I love this...

I don't normally post anyone else's poetry, but this 14th century Iranian poet may be one of the greatest poets of all time. His name was Hafiz...

I don't know if this is the whole poem or just an excerpt, but it made my heart melt... and it makes me want to write poetry so bad that it hurts...

"Ever
since happiness
heard your name
it has been
running through
the streets trying
to find you."
                -hafiz

Merry Christmas

i don't write before 2am or after 11am... it's a bit early at this point

Devil's Playground

popstop

popculture
stopculture
pull out the troops
send in mtv
the one
that used to be
western insanity
cultural humanity
    I met a girl
    she seemed so sad
    but i was wrong
    she wanted to be touched
    her mind to be touched
    dying of thirst
    in the darkness of day
    i prefer
    the lightness of dark
    to the darkness of day
you say to me
only what u
want me to be
be quiet
be quiet
and listen to me
words as notes
words as beat
words as art
words as life
they are nothing to waste
   she sat with me
the turning of tide
   empty and free
she sat by my side
   back to the
far side of time

   she came from Jesus
 she kept coming back
   I'll never see her again
   but
but
 but. i forgot what i was
talking about
talktalk
mopmop
bopbop
with me
until u die


 

ScrambledEggs GirlsOnFire

yellow dogs

yellow dogs
dance dance
mop mop
metanoya
soterea
dark dark
barkbark
it was only
2 pills
y is it
so dark in here
dance dance
mopmop

The Yellow Dogs - Dance Floor

Waiting For Something - NADA SURF - tvnoir.de

jazz

MopMop
Jazz
dancedance
dance with me
in the morning
late at night
oh baby
mopmop
dontstop
deepdeep
ohno
igo
i go
sosorry
mopmop
igo
dont go
dont stop...
mopmop
    hehe
poetry as sex

Mop Mop-Jazzdancer

Sade - Feel No Pain (+playlist)

Textures

Life as a texture
levels of
joy and pain
sometimes
mixed
in unfathomable
waves of
despair laced joy
what an odd texture
these feelings that well
up unbidden
from some space
wholly unremarkable
that the day
after the
day before
be so filled with
colors
sights
smells
so fully novel
and yet so familiar
this same river
always flowing
with water
that transmorphed
thru a simple filter
evaporating and returning
refreshed
different
but not so
as to be
noticeable
to anything
but textures of life
and the courage
to embrace
the
truth

writing poems

this is a poem
on writing poems
i can't do it
everyday
i
actually don't
have that much
to say
i
have to let
my life
fill up
with the textures of
                 life around me
and
kimchi
with the demons
inside my head
someday its jfk
or npr
or its
the unbearable sadness
i watch
my friends
struggle thru...
starving...
or dying
divorcing... i look
in the mirror
and say
Hosun,
who r u today
and the inside of me
receives the outside of me
in that
very special place
where it all becomes
one

PV / Live ( Jazz music ) - Time Difference - Hiromi Uehara

Victor Wooten Super Solo

Stanley Clarke Band feat. Hiromi - Black Narcissus (fragm.)

Fall poem 63

fall....
orange and saffron
cinnamon and nutmeg
celery and pepper
greengoldred....
when i was
a little girl
he was shot
and everything
changed forever
when the sunlight was poised and
the clouds
parted
my world burned
and
the deadliest
of winters
set in
the guardians
of the
new world
order
took my dream
snatched out
from my arms
and left us in
this strange new
land
as food
for a
beast with
no end
that no
amount of suffering
or souls
could ever
fill its need
and now
we2 r lost
children
while the
dogs of war
eat our limbs
while we still live and
scream
out in
pain and
agony amiss
the memories
of leaves falling gently to the ground..

wisdom comes hard

Sometimes when the weight of all ur years are just too much to bear and u start having suicidal thoughts, u just need to have a sweet potato...  HSK

killing me

i am
killing me
this food i eat
this life i live
is
killing me
i don't know how to die
but
i know how to kill
myself
hardwired to live
self-destructive
to the bone
who made me like this
and
y
can't i walk away from
it
the sun rises
the sun sets
and on  and on
i go
       killing myself
end of poem

lost

i got lost
jus the other day
jus the other day
in my house
an i thought of u
where had u gone
how did i let u
slip away
u said u had
to go do something
but i let u
get away
light snow
comin down
right before
the long lonely
winter
and then all the
sudden
u were gone
sitting in the
big chair
sunlight filtered into
cold empty room
and u weren't there
and the night is always long
light blanket of snow
covers
an mt bed
that i lie in
waiting for the
inevitable dawn
down in the empty canyon kitchen
i got lost
silent scream
over an over
no sound
how did i ever
let u go?

From Heaven Sent

From heaven sent

For many years

She sailed upon

A sea of tears

Cold setting sun

The distant peaks

Tears frozen on

Her frigid cheeks

Through howling wind

She heard their call

The heavens moaned

She left it all

To them she went

Without a fear

And wrapped them in

A cloak of fur

Amoungst the stars

They gently glide

They were as one

She loved them so

Burrowed deep

Against the cold

They soundly sleep

As planets slow

Her empty soul

Glides in the wind

The distant stars

Keep winking in

And deep within

The icy mist

Their silent tears

Her love once kissed

spice

nutmeg and sinamon
muslim and christian
i really can't say
what makes them fight
this way...
everyone i meet
people from here
people from there
all act the same
pretty much
sinamon is this
and nutmeg is that
alone: too much to handle
but together,
wow
 blend me
with another
your loving touch
ur dark smile
mysterious eyes
so forgive me if
i don't get it
fighting
or loving
u stick a
knife in me
or
a penis
how did we end up this way

Gustavo Dudamel: Dvorak, Symphony no. 9, 4. Allegro con fuoco

If A Tree Falls Acoustic Bruce Cockburn with lyrics

Black eyed peas Where is the love Lyrics

Kings Of Leon - Sex on Fire

Bruce Cockburn - Call it Democracy (live)

the River

every path leads
to where
i'm going
some are harder
some easier
some seem right
some seem wrong
but they all lead
me
to where i'm going
and not
where i've been
same river;
different water
i've been here before
it all looks
the same
but everything
              is different

the lightness

i have no right
to judge u
and even less right
to judge myself
nothing u can do
nor what i do
to myself
can change
the path laid
before me
i sleepwith
angels and demons
to which each
help themselves
to my body
taking their
 own pleasures 
always thrustraping
and plotting...
some call it fate
but have
no idea...
fate does not exist
but the path
 is living
breathing;
pulsebeat the
heart of darkness
gollums in impotent
agoney
screaming for release
trying to
alter
what is
what was
and what will be

rev0luti0n

its so wrong
everything (what i d0)
all they d0
what this is
all this can be
thru song
thru poetry
my prose
is reveoluti0n
art is the
only wayof comminication
of change
of revolution
art is the only
form of
purity
u want me
to eat
dronestrikevomit
reprocessed as
life
everything removed
all pulse
all spirit
all love
u give me
cardbox
cardboard
m t box
and make me pay
with my life

Song lyric

k... song lyric and poem r lil different. if i look at lyric as poem in tglove from the aspect of poetry.. not so good, but lyric does not have to stand alone like poem. lyric has music; poem is lonely.. naked.. vulnerable... like me... like u

unless of course ur leonard cohen... i should add

tglove

Hey babygirl, by the Bay
I thought i heard,
I heard u say
u came to me
u came to play
but i don't care
 can't  u see
cuz babybaby
u jus gotta be
what u want u wanna be

Ur all alone
u hate urself
because u think
that ur a girl
born inside a boy
and got no place
in this boyfriend world
but babybaby
i love u so

u don't love me
cuz im not a boy
im crazy baby
cant u see
u use me baby
just like a toy
with u
i'm all 
i'mall mixed up
cuz i love girls
an ur a girl...
trapped in a boy
but u love boys
my tg baby baby girl

Ur all alone
u hate urself
cuz u think
ur born a girl
trapped inside
a baby boy
an got no place
no place to go
in this crazy babybaby
boyfriend world
but babybaby
i love u so
i need u baby
i need u so

tg hell
y its got to be?
u hate urself
 an u hate me
then u love me
im all alone
but babybaby
i love u so
i love u so
comon baby
lets just go
down by the bay
don't make me pay
i'll be ur boy
an we'll jus play

music to follow...

Still

Still
here...
underwater
can't breath
or eat:
no sleep
sharking through
deep caverns
of...
icy cold (frigid)
depressions
in this subterrean
sea of Rin
oh know
not of tranquility
i cannot write
i cannot live
or die
yet another
friend died
,
2 now
this year
and yet
and yet
inside me
inside my deep vaginal
crevasses
in my soul
and now
i feel them
thrusting
coming
but soon
that will be
gone
and i will give
birth to
them
as not a
separate thing from me
but us

goddess of night

pure...
the dark seamy underside
most alive
at 3 am,
only merges with
the light
at daybreak...
long before
the swill of man
pollutes the afternoon air;
and
the blond vampires
infest the the evening...
metal prancing on
boulevards of
black tarlike veins.
slither stalking
sacred
post hypnotic
temple whores
receiving
wallets of white picket
neo-respectability
until every heroinic
recepticle of being
has been filled
all the way up
with the day's
semen of lost boys
and finally
the goddess 
of the night
strips away
the last supper of
emptiness and self hatred

My Saturday Night

Death everywhere
patiently; in no hurry
soon to leave
with the
chosen one
she lay slack jawed
morphined against the pain
unoticeing these
last life moments.
talk to her
they said
she can hear you
they said
so we prayed
and secretly begged
and bargained
under our breath
but who can say
about all of our
plans and hopes and dreams
when they come
to an end
heaven or hell
or into the ground
we go
and i sit wondering
what was it
that was
so whatever
and yet
i am left with
you
and this indescribable
moment

Note: K. died April 17, 2013

where does love go?

if u were me
i could tell u
what to do
but you're not
so i have
no clue
i reach out
and run my
fingers down your
cheeks
and around your eyes
and touch you
in many other places
too
some wild spirit
binds me now
to you
i try to get
inside you
your heart
your soul
this illusion
of knowing
this misconception
of connection
try as I may
i can never
be inside you
and you can
never be me
in that way
i can never
tell you
what to do

fb post/Seoul beat

yoshida bros post
i am flying
down cherry blossum
scattered petal lanes
blurred kimono
bright blue hue
from the corner
of my mind 
eh's polish red forest
weaving in and out
red leaves scattering
as i dart around knarled
and wisened trunks
of ancient forest
into the starry nite
screamming down
Seoul city streets
empty and cold
nb's roller derby
i passed on
not letting
anything come
 between my
sense of
what u post and
my response
ur thoughts
cyclon
thru my head
and spill
    out onto this page
life and all its
simplicity
and immmenccce
complexity
pops out onto pages
like a canyon
full of
water
over the eternal
fall

pain

i've
never been
raped
on a crowded
city bus
and left bleeding
on a
crowded city street
to die
or
buried alive
by my father
and grandfather
for talking to
a boy
     but
i have felt
the pain
and irritation
of having
to unload
costco bounty
on my day off
inumerable trip after trip
up the stairs
and no it didn't end there
endless reorganization
to make room in
both of the fridges
   oh the bother
of putting
away my food
that could save
 10 starving families
 for a month

her

"if i pretend
to be her
my soul is
pure
at least a little bit"
i heard that
in a movie
but writing it down
i feel better
at least
a little
bit

2NE1 - I AM THE BEST (내가 제일 잘 나가) M/V

nothing

tendrils of blue smoke
frozen dreams
lost down some
empty canyon
of long gone hopes
bodies of wrecked
relationships
tangled in the
seas of despair
but some how
resurecting in each
new morning
the rising sun
hidden behind
tendrils of blue smoke
wasted moments
and missed opportunities
sit wilted
at the last supper
of broken promises
and futile gestures

Johnny Cash - Hurt

queen of light

A bit of truth
mixed with
a world of lies
lightens the
dark sky...
the light
overcomes
the night which can
only hide in the
shadows...
my love seeks
out the darkness
like the inevitable
morning sun that
no cloud
or storm
can hide...
for the darkness,
the battle
is lost...

My Soul, My Soul

My soul is
greater than me
will be here after me
was before me...
how badly
i treat it
no greater crime
has ever been
done on earth
than the horrors
i have put
my soul through
and yet it
triumphs
it makes me smile
at strangers
humbles me daily
this soul
this woman
that shines within me
that lights my
darkest moments
that loves me dearly
she is my teacher
the i
is less than cosmic dust
come and gone
in the briefest flash
is watched over
by my soul

July's People 七月的人民 a Chinese contemporary protest song

2NE1 GLOBAL TOUR LIVE [NEW EVOLUTION in SEOUL] Disk 1

waiting

these poems
are like people...
i wait for
words or phrase
like a painting
   to come into
my head
i wait for u
whoever who are
sometimes you visit me
never to return
yet your taste
lingers
inside me
or maybe there is
some brief
visitation
       imprisoned
behind this impenetrable
glass that
you smile and
say into....
       our hands
separated by
8mm
of invisibility
and then i am
taken back
into my
lonely cell
and wait for a word
or a phrase
or your touch

outside i c u

so dark
feeling so dark
today...
so tired of
milking blood
i don't like it
at all
can't be in
this club
sure...
coming is ok:
electrified plastic
sliding
     in and out
        over and over
and its 10 second release
back into the hell
of unfilled promise
wasted time
desperate yearning
                         i want more
i want to
be in love
don't care
if i die
trying
or
i find u
i don't care
either way is
allright with me
but im really tired of 

white is black
when opposites attract
hate is love
when two hearts
beat as one
stay with me
for a little while
let me sleep
for a little while
and when i wake
you'll be long gone
when two hearts
beat as one...
alone i dream
this simple dream
when black is white