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Ode To Thanksgiving 2013

Karyn Indursky written with Ms. Dove

Tis the day of gratefulness we sit still

in our seats and bow our heads in a prayer

thanking the Lord that we have window sills

to sit upon; viewing our nature chair

The oven is filled with baked goods galore

Smells of pumpkin pie and turkey delights

We'll stuff our mouths till we're hungry no more

and thank God for the blessings of the Night

we'll be sure to thank Him for our friends who

made it to give hugs, chatter, and share platters

of artistic fruit flowers showing they knew

how to be creative and what matters

Thanksgiving is the great time of the year

To be thankful for the gifts we have here

Ode To True Supporters

Karyn Indursky 

Ode to true supporters

when value my friendship 

as well as my sisterly allure 

with poems painting minds, 

touching hearts, inspiring others,

and showing you the depth of me.

Of An Improved Tomorrow

By Karyn Indursky

I could sink into 
a bottomless 
pit of despair, but, if 
one day, I changed 
my mind, there'd be 
no turning back 
nor a shoulder for me 
nor a hand outstretched 
nor a heart courting friendship 
nor any chance 
of an improved tomorrow.

Of Growing Hollow Hearts

By Karyn Indursky

Snapping like a rubberband 
I am nothing, but a material 
lain across a floor 
to be trampled upon later 
by the uncaring souls 
filtering through curtain doors 
to the decaying grounds 
beckoning me to transform 
into fertilizer for our soiled grounds 
of growing hollow hearts.

Oh Gawd

This is a strange world

There’s so much twisted shit going on

Your magik circle is quite interesting

Amazing that you could’ve made me sing

The thing is I already knew

Before we started

that that’s what it would come to

So realize this

I’ve known all along

You told me already

The ride I’d be on

So here I am

Acting as Pawn

In the name of art

Because it is funS

welcome home old friend

dearest companion

most loyal pal ive ever had

since grade school weve lived hand in hand

here you are again

here we are arm in arm

lost in each others eyes

both filled with saline joy

we cling tight

find love in each other

by candle light

in reflections off bright metal

with each touch we feel so close

in this sweet reunion bliss

welcome home heartache

please come on in

On Oatmeal Clouds (abstract)
Karyn Indursky 

Tuck hugs in your pocket
for rainy days filled with misery
before planting my saved kisses
upon your lips smiling
at stored memories of how
they were obtained from me
instead of someone else
while your dragonfly light feet
guide you back to happiness
and now you are dancing
on oatmeal clouds.

come quick, please dont drag this on

heres a letter for my loved ones, pass it on

i will take your hand

i will grip it tight

ive been waiting for this since second grade

just make sure this ppage gets to them

this fragile set of words reaches their eyes

make sure they know ill miss them like hell

make sure they know its not their fault

this was my doing

this was my choice

i didnt know where to go

never learned how to rest

and as the clock plays master over my methods

two a.m. approached and i know its almost here

i wait, one last time

i wait, to see new life

as the sun begins another day

filling the world with life and light

it al goes dark inside my head

as i begin my final breath

lost in this maze of life

meandering down paths unknown

searching for meaning

on a quest for my happy ending

such an overwhelming mess

a tragic affair

a chaotic mystery

as i tread through deadly waters

i reach and end to this play in which i act

i recite my final lines

its not happy, but atleast its come to an end

as i drown in my own blood and tears

as me and death sing and dance

one last time

This is... one story,

Two young girls, two big dreams,

One willing to settle,

The other willing to fight,

As one slowly let go,

The other chased faster,



Two open roads,

One able to risk it all,

The other sheltered and scared,

A doer discovering who she is,

A dreamer wallowing in self-pity,



One story,

Two endings,

Maybe one only wanted big dreams,

The second wanted big things,



One story,

Of fear,

Of lonelness,



One surrounded by familiar faces,

Not knowing who really cared,

The other surrounded by unknown voices,

Faces with no names,



One story,

Two girls,

Two lives,

Two possible endings,

Only one outcome.

she fills the room too

High as can be

At the top of this mountains peak

Holding tightly each other

So as not to freeze

We gaze out over the crest

A kiss is felt upon my neck

His warmth of breath

Sends chills down my spine

The root chakra lights

The second ignites

The heart bursts open

As Third eyes connect

Astral rains distant

hues of green seen brilliant

Fireworks display colorful

A dragonfly grants entry

Trusting the mystery

They dip into hot spring

Whirlpool surrounds

And they start to spin

Hand clasped in hand

Swimming within the mist

We enter the dream

Attached at the hips

i think of every boy since then

or every boy during that then

journey my mind in lust for what they hold

that i will never hold in my hands

aside from the obvious element of your hand

i think of every curve of your lips

and every heavenly taste they behold

then i realize that they were never meant for me

then i kiss my wrist and take the taste of blood into my mouth

Society is built so that we can be dependent on a government and people that you'll probably never meet, root of all evil is the reason I felt hate because when it's not enough that's when I would have to take, they teach you how to buy-buy but never create, all the fake jews preach just to entertain and they want you wearing chains and in clubs they make it rain see them worshipping the bull no wonder they will feel pain, I used to be religious I was raised as catholic, then I turned to christian now what I believe is me, I've read many books and also the bible, I learned to forgive and never worship an idol, benedict stepped down and now francis the humble, it's sad the more people I meet the more I like being a loner.

Open My Canopy

Karyn Indursky

Seed planted with gardening hands

into a golden pot with fertilizing

aiding the growth process

with watering sprouting 

development of a stem...

to grow into a leaf

as the sun shines to

allow a tree to branch

into a green canopy.

• Opened Talent‏

  Karyn Indursky

Writing is not a sign of boredom,

but a gift to be unraveled 

like treasured conversations

or a song sung by musicians

belting out their lyrics

to be danced to

like an artist who painted

a masterpiece with talent

to be framed as people

are lucky enough to 

enjoy, view, and share.

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We all have dreams

Reach a hand to grab a moment of sheer perfection

From teh first breath to the last

We are constantly chasing that dream

Sometimes we sprint toward the vision of gold

Others, we want to fall and quit

We are all in a race against time

Through each passing moment

Often taken for granted

We are chasing our dreams

Unaware that our time is now

Not knowing that today is our time to shine

For who knows what tomorrow may bring

Do not blink

Or that moment could walk on by

Never fall and quit into a pit of regrets

That will sidetrack the search for your dreams

No matter how hard we fall

No matter how badly we break

We never stop chasing our dreams, although we don't often realize it

Grab your moment and go

Never forget that our time is now

Or none of us will ever know the true meaning behind the word glory....

I'm on a place 

Called outer space

Where no one lives and

No one forgives

No one goes there 

Cause no one knows where 

You can see all the planets 

But you can't see any bandets

You can't put your feet down

But you can turn around

grey sky days fill my life

like this poisoin fueling my black heart

i look through the breaks in clouds

i look, get lost, pray

pray for it to rain down on me

for the water to storm down

wash away the pain tonight

rinse and repeat until this slate is clean

grey sky days, shelter me

from the bright and harmful sun

and dont forget to bring the rain tonight

dont forget so i can bathe under the moon

Packs Of Wolves
Karyn Indursky
June 2012

Roaming beneath scarlet skies...
Howling at the midnight moon...
Wild creatures of the night...
Running with muses...

Fierce as fire...
Brave as soldiers...
Inspirational as royalty...
Strong as steel...

Lurking eyes of electric blue...
White paws of imaginations...
Gray furs of protection...
Packs of wolves.

I thought this love was for real

But I was yet again so wrong

I thought this love was sain

But all this love has caused is pain

I thought this love would last

But turns out this love is a pain in the a**

I thought this love was mine

But now I just want this love to die

Panther Prowl

Karyn Indursky 

In the jungle 

a panther's eyes growls

before she attacks 

in a lightning bolt speed

and gobbles down her prey

in pure satisfaction

as she licks her paws clean

with a mighty yawn when the prowling panther

transforms into a snuggle mama

for her cubs.

grass stained jeans and a black tainted heart

flowers bloom as spring brings life, i face death

in this weakened state i am paper thin

carried away in a gust of wind

rain outside, a storm within

running streams, drifting dreams

all lead to nowhere

all lead to nothing

as i am led to tears

The shrill of your voice gets louder;

Your river’s a poison,
That I gladly swim in.

Caught in a maelstrom,

Ideal torn to pieces,

Only the heart can be followed,

The mind merely breeds panic and caution.

So let the drum beat louder,

Don’t falsify your conscience to suit another,

Journeys end and begin on the same note,

A person has to lead in a dance between two people;
I’ve forgotten my position,
So take my hand,
I can be the strength for both of us,

Just not always for myself.

Just not when I’m on my own

Left to my own devices,
I spontaneously combust.

Don’t tell us what to say; we know what to do,

Voting for a criminal to slide in snake boots,

Your hissing and reprobation makes to silence debate,

No offering for a solution,

Creating problems, dressed in the art of rhetoric.

The word is that the war is left with right,

I’m ambidextrous and ambivalent,

With a mouth sewn shut, so I start a bonfire.

No lies can derail us,

A puppet’s wires spun, and spun.

Convince us of your reason; cannibals of national pride.

We work until our tendons become unravelled,

Victims of legislation, but our rights are read to us, forced to abide,

We seek shelter, but you offer a mass-produced following,

Your factory is industrial; we escape on digital enterprise,

The truth is what is mine is yours;

A criminal in a suit profits more that you, or I.

If these rappers are god well then I guess I'm the devil, illuminati up is down so the warrior is humble, in life I took so much that now I gave it all up, halley dropped me off and molly helped me stay up, mary jane keeps me sane cause I'm a mothafucking monster turn your wife to a widow and turn your kids into bastards but then something happened, no thorns on my head they were placed on my heart, wanted to save princess peach but the girl is a slut, so I went to the ark, but I read it wrong it was the dark horse call her the spark, waiting for the day I can go back to the stars, the day is fast approaching but it's not soon enough, I watch the sands of time I don't hate I love.

A speeding calypso of pinning panic,

Stone-skinned armour is reduced to dust.

The ringing alarm is your voice guiding my mind,

A passing watcher of dreams and the stars,

To see them we must set explosions across the sky,

With glimpses of perfection, seen only with the inner eye.

I cast my worries aside the bridge I was burning,

Only to be swept by the river, then gathered to rain.

I stand rooted, stunted, as each muscle is failing,

For what was once forgotten has quenched the victory flame.

I sat down by the bomb and waited,

But when the time came, nothing happened.

Personalized Sockets
Karyn Indursky
6/18/11

When battling with business problems
plug-in the radio
or seek a CD.

When dealing with medical
take a walk, stretch, ask
and remember it's not your fault.

When coping with personal
grab a pen or keyboard
to write.

When struggling with men
refer to movies, friends, pets
because you don't know if he's worth it.

When guiding through life
find God and He will
provide refuge.

Jokers of daylight

pests of the dawn

Stepping upon glass impaling as I yawn

For the expectations leave me short and I grasp for a choice

I end up with nothing and thus no cause for rejoice

I poise in readiness for an attack of sadness

The madness this pattern has come to be

 Racing through my heart scraped from the trees

Numb fluffy ticks of tricks lick my attention

I tought my indulgence in such was in remission

Seems all my reality derives from superstition

Petal My Page

Karyn Indursky

Like rose petals thy poet is gentle

with diction and tender tonalities

touching thou through soft voice sentimental

sounds soothing thee shy personality

Words fall down thee page with purple petals

softly entwining emotions with me

as feminitity is settling

thee fluttering butterflies of silk trees

Like yellow rose petals catching thy eye

poetic license will smile in motion

caressing your senses with ocean blue skies

running fingers through your poem lotion

So long as roses grow in new gardens 

thy poetry will never need pardons

Nancy was the picture perfect girl,

Living in her picture perfect world,

But behind closed doors,

She drowns in alcohol,

Tears stain her dress,

As she wobbles to the door,

But misses the doorknob,

Feeling safe at the bottom of a bottle,

Wearing her rose colored glasses,

At rock bottom she finally feels okay,

A little less lonely,

A little less scared,

She's so far down,

Nancy doesn't want to hear the words being thrown by her parents,

Love shattering into pieces,

Just like the good china that just hit the wall,

But Nancy,

Picture perfect as can be,

Hidden behind the bottle,

Blinded by the double vision,

Stumbling around,

Painting a twisted picture on her white walls,

Everyone will ask What ever happened to this picture perfect girl?

Picturesque Sisters

Karyn Indursky

Friends are whittling art

nipping at your heart

to be yourself

and let your creativity craft. 

Friends are jewelry

to be cherished 

as your ruby heart. 

Friends are pens scribbling

their personalities into

your poetry's sentimental value. 

Friends are flowers

sprouting seeds of sisterhood

with planted roots of loyalty

to grow into gardens

of beauty, enchantment, and

picturique memories.

Dazeless accounts of turmoil

Lights like candles

Glowing softly in windows

A shadow of peace

Washes at the shores

Of a small little town

Fallen out of place

Of a fabric of time

The needle missed the thread

On this page of linen

On this endless string of time

No one is stranger

Violence is legend

Sin is a myth

Imaginary

To this quaint, entrancing town

Only the magnificent live there

Streets paved of silver and gold

Uncomparable image of perfection

Our world lacks this creativity

I resided there for years upon years

Until I felt the stinging

Pinch of reality

Pink Hearts

• Piss Off‏

  Karyn Indursky

Being a friend 

isn't to be shit upon. 

Don't lie to your best friend 

and stab them in the back. 

Being a sister is lucky by chance

and held sacredly.

Being a friend is obtained 

when you act 

like one first. 

But when your 

morals, ethics, honesty, 

and value of best friends/sisterstood ceases

to mean anything to you...

Don't call me. 
Don't come around.
Don't waste my time.

Plagued Fear

Karyn Indursky

Fear is people believing

you only smile

because they're assuming

you're thinking about sex...

Fear is have people

stereotyping, labeling, judging,

and discriminating against you...

Fear is having readers

raping you or having people

tell you you're lucky

you're not killed...

Fear is people not being able

to stop being mean, insensitive,

and downright selfish...

Fear is feeling you can't

be yourself and never being

able to write poetry again...

Fear is worrying about

your friends, family, pets...

Fear is finding who you

can truly trust

to be there for you

without talking shit

behind your back and who's going to be there

no matter what... 

Fear is the struggle of keeping 

your depression/anxiety under control 

and having medications available...

Fear is people tarnishing your reputation

with rumors and telling everyone

you have "issues'", need "therapy,"

and are a "robot", not a person,

especiallly when it couldn't be further

from the truth...

Fear is people who can't stop messing

with you and finding it 

as "fun" and some kind of "big joke"...

Fear is people not being to 

refrain from verbally assaulting you...

Fear is people not truly

understanding you or accepting you... 

Fear is people bruising 

you from the inside out... 

Fear is a million things

that causing a plague

that needs to conquered.

Planted Animation

Karyn Indursky

Nature sprinkles poetry 

in a movement of growth 

as waves of diction generates 

foundations of muses building 

communication amongst cultures

in an artist's eyes configuring 

plants of animation.

i have always been the traveler

moving from town to town

meeting people along the journey

of whom i never want to leave

but in the actuality of it all

i am alone

i am without home

just hotel keys and ten digit numbers from around the world

and from room 3230

i dont want to leave this time

dont want to leave behind

this rare find

but onto room 824 i go

stopping "home" inbetween the next combination of digits

and every little bit of all the people that i meet

become a part of me

and if i could, id trade in all these plastic cards

each and every of my guitars

just to remain with you

he wakes up in the morning

touches his head

remembers its not there

remembers shes not there

remembers he let her go

was she my one good thing?

he plays with the grass and pretends not to care

Poem Loveliness

Karyn Indursky with Dove

Poems are lovely, please let me count the ways
where the ideas of fresh plants grow from seeds
leaves of opportunities fly each day
skies of imaginations sprout like weeds

Shall I count my fingers or my toes too?
Ways words express librating freedom
singing from the hearts of writers true
where meters of words beats like happy drums

Oh shall I count flowers to see thy rose?
tell me how to love poetic petals
enchantingly on paper words transpose
inked personality, fragrant petals

so long as thy day grows with white roses
thy cheeks will blush like reddened noses

Poetic American Passages

Karyn Indursky

Word conversions build

emotions painted by constructed

language with undercurrents

of vibrant font eyes touching interpretations

before the wings of our

American eagle glides 

into passages of history

marking skies of democratic

clouds for angels looming over us

with love, protection, saviors

as we soar in the light of the mystic moon

to capture the view of the Statue Of Liberty

with profound love, pride, respect  

and we thank God  

for family, friends, and cherished pets.

Poetic Eclipse

Karyn Indursky

Poetry is an eclipse
of emotions 
hanging expressions of weathered imagery
to be painted on canvas

from sequinned nights
to loom in your heart
and express your artistic eye.

Poetic Eyes

Karyn Indursky

Sweet red delicous berries dip

into mounds of dark chocolate

with creamy dark goodness,

tantalizing taste buds into glorious delight

making consumers quake into temptations

of strawberry smoothie sensations

quenching thirsts for skies of imaginations

painting eyes of poetic eyes.

Poetry Embraces

Karyn Indursky 

poetry shall wrap me up in a hug

for thou chosen words are a sweet embrace

molding the shapes of my ideas bugging

to be shared upon parchment paper chases

of how fast my brain will lead my fingers

to mold thou imagination spreading

thought juices writing images lingering

word paint showing thou emotions threading

through pools of transistions flowing like ink

across my page drawing your dreams come true

in sugar sweet flight from thou fairy pink

sprinkling the magic of poetry blue

so long as thou precious pen holds its ink

thou poetry shall always make you think

Poetry Exchange

Karyn Indursky

Take me on a journey

with the rhythms of your voice

sharing your poetic essence

upon my eyes to alter my perception

and lose myself in the adventure

of poetic muse nudging me

to take my hand to craft my words of art.

The pain cuts like a knife

POETRY why do you have to hurt me so?

Must I feel pain for inspiration

Is this what you need from me Poetry?

The muses confuse me I have too many

Poetry Poetry please set me free

My heart wants you 

And only you 

But you do not exist as human

You encompass all of humanity

And I cannot possibly have all of thee

Poetry you stab a dagger through my heart

But I can't help but love you as I fall apart

• POETRY PORTRAIT‏

  Karyn Indursky

Muddling muses. 

Innovating ideas. 

Eclipsing expressions. 

Tangling thoughts. 

Blending beauty. 

Coloring chronology. 

Presenting personalities.

Contrasting creativity. 

Exploring essences. 

Uniting understanding. 

Accenting authors. 

Ravishing readers. 

Poetry portrait.

Poetry Tribute To God