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Posted: 10/29/2009 9:02:12 PM | touch waterfalls of mountains
clay and slurry breech closed fingers
rivulets on skin what dry and cake
as my hand brushes hair from my eyes
terracotta bleeds my gray to red again
turning past all forces count
the prisoners escaping from each
molecule of form and function
still to yield to my belly of fyre
breathing life, plying death into vessels
come over me, cover the hills that rise
from nothing but passion and
wild imagination of dirt and water
thrown to seasons' leathery ends
what physics naught reveals
~L~ | |
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Posted: 11/4/2009 1:12:48 PM | did someone say physics....
an unorganized
system of sheer ignorance
tho I like tight shirts.....
a reconstruction....
crush it.
I'm not sure what it was about the way
you walked into the lunchroom that
afternoon, but, I just wanted to
tie you to a bed and
fuck you senseless
I've always said if
you can't say whats on your mind then
do us all a favor and
shut the fuck up so
I just ate my peach quietly
as I sat there torrid by red thought I
wondered if you'd swallow and
if the good earth will ever evolve into
something it was always meant
to be.
I lit a cigarette, deep thrust, and blew
the smoke the way I pictured
god would.
tonight I'm going to
smash my goddamn face through
traffic, conceiving brilliance while
drowning lucid dreams in alcohol, penning
life and death and the totality of the in-between that
needs no purpose.
tomorrow i'll bend to the soil of prayer
confront you at the door and just
bend you the fuck over
baby.
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Posted: 11/4/2009 2:22:24 PM | That is really beautiful... Do you know the Serenity Prayer??
Its wonderful x  | |
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Posted: 11/4/2009 6:15:40 PM | In the parking lot my brother
Adjusted his seatbelt for breathing
And watched the dead leaves
Make wind visible.
He wore my father's tie
And shuffled his feet
To escape the weight of the wake.
Seated next to my mother,
Grief wore my brother like a wet suit.
We stood in Portsmouth remembering springtime,
Wearing raindrops like camouflage | |
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Posted: 11/4/2009 7:55:22 PM | Ah, R...the physics of....
KY, Wet, Probe, Spit,
Astroglide, Veg'table Slime;
Which dip do you slide?
hard to predict
to visualize
molecular mechanisms
of friction
or lack of it...
compressed between
two surfaces
the depth of observation
or lack of it
not so orderly
thank god
oh the phsyics of it!
that friction
we call slip-stick
motion...
pure poesy-
tight form.
seeing eye to eye has its moments....
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Posted: 11/4/2009 10:11:11 PM | For Aristotle, I believe, he postulated three types of contact. All bodies
that are movers and are moved themselves do so reciprocally. Two or more
bodies have 'agency' status in moving; only a body which is unmoved by
another body lacks agency, presumably something that cannot have contact in
kind, such as color and sound. Out of context the 'one another' relational
senses of contact are: 'by one another', 'into one another', and 'in
relation to one another'. The first indicates some reciprocal determination
of two bodies in contact with one another. | |
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Posted: 11/4/2009 10:15:59 PM | For Aristotle, I believe, he postulated three types of contact. All bodies
that are movers and are moved themselves do so reciprocally. Two or more
bodies have 'agency' status in moving; only a body which is unmoved by
another body lacks agency, presumably something that cannot have contact in
kind, such as color and sound. Out of context the 'one another' relational
senses of contact are: 'by one another', 'into one another', and 'in
relation to one another'. The first indicates some reciprocal determination
of two bodies in contact with one another. | |
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Posted: 11/4/2009 10:18:25 PM | The word rapture comes from raptus which is also the word for raptor. The latin past participal of rapio, 'seize', means raptor. The latin word for a raptor is robber, derivative of raptus. The english word rapture is also derived from raptio, meaning, 'snatch'.
The definition of raptus as an english word is:
A sudden and violent outbreak of disease; specifically, a sudden outbreak of melancholic insanity. [Funk and Wagnells, New Standard Dictionary of the English Language, 1943.]
This melancholic insanity is the foolishness, the true state of the philosopher as is stated by Nietsczhe, more or less, and even Socrates. This melancholy is being addicted to a single subject of thought that is repetition itself. We melan-cholic babies are left in a vacuum left over by excess. It is the situation of the re-ceeding wave after it strikes the shore, and then sweeps all back into the abyss of liquid profundity, into a watery byss, or resting place. We play with prepositions...of...against....for....from. | |
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Posted: 11/4/2009 10:20:26 PM | The melancholic person suffers impediments to depress and dishearten him, and a corresponding effect is produced on the physical frame. Elam, Physicians Problems, p. 245.
For this reason the Superstitious are often melancholy, and the melancholy almost always superstitious. Johnson, Rasselas, p.151.
The nightingale's song is not in itself melancholy...but coming as it does in the night time...It becomes melancholy in the finer sense of the word, by the combined overshading of the hour and of thought. Leigh Hunt, Imagination and Fancy, Milton, p. 234. | |
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Posted: 11/4/2009 10:22:18 PM | Evora Cesara. Boy is she sweet lipped and honey tonqued. I try to let bygones be bygones...I know how hard it is but it is worth a try. You have to actually 'lose your mind' to have a mind. My friend told me that I was very unhappy and that I would lose my mind because of the company 'Waterthrasher [aka Weyerhaueser Ltd] clearcutting dozens of unlogged forests in my backyard. She said to me "I don't like confrontation" to which I replied, "well better to confront them now than after." To which she replied " I am sure that mankind is going to somehow be done in by nature, or himself, and man is a part of nature. It will happen, and if it takes an ice age to do it, it will stop him in the end."
To which I thought, "If worrying does not add one single day to my life, then what is the point of worrying." [paraphrase of Jesus' little known statements]. I am still going to speak my mind, and possibly get them busted for their actions malice and cruelty to innocent life forms. | |
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Posted: 11/9/2009 8:24:48 AM | spare me the pseudo wisdom crap...
forever.
(for a friend)
I only penetrated her outer folds at first, this long
anticipated plunge into a cathartic realm found
me kneeling by the throat tightening clench of
her muted form, begging a deeper intrusion.
Our eyes drank from tepid waters spilling echo's over
fevered moons exposing a fragmented sanity pleading
for heated lips to swallow searching tongues in
a dance to quell the mortal yearnings of a soul.
By the candle's wane we became as shadows perched;
tied to the fingers of lust starved gods reenacting scenes
of apocalyptic greed slamming fire thrown swords into
the begging womb of all creation.
Her cries became as the phoenix upon a dark rimmed sky
that clenched the air and stole but staggered breath, I
drove deep to feel her voice in longing sighs that
brought my hands to bare upon her cheek.
She brought me to her mouth with quenching whispers
that shattered all of lifeless remnants to an ashen ruin
she clenched my whole as measured stokes collapsed
and drew my heart, but with the utterance of a word.
R. | |
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Posted: 11/9/2009 4:06:16 PM | cool write mannerism..
<div class='quote'>seeing eye to eye has its moments....
you standing on a chair again?
don't get me wrong I love
physics, even science, it was
my favorite subject even tho
I was never that good at it...
sociology, psychology and
boobs
seemed much more important than
well, most everything
'cept tight skirts and smoking
what can I say?, at least
I was normal....
...right?
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Posted: 11/9/2009 4:24:49 PM | Dang! There's some hot stuff going on
on this thread. *Phew!* I wish I had
the language skills to respond in kind to
that post #6486; but I'll just have to
be a receiver, this time.
R~ thanks for all your great wordage.
You sure know how to talk. ;) | |
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Posted: 11/9/2009 11:10:07 PM | Old Souls......only.
Do I have to be scorned to be old?
Or can you be a new age from old....
What experence- qualifies as an 'old soul'?
I could live long and know nothing
I can live now and discern everything.
Am I too new for fresh thinking-
despite each second I age from each word usage.
My whims are old
but they write themselve a new age.
Black Raven | |
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Posted: 11/10/2009 3:00:03 PM | Trulio~
For you, baby? Sure thing. Come and get it!  | |
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Posted: 11/10/2009 9:13:08 PM | ....in that moment she knew....
she'd been here forever...... | |
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Posted: 11/11/2009 12:15:36 AM | what a lucky thing to be on line
but timely
one of them said to me: | |
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Posted: 11/11/2009 12:27:36 AM | also
también also
también as well
también beside
también likewise
tambien too
también tootsie meisch piquito | |
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Posted: 11/11/2009 1:06:11 PM |
boobs
seemed much more important than
well, most everything
'cept tight skirts and smoking
what can I say?, at least
I was normal....
...right?
maslowe's hierarchy
air water food sex haiku?
he missed some pieces....
so ya, right... | |
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Posted: 11/12/2009 12:59:31 PM | maslow's hierarchy
was a tobaggen
for academics,
and counselors,
and counselees.
the tobaggen ain't the snow.
when i was 4
my mother
walked from the kitchen
and saw me on my belly
on the dining room floor
on the snow.
i left the monastery
because i wouldn't take the vows
of chastity and obedience
(poverty was o.k., still is).
in the monastery dorm,
at night, in the dark,
i played in the snow.
rita was my first first love.
her dad caught us on her bed
after we'd bounced the matress
through the frame onto the floor.
it was snowing outside.
her dad was happy.
he wanted his daughter to marry
the ex-monk before winter
and danced her way into spring.
love is physical, like the 4 feet of snow
at the mount baker ski area this morning.
the tastes and fragrances of winter storms,
the feel of the rhythms, the sounds
of skis in moguls, of beds collapsing,
the sounds of our heavy breathing
as we remember the wild.
and love is spiritual. haiku at best
is wordless. when maslow went home at night
he sat silently, drank red wine,
then went to bed. he couldn't hear
the snow falling outdoors. | |
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Posted: 11/12/2009 5:13:39 PM | I remember
love too
one sad day
I vowed chastity and obedience
and for that
the doors were scratched to the primer beneath
leaving only the other shiny, resilient and black
though poverty I could not
accept as a vow
was not forced
solomon
she curled up and pursed her black lips toward mine
in seven suns and rhapsodic moments
i became a living enchiridion
thus I surrendered to an unknown god
and am waiting still | |
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Posted: 11/12/2009 5:40:48 PM | she touched me
with her fingers,
i touched her
as i accepted
her fingers.
we forgot
ourselves,
our words,
our ideas,
and simply melted,
my lips
to her sexual mouth,
her wet lips
drawing circles
on my belly.
we live in our minds.
it's a damned shame.
our minds are rakes.
our bodies
remind
our hearts
and our souls
that life
is wordless
if we let it be. | |
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Posted: 11/12/2009 6:11:18 PM | I would grieve.
God whispered through the black hole of my flexing thoughts
fraying soul and skin in a final act of pristine terror leaving
scars upon fading eyes blowing remnants through a psyche
known in the dark madness of a disillusioned deliverance.
would you die for me?
I would kill the sky tracing fingers over the broken bones of love
tasting the blood of betrayal in a secret repentance where
murder is the sacred stone that shattered upon the runes of
a script that carries lies by the weight of dripping psalms.
whosoever is of truth?
Life scrapes across the surface of my eyes, setting loose
great screams of virtue, purity and bliss, blood is let as
dark clouds tare disingenuous thunder that explodes in white
walls of an unbridled fury that, spills across heaven's golden gate.
will you awaken?
I walk the night, beneath the silver moon bound by the silver chains of
retribution, carrying a solace lost in the war of wars, shadows pulse as
lights dim, and city blocks become the forgotten ash, left to drift
ancient graveyards as, I fall, to the totality of my mortal skin, hollow.
~R~ | |
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Posted: 11/12/2009 6:55:08 PM |
remind
our hearts
and our souls
that life
is wordless
listen to it snow
it crashes into psyche
a din of silence
of silence driven
bodies into earth between us
minds' fecund wresting
wresting dragon's tongue
within an altar drowning
draw into sound waves
sound waves muffled soft
in primal screams naught yet heard
listen as snow falls
life
is wordless
if we let it be.
They wouldn't let it be. | |
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