Orion On Your Shoulder

you
you've got orion
on your
shoulder

he was the hunter
like you in your dreams
he walked on waves
like you in your dreams

and now he's in the stars
among the others like him
and maybe one day you'll be
spread among the stars in the galaxy

for all to see
your radiating glory
for all to see
your eminating glory

you
you've got orion
on your
shoulder
you do
you do
you do.

b zwaulmywbx!

s msvv amf. s msvv amfw zmxubea. s vlstt ibel lm osnp islo. s vlstt ibel lm optu islo amfw bwl. bec s vlstt ibel lm lwbkpt lop imwtc islo amf.

Lines Like A Map



lines on your hand

lines like a map

where will they lead

to your secret world quite possibly

where colors so vibrant

outshine the white

of your eyes

and the static in your mind

where noises so serene

like birds, constantly sing

like ringing in your ears

but the kind you want to hear



lines on your hand

lines like a map

where do they lead

to your secret world quite possibly

where a language only you know

exists and ebbs and flows

where the most sacred willow tree

grows and speaks so softly

in whispers like a breeze

where the soil is so rich and divine

it raises beautiful flowers sweet & bitter as wine

where time stands still and ceases to exist

where love reigns mighty, where love is limitless



lines on your hand

lines like a map

leading somewhere i'd like to go

leading somewhere i'd like to know

leading somewhere that is true

leading somewhere to all that is you

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by: chrissie e. pietrowski (C) 2010

12.09.2010

Graves Of The Pianos

once upon a time, in a far away place
there was a city built by God's grace
it was a place with ivory flats all around
and where black sharps could be found

where the air was laced
with melodies
and where fingers are placed
upon ivory keys

an ocean of endless symphonies
a garden of God's music so heavenly
a place where sound was the only way
beautiful notes played every day

one day, unfortunately, this all had ceased
by a storm with a destructible misery
a jealous storm destroyed this blessed town
a jealous storm took it all down

a demon they say
was the storm that day
a jealous, devious little devil
filled with rage ,hatred and evil.

and so they say
that this very day
was the day
that the music stopped.
the day that the demon
took out his feelings
and destroyed
what was once an Eden.


to this very day
uponeth this hill lay
the very shallow graves
of God's musical graces

the air is silent;
the air is still
the breeze is quiet
and calm and chilled

and some say
that their ghosts remain
with drifting melodies,
chorus and refrain

the ivory keys
the black sharps
the wooden bodies
and the empty wooden hearts.
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by: chrissie e. pietrowski (C) 2005-2010

I Dreamt Your Name (A dream I had...)

I dreamt Your Name


I dreamt your name
and you were my boyfriend
but you'd turn into a dead-faced mini baby with half-opened glazed over eyes and fully-grown yellow skeleton's teeth
in a brown blanket
in my arms
though you were still alive
and then you turned into a 5-year old version of yourself
and you were still my boyfriend
and then you turned back into your normal adult version
and we were in a weird barn-house
with people we don't know
playing silly games and laughing
and before it ended
you were the dead-faced mini baby with half-opened glazed over eyes and fully-grown yellow skeleton's teeth
in a brown blanket
in my arms
though you were still alive
and you were still my boyfriend
and then I woke up.
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Dreamt this last night, 12/02/2010

midnight lullabye

hush, my dear
retire your eyes
for the moon's risen
unto the sky

lay here gently
escape your reality
dream of love
dream of you & me

underneath the blanket of lights
underneath the harvest moon
a night like tonight's
will begin again soon.

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- poem (it's actually a song) that has been published in a book
- made me as one of the country's Top 200 Poets of the year 2005.
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by: chrissie e. pietrowski
(C) 2005

negative

negative

i used to think that i'm intangible
gonna slip right through my fingers, boy
those curiosities you can't control
gonna keep me on defense

i'm like a phantom you can try to touch
i'm a sweet thing that you want so much
bet you can't keep the pace
i'm opposed to you in every way

i want to be
your opposite
so beautiful
and sensitive
your counterpart
your compliment
i want to be
your negative

but you don't know me
not like you should at least
i'll bet you're thinking
that my mind is solvable.

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co-written by: chrissie e. pietrowski & gabriel isaac duran
(C) 2010