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Posted: 8/13/2009 12:08:32 AM | heh...artemsia
artemsia vulgaris
on a broomstick
artemesia my mugwort charm
and perhaps
lucidity of lavender
hops alongside?
dreamtime covets
bewitch the brew
and if it pleases
blue d i c k too...
ha...naught caught before
broomstick and blue d i c k
no headwinds
no landing
flying over the green
artemsia vulgaris
star moon garden
theme....
Blue****(Dichelostemma pulchellum)
Artemisia absinthium? Hmmmm....Wormwood rides again.
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Posted: 8/13/2009 1:16:25 AM | this I want blue
when sage blooms late in septiembre
it goes all wahcky and I can live in amongst it'
my worm would I just want to hold your hair
like i do
it is thin and blond
I just want to hold you | |
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Posted: 8/13/2009 3:54:31 AM | old souls only
i guess ive been here before
number 256 is the number on the door.
the second floor. | |
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Posted: 8/13/2009 10:23:40 AM | do i walk up, do i ride?
heading to the door with so much to hide.
will she be there is it the same.
dont think about home and the shame.
the second floor. | |
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Posted: 8/13/2009 11:53:23 PM | this reminds me of you
he said...proud that the
fetish, noble of choice
pi yao was an honorable
gift...i saw and within
screamed the loudest
cry...hard and cold
it was, and fierce...ugly
in its beauty and did he
not see in my face and soft
the lines of love....
of stars and stories i sing
and tell of gifts divine
and in my hands earth turns
and lifts skyward, starward
the fruits of earth, colorful
faces....my hands stained
with berry juices and spots
of grease from a broken
tie rod end...his rod should
end in the teeth of of the beast
tickled with the pointed tongue
of greed...heed...
flowers are usually safe | |
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Posted: 8/14/2009 1:31:35 PM | another rainy day.
I watched man from my window pedaling miracles in tiny bags
on a soulless corner spitting
condoms and a drunken paradoxical belief carved
in secret handshakes and
a strangled hypocrisy of a final retribution where
god was the difference and dreams were
blinded by the intricate molecular composition
of nothing at all.
Absorbed by this non-existent past tense
deliverance
I placed candles on the bones of Christ as
whores knelt in streets of a whisper's passive
black breath ground between
bloody teeth wrenching deep golden moments of
a tortured yet oddly
blissful fulfillment, face down.
Empty rooms always expand
exposing every withered lie, while I roll chasing
the broken bottles of a winter's discontent
eyes closed, breaking succulent blood red chardonnay
over her lips and between
her perfectly spread thighs, beneath
the slow drip
we reflected upon my name.
I wandered back streets and alleys, rooftops and
horizons deflecting stares leaping
cosmic fragments while veins
overflowed with, a momentary liquid relief, paralyzed by
this essential lust, each minute finding my fear of
eternity's hollow voice echoing
telling me now is forever and the only one true distance
is between myself and
the totality of truth.
r. | |
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Posted: 8/15/2009 9:26:56 PM | truth...rains
basked in contentment's heat she did
each red berry stained a finger or shirt,
lips....or bottom ...of foot....they do fall you know
where they fall no tongue dare tell
the story, each tells a story of cycles they do
gathered to her pockets the human fears
of hunger the pangs of famine the mind that spins
that next year we are sure to tame the crop
still..it never stops.
there are no books between the rows just stacks
of iridescent bugs on fruit, here this one is yours
i give nature her due and there are not words
just the touch and the wind and the sun and oh, god-
please make it not...rain.
i put my clothes on the bed red clothes, red stained
and stiff with el sols heat, skin red, chastised by apollo's
slap sting slap sting and stung with salted air and
lacrimal fluid. ack. gone...you are gone.
it is raining hard. | |
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Posted: 8/15/2009 11:21:46 PM | (Okay darlings) we are spread thin and apart,
and now when the wind and some of the leaves,
produce,
chinese elm,
manitoba maple,
one of them,
I will have to show you,
has nothing to do with this | |
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Posted: 8/18/2009 3:19:15 AM | It has been expressed:
the downpour of memories collide
with a superficial resistance of no signifigance | |
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Posted: 8/18/2009 11:03:15 AM | she is an old soul
breathless
timeless
etched
forever
into mind
and soul
a waking
angel in me
a sleeping
conceptus
without a
home....
perhaps...
she breathes
through windows
not yet open. | |
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Posted: 8/18/2009 1:43:06 PM | Ladybug
First dandelion of the year
Spring’s promise it is drawing near
The flames are hot upon my brow
Consuming thorns and brush but now
A cold wind blows in from off the lake
And chills me through before it breaks
I zip my coat and pull it snug.
I smile, and think of the
Ladybug | |
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Posted: 8/20/2009 6:37:10 PM | hard
empty nights and
cigarette stains, this
ash falls
down
god watches
like he did during
the holocaust, only difference is
he liked their screams
I'll find bottom to
streets where the bodies lie
where blood summons
a screaming blade across
trusting faces
intoxicating, this
deviant expression of
spent lust by the alleyway thrust
red lights
burn me to f*cking life
a river flows
I know secrets
a child wails
mommy screams baby
dark shades and a leather flex
who's guilty?
mutherf*cker
still
I lay with bones
curling
in vicious, loose intent
visage from the fire
open boxes and
souls wandering
I
cry when the pictures
tell me what I might
have been
years linger on the cracked sidewalks while
hands shatter
believe in me just becomes
a whisper.
~R~ | |
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Posted: 8/21/2009 8:37:12 AM |
seeking supernatural
Take me
deeper than before
my knots caught up in angst
my hair caught up in knots
easy talk creates
just that.
I want it truer
bluer
redder
black.
Tell me
all your burning truths
those charcoal scars
fevered, roughly strewn
spill your ragged, jagged
hidden pieces.
I need the strongest
truest
hardest
sweetest.
Pound my womb
with thoughtful tact, my onslaught
hell, it craves just that
remove
my enslaved reason
which is mere pawn
in this bitter season.
And until
my timbered voice is edified
and until
my defilement
cleansed and purified
shower me in divine immersion
baptize my soul’s sensate solution.
Please shake me
break me
blow me there.
Rip this remnant off me
so threadbare, show me
that the heart you hold
is perfect
in this
imperfect
wold.
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Posted: 8/21/2009 12:31:39 PM | Tropical, I really loved every bit of this...and...in its perfection...I loved the final typo, too...
is perfect
in this
imperfect
wold.
perfect... | |
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Posted: 8/21/2009 12:46:15 PM | lol...I can see why you thought that...
its not a typo hon...
its actually archaic english and used to describe a treeless, barren, uphill land
glad you liked it...have a great weekend. | |
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Posted: 8/21/2009 4:00:47 PM |
lol...I can see why you thought that...
its not a typo hon...
its actually archaic english and used to describe a treeless, barren, uphill land
glad you liked it...have a great weekend.
good one!!! totally missed that...i have enough trouble with today's english!!! | |
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Posted: 8/22/2009 12:49:56 PM |
And until
my timbered voice is edified
and until
my defilement
cleansed and purified
shower me in divine immersion
baptize my soul’s sensate solution.
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Posted: 8/23/2009 6:27:10 PM | To test the waters, and fight the current
I dive into the shallow white frothing
Rapids, that rushes, beats about my ears
Into my nose fresh fish habitat runs
My nasal passage burns as it escapes
Into my throat I clear it from my lungs
My strokes hold my head above the surface
Feet kick furiously frantically,
Rivulets shine in gold sheets from my form
Pushing me through the sun dry media
Like a fetus caught in the birth canal
Burst through veracity’s icy fluid
An alert physique tingles keenly
Trepidation’s fingers crawl down my spine
Wrestling, in slippery wetness fighting
The urge to curl: my struggle delicious
Indecision, choice or predestined
It strains me
Water rolls off of you, coursing over
Slick skin; Spit it from your Mouth, fountain us
Never do you choke on one single drop
Profuse profundity
To tire, slip beneath to the bottom
To know I go to the lively stream’s flow
Deeper than planned these currents together
They run, intertwine with my heavy soul
And drag my core down, in full submergence
emersion
Gasp for breath, flop on shore as the dove soars.
Saints hooked on the belief that there Is
sub stance in soggy, wordy, dervishes
Their rusty blade, wrenches through our under
belly, gutted, entrails, lying on the filthy floor
jagged pathways dully torn through thin scales
pink sushi tainted and unedible
They leave the insides and eat the eyes
Candy to a child that suckles at the breast
We are christened in a Creek
And Baptized by Obscurity
The circumcision of our flesh
Cleans their knife | |
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Posted: 8/24/2009 10:34:23 PM | Old Sols are hot suns
one of them has had no rain
it does not get hot here
the Nissan terranos never rust
if most of us lived here permanently
travel to the moon would not be possible
nor encouraged
this one is enclosed in crystalline matrix
and visually appears as a distinct water colour muted and air brushed | |
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Posted: 8/24/2009 10:42:08 PM | I see her there drifting gently with the breeze
passing by as life slowly gathers strength for tommorow
it's drifting into nightime wash
inken tides rising upon my horizon
my brush now takes her away
into the dreams of another sunrise
lost to all my mind
as single salten pillar do I stand
epitaph to the follies of the mankind
remmembering those unheaded words
perhaps the vissage of the mind polluted
wanderer from the distant shore
loathsome follower of time
not knowing today nor the sunsets quest
only within the spirited vine does time pass freely
there twixt knowledge and insanity does her vission pass
a soul lost to the painters mind
shadow | |
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Posted: 8/25/2009 4:45:42 PM | dysphoria
pack the suitcase baby we're going to hell
in a hard fisted intent to achieve the nothing
I might wear your star while I cum ruthless
but it's your voice that I fall by endless.
bend those legs back and teach me the cusp
I'll be the oneness forcing a dead center plunge
blood and bullets we can rise the dark storm
straight whiskey or free love, I'm torn.
tonight god's baring scars, blatant and without
trepidation, we, as he, masterbate freely over
magazine's where the rhynchocephilian's dwell
while ignify, not a single damn thing.
yet we are here, given freely to take a f uck
efflation on the sandaled floor of heaven
she said I create yet always I have been the murder
impudicity over the silver screen of hope.
I'll f uck the steeple with a crucifix blindly
while mothers watch appalled, constricting
beliefs and other long c ocked hopes wondering
what it really feels like to be born.
..R | |
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Posted: 8/25/2009 11:05:41 PM | Insert Slate
Green Serpentine
Slats used to filter incoming light
Ribbon’s (Un)definitions
Sledge Parsley
The shore extended outward
Marvelous large river rock
Elliptoids
Jade like, smooth, toothed,
Many wood fragments,
packed so deep to defy art in
mastery
A shell (Ashel) shall enclose pool, heap up
Stones, sand, a small girl in bright clothing
Flutters away | |
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Posted: 8/26/2009 12:00:21 AM | He was worried about being called. He was worried that they would call him and not call him sweetie, but something gross like Banyon Chow, an allusion to a tree that led the Bhudda to enlightenment.
You see he was only a mere cataloguer, a describer of 'enlichenment', a lichenologist, one of only 20 in the world.
Someone had mistaken him for an important historical figure of the last 2 millenia, one who has authorial presence in many ways, and one who is an influence for putative good in the world.
However lichens need to be discovered, described and stewarded in many ways...since the world is now upside down and in the reverse position, as much as Christopher Hill has noted recently. | |
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Posted: 8/26/2009 1:05:30 AM | I'm still recently new to the site, this thread just stood out to me, and so I though I might share some of my personal poetry.
"In the eyes and arms of a Goddess"
He gazes into the eyes of a goddess.
All that he feels is pure bliss.
He reaches forth with care.
He wants just to hold her there.
He has but one desire.
Inside he burns with fire.
She captivates his spirit.
This feeling, he cannot fear it.
He yearns for her lips.
Though silently, he slips.
He falls for her there.
And she cradles him with care. | |
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