Tromp and splash, tired day Drums of war beat and stay How can those skins sound Without blood How long will we wait How long will the children quake I don't know Pour me a fresh margarita I'm only a watcher And glad for it.
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Would it be possible To draw a deep breath (As underwater, filling lungs with brine) And inhale the whole wind of war Then breathe it into a bag, and seal it up A foul vapor for posterity on display In some museum Or some annex Like smallpox, like yesterday?
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A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥
In my beatific vision I first take all the dark things That lie in wait That rape and maim and beat children That cry alone That wear boots Bludgeoners Biggots Beasts I take every monster from underneath the bed And hug them to my chest, and make them warm nothing, Then put them beneath my tongue in communion
In the second part of my beatific vision, A stinging wind dissolves my body And all the good people of the world Feel love, and know love
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7. "Oh My! -- Oh My! -- Oh My Goodness!" In response to Reply # 2
I didn't mean to stay -- I only planned to peep -- But once I saw your ish -- I really COULDN'T *sleep* -- I have somewhere to go right now -- But I'll return, no doubt -- I've got to get back 2 this thread and thoroughly check it out! -- ;^)
I'm LOVIN' this one right here because of these words:
>I take every monster from underneath the bed >And hug them to my chest, and make them warm nothing, >Then put them beneath my tongue in communion >In the second part of my beatific vision, >A stinging wind dissolves my body >And all the good people of the world >Feel love, and know love
Warm nothing? -- From monsterous & morbid something? -- Yessssss, taste the macabre & ugliness of this world -- Let it melt/dissolve under your tongue and filter through your frame to immunize you. YOU HAVE NOW BEEN INNOCULATED! --smile--
And as the wind dissolves your body -- May it blow in my direction -- That I may inhale wisdom & love -- For future immunication protection! -- *InHaLe -- Breathe -- InHaLe -- Breathe*
. . . . .
Gotta go! -- But I'll be back! -- *wink*
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥
They say witches of old Boiled cats and sat with the bones before a mirror Holding each bone between their teeth Until they found the right one Which rendered them invisible
Having seen the bones of a cat, I believe the atlas bones would do- That big flat vertebra at the base of the skull
When the world is done boiling me Perhaps it will hold my atlas bone in it teeth And simply disappear
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>When the world is done boiling me >Perhaps it will hold my atlas bone in it teeth >And simply disappear
By that time, *WE* should be on another galaxy, huh? --smiles--
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥
Long have we known The body is dust and water compounded Extrapolated, molded, modeled Disguised from the inanimate to the corporeal Fooled into life, the briefest simulacrum A blink of dirt, rising and falling
Only now do I suspect The spirit is dust also.
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I tire of war talk Either kill, or let me breathe But that is the thing of it; If we aren't killing, and aren't breathing Someone in a very expensive suit is writing the play Scene by scene If we aren't feeling, and we aren't thinking Someone in a very expensive car is driving to our destiny And we don't know where that is Or even that we are going along for the ride.
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I too tire of "war talk" We spit this *PEACE* shit -- But don't walk the walk And as someone else controls the world's buttons & levers We listen -- So intently -- To these vile deceivers (((With ulterior motives))) Sendin' us out to fetch -- like "Golden Retrievers"
The cost for those expensive suits & cars is our humanity And it hurts to know -- There's not much we can do But feed into their venomous vanity! --sigh--
. . . .
At least -- Let's ride in the limo! -- ;^)
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥
I used to write with my vorpal sword And warp the words,twist my cords Bend from major to minor to strange The meaning range of space and time Surreal ranger of the verbal mines
And I give up now Sheath a vorpal blade Sing like a folksinger Beatnik drop your jazzy flash I'm not a poet now; I'll just talk to myself Feel free to listen.
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I wonder if there are universal words 4 how baddass you are
"Her knees were bruised from holding the world. My knees were bruised from tasting her Eden. My alter - ego is heathen." I Am My Own Svengali (hyena)
"The sound of muffled screams runs in the seam of your thighs. Crying for molestation with desperation in your mouth. Stab me with stiletto's. Soft hello's high on humility. You make my teeth turn to loose shingles, when you cover me in your fertility." - F R A G R A N C E (hyena)
"nature ain't gangsta" - chuck
"And I imagine...with great pleasure...all the horrible stirrings of the nonmanifested to bring forth the scream which creates the universe. Maybe one day I'll see you trembling, and you'll go into convulsions and grow larger and smaller until your mouth
Before the first bomb falls, I will crawl into the womb of the steel butterfly And nuzzle its cool eggs Whisper tongues to its explosive brains Then when she opens wide To the midnight sky of an Arabian night I will hold tight to the dull green skin Like a lost child come home in the rain Will fall a hundred feet for each year of Methuselah I will remind the death egg of its human mother And maybe, maybe it will turn off its brain At least I will love it, fleshy father to a metal cub And we will detonate together
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33. "Fuck an "Artist Of The Month"" In response to Reply # 18
You're doing the damn thang right here -- Right Now -- RIGHT ON!!!
( ( ( ARTIST OF THE YEAR ) ) )
And your brain spills are *TOXIC* -- But I'd bathe in them any day!!! --sigh--
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥
If By some miracle The brief candle of this life Burns through the night Weathers the winds Of war
If By some twist of fate This inconstant jewel, this sapphire, this earth Should pass through the blast furnace of Fission dawn and chemical dusk
If Through simple luck The inspiration of my biology Should escape the machinations Of biologies primitive and lethal The multiplicative forces of cellular hunger
If I should drink the wind one day With no taint of death in it And hear no herald of defeat Or victory Or blood Or tears If there comes no runner from Marathon But only silence
Then I pray To plant my seed in the belly of mercy That some small human fruit May teach emptiness What it is to be innocent
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I fail like the grain of sand That without eyes is washed to sea And settles there on the ocean bed And sinks into the muck, is lithified Made one with its mates, its neighbors, its lovers and enemies Then melts in the mantle and begins anew in inanimate futility. I fail in the state The state is predicated on my failure Grain of sand citizen
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This morning I woke on the floor Threw off the blanket, stood Rubbed my stubbly face Looked out at a bluer sky A whipped sea Packed cold Chinese takeout Boarded the ferry Gassed my car And had one long cup of coffee
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There are no tragedies anymore And you know this in your heart There are news events and telecasts Oh, we still have calamities Catastrophes And certainly Wars But tragedy, no, no tragedies Tragedy Is an experience of people Individual self-destruction
None of us has the privilege of self-destruction anymore; Great hands have taken that from us And now our dooms are in the rubber room Of congress, progress, the dollar, the bomber Tragedy is a twist of fate But our fates run straight Guided by the state.
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If today No one woke when the sun tickled them The bodies all stayed warm, dormant With dreams dripping through To singe and pleasure To scar and treasure If today no one arose But remained as fleshy mountains prone Or sitting where they slept, enthroned as living stone There might still be hope
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Felt this today -- (For some reason) -- Moreso than yesterday!
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥
25. "When" In response to Reply # 0 Sat Mar-15-03 03:43 AM
When or if this poem ends I cannot tell It says little, but it asks less And should great feet deign to spare it The grinding crush that blesses most flowers Then it might go on forever in silence
This poem asks only to spin itself out in the corner Sip its tea, cry as the widow, laugh as the virgin To make lecherous love, to emit a fecund blast But to no one, to itself
She takes so little Her wants are simple She is a citizen, too
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Like cancer, like feathers War is coming Soft and silent in the night, Breeding in the body Political breezes Political animals Like feathers, like cancer Quills are scratching and espionage is hatching Sleight of hand and shell games It was ever thus In Athens, in Rome Paris London Washington At the Summer Palace Even amid blossoms Heads rolled in the scuppers And so I harbor No more surprise than One who drowns in feathers
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And so appropriate -- Under The Circumstances! --*sigh*--
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥
29. "Immolation" In response to Reply # 0 Sat Mar-15-03 10:35 AM
The world is busy It wakes in the day, sharpens its sword Drinks a cup of sake Walks to the nearest public park And commits beautiful sepuku with its soulmate Each night its bloody head regrows a body And each morning the blade sings on the stone
Ironic, that men should practice self-immolation To dissuade the world from ritual suicide
Perhaps it would be possible to immolate the world And thus forgo it ourselves
Or better still To breathe in the great fires of the world Quench them with our cool blood And start anew
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it is I am you are he lives within us in the name of love live
I allowed John to be free, accepting him for who he was not how the world viewed him - Yoko Ono
You're alive. Do something. The directive in life, the moral imperative was so uncomplicated. It could be expressed in single words, not complete sentences. It sounded like this: Look. Listen. Choose. Act. Barbara Hall
This flesh If not because of this flesh we could fly in the air swim through the river walk under the sea and soon we would be home soon we would be home.
Pray Pray to all the gods you can name Pan Astoreth Baal Yahweh Abraxus Woden Zeus Call all the idols and sidurs and sutras Dharmas and vedas The Confucian classics Take to heart your apocryphal notions Then crawl into the earth and sleep a long time A thousand lives of men The great bear-sleep of man's winter
When you rise There will be room for these things
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Prey Prey is all that man can name Eros Agape Germanitas Fraternitas Jus Misericordia Clementia Corporeus Spiritus Animus Veritas Prey to all that slinks and creeps or burns and eats The devourers and the predators Cannibals Carnophages The eaters are the eaten
If you run now You will live long enough Only to furnish the victors Dessert
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Each day My features soften They grow indistinct I can feel the plates of my head soften My limbs shrink My eyes grow My halves, woman and man Have stopped talking He's moving out Swimming back out of the warm, welcoming female darkness Leaving this component Ovoid in perfection To contemplate the streaming blood and nutriment Orbitting to the pert swing of girlish hips Nestling with so many other stars Sleeping Waiting The lunar principle Tides Blood Darkness The good, fecund earth The body, its symphony expressed On skin sheet music The staff of hair The bass clef smiling, hidden Soft, pulsing In deconstruction, rebirth
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47. "RE: these pieces...." In response to Reply # 46
I agree, I enjoy this ride of your mind. please continue...
If it ain't real it won't flow-justus
If hell's your domain I pray you won't stay there, extending my hand in the name of love, escape to freedom - Heaven's Girl
As my portal so filled with your hydrating words allowing me to breathe, expands this heart wide open hearing I love you as its sweetest melody. on You
SUP buddy. nice poem , i haven't posted anything up on here yet. but i think i may start soon, i just wanna get a better feel for how everything goes down on here. i liked this poem man. The drums without blood thing. good.
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