Direction finding

Posted in Expression in poetry, Uncategorized on 24/09/2011 by markcalles

sometimes i just like to play with format. an easy one to spot, i hope, but was a bit hard to accomplish. i especially like reading it the “right way”.

 

beginning the reach,

to end from starting.

looking are you what for,

and were you where of,

understanding the in,

is direction finding

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Unwavering sight

Posted in Expression in poetry on 20/09/2011 by markcalles

it is often that a piece sits gathering dust, mostly forgotten, even the near or mostly finished ones. i think i have actually lost more then i have, or will have ever, finished, but that is part of the beauty of this craft. the thoughts never truly leave you, even once they are put on paper. though the precise articulation may fade, the feelings and messages find ways of cycling themselves back into your consciousness.

i couldn’t count how many unfinished pieces i have; folders of half written pages and scrapes, both digital and physical, but they have a way of popping back up and weaving their way into other pieces. i like to think of them as working material. sometimes i go searching for them, to find that one line im missing or to start a piece itself. sometimes they find me, nagging at the back of my mind until i shuffle through my scrapes to unearth words that wont stop calling for me.

i usually like to start on paper. there is something about being able to hold a piece physically that makes it all the more “tangible”. though, after ive fleshed out the frame work, the freedom in writing and editing on a computer cant be beat. it is much easier to finish and clean up a piece when lines can be moved so freely or that perfect word can be scrutinized next to its competition.

this piece is a product of that scrutiny, also one that sat idly by until called upon, quite literally (by an eager muse). it is always nice to see why and how a piece evolves. this one looks little like its original, but the message and the feelings are all there, just finely pressed. i wrote it quite some time ago for someone very special to me, for someone that gave more to me then i could ever hope to reciprocate. im happy to say the sentiment it contains still, and will always, hold(s) true. though it is little compared to what is deserved, i hope she likes the finished version as much as the draft.

To smell her

To fill every breath with her scent

To see her

How her hair falls across my chest

To hear her

A choir of voices in melody

A touch

An instant

A calling

To taste her

The sweetness of her skin

To meld her body with mine

To feel, to know

To take her in

To stare into the depths of those eyes

To experience the beauty of unwavering sight

Night through to day

Posted in Expression in poetry on 31/08/2011 by markcalles

it is always hard to know whats right and whether some choices even have a right answer. i think that i have always tried to be a logical person, but is there an extent to how practical logic can be? it seems that the further i have tried to push my logic the more estranged i have become from my own emotions, to the point that now they both just seem a bit flawed. do you go with your gut? do you sit and ponder and try to smooth out or change that feeling? it is hard to decided, but no one gains from leaving a decision dangling in the air. too long up there and it will just crash down by itself.

this is one such occasion. where whats good for all is hard to decide, and the fear of loss and pain starts to feel like a pressure from all directions, to the point where it is hard to think. to the point where you would rather not have to make a decision.

i need to clear my head. i hope this helps.

 

Fell asleep on a beach in sunlight

My body warmed by the rays

But sank into the sand at sunset

Where warmth could not penetrate

 

The cold moon my only ally

The sand tight around my chest

The oceans crash my only voice

The tide rising in my head

 

Where are the stars to guide me

Send a sign to show the way

A flame to warm me once again

To see this night through today

 

This day and night

Has no heavenly cause

Only a product of my own mind

Now to think and feel it true

In time, this time, its time

In numerous

Posted in Expression in poetry on 17/04/2011 by markcalles

often i start a piece with a root idea or single line. in this case, it was the very first line. while i initially had different intentions for the line, the piece developed itself as an illustration of contradiction, and more philosophically, a picture of the duality of man. while the content tends to be specific, i think the ideas are very open to personal interpretation. the couplet stanzas all hold their own contradictions with different experiences throughout.

usually i will try to avoid assign a singular identity to the content when writing a more philosophical or conceptual piece, but i found that being able to distance the reader from the content made the contradictions more apparent. i hope you enjoy the piece and exploring the intricacies of the juxtapositions, the title being one of my favorites.

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He never wrote a love note.

Not one was received in return.

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Too often heard a kind word.

Not one of which was deserved.

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Habitually taken by surprise.

By events that he saw coming.

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Ordained by birth to be scorned.

For the folly of his cunning.

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He would make fantastic boasts.

If only spoken softly to himself.

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Knew every word ever written.

In books that had never left the shelf.

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Impeccably wide of the mark.

His aim always held true.

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An opinion tantamount to law.

If under scurrilous review.

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His every feat an accolade.

Rife in un-accomplishment.

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A significance thoughtfully misplaced.

Returned, but never leant.

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His days were filled with joy.

With no comparison of sadness.

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He was enlightened, to be true.

Restrained to never know his madness.

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He could laugh the loudest symphony.

He could cry a somber song.

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He could write their perfect harmony.

But never play or sing along.

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The alpha to omegas

In numerous in re verse

A demise lived long ago

An execution in rebirth

New to come soon

Posted in General on 14/04/2011 by markcalles

so, for some odd and glorious reason this place has been getting a lot of hits lately. i dont know who you are that put me on stumbleupon but thank you. as of recent ive had a period of rest when it has come to my writing, but i have logged a lot of ideas in my to do list and am now ready to start chipping away at them. i promise new peices very shortly and have decided to include a bit of a personal comentary before the piece to give a bit of insight into my process and the ideas i am working with. i hope all of you that are visiting find something to enjoy and i would like to take this oppurtunity to invite any and all critiscm you have. please, lay it on me. if any of you need anything from me feel free to ask. see you all again soon.

Apology of a self critic.

Posted in General, Statements on 07/04/2011 by markcalles

So… the month has past, and for some it may have seemed a bit longer, especially if they had spent any amount of time with or around me. Therefore, in the practice of letting one thing end and others begin, I would like to offer my apology to any and all who had the dreadful task of putting up with me. Needles to say, I was at many times, simply put, a dick, and for this I am sorry. Some may know I was under a fair amount of stress, mostly self imposed due to my overly critical standpoint with myself, and coupled with my yearly detox, it may have gotten a bit overwhelming for some. Im sure I said some things that are not very becoming of my usual demeanor and also acted in a way that was sure to ostracize myself from some of you. My only hope is that any offended parties can forgive my foolish way of acting and recognize that this is not my usual self.

Some times I am quick to forget how out of my element I really am and how much others that expect little or nothing in return have given me. In comparisons, it is still a bit disorienting to be experiencing so many new things in a place that is still in many ways foreign.

I want to thank you all for making the past year a great and beautiful one, especially my friends and co-workers at the one and only Halifax. Without you guys there wouldn’t even be a reason to write anything like this. I especially would like to thank those who I work with in close relation and who have taken the time, on some occasions, to simple tell me to shut the hell up. To me, criticism is paramount, and I welcome every ounce that I receive, whether warranted or not. I would like to invite any and all of you to add to that whenever you see fit. Without it, my own personal growth would be a slow and arduous one.

So once again, I extend my sincerest apologies, and the biggest thanks that I can. I hope that this summer brings many more wonderful memories and that I can help make the time you spend with or around me an enriching one. Thank you.

 

Mark B L Calles

In critical condition

Posted in Expression in poetry on 14/11/2010 by markcalles

(In)

critical    condition

(of) the body

(of) the mind

(of) the connection that binds

(of) the heart

(of) the soul

(of) the need to be whole