| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 2/8/2007 9:42:58 PM | Dark and lonely on a summer's night
Kill my landlord
Kill my landlord
Watchdog barking
Do he bite?
Kill my landlord
Kill my landlord
Slip in his window
Break his neck
Then his house
I start to wreck
Got no reason
What the heck
Kill my Landlord
Kill my landlord
C-I-L-L
my l a n d l o r d
is he not the man that lives within?
my alter ego
microwaved cell tower rage
remnants of dreams and greatness
roadside crouching tiger hotdog stands
blurring my illusions
holding my folded face against the floor
frivolous smoky poetry on napkins
the dark surge of melancholy
an overlooked Lisfranc malady
the **** of injustice and pain of it all
rich **stards making me jump through hoop
racing behind me again
shoulda stayed in school blues
the Sovereign me in a green tea paradise
limitless freefall with no regrets
living cell remuneration
addicts who kill the truth left in them
leaving me no choice
"I got yur mother right here"
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Posted: 2/8/2007 11:04:34 PM | The parents of a Precocious Child!
Father, most accustomed to escapology…
Raging, an alcoholic on the wagon, no apologies…
But in the morning, if only for a minute, she must return to herself…
Therefrom, facetiously grinning…
“Did I infringe upon mothers 4 day binge?”
“Hath I embarrassed thee, felt thee affronted before thy carousing friends?”
Froward to harmony he is…
And that night became a terrible fright for that-couldn’t be a kid.
Indelicate smiles, chiding howls, deliberately befouled…
Only to rob the innocence, of that most precocious-couldn’t be a child!
Ignoble hag…sacrilegious, spiritual toe tag…
Causing schisms he does…worshiping the isms just because…
I forebear from shredding in pieces his soul…
A new shout will sprout in due toll!
Search beneath the veneer…
And cheer not before ye feeleth the halls of Hades…
She is the paragon of what’s askew,
Terrorizing God’s babies…
Envenoming the illumined by waters…
Shackled with heavy sleep…
Mounted on illusions in cocaine harbor…
How much angel dust can one soul engulf…
I follower her to the grave at a distance…
Lamenting…this precocious child…
And this lamented sackcloth! | |
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Posted: 2/8/2007 11:26:02 PM | The mongoose teaches!!!
The poesy of a man
Expressed in confused hatred and riddles
Mind infirmed by the calvados
The ebb of the firing tides hath taken a tremendous toll
To feel the calumny of a man’s rage
Painting his mental canvas in jaded shades
His vindictive vindication of his cage
His grandeur
Complimented by his dementia
The inner mirror is cracked
And the spirit is suffocated by debris
And since it takes a talented mongoose
To kill a cobra
I’m now taken teachings from the mongoose | |
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Posted: 2/9/2007 9:35:18 AM | those triple posts I cannot see
a dereliction inside of me
for something went wrong in POF
and you would think my fingers were so deft
so I apologize for that curious unrest
or mebbe POF servers are all in a mess
standing naked on a hardwood floor
the cat claws at my cracked open door
I see a bag of bread dragged wrecklessly
FEED THE CATS is my angry plea | |
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Posted: 2/9/2007 9:43:54 AM | Uzilicious…I thank you for returning! Your poetry is that of the metaphorical abstract genus.
I truly enjoy reading them. Drop by when ever you choose. You and your poetry are most appreciated. | |
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Posted: 2/9/2007 10:57:14 AM | Somewhat baroque!!!
The gnomically cursed poet
Insatiate as the longing priest is for the face of his god
Mentally mutilated dosed in conflicting aphorisms
And confession is an aphotic beguilement for lucre
The sanctity of the Holy-Good-News has been desecrated
By demonic centaurs, dragons, wolves in sheep’s clothing
And slithering, seething venomous self-aggrandizing adders...
What happen to the one heart? | |
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Posted: 2/9/2007 11:01:49 AM | | That poem ,in it's simplicity,makes one weep... | |
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Posted: 2/9/2007 9:36:04 PM | …………………………Most explosive is was
………………….Most animalistic ally vicious it was
………………………………..Unsuppressed Tsunami(s) it was
And we never………..met……….again! | |
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Posted: 2/9/2007 9:59:10 PM | Did you ever really know me
before you decided you didn't want to know me ....anymore
If you could have stayed to be my friend
Then you would not have to pretend............ to be my friend............anymore
At one time ,you could soothe my soul and I hung on every word.
Then came the words I knew too well,...the words that can only make you hurt.
And I don't want to hurt ...............anymore
You see, I'm not 'blind',and I can "feel".....
but if you don't know my heart by now,
I guess you never will.........................anymore
So while your just pretending
I'll go right on pretending
that all this doesn't even hurt....anymore | |
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Posted: 2/9/2007 10:06:31 PM | You are most radical...no doubt about it...
Your poetry is touching...and most testing...
But pretend, not I...
I'm just trying to learn...
Learn how to breathe again!
Visit when ever ye like...
...you are welcome here... | |
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Posted: 2/9/2007 10:33:16 PM | Have you dear sir found the key
to a woman's thoughts
and an understanding of where they are born?
are we so hard to comprehend
intricate webs of every hue
rainbows melting into kalidescopes of feelings
naked feelings of a woman
transparent to some who know the way
our minds add and subtract the simplest equations
how our filters are formed
changing us from red to blue
green to purple emotions riding
the waves through all kinds of weather
we adapt, camelions
sometimes on a frequency unheard
by the untamed ear
let us whisper in your sleep
our innermost desires
and perhaps your subconscious
will react by instinct
and trace the path back to its source. | |
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Posted: 2/9/2007 10:42:17 PM | | That was fantastic Autumn. thank the Godess you came back. We would never had had the exquisit pleasure of that poem otherwise. And you may not have written it. | |
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Posted: 2/9/2007 11:21:38 PM | How deep...how capturing...how naive I am....
Autumn, Ravin...you two are beyond.... | |
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Posted: 2/9/2007 11:58:04 PM | And I end on this note
Still keeping hope
Tuesday's a new journey
So I keep that in scope
A friend spoke of ego
Something that can make men evil
And to wisdom of this sort
I can find no sequel
Keep focus clear | |
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Posted: 2/10/2007 1:04:09 AM | Memories or was it a dream
beginning in three
David, Andrew and James
was there a William or is...?
...a Judas not so long ago
I am for I am
beginning to forget
that coloured dream
of brothers' love
I only admit to a precious few
now I scream
they were my brothers
and mother let me go
we're all tortured in
hot sands of a mirage when the
emerging mermaid entered
can't change the tide of grief
following grains in sand
dying father washing away the footprints
his death imminent and I still have no proof
I should’ve been named Judas
I hysterically laugh in glee
As I cry for my truthful father
In heaven of forthcoming life
He’ll understand my revenge
I breathe
yet I can't hear myself alive
I’m still the shell
Whispering to you…the sounds
Extending the seas
Of the oceans buried deeper
…For my sanity… | |
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Posted: 2/10/2007 7:32:23 PM | | always...on and off all day...I've been rereading this poem....and I'm still searching through it....I thank you for placing it here. | |
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Posted: 2/10/2007 7:32:51 PM | Banshee in my attic……………………….
It my upper attic
There lives a ghost tapping
A banshee to be exact
Haunting the family line
She dances to a melodic watch
Vigil in the night
She comes to the foot of my bed at night
She favors me, but why me
She watches me
And I watch her
The debris of her melancholy
It lingers thickly in my room
I’m gloomy in her honor
She sees this
Knowing that the sincerity is rich in me
She favors me, but why | |
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Posted: 2/10/2007 9:23:47 PM | Contingent on the spirit life
I shall conquer through this impasse…
And Upon my rectitude…
I shall conquer death! | |
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Posted: 2/10/2007 9:26:38 PM | Knavish apostates in the church
Preaching to the masses confession…
Now we're art thy alms…
You do want to get into heaven
Now don’t you.............................
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Posted: 2/10/2007 10:00:21 PM | Yes if I reach out for heaven
Might I some day learn
That blind acceptance
Is not my way
To clearly discern
The truth from the smoke screens
The body from the mind
The rituals meant to foil us
From the purity of the divine. | |
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Posted: 2/10/2007 10:26:03 PM | Vividly and earnestly true,
But I can’t let go…
I’m at war with the church…
It just ain’t right!
The outrageousness of it all…
For one to believe
That they continuously fall…
These dogmatisms are burning me through…
For I know the Spirit…
And that church official…
Is a self-aggrandizing liar all the way through! | |
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Posted: 2/10/2007 10:58:59 PM | !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I war with the church
I resemble a fierce shield
Losing all when I fell from grace
scorn, put aside, delivered unto
radical missionary leading me beside turbulent airstreams
Burning............
In the sky, strong sinewy limbs enter spiraling
The tallest tree, the apostle... branches laying at his feet
Palm leaves,
Seething............................
I know the truth in `consciousness′
lead me down an established path
ordained only in my mind I reminded........
.........to breath...................turn inward.....................and listen............
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tenz | |
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| To inwardly listen
Posted: 2/11/2007 12:10:30 AM | Illusions
Why live in reality?
Can’t I just live in this room?
This room that brings me comfort.
The world is a harsh place…
Thus…I rather live in illusions. | |
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Posted: 2/11/2007 12:59:18 AM | From illusion
Quickly to reality…
Two days ago a Father died…
And his family were callous to his death…
Tonight mine is passing…
And we haven’t spoken in years.
What confusion I feel!!! | |
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