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Singing Sex in Sleep Alien sounds circle my bed Electric rhythms Swim through my head Brandish my brain without pain They control my mind Slip through time, a few memories in disguise. The notes, They Itch, Awake a need I hear you breathe, You fly with me. A violin plucks high on E Crescendos as it bends with speed Lyrics cry out in lurid pleasure A drum beats grizzly every measure. Song intensifies I'm in trouble In poetic flight I am vulnerable. Steamy words Tasty chords Mind screams on song by song. -Cori Lark © 2003 by Cori Lark. All Rights Reserved.	A Coca-Cola and A Dream Angry voices make me grunt add to the anger and I must fly I'm crazy How did I get here? Disappointment flogs me like pride crushed by blessed humility And I wonder What the fuck is wrong with me? Shall we make a list you fucking perfectionist you triple MLP wanna be Ripped open half the time waiting to bleed and bleeding Freely fighting mind cells going Crazy Wondering what sort of pill will help me? A vitamin a drug a new vice- Supplements for sanity And Jesus Christ. And I wonder am I on to something? Don't forget about the Goddess and she won't forget about you. Then I have a Coca-Cola and a dream. -Cori Lark © 2003 by Cori Lark. All Rights Reserved.
Foe Words wrestle words They stab They fuck. People keep pushing Sucking life out. Your sound is dying I am breathing loud. You crook You liar I billow vicious nouns. You dare me? to say it? To drag these words out? You're selfish You're naked You're six fix under ground. You won't see it coming You'll stumble You'll fall. Black moments will return They haunt you They maul. Just wait and see- You're no use to me. You lost one already because of your greed. -Cori Lark © 2003 by Cori Lark. All Rights Reserved. If you wish to send any comments on the preceding Poems, click HERE and fill out the form. We'll send them along to Cori. Scroll down for two new poems	Epic You speak of life and time as if they are simple matters worthy of cliché But within this mind of mine filled with dreams of memories I must say We are human- I must ask Who is sane? Perhaps I'm out of focus or cannot see a frame - what do I wish for ... a peaceful brain.. I am a woman a witch, a wonderer, who smells the earth after the rain -- I breathe the breeze that has been kissed by the missed-- by the lake-- I embody the sun the life the day-- I dream the moon, gliding by its craters - yet I remain with my shadows in my cloud of days... What is it that you hold on to? your god? your cock? your mom? your clock? the tick the tock It does not stop in the name of the father the son and - STOP ! It's okay it's okay good hygiene everyday- primetime TV - a wedding cake! Perhaps it's the children who know the way I give birth upon the page Please allow me to explain: I wander... Among the intangibles questioning the credibles in search of incredibles With the invisibles moving with musicals touching the spiritual Willing the magickal Loving the quest I cannot rest. She is the hero - the Goddess bless your life, your time, my muse, my friend. I am here I was there and I'll see you at the end. - Cori Lark © 2003 by Cori Lark. All Rights Reserved.
The Ring The need to write a poem pushes this pen-- I guide right in to the pleasing remedy. Life's ironies exert their forces I rebound in a dance of discrepancy. The unspoken language I welcome to my knowledge... Incautious, I become overwhelmed--ceased. And again it is escape I seek--mind altering, losing, Back to the beginning of another ring.	Case No. 2004CM55555 In bong drift daze... Life's song has two beats, stupidity wreaks havoc on a broken soul. Love is or isn't times two times three time keeps creeping-- a ghoulish treat. Unusual truths do peak through, but it's okay, keep hidden away, be cool. Sense it all dancing with the sweetest mango and the softest horizon flashing paranoid, grim. In a daydream screaming monotone disguising voices within the same brain-- On and on rocking to beats tasting so sweet--and hair like a crystal river. Numbing music caressing with whispers and piano pleasures... Victim to addiction Sobriety Remembering the pleasant things and not forgetting to brush your teeth. Energy comes naturally, while tasting strawberry covered crepes... Another chore done with time to live, meditate, or dance a jig... Love someone, and exercise with reggae guy--stretched out thighs... Improvise, keep it wise. Timely, precisely take the time, lest ye be victim to the sober dream. Yesterdays gone--try not to scream.