Hope Burns (rewrite)

I remember the original Hope Burns, i had great hopes for that piece, but it sucked thoroughly, really, it did. So I decided to rewrite the entire thing, purged the lower half of the poem, rewrote the first two lines. This is the result, I think it flows better, and delivers the thought of "hope burns" better. I think.

Hope Burns
(REWRITE)

they say silence turns
the hope that rages hot

against hails that burn
choices that change not

respire the fiery hope
into the dead spaces

of your lungs that grope
for life in her traces

hold fast to its embers
for never will it last

sing the ashen members
gathering by the blast

can you finally feel
the black heat of despair

as its silken strands steal
the cold life from your air

past asphyxiation's sieve
your remains seek to outlive
the fire that knows not how to forgive

rgalang
1/26/2007

The Cactus is Waving Hello

Something about the desert and emptiness. I used a rhyme generator here for the first time, I was running out of words hahahahaha.

The Cactus Is Waving Hello

your brittle bones
are coiled around

that cracked stone
when will it sound

of dust laden steps
on these barren hills

was it when he slept
with a snowman's chills?

the tumbleweeds plopped
to say hello

and a cactus lies trapped
underneath desert snow

while the night lets flow
machinations of woe

rgalang
1/23/2007

between the silver sky and the iron sea

Before I start, I would have to apologize first to Interpol, for swiping the line "Each night, I bury my love around you". I didn't use the line in its entirety, but I did swipe the thought, and that's enough for me to be apologetic about. In any case, It was such an awesome line that it was rolling in my head the whole week. I have GOT to use that line somehow. So I did.

I don't know what sort of poem this is, it just came from nowhere. Prose for me is like that, just a brain dump really. Longing for HanJiHye again. And again. And again.

between the silver sky and the iron sea

does she know
that each night

i bury a piece
of my heart

around her
and the soft

caress of sleep
is the only thing

that keeps me awake
i don't want to sleep

does she know
that each night

i lose my mind
over her

right before the
sandman takes away

the taunting lights
for i never dream

of her like i do
when i am awake

rgalang
1/14/2007

promises

As I said, it seems I will never be able to bleed the HanJiHye episode dry of emotions or anything like that. A few weeks on and I am STILL in stride writing poem after poem after poem about the abject failure and disappointment of all of it. It's amazing. Perhaps I am trying to keep it alive for the sake of being a source of poems, eh? It's not a bad cause I say.

Crippled fingers and bandaid bandits? Ask HanJiHye, she'll know.

promises

i asked her if she
could sing to me again

tales of her funny
trials to make amends

with crippled fingers
and bandaid bandits

those she remembers
but one never to repeat

i asked her if she
could sing a lullaby

to break the silence she
sings to bury the lies

1/13/2007
rgalang

white flags

This one has a war-theme to it. I don't know why, for some reason that day I wanted to put in "dogs of war" and when I did, the pieces started falling into place. And the war theme propped up. I've never done one before, so what the heck. Again, something about HanJiHye. It seems I will never bleed that situation dry.

white flags

crazy like the dogs
of war waving white flags

bearing the battle that bogs
down, stutters and drags

insane like the plight
of soldiers left amused

between the bullet's flight
whimpering for truce

the napalm sunlight
rises for those whose

broken fates can choose
to both win and lose

rgalang
1/13/2007

time travel

For some reason I've never posted this one yet ... probably just forgot all about it. Anyway, it's here. Long overdue. What is this about? I've forgotten ... BAH. I'm pretty sure it's about HanJiHye again. Or Maybe LittleLady. So on ...

The scenery is around a lake-ish. Or something like that. I'm still wondering how I got in "copperfield" to a damn piece, oh well it works. The lake thing won't work too, since there are no currents in a lake ... hahaha.

This is about leaving things behind.

Time Travel

the blind lilies blink once
sending a wave across the still

stirring air from its trance
and the house's water wheel

the neat trees echo your stance
beneath a sun aching to spill

it all holds from a distance
just like a copperfield bill

as it lies on a scale balance
you're left breathing to forget

caught by the currents' dance
swimming in a lake of regret

rGalang
06/17/2006