Couchant

Apathy is my sanctuary
Your severed sympathies are gone
Spring has lost its beauty
Replaced by sinking dawn

I treasured feeling deeply
The fatal mask of faith fell on
But I’ve surrendered to my belfry
To play my mourning song

A life has died—hear the bell cry
Emotion replaced by motion
Neutrality the reason why
Mind gave way to incessant erosion

Heart does not move nor is eye dreary
While I am left with mem’ry to build upon
Past paints future's picture clearly
The entirety of color is withdrawn

~DaLe 09.30.08 at 4:26pm

Happiness in Love: A Sonnet

What is love but an eternal friendship?
Tied with pure bonds of sacrifice and truth
Each small moment tightens affection’s grip
Offers my heart the happy zeal of youth
My heart beats alone to hear thy heart sound
A syncopated assessment to my thought
Of pure admiration that knows no bound
But exponentially expands my lover’s lot
The language of soul I’ve learned to translate
Through pure joy’s liberating looking glass
Which smoothes my reflection ‘til the lines are straight
In a path that leads to your arms at last
You have released the tide and set me free
Because you decided to love me for me
~DaLe 09.27.08 at 8:13pm

Emotion is Free

I’m missing your ghost--does he even exist?
Or maybe it’s you I’m starting to miss
The hallways and walkways are paved with our past
Does anything but winter have strength to last?

I slow dance alone and clutch to this space
As I run solo in this marathon race
If I go to sleep will you come be with me?
Because it’s here in our dreams that emotion is free

So I’ll check off my lists and count seconds in twos
Smile at strangers and pretend that they’re you
I’ll watch the sun rise and watch the sun set
And suppress inner voices that scream my regret

I slow dance alone and clutch to this space
As I run solo in this marathon race
If I go to sleep will you come be with me?
Because it’s here in our dreams that emotion is free

I’ve made up my mind to change everything
Chopped off my hair and picked sad songs to sing
I put on my socks that don’t purposefully match
And found a replacement for my broken heart’s latch

I slow dance alone and clutch to this space
As I run solo in this marathon race
If I go to sleep will you come be with me?
Because it’s here in our dreams that emotion is free

It’s here in our dreams that emotion is free

~DaLe 09.25.08 at 10:28pm

The Easy Way

I know lots of you might find this offensive, but it's how I feel.

To justify a heinous crime
And give the sin no consequence
Mortally refuse God recompense
And mock eternal law sublime

Nine month wait for Armageddon
Murder on the streets of infant soul
Pleasure not love the coupled goal
Does law’s soldiers her choice deaden?

Birth and death are her synonyms
Playing the role of God her sick game
Refuses to take the Father’s name
Freedom of choice her euphemism

The fight against death continues
As she secretly does her deed
Her moral chains have been freed
She bids promised life adieu

~DaLe 09.21.08 at 9:39pm

Covergirl

(Conscious Imitation of Alfred Lord Tennyson's "The Lotos-Eaters")

Uniquely she enters the basement room
Empties her pockets of probing success
The air she breathes emanates perfect perfume
Her tinkling laugh flowers her finesse
The ungodly her mere presence does suppress.
Others long for her organized splendor
Hold the sin, envy--her mind could never transgress
She is the flawless knight of truth, his defender
His pattern of precision she will always render

There is a great blessing in being me
In never creating any fault nor sin
I am loved by humanity in every degree
My beauty is not transparent but worn on my skin
I inspire happiness with my sight
My efforts bring motivation for life to light
Mortal minds of millions I ignite
I have been told my face is a work of art
Every brush stroke sets my colors apart.
Like VanGough my masterpiece speaks to man’s heart
My technique of application of beauty is what I impart.
~DaLe 09.14.08 at 12:44am

Mormon Girl- A Conscious Imitation of "Girl" by Jamaica Kincaid

I don't know how many of you have read the original, but it's one of the most creative pieces of writing I have ever read. I took her work, and turned it into the same thing, but LDS style, using the same syntax and such. I think it turned out pretty good.

Wash the children’s clothes on Saturday and put them on their beds; wash your clothes on Monday, and place them on hangers to dry; don’t wear short-shorts in the summer sun; cook funeral potatoes in very sharp cheddar cheese; soak stained clothes right after you spill food on; when buying fabric to make daughters a prom dress, be sure that it is sturdy, because that way it will dry-clean after a dance; crock-pot stew overnight before you serve it; is it true that you sing The Osmonds in Sunday School? Never eat your food in a deacon way that it makes the Sisters gossip; on Sundays try to dress in your best, and not like the whore the world is bent on you becoming; don’t sing The Osmonds in Sunday School; You mustn’t date before you’re sixteen or shallow boys will follow you; but I don’t sing The Osmonds on Sundays at all and never in Sunday School; this is how you cross-stitch; this is how you find a frame for the pattern you just cross-stitched; this is how you bend down to see if your hem is to short so you don’t become the whore the world is bent on you becoming; this is how you iron your husband’s white shirt so that the collar doesn’t stick up; this is how you iron your husband’s suit pants so that they have a crease; this is how you grow food storage for the family, because obedience brings blessings; when you are growing corn, make sure you are humble and thank God while you are eating it; this is how you quilt a corner; this is how you quilt an entire blanket; then you should give it to someone else; this is how you pray for someone that you don’t like too much; this is how you serve someone you don’t like at all; this is how you love someone you forgive completely; this is how you bring your children to dinner; this is how you make memories at dinner; this is how you set the table for dinner with the missionaries; this is how you pack a sack for lunch; this is how you cook your teenagers in seminary breakfast; this is how you act at all times, all things, and in all places so that men won’t think of you as the whore the world laughs at you becoming; make sure to be clean always, even if it sacrifices popularity; never talk during a fireside, you are not a deacon, you know; don’t gossip on people’s lives, you might hurt someone; never think judgments about people, because you are not perfect at all; this is how you make jell-o pudding; this is how to make orange rolls; this is how you nurture flower pots; this is how you nurture a child with a cold; this is how you make a good memory to treasure a child before it becomes an adult; this is how you pass a test; this is how to change a grade you don’t like, and that way integrity will imprint on you; this is how to find a good man; this is how a good man finds you; this is how you marry a man, and if that doesn’t work, don’t give up, this is God’s only way; this is how to have joy if you desire to, and this is how to find it again if it disappears from you; this is how debt creates tragedy; always qualify for a current temple recommend to make sure God knows you’re worthy; but what if God doesn’t think you’re worthy? You mean to believe that after all you are going to be the kind of Saint that God won’t let into his temple?
~DaLe 09.01.08 at 4:45pm