06-15-2004, 12:16 AM | #161 |
Pope, Tsar, Righteous Ass
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The sprites dance in the light
the snow falls gently another celebration night commences in the thatch the game is roasting on the spit with fairies boasting of their catch it ran like mad quite entertaining to the glad and eager sprites no creature living fled so long its wind started giving it fell to these mites who now feast on tender meat sparing not a part. Eating skin, ears, and feet, genitals, thumbs, and eyes it spurs them on they toss and roll the human's gone left to the flies Considerably more morbid than I thought it was going to be. Reminds me of an older poem; Burning burnished burgundy esoteric air gleaming glist’ning glowing spring murky, calm, and fair running through the snowy wood staining what it could consecrating fallen joy looks nought but a boy. The blemished fiend has made his mark the snow keeps falling white and stark Which I thought was about a kid in a red coat peeing in the snow, but now see it as possibly the corpse of a mutilated young person lying in the woods bleeding. Who knows?
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06-15-2004, 04:19 PM | #162 |
Toastdoken!
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Alone I sit
Not physically alone Surrounded by many disconnected and different A baby A death A party A fortune A failure A friend Talk drowns me In waters alien Filling my person From foot to ear But far from the brain With the cancer of conversation What they say I should care Should remember but no... It doesn't near the depths of mind but quickly acends to the shallows They offer a thread of speech To one bearing scissors Different and disconnected Involved with few There but not Alone stands the nihilist --------------------------------------- anyways another poem i was working on but lost a long time ago was the epic saga of bill and ted...i only remember one stanza well. Down drops the phonebooth towards Ted and I Moving faster than our fall to hell but from the sky We had no idea why it came our way "Strange things are afoot at the Circle K."
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06-17-2004, 10:13 AM | #163 |
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What I've felt
What I've known Never shined to what I've shown Never be Never see Won't see what might have been What I've felt What I've known Never shined to what I've known Never free Never me So I dub thee unforgiven This is not mine. It's a song by Metallica called The Unforgiven. God I wish it were mine. I could have come up with it, but now that it has allready been done... I'l post my own someday when I get my internet to work. I'm not at my own computer right now.
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06-18-2004, 07:53 PM | #164 |
the one often played
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Some expiermental poetry;
Born i am a cityscape yearning for clearer skies i am an open field wanting company
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06-19-2004, 01:20 AM | #165 |
Cyberpunk Detective
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Better than Sex
As the sun rises. It rises. Streaking of light both warm and cold. Lying on my pillow as I am, I groan. Pull my blanket over my head, and groan some more. Unsteadily my hand, it grasps air again and again and again, until it finds my clock. Blood is no where close to my eyes and the stupid red LCDs are hard to read. But it's morning. Early morning. And I don't work today. And that, to sum it all up, is the single the absolute single greatest feeling ever.And, in my knowledge of that, I bury my head deeper into my pillows and go right back ... ... ...
to sleep . . .
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06-19-2004, 01:51 AM | #166 |
Deus Lupus
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Silence: In the spirit of John Cage
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06-19-2004, 10:47 AM | #167 |
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I have had some time to write and so far I have come up with these. They are both 5minute, I assure you.
Number one (I never come up with names...I'm not good about coming up with names): When you look at me It makes me melt (this one's a bit...clisee...) I become what I want to be It shines to what I've felt You make me complete You make me hole(sp?) No one can compete I'm just your own Number two: Surrounded by many I still feel alone There's just not any Place like home This is a short one. I'm thinking that I could continue it somehow... Number three (Wrote it now): People talk about faith I only see hate Why is it so hard To believe in god Or do people mean You should have a hart pure and clean To believe in love Believe that there is the one People say thats how you'l be hole Have faith and not be alone I find that hard... I'l just draw a card And hope for the best And my luck not to be at rest
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06-19-2004, 10:53 AM | #168 |
Must stab you...
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Every day just seems the same,
People treating life like a game, Going through everyday motions, Now and then a small comotion, Life is long, some people say, Others say its short, Live it your way, Everyone has problems, Some don't know what to do, But there is always someone there, To help out me and you, Sometimes you'll have a bad day, Nothing will seem to go your way, And when all things are said and done, Did you really have no fun? Your day, couldn't possibly be all bad, Remember the positives, Forget the sad, Remember your laughs, And not your tears, Being positive, Will help you through your years.
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06-19-2004, 07:19 PM | #169 |
Sent to the cornfield
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Chance
the ripples will end soon
silently and forever better to assume the same again, never take flight on wings made not for flying see so many things before you end up dying vaunted and austere the sedentary notion its all that it appears except when put in motion glimpsed a sight defined a moment far too late willingly defied the need to contemplate wonders still compile yet no one ever wonders recorded and refiled repetitive the blunders causes and effects they all seem so simple face without defects inside the heart is cripple |
06-20-2004, 04:38 AM | #170 |
Check mate.
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You're blinded by lust
Run, stick or bust Fail to see her true side Within your 'love', hide Believe what you will She'll play the game still Until you fall prey Now, come what may She'll wrap you tight With her venomous might What can't you see? In the bitch that is she? You're captured by charm That does nothing but harm And you think it's okay To allow yourself to stray But just open your eyes To your bitter demise And see that her game Has one true aim To make you fall through And to make a fool of you...
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