remixed for a reason)
Current mood: amused
Category: Writing and Poetry

a kind of enthralled insanity
entered the Circle K to get beer, 
a forty, and there she was:
a sensual flower arrangement
the eloquent reality of her shape
my out of sync sexuality
overtook me into staring with a numb
irrationality,
      she smiled at me.
frustrating with unrealized
intangible rewards that stirred
my praise of the creator who
created my indomitable sexuality
that I experienced
      in thirsty Paris,
      esoteric Los Angeles
      and Bombay,
but this sweetheart with her undulating
machine, well oiled and smooth
            strutting her poetry that burned
into my impatient lamp post
was a well integrated implication
      of my unrealized hopes.

      time for beer.

© Limericist 2006

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The Blue Shines Through
Category: Writing and Poetry

Trees spattered with bluest sky

     My thoughts chatter with them,

Self-inflicted pains, my greatest

Blues stab my staring eyes

          color my world cloudless

Melting me, thawing me awake--

Why should I care what you think of me?

          my difficulty is illusion

Only what I am can be perceived

of what I let myself be, not you--

Would you have let me

          see the sky today?

          do I need your permission?

It splashes through anyway--

          you couldn't stop it

Filtered by a billion leaves exhaling

I too, exhale you in order to breathe

          a fresh hue of me

You are merely another painted tree

          in the panorama

          of my fine masterpiece

You can only ever be

a background once enjoyed,

seen from the vantage point

of my revolving stratosphere 

in this everchanging holiday

          of my day

          © Limericist 2008

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the meaning of love
Category: Writing and Poetry

© Limericist 2008

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torn in two
Current mood: rejected
Category: Writing and Poetry

© Limericist 2008

Currently listening : Soulmate Release date: 2002-01-01

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River Ducks
Current mood: relaxed
Category: Writing and Poetry

River Ducks

 

the late summer heat
slows the Chagrin River for ducks
they ride, unhurriedly floating along
with fuzzies from overhead trees
we sit by the edge
on a step going down
they come for crumbs unafraid
because I like to hold your head
nestled under mine -- seen together
through the clear lens of us, we see
laughing children, ice cream melts
on this hazy lazy day, a perfect day
under ancient grinning sun
simple and plain
as we

 

© Limericist 2008

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limericist's reflection
Category: Writing and Poetry

Reflection

Isn't every end just the sign of a new beginning?
Isn't every heartache just evidence of a greater capacity to love?
Isn't every change just the stuff life is made of?
Isn't every choice we make just another chance to be human?
Isn't the way you see just a reflection of what you are?

a tree dropped an apple and shed its leaves
it was me
a cat tried to cross the road and was smashed by a Ford Taurus
it was me
four billion light years away a star went nova and exploded
it was me
a worm wrapped itself in saliva that turned to stone
it was me
a butterfly emerged from a sepulchre of a worm
it was me
from spring to summer, summer to fall and finally winter
it was all me
a woman died of a broken heart
it was me
a man died of forgetfulness
it was me
a boy loved a girl with the passionate energy of a tornado
it was me
a girl left a boy because of disatisfaction
it was me
a father watched his children grow into proud adults
it was me
adults forgot their mother and father and left them lonely
it was me
a man and woman became lovers intertwined into themselves
it was me
a couple's romantic ties were stretched until ripped apart
it was me
a ring was put on a finger
it was me
a ring was removed
it was me
a child embraced the warm bosom of its mother
it was me
a child was removed from its mother bacause of negligence
it was me
one man killed another and buried him in the sand
it was me
a murderer once led a nation
it was me
a king once stole another man's wife
it was me
a king once was attacked by his hateful son
it was me
an old man once waited for death under a cruel sun
it was me
a man once showed kindness by rescuing a dying old man
it was me
a person once used another person
it was me
a person once was used by another person
it was me
a man and woman once were human
it was me
the universe frowned then smiled
it was all me
 

© Limericist 2008

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leaning to the right
Current mood: breezy
Category: Writing and Poetry

© Limericist 2008

Currently listening : Music to Climb the Apple Tree By By Beat Happening Release date: 2003-09-02

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or rust
Current mood: apathetic
Category: Writing and Poetry

©Limericist 2008

Currently listening : Rust By Rust Release date: 1994-04-19

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Within Her Dream
Current mood: blank
Category: Writing and Poetry

©Limericist 2008

Currently listening : The Whore's Trophy By Symphony in Peril Release date: 2005-02-15

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Energy Dance (collab with Kim)
Current mood: blessed
Category: Writing and Poetry

These poems are a collaboration with my friend Kim who is not presently part of myspace. Kim has been writing poetry for a long time and is quite a talented writer.

© by Limericist & Kim Stanevich 2008

Thank you Kim for agreeing to have this posted. It's a great pleasure to write with you.

Currently listening : Romantic Energy By Twelve Girls Band Release date: 2005-09-27

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no regrets
Current mood: blessed
Category: Writing and Poetry

A pleasant field lay beyond
a fence with a sign
'NO TRESPASSING'
once I
         lept it
  to the other side
    delighted to
         pick
~ your wild flowers,
         eat
~ your summer fruit,
         fish
~ your quiet streams,
         climb
~ your stately trees--

being a restless soul,
  I only lived
to know myself
          in you,
but now I see
your gate is locked       
and others play
         in my old field.
I deceived myself to think
I'd be the only one
to savor the moments
     ~of your starlight
     ~of your falling leaves
     ~of your autumn scented hair
reminding me of fresh cut straw,
and the earthy fragrance
     ~of your smiling spring--

you're fickle as the wind
which I chased as a child
but can chase
           no more.
so I must be content
to bless your seasons,
though I am gone
to the next ridge
to discover myself
        once more.

© Limericist 2008

Currently listening : Life. Love. Regret By Unbroken Release date: 1994-01-01

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