Thank You

God Instinct

Float Haiku

Hazy Visage

Desert Light

Green Gnome

Ok... Computer?

Drink Me

flutterby

Bruised Compass

Busybody

Thrusting waves against the shore

Today I'll write a mountain

underneath the sand

and put there all the little people

who fight throughout my land

Today I'll sing an ocean

out into the stars

and swim beyond the horizon

who stretches away the scars

Today I'll dance a fire

with these very feet

and refresh every flickering flame

that is a part of me

Inspiration

We are all caught up!

I have just spent the past 2 or 3 hours posting/copy/pasting/inserting my blogs from my old blog at wordpress.com into this spiffy, new blog here at blogger.

Note: I did not copy/paste my old old blog from myspace, but you can find it here- http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&friendId=40383455

my myspacey page was about 3 years of cataloging my life, funny that it'd already be thrown in the ancient pile along with dial-up internet and skorts... No love for the skorts, by the way. Do you even remember those? UGH! They all looked like a super-short skirt until the chick turns around and you realize she's just wearing shorts with some flap over the front. BOO!

Real skirts with shorts sewn inside, on the other hand, are a lot of fun!

As I was saying... BLOG. My ever broken-up, half-assed, sometimes I write- sometimes I don't, but still consistently THERE blog is now here.

Oh dearest google, I pray fervently that blogger will be kind and that we will get along so well like friends; that your formatting is easy and beautiful and most importantly... that it does not fuck up my line breaks in the poems I write.

That's why I broke up with wordpress, it kept fucking with my formatting and my Poems and I could not abide. Poems need specific line-breaks in order to better convey the rhythm of the piece. Now that I've said my piece, I'm done.

Ooooh... and for those few peeps who've been following my blogs and never knew my name outside of botticellibelle, I have very bad news... I just googled botticellibelle (which has been my and solely MY penname for about 10 years now) and there's some other chick on blogger with my name. BOO! She seems all sweet and whatnot, but I am still pissy because this was my name first. There is Chopin on her blog, and she has not written a single thing since December of 2008, when she only started in September... And I thought I was lazy... Geez!

On the bright side, at least she has good taste!

Anyhoo, Hi! my name is Nitya Prem and this is where my blog is.

star.chart

01.05.09

And I will gawk, unabashedly and true,
silently in wonder at the brightness in you.

Encompassing worlds of sentient delight,

I always meant to gander at the implicitude of it all
and was yet unprepared for such a sight.

Now, I think with vision grown
grand enough to break my peace
by piece within.
This colossal orb of prescience
engulfs futile neighboring stars.

Pinpoints glowing for naught
that I can any longer glean,
so away with meaningless symmetry
of bodies juxtaposed in inconsequential play.

For there is a universe on the horizon
whose spirit is known but territory unexplored
and I find myself graciously seated,
Mon Capitan, to steer a course
hopshod through uncharted bliss!

waiting.bruise

01.05.09

As I watch the sky turn from slate grey to navy blue

meandering green in the middle,

my thoughts form to fill the spots in-between

sworn lover’s vows ringing in the firmament

this cool, dark air leaves me wondering

I’d rather love balmy words blithely pronounced

on naked evening’s revelry

whispered most fair in earnest covenant.

But the spaces barely there expound come morning

seeping memory in shades of deepest bruise.

Unrepugnant Dreams

01.25.09

The smoke still burns
little wisps floating
through the air
fascinate each other
dancing vibrant streams
melting through time.

Cordially uncoordinated
avatar daze
hazes beyond cardinal
melancholic aftermath.

This Saturnine relation
of fiberglass integration
speaks arias searing
pure crystal clear
hopes and unrepugnant dreams.