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Posted: 6/19/2008 5:49:43 AM | Feed my head?
I listened to the door mouse perhaps to well | |
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Posted: 6/19/2008 6:47:49 AM | i don't know
i only see sadness
sorrow
ghost memories
in rubble
grateful for what
the night has to offer
stupored days
senseless nights
where even a breath
takes you apart
raw ragged freedom
cranking up pain
measuring wired
so her flesh wouldnt
curl up when crashing
she was an open city
never sleeping
unsure how to pretend
this smudge called life
matters | |
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Posted: 6/19/2008 9:01:17 AM | Doubtful - I'm with ya on that one. Overfed the head and listened way too long to that door mouse. Just wish the opening of the doors of perception didnt mean short circuiting my nervous system.
Transcend - what masterpieces were lost indeed. I was a product of that era not but an infant during it, but it is a part of me in some way beyond mere choice. To quote William the Mad (a friend and companion during my European antics) "Its a state of mind not just a frame of time".
Siverswan - hope ya get to feeling better, remember its all about perception.
Rose - LOL at "I am not a crook.." that made me think of that halloween during my stint in the military when I wore a gorrilla body suit and a nixon mask with a fake arrow thru the head and ate 3 purple microdots enroute to a Type O Negative concert (before the masses even knew who Type O was, before they went commercial).
Fairy - I thought you were suppose to feed the white crayons to your younger sibling. LOL
interesting reads yall, now im gonna go shake off this hangover and get back to work
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Posted: 6/19/2008 9:51:44 AM | loonie, silly man...that poem was about janis...not me...me? i been out of the loop so long now who cares????????? | |
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Posted: 6/19/2008 5:51:29 PM | keeping with the current theme heres one of my protest bits I brought over from Renders. (orig. written aprox '85)
Son of Tyranny
Oh why, sweet Bell of Liberty
are you cracked and sound no more?
Oh why, dear sire, is your crown
tainted w/ rust and adorned by revenge?
Oh why, fellow man, are you insipid
self inflicted victims of mediocrity?
Oh why are your defenses blunt and unknowing?
Oh why Mother Earth, Sister Soil,
do you house the aftermath of the pandemia - Death?
Excuse me, excuse me Mr. Forerunner,
why do chains and shackles of tyranny
(and its domination)
constrict your thoughts and actions?
Oh why
Son of Tyranny? | |
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Posted: 6/19/2008 7:22:29 PM | love the southern drawl. can you sing like Mose, was told once a very long time ago, if I could sing like Joplin, I would be te perfect woman. good thing I am tone deaf, who would ever want to be perfect.
Night ya all from Atlantic Canada | |
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Posted: 6/19/2008 8:10:58 PM | Growing up all alone
with no real place to call my home
playful and funny is all i show
but hurt and pain is all i know
abused, Kc and jojo all my life
trusted many people but it was all a lie
this miserable shit im in is called my life
sometimes i just want to fall and cry
bright skies turned blatantly grey
with hopes and dreams fading away
can end it all with the edge of a blade
but this is my destined fate
i made a mistake, but it doesnt seem real to me
trust and love is what everyone steals from me
sorry but hurt and pain doesnt appeal to me
memories from the past are still in me
they all come back when it happens again
i live a lie just wrapped up in sin
i cover my secrets with half of a grin
you were family way more than a friend
you pushed me to a point where i want to end
and hoping for the day i wont be back again
you caused a horrible pain across my chest
im now scared of life and look forward to death | |
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Posted: 6/21/2008 5:57:36 PM | Lies are stories
we tell ourselves
to hide the pain
you can not go
unless you
return again
to let go
of the pain
you must
swallow
it
whole
tis a bitter
taste
but what grace
we find
when we
stand
again
face to
face | |
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Posted: 6/23/2008 2:25:14 PM | another swim thru the Stream of Conscious...
candle crafted from the tallow of golden calfs
lit at both ends
buzzards swooping down thru a sandstorm
a single hummingbird encircled in vibrant blue sparks flutters
as if to celebratorily execute an aviary dance of nectar
carpe noctum | |
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Posted: 6/23/2008 5:43:37 PM | 
Doorpin communion,
We are one,
Vamped and indiscrete
Assailing
Slumber of no one,
Harbinger of escapism,
Nihilism,
Love and frought on
Iron gates,
Speculation in haste,
Incediary virtue
Up for debate as
I trespass you blinded
Invisions of imagination
Mystique
Mystery swarm
Vandalize craft
Protection,
Avalanche let go
Incessant woman
Driven in
All forms and flow
Casting curtains,
Drawing ammunitions,
Finding ambitions
Beyond threshhold...
Fire teems, slays,
Satyrs martyrs gaze...
Flaunt womanhood,
Vanity, amaze in
Labyrinthian maze,
Corset and coliseum,
Classicism in reading
The hearts and and hands
Of men, forever summoning
Portents of let's pretend,
Vamping the riddle,
Enigma again. | |
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Posted: 6/23/2008 6:31:42 PM | Suffering the fools requiem,
songs of death march
in single file,
gathering the fans
of morbidity,
chanting the slogans
of infamy,
lining the path
with coffins,
laying them in floral
patterns,
worshipping the ungods,
drinking the nectar
of eternal sleep. | |
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Posted: 6/23/2008 8:28:21 PM | In the Spirit of Ghosts, posted a year ago on Bloody Ass History.
"Loon in place of Ink"
Shit I know all about the downward slope..................
F uckin pain of livin just one more corpse
Ya I hear em all talk like they fu ckin even know
Pass me the bottle Loon....
and start the fvckin roll....
Livin hard man I've been shot twice...
those who know me know I'm not always nice...
caught one in the back and that's no shit...
bled out nearly died man what a fvckin trip....
caught another in the leg just above the knee.....
buckled me ...fvck...
crawled behind a tree....
I laughed man no shit the pain sent me alive...
still here so fvck em....
couldn't kill me if they tried....
and I know about the hard streets was there at 16....
starved my ass off not a chance to stay clean...
did what I had to just to survive...
and if ya met me you'd know by the glint in my eye....
been knifed 4 times ya I've spit blood too...
missing 5 teeth but what the fvck ya gonna do?...
caught a machette with my right hand the fvckin scar is huge....
....but no shit knocked him out when the dayton flew....
took one in the back and another in the gut...
fvck I remember lookin down at the cut...
figured that's it bra this time your dead....
so I picked up a bat it landed squarely on his head....
ya I know more than I fvckin should....
done rollin that thing yet Loon?, cause it's just gettin good....
pass me the bottle make it Crown right ink?....
MGD the only beer that I like to drink....
I just can't believe it when I see the tough guys..
three black belts shit I don't even have to try...
but I love the rush I'll kick out their fvckin teeth...
meet ya in your front room or meet in ya in the streets....
life's rough man gotta do whatever it takes...
just have to wonder how many jaws I have to break....
today I just live man most times just day to day...
but I've been down that road man and I have alot to say...
I watched a good friend die right in my fvckin hands...
Name was Howard and to this day I still know he was a MAN......
ya sand falls for each of us bra..
he was the second one the first one died way to fvckin slow...
worked in a prison man along side the killers...
talked the REAL talk and grew to hate the pillars...
met a good man Mav. who killed the man who raped his sister....
with a fvckin shovel man but he don't think it's twisted...
Alot of people I have met on this path of life...
shit I won't even get into what happened to my wife...
but there comes a time when it all gets to much...
sick of the politics and livin life in such a rush...
ya I have scars..
holy fvck do I ever....
some made by others and some made for pleasure.....
But I won't fvckin give in no matter how hard it gets....
and I know all to well about the feelings of regret...
so bring on tomorrow ya what the fvck ya got?...
cause I don't give a fvck....
they can all just fvckin rot...
I got anger man but here I let it go....
cause this place heals bra...
Thanx for lettin me just flow......................
let's head for the hills a bonfire and a keg....
crank up the fvckin tunes and caress those ladies legs.....
cheers all fvckin night and sleep when we're dead....
awake kinda empty but at least our Spirits fed......................................................
..T.. | |
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Posted: 6/23/2008 9:26:13 PM | hey guys,..my computer took a dump....so here i sit on a borrowed machine....dude...its A dell!....gonna have to wipe my hard drive and reformat windows...got some nastys in there somehow.....anyhow...poetry so deep.....murky, fascinating glimpes into other peoples emotional stash boxes.....heres another....
Primal Passion
Darkness comes the lights are dim
you and i are together again
passion high but different somehow
will you let me show you
who i am now?
My breath reaches a level of silence
I dont try to fight the violence
This time i know he wants no mistake
he gives his love - equal to his take
Blood covers the roof of my mouth
we're on a path and headed south
not to heaven - nor to hell
I'm passing us thru time
can you tell?
Our past is thrown at our feet
it must run its course to be complete
Your eyes remain closed
why this time?
I want you to look
and see into mine.
My eyes are shards of ember coals burning
like the fire inside your body yearning
covering my face is a sea of red
it tells a tale of a story long dead.
If i close my eyes i hear a beast
manipulating....coveting my given feast
around me are ghosts of ancient souls
to witness the conquest of my hidden goal
the challenge: one of flesh, not spirit
to love: and have you not fear it.
I control this beauty - i longed for you
from the past, present and on thru
Forever you were mine and meant to be
but in this lifetime, you had to love me
Flesh is different, but soul the same
tell me my love, do you feel the flame?
of eternal fire that binds us here
the spell was cast for love, not fear
open your heart and you will finally see
in truth, you are only looking at me.
dabbling on the other side of the fence again you ask? sigh.,...guilty....the sex is always better there! i usually show up there in nasty babydoll pink lingerie , crescent moon talisman, and liberally sprinkled with rue and dragonsblood....and a silver chain to find my way back.....
doubtful; one of my best friends lives in chesterfield mass....one of the hill towns...she calls it....someday i gotta get back there to see her... | |
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Posted: 6/25/2008 8:04:47 AM | Reclamation
every single day of the present
I waste
chasing closure
to ghosts of past
is another
day
of my future
lost.
NO MORE! | |
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Posted: 6/25/2008 8:26:38 AM | can we truly face the future
without understanding our pasts
it is not time wasted
trying to find closure
unless the closure we find
is one we do not want to accept
as Allen Watts said "we are part of the stream, get with it"
a salmon swimming downstream in the wrong direction
my card today Braden (salmon) reversed-leap with the child within | |
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Posted: 6/26/2008 10:49:10 AM | Enjoyin all writes yall.
To the regulars - keep the energies and writes comin in, influencing others, and flowin onward.
A big howdy to the Loveknotlady - welcome to this little thread. Dig your style and provocative handle.
Good luck with your comp Fairy
Doubtfull100 that quote by Watts is so true... so true I am following the stream all the way to the mouth of the ocean! Atlantic that is -
I am finally planning my overdue return to Holland, and tacking on 5 days in Germany travelling down the Rhine checking out the castles and vineyard at the end of September/early October . I am familiar with a vast bit of western Holland but not eastern alongside Germany. Naturally I am doing all the research online and thru library books, but first hand knowledge is always more vital... so ANYONE WHO HAS PERSONALLY TRAVELLED THE RHINE or anywhere near this region, ALL INSIGHT, WARNINGS, MUST-SEE'S ETC.. WOULD BE MUCH APPRECIATED Currently accepting application for brave travel companion. LOL | |
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Posted: 6/26/2008 11:04:59 AM | Ok........ we interupt a poetic moment to insert a little factoid about those salmon swimming upstream to spawn......
we have learned much about the negative effects of cortisol production and aging.... Scientists noticed that salmon , after making that trip up stream and returning, then die prematurely. They found that it was because their adrenal glands pretty much go into hyperdrive producing lots of cortisol ( a stress hormone) and it is this that leads to their death.
So..... to make a long story short...... we arent doing ourselves any favors by swimming always against the currents of life........ we do well to allow the river to flow.....and just flow with it.... (not sure I have yet learned this lesson....but I am at least contemplating it, lol!!)
Ok...... continue regular poetic programming...... | |
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Posted: 6/26/2008 6:44:28 PM | | Another interruption. I have fished for Atlantic Salmon, Coho Salmon, and the great Chinook Salmon. As the spawning runs begin up the river, The fish are bright and silvery. When mating time is near,the salmon are cloaked in beautiful hues of gold, red, orarnge, and brown. The female lays the eggs, and the male who is swimming beside her rolls over her just touching her. She slides to the side of him and he deposits a milky white sperm and then fans the nest to scatter the eggs in the current. The whole process might go on for an hour. From that point, the Salmon begins to die. The flesh dies first and turns white on the snout and patches of dead black flesh slowly tear away from the bones. Quite a sight. | |
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Posted: 6/26/2008 7:06:27 PM | Salmon? Who cares how they die, its how they are cooked that matters!  | |
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Posted: 6/26/2008 7:12:13 PM | sorry I started this whole thing on Salmon, the comment on reversed referred to the Tarot cards being reversed, on cortisone, Shad also return each year up river to spon, they do however not die, but become runners very thin and darting back down stream. In life we all find ourselves running against the current, it is how we grow. and how we recognize when we need to turn pars of our lives around.
sorrry for the dog leg | |
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Posted: 6/26/2008 8:14:40 PM | 1/4 cup olive oil
2 Tablespoons lime juice
1 Tablespoon minced garlic
4 salmon steaks
1 mango, chopped
1/4 red onion, chopped
2 Tablespoons chopped cilantro
3 Tablespoons honey
1 Tablespoon canned chipotle chilies with adobo sauce, minced
Method
Mix olive oil, lime juice, and garlic. Marinate salmon in this mixture for 20 minutes. Meanwhile, prepare salsa by combining mango, onion, and cilantro. Place salmon on oiled grill over medium-hot coals, for 5-6 minutes, or until done, turning steaks once. Mix honey with minced chipotle chilies, and brush salmon with this mixture on both sides. Remove cooked salmon to serving plate. Top each salmon steak with Salsa.
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Posted: 6/26/2008 8:19:08 PM | | Wisconsin fish boil works. Also smoked and thanks for the recipe. Sound delicious. | |
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Posted: 6/26/2008 8:21:34 PM | What about the salmon ghosts???
Lunar, you rock, bud... | |
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Posted: 6/26/2008 8:34:34 PM | WUZZZZ UP DYNOMITE!
since ya egged me on..
salmon ghosts
pink to grey
postcoital lingerings
"they say that if ya go upstream at midnight you can hear the dead salmson screams"
caviar ressurection
give the grizzly bear erection
or atleast an appetizer.
blame it on that insane conductor LOL | |
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Posted: 6/26/2008 8:38:09 PM |
Oh ya, I forgot...messages this short can not be posted....
Take a ride on the Reading, if ya' pass go....
Write on, Lunar! | |
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