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Actually the full name is Not Altogether Superfluous, a collection of poetry by myself and by friends.
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Ripples of Chocolate (3)

(More poetry from LeiLani)

Song Of The Mind

The melody follows me;
Woven through the heavens,
Strung across the winds,
Eclipsing the mundane
With its flash of divine beauty.
O for a way
To translate its aural caress,
And to render its richness
Into tangible reward.
Or perhaps 'tis yet better
To let it fade into the mists.
Let it ever remind us
That things most rare and precious
Cannot be contained
In the palms of our hands.

newrule

Insurrectionist

Its petals but a whispered hope
No life stirred from within;
My soul laid in a state of rest
Beneath an earthen skin.
A tombstone of my own design
Erected on the spot
Declared that I was dead and cold
And best I was forgot.

I rhapsodized a eulogy,
Insisting I was gone.
After all, I told myself,
My heart had been withdrawn.
The usurpers who came along
Could never touch my soul;
The grave was ever silent,
No spark from that dark hole.

When someone new began to dig
My coffin to exhume,
I scoffed; for I was certain
You would never breach my tomb.
And when you pulled me to my feet,
Insisting that I rise,
Your impertinence astounded me!
I deemed you quite unwise.

And further, your audacity
Insisted I'm alive.
You even dared to prove to me
It's possible to thrive.
"What balderdash!" I cried out;
But even as I spoke,
I realized that you'd coerced me
To join the living folk.

Puzzle

What's this restless feeling
Rising in my heart?
Rogue, unwelcome stranger
Come to tear apart!

I've no time for illusion,
No patience with love's taunt;
No wish to offer up my soul
For mortal ghosts to haunt.

Yes, my spirit's lonely.
Yes, I've missed a touch.
But worse still is the payment,
The price is far too much!

Hearken to the reason,
And listen to the wise.
Love's no panacea.
It's mysteries and lies.

Yet soft he speaks my name...
Intoxication calls.
His kisses rouse this sleeper
From Hades' stony walls.

No! I will not answer!
'Tis unrest that he brings!
Ignore the sweet caresses,
Ignore the song he sings!

What's this?

A lamp?

It hurts the eye.

It wounds the mind...

It breaks the walls...

Freedom? I - I know it not.

He offers up a pact.
His heart for mine, a trade.
His measure is exact.
Somehow the deal is made.

The morrow has no measure.
The future has no ken.
I just pray that there's a treasure
For the trouble that I'm in!

© 2004 & 2005 by LeiLani

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