Loki Listens

Two cups sit.
Neither are empty,
yet neither are full.
Can we not pour
one into the other?
—-
Jack
I Listen.
Basic Ideology 101

Lesson #19
The Battle of Fulfillment

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Poetry is Divine Force.
It smacks you on the back of the head until you listen.

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Dream-dance, spot me in the moonlight. Work is fast, and work is done. No time left to play in sun. Dance with me tonight.

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This is kinda cool.  Found it in an old binder.  It’s dated November of 1999.  That means I had just turned 17, so forgive any horribles, ok?
Spiraling Down.
—-
Snowblind
I’m twisted
I’m losing my faith
I’m falling so far
I can’t get away
Death draws me closer
I can hear no sound
All I can see
is dew-covered ground
It beckons to me
“Come closer my [...]

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A Day Late and a Dollar Short
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I got a little carried away with NaNoWriMo this weekend, and didn’t even realize I had missed the Sunday Update. So here goes.
Brooke came to visit for the better part of three days.
I started my novel for NaNoWriMo. (sitting at 4031 words, as of today)
I’ve been helping [...]

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Wrinkled time
conspires against me.
The liquid clockwork
voice moves to
dance with me.
I cannot see her
through the dense
liquid. I only hear
the clockwork motions.
We tango, back and forth,
to the rhythm of
a metronome,
moving in directions
that I could
never understand.
Am I just
another cog?
—-
-Jack.
I Listen.
#badpoetry

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My shattered form.
My broken wings.
I am nothing now,
but white powder.

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For the first time on Loki Listens, I’m going to publish a poem I am actually sort of proud of. Hopefully someone will enjoy it as much as I do.
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Drink in the night.
Can you feel this flavor?
The wine is deep red.
The love is crystal clear.
Drink with me.
This cup we share.
We are not this.
We never [...]

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I just wanted to take some time tonight and give a little promo to some of my favorite fellow bloggers.

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She fell asleep that night, in my arms.
I can’t remember the last thing
that she said to me.
When morning came,
I was alone.
So quickly, so suddenly,
it was all over.
I don’t remember arguments.
I don’t remember fights.
I thought we were pretty happy.
I’ll try not to think next time.
—-
Jack.
I Listen.
I Travel.
faux poetry is something similar to a sin.

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