| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/11/2008 11:32:51 PM | I was the chunky kids with crooked glasses..in the library
my brother raced track, i was forbidden gym
he looked like Adonis..i looked like Uranus
ok thats a lie..
i looked like an invitation to an asswhipping... mine
so what, by the time i was nine i had won enough fights
with my cloth cushioned iron pipe.. to only get beat up
when i left it at home , theres a real memory aid you won't see on TV
I read Homer and wondered..how a blind guy knew what a fight was like
How could he tell between the greater or lessor Ajax?
How wily Odysseus won his one on ones
How fear loosened Men's knees and bowels
Achilles sounded tough and Hector a brave fool
would i piss off the guy that was foretold to be my end?
drag his friend around like a dog and then suffer the same
there was a lot of corpse abuse in that conflict
hiding men in a wooden horse
that sounds like a blind man's vision
that one... i believe
the rest? even a 9 year old wonders | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/12/2008 11:28:49 AM | coal fed annihalator of distance
carry this troubled carcass on down the line
into the night but out of the darkness
on the rails I howl out to the silent stars
and await correspondance from the moon,
their shining keeper.
via TnT's reading railroad
---- that insane conductor is "off the tracks" again.
returns the deuce to Sunoir!
great to see ya again Trans
and yet another from Dyno's
Loki
wouldnt have been
the one of mischief
if he succumbed to
playin
low key.
off the tracks and onto the endless spinal highway
tapping into subterranian rivers of streaming conciousness.
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/14/2008 2:38:59 PM | Inspiration was a junkie
mixed her heroin with Viagra
her hedonism with truth
her heroics with humility
and puked upon Mrs Melancholy
tracks like a vermillion millipede'
runnin down her bruised thighs
waitting for the comin of yesterday’s moon
just to watch the sun catch the clap
oozing, burning, yearning, gotta feed that itch
which
got lost goin’ round the corner
to visit the needy witch
black pu$$y broke a mirror under the ladder of superstition
seven years ago
reality climbed the rungs
and leapt over the rainbow
buried
up to her shoulders
in a leprechaun’s ass
bringin it home from "Old Souls" | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/14/2008 7:06:47 PM | velvet underground days
Lou Reed waiting for the man
ah but that was yesterday
for me today
another kind if fix i need
not a pretty sight
bleeding from the eyes and heart
truth be told, that was a start
for me a ":rave new world of words"
requiem
a soul's lament
for what is lost to
pompous pride
again I say namasta
hearts torn and rendered silent
voices left unheard | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/16/2008 7:14:00 AM | chasing sunrise
pushing stars away
for moments in time
wishing
begging daylight
hurry
thrashing through
what's left of ties
severed by words
faith in one
laid in pieces
curled into self
rising sun
reaching new beginning
seeking peace | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/17/2008 9:29:22 PM |
when a dying breed is ignored
chasin noble ventures
down a sutured highway
delaying the decay of roadside fantasies
after becoming fulfilled,
on thru the barracades
and detours
careening into Sir Reality
bloodless chaos a'trailing | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/20/2008 8:47:05 PM | hey you
i'm baaaaaaaaaa---ackkkkkkkkkkkkkk
(until the pogroms start up again)
ya didn't show up tonite, so before i sign off just wanted to say hi...missed ya... hoping you didn't catch it bad from that hurricane...worried alot about ya down there.....
i'm not chasing nothing no more
too old
too jaundiced
too sick and tired of being sick and tired
they're gonna have to exhume me from
these decades of doubt
where the dust of the world
settled into my bones
muted my wilding cries
the ruins of the world
humming her sad song
me
just a shadow
left on a wall | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/21/2008 3:01:16 PM | "just a shadow left on a wall"
dark impressionism
discernable remantss serve as an omen
casting the trinity of time into perspective
like chalklines awaitting rain.
sooo good to see ya return Swanny. Much luv gal, missed ya! and a big 10-4 on "sick and tired of being sick and tired"
always a pleasure JuJu 
now ya have gone and done it Doubtfull, got me diggin out Velvet U - the Nico Years.  | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/21/2008 7:15:50 PM | seems no one carries a blade, it makes cops look at you funny
yet to this day..my Dad carries a knife
I grew up with uncles comparing ankle guns
looks like the changing carry laws might
bring that back a bit
what edges do you carry
to make you feel ok...
wit might be enough
thought it was til i had to
escort a crack head out of my house
time to rethink, rearm
busted hands heal more slowly
but offer weeks of reminders
listen to the pain
or stop listening at all | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/23/2008 10:39:35 PM | Hey Lunar! Glad to see ya ' survived th' storm!
'Phsychriatic help'
Whew! What a trip on that ol' train!
Stressed an' tired of spirits told abstain!
Lots o' cash placed on collecting plate
Will save that insane thought fate!
Wheels turning ungreased by steam
Illusions nor of any coloured dream
Tis mad! This ol' conductor chants!
Tut, tut.....you of deliousional rants..
Ok, say Doc let just go have a beer
Talk free, in unformal atmosphere...
What!!! Tasked by wife, government!
So stressed am I scheduled to last scent...
On he raved beyond allotted time
Mind of mine pleasant retreated ryhme
Ahhh...welcome aboard that insane train
Doc. Doc!!! Here. take my prozac again.....
(he needs it more than me....geesh....)
....don't wanna keep it 'on the rails', but I'm never derailed....and right on time....
Love Your writes, Lunar!!! | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/24/2008 1:33:07 AM | The unbearable, breakable dawn...
Stitching shadows stitched and yarned
Stretching searching yawns,
When dawn comes, she comes -
Our frankincense door way stands
Ajar, all alluminum illumined,
All ruddy constellations on walls
In hallways glittering, as if stars
Were compounded and compounded
Without open and empty spaces
Between them, I found thought
Ajar, the bell jar of sylvia plath,
And here we are at that open door
Of monstors and men of mice and men
Steinbeck, all my acts of contrition
In a position to go into a confessional
Again of how bright you are... | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/24/2008 2:05:17 AM | The 'Tinkerbell 'Trophy
Lol! That name reminds me of a story beyond 'Disneyland' and magic dust, and I would like to share here...
Trucker man of robust gut grand
Expanding heart made small the gland
'Tinker' named by wide azz wizz sat dispatch
Waddled to comforted at end of the watch.
Ol' 'Tinker' though observed initial terse
Earned respect with his work ethic verse
Cared for principle and wee small chile'
Trucked a damn good many hard mile!
Boisterious and thought without class
Be first to stand and kick some azz
For puppy dogs, to he they clamoured
For daughters all, eff right that mattered!
In retrospect that envisioned one 'Tinkerbell'
Nicknamed for round countenance suited well
Was more apt for that expanding generousity
Pleasures mine of 'Tinker's' dust shared on me.
Story about an ol' trucker friend of mine....
Nice write, Tinkerbelltrophy...name inspired the preceeding, admired the depth of artistic composed by you. Write on!
Cheers. Tink, and Lunar!
(Edit: Lunar, are the tracks gone? Are there no rails after the storm? .....calm....hmmm.......excellent place for a train to happen...no rails.)
Cheers, Bro!
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/24/2008 5:53:08 AM | in our hearts
we know
if it was meant to be
it wouldn't be
so hard
it would be
like
cinderella's slipper
perfect fit
then i would meet
my prince charming
well
prince charming
never interested me
but maybe
i'd meet 'him'
and begin
to live my life
again
(what that has to do with rainbow crowned maelstrom i'll never know...
maybe that is simply what goes on in my mind...
when i spend too much time...thinking !) | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/24/2008 6:07:28 AM | Nice crown. Nice Rainbow. Hey, the castle's lookin' mighty fine....
Roses there! Hmmm...
(In absence of too much time thinking...one might find one's self sinking.....in the moat!)
Arggg!!! Many Knights await to prevent such tragedy....if I could only THINK! Well, off to see the wizard..... | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/24/2008 9:07:01 PM | the fragrance of our flagrant fallacies
permeates
the nostrils of narcistic navigators
causing them to lose their star
now drifting
like a slow motion comet taking a detour
just to burn the beard of Father Time as he slept
neath the world tree
satiated
with pieces of clocks still stuck in his teeth.
Ladyinred, Dyno, Rose, Trans. thank you all for contributing yet again to this lil niche. | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/24/2008 9:42:52 PM | he conducts his words
in a most surrealist manner
fvcking with my mind
slamming it against the wall
then hugging ever so gently
to melt into a puddle
of termites
or was it rats
floating in a bubble
dammit
confused
nervous, agitated, edgy
explode
floating sweetly
forever
amongst the clouds
orgasmic?
yep. | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/25/2008 6:43:01 PM | Oracle Grove
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The perfect trunk
with curved appeal
residing in the wood
A leafy bed
on which i kneel
where no man ever stood
A whisper floats
in leaves above
and beckons me to rest
Peppered skies
reminiscent of
birds alighting to their nest
Ancient limbs
all lowly slung
covered in dripping moss
Cool to the sight
each branch hung
but warm to the touch no less
The softened earth
and thoughts of you
are fragrant on the breeze
Cradled in arms
of solitude
I find a wisp of peace | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/25/2008 7:37:44 PM | crimson shakes from walking snakes
staining the wrinkles in the palms of my hand
. . . . . in the chaotic psalms of my shadowed homeland. | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/26/2008 10:32:29 AM | Rendered Ice
scarlet is how you see me
as I leave a trail of pain
your footfalls now a distance
where my amber soul had lain
a forest of emotions
angst in black and white
deep are the roots
I have no strength to fight
tears freely fall
in monochromes of grey
darkness once again
claims a fading day
brandished is a song
that shall never fingers' strum
for the heart strings of love slain
have gone and left me
...........numb | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/26/2008 12:58:24 PM | Vodoun Rue
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Metal protrudes to gleam and scratch
nailheads tapped flat and warped
and all the pointed backs dulled down
yet cracking swollen tender beams
The entryway covered and distorted
in creeping wild potato vines
with wine red corroded hinges
bluntly sprung askew
Lace thin tin is sunbleached
banging and rot-worn above
rust sprinkling the basse-cour
and peppering pails of dust to lost eyes
Choosing the sturdy floorboards
with care is a vital task
if not, desire the waiting fall
that urges gators to eat the flesh
Passing slowly; a hair's breath
between the iron black cages
that seem to be all but empty
then the death bird screams
Air hangs humid and dripping
dank as Roethke's cellar
walk on weakened knees
with powder hot, nettle-stung feet
A mirror to the refugees task at hand
steadfast the chattering gobblins hold
the sheets of draining shadows aloft
and iron flat the seeping sunlight
Gnarled growth from low beneath
breaks sharply through the manmade floor
the cypress formed into thin wire threads
the altar, the throne, the retreat
A veil of serpents dance and twine
above the sumptuous hearth of loa
dressed in blight and servitude
as stacks of colored gris-gris await
Dirt stained vials hold the ti-bon-ange
of the bewildered passers by
step lightly the veve's weaving line
and dance 'til the hunger's satisfied
Call out from the piteous heart
and work the white of Pabon's spell
knot weed poppits and sweet vervain
boil in the steaming breath of Vodoun Rue | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/26/2008 10:34:43 PM | smoke guided dreams thrust me to the safe shores of netherrealm
walls .... what walls, they never were to be torn down
dreams are like sipping
abysnthe infused with perspirations of Amnesty.
Amnesty used a porcupine quill to to recieve escape poison
even innocence is guilty of something
forcing a ten pound circle into a five pound square
their boxes wont contain me
contents fragile
this side up
poison
explosive
xxx
this message will self detonate in ten seconds
amazing write up there Goth, I will have to come back and read that again.
love the new pic Hammy, and the writes
thanx to all who contribute, yall rock | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/26/2008 11:53:23 PM | tens of seconds
time doth beckons
single grains of counted
sands, grains, piles mounted
heaped upon the fleeting hour
sides imprisoned on tower
poisons fragile fleet
Unforseen...
(What a an eff.. blast! Hey Lunar!.......please don't blow up the train.....Lol!....insane conductor off the rails still....) | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/27/2008 1:23:21 PM | natural selection
purified by time and trials
beckons us to tarry
just one hour, one night, one week
how long is long enough
to find that which we seek
but it is not in vain
the choice is there for us again
if we chose the wrong door
if the voice that beckoned
calls no more
listen, fate will call us again
to find the answer
to my quest
perhaps
immortality is best | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/27/2008 4:59:50 PM | flying off the rails
headlong into
darkness gaining speed
sliding through portals
crossing boundaries
without thought
flipping over and over
spinning into oblivion
standing before time's mirror
kaliedescope of memories
rushing past
looking deeper inside
places, faces
landing on my feet
dagger
sheathed by my side
ready | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/27/2008 5:49:29 PM | Grey-Blue Eyes
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How could four featherlight pounds
of screaming angry weight
circumvent everything
I had ever known and chosen to disbelieve
I begged you to strain and live
to fight with each ounce
through an unknown pain
and for five long months we tried
I wanted you to sit up and eat
that would be comforting
to see your little body
enjoy anything but constant sleep
Somehow I felt guilty
when I wept and pitied you
and your chaotic existence
tortured by a constant ache
I worried and questioned myself
and the decisions I had made
inadvertently putting my choices
heavily on your skinny back
I recall one timeless night
when I held you and cried with you
and waited for the sun
I sang every song that came to mind
Your fragile body frightened me
To feel you breathe was like holding
a palm full of bird bones
that rattled in the darkness
I relentlessly prayed
for that unending flame
that I saw leaping and sizzling
behind your grey-blue eyes
Though that scene concluded long ago
Still in frightful dreams I remember
the moment I thought and almost knew
we would lose the life in you
To death, to starvation
to the froth-mouthed wolves baying
at the fireflies of dusk
and the melting spark of a setting sun
But you're a phoenix of ashes and hope
and now you live to make me smile
a flame of quiet and unending love
sizzling behind your grey-blue eyes | |
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