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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/27/2008 10:23:44 PM | your romance is the skelton key to my everything
breakin the seal on that personal Pandora's box
love, it really is a sickness
and a wonderous entity
is chivalry really dead,
no more so than feminism is alive.
such a self indicative double negative
i watch a snake eat it's own tail and twist
makin a living eight atop the autumn leaves | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/27/2008 10:38:09 PM | a skeleton key indeed
a heady brew
proceed with caution
end results often overrated
but I so do not think I would have had it any other way
the adrenaline rush, breath held
waiting for the shoe to drop
and drop it did,
but I would do it again
in a heart beat
to taste such passion
bittersweet
though perhaps it should be rationed
love you Looney
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/28/2008 12:40:15 PM | Galveston (a poem written in a series of haiku)
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Windchimes hanging still
on the corner of your house
empty lovers bed
Eyes that looked to me
the outreach of honesty
concealing the lies
Today, no phone call
hiding a knife in my heart
karma hunts you too
Each day misses you
but dares not call out your name
you deserve nothing
Wet cotton clouds bloom
our lips shall no longer kiss
Galveston is dead | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/28/2008 12:56:22 PM | interesting form and strong emotion there oGothicao!
a prankster broke into the zoo and cut the locks
the beasts trade name placards like business cards
and make idle banter about the weather
breaking cages matters not if the caged have been broken. | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/30/2008 6:48:31 PM | gas the **stards
mustard haze for their juvenile malaise
scholastic iconoclasts in their shoddy shelter of independent thought
hunkering as claymores of conformity are tripped
while they trip and pick growing gifts from your shit
but thats illegal shouts the man
uncivilized to be naked under the sun
as we thought how unnecesary to be clothed
to be confined
so upon the happy buttons did we dine. | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/30/2008 8:06:34 PM | that night when each star shone just for my pleasure
was from another time, another space
tonight the self same stars
shine just a s brightly
Cassiopeia still crowns my sky
and yet
they are no longer reflected in your eyes
like God some how dimmed the house lights
cataracts of the soul
casts a pall on my
universe | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 10/1/2008 2:33:23 PM | Reason within waves of unstability
wretching mentally withdrawing
pulling down windows to soul
shining in misery, abject disavowance
stopping time for..
everlong
fury gained in passing
go
bitter...no
leaning against irony
rage subsides | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 10/1/2008 4:25:06 PM | | "Reason within waves of unstability..." - there are times when i can sooo relate to this, and when it does ring true, it resounds deafeningly. the whole piece was enjoyable but that start hooked my attention. it is great to see your writting develop, i think i just said that a few pages back, but damnit, it is warranted yet again. ya might consider expounding or atleast adding another couple of lines to give it a bit more punch that will linger with the reader. i hope you don't mind the constructive criticism or critical critique, whatever ya wanna call it. I found that such can really help one to develop as we often are so attached to our words we dont always see some things that could be minor changes or additions that could make a very profound difference. something as simple as spacing or a coma, to guide the reader in how it was meant to be read, where the emphasis is, the dramatic pauses, the rush of a rant, etc... anyhoo. intended only in the best of ways, i thank you and all who have co-participants in musing one another and expanding the great emancipator known as open minded independant thought expressed thru word art. Much love yall. and for those new or semi new; I am fully aware alot of my writes are rather dark, deep, and a bit perverse, just know that this, writing/poetry is my self therapy and in general i am a rather happy go lucky individual, truly an Individual. During my youth I was deeply depressed, addicted, and number of problems and psychosis, I started 'experiencing' life way too early, scholastically, sexually, drugs, travel, the whole gammut and continue to do so, the scholastic more so than the others, the drugs as little as possible and the travel, well, i can never get enough travel - one of my biggest goals is to set foot on all 7 continents before I croak. i dont know why i ramblin on like this for all the world to see, i guess something in my soul just needed to spew forth. anyhow i think my original intended point was to convey that despite my dark poetry of socio political commentary, i am just mellow yellow where it matters and THERE IS NO MANDATED THEME TO THIS THREAD OR GHOSTS! ANY TOPIC IS WELCOME, THERE IS NO TABOO (WELL THERE IS ONE BUT IF I MENTION SOME BUTTHEAD WILL BREACH IT JUST CUZ, i know, i am that way myself LOL. Generally I like short succint pieces of deeper meaning, which usually is indicative of abstract or atleast symbolic works, the deeper the better. make me dig, make me ponder, hell if you are able to - make me pick up the dictionary for a change. Words are the best toys, and I love learning new toys to twist and empower, and launch into flaming flight. To all the good folks who have befriended me, you know who you are, even though its just cyberspace, the electronically conveyed interaction has influenced my art and my thoughts and I truly thank you. Yall come back now, ya hear. | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 10/1/2008 4:59:47 PM | moonie............................loved that soul spewing you just did.....................it hit a spot with me..................
i live in a constant state of unstability
since i was a young man my reality
but in here i find spirits yet unbroken
as if somehow they've been awoken
to release thier thoughts held deep inside
to paint with words you just can't hide
and sometimes when i play along
are painting produce's such a beautiful song
one of love and concern,with a dash of intimate suggestions
when i look back on these times,the best of my reflections
with my thoughts now expressed,not much more here to do
cept to say that none of these portraits would be complete without you | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 10/1/2008 5:48:08 PM | Okay... fix it as needs be. Love, JJB
Reason within waves of unstability
wretching mentally, withdrawing, purging violence, synchonicity chroming... interior designs slashed onto the canvas blackened by the dams of time, manical darkness slamming windows to soul, glowing abject misery , disavowance disallowing a smile, insanity dancing a sketch into the heart of ...madly whirling-stopping time for..
everlong
fury gained in passing
goes toward
bitter...
NO forcing it's way out of deepest recesses of my throat, richocheting meaning...less echoing off walls,
leaning against winds angrily slicing through what once was...crumbling under succint cruelness, giving way to silence...dark
lean against irony's embrace
rage subsides
***I want rage in the last line but but don't like it left as that? Any ideas?
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 10/1/2008 7:28:17 PM | Rage, rage is the words that lives in that line.
you know it is there, that space deep in side.
the spot under the stairs where the bogeyman used to hide.
no use denying it, it i s there, rage, angst, fear....
no nice beating heart, wrapped in fur,
whispering sweet nothings in your ear.
now another voice echo's,
rasping. snaking, eel like invading your thoughts.
the German Expressionists knew it,
the Scream by Munch, still mirroring our fears.
we all know that space we have all heard the voice
but you gave words to maters most often left unspoken
brought it out, unwrapped it and left it in the open. | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 10/3/2008 8:45:55 AM | How the eyes are fill'd with love's surprise, glisten'n these tear drops, from these writes, you are some beautiful peoples'!!!!!!!! I Love You, hugs and kisses!!
Constant the remembering of those daze'd in the reflection of the mirror'd glass
How the past may catch up to where the today begins, in the truth of honesty's blessings
easy'n the ropes tight'nd grips, burn'n the skin just a little bit
all is never sponken within one sitting, only a bit of truths' honesty passing
I shall live in the constant reminder of your false, accussing's to which you breathed
over and over again in your everyday, looking for praise and sympathy
given to you, the opportunity. of right'n the wrongword'd entry's of your tongue
but, NO, you carry on and on and on and on, like you are the only one that has it tough in this thing we all call life!!!
Me in my truth of living, I do know, that day will come,
when you look back upon yourself, wish'n someone would've cut that tongue of your out
You'll be pleading louder than ever before, scream'n to the heaven's doors
Unlock my fear'd tongue and heart, release me to a better start
Then might come, the true honest individual, you were meant to be!!
How do I know?, Here we go:
I have traveled upon the path, to which you are now going, in my teens thru twenties
The thirties have cause'd some well needed adjustments in my thoughts and living!!
Here in the finalility of these, head'n towards the forty's, I see, it, so, very clearly
The blessings and the pain of falter, where the lessons' that had to be made
Carry'n me and All, who, have been there too, or currently going through
With or without you................
It is an easier ride, in this life, with SOMEONE by your side,
The Grandparents in the worthiness of life, savor'n the past'd, gone, Adopting One
It could be your, Mother, Father, or One's you've adopted
That Brother, Sister, again, perhaps, One's you've adopted
Carried Child, yes, again, the heart of birth, One's you've adopted
or that Friend, you've claimed too
You'll never know, just WHO it was that help'd you out of that whole on the road!!!
Showing your unbelieving eyes, that LOVE's
Starts and ends, with YOU!!!!!!!!!
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 10/3/2008 9:44:20 AM | crisp cool snuggle air
painted glorious shades
red, yellow, oranges
turning from the greens
signs of another fall coming in
gently forgivng myself
releasing memories of days
gone
laughter, love, the perfect chance
molting
recreating, reevaluating who I am
who I want to be
what i want to offer, to accept
what is
and
what could be | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 10/3/2008 10:52:11 AM | Shoulda named those 2 cats, Logic and Emotion
the way they fight for so little reason
just one selfish move , a thoughtless strike
and so we go
reasonably defend an emotional choice
or emotionally defend your logic
feeling the right of whatever you can grab and swing
like an anvil at a hammer
if it hits square, it still makes no sense
anyone watching looks appalled
at the wasted energy and fire for nothing
unless they get too close
enough to let the crazy get contagious
and the anvils fly | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 10/3/2008 7:00:03 PM | ~~~~ perhaps inspired by lunars above "spew".......thoughts and criticism welcomed, btw!!~~~~~~
traversing an uncertain bridge
over deepening waters,
tides ebb and flow
as the grasp of feeling
captured in a timeless bottle
stirs question of destiny's call.
eloquent voice of the past
searing hearts tender auricle.
yet tears reflections are stirred
by pools of new wonderment.
Passions cautiously piqued
as importuous trust
ponders safe haven.
Steps laid in the dawn of time
considered with inquisitive view,
balancing the precipice of
the horizons before and beyond.
and so, with profound longings,
she gazes. | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 10/9/2008 6:12:53 PM | I Need A Xenophone To Converse In This Strange Language To My Aborted Muse's Mangled Remains
reading certain uncertain words
makes me wanna sleep write
after a psychedelic sojourn in a sensory depravation tank.
one filled the laughter of Lennon
and the tears & spittle of Lenin.
or was that vice versa
oh damn, like playin patty cakes with a linguistic gorrila.
the surrealists make the convolutions unspool
and leave a sticky path down a strange highway
as the pages mummify this sunburnt aztecan scarecrow
sitting in chair of dismay
disavowing dismal decay.
the romantics cause my ears to bleed profusely
unlike Van Gogh calling his lover on a xenophone.
but a romantic I am
sitting in this chair
woven by alpha baters, phoeneticators,
and scribing voyeurs of all that purity abandoned on the steps of yesteryear's hallowed sanctum.
the impressionist make not an impression
more like a mere indention
swift kick to my priapismic erection
with nazi boots of oppresion
taunting tender suppresion of any red light obsessions.
rhyme makes me want to regurgitate
while you tongue my ass and read me D. H. Lawrence
but I must acquess while I mispell
and enunciate poorly like a southern mongloid overdosing on his hair lipped mothers affection.
she feeds him quatrains and cumquats
shot from a fragile slingshot borrowed from Babel's Tower
in the late hour of shameless shannanigans. | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 10/9/2008 9:22:06 PM | imagine if lucifer
was a dragonfly
a blitzing kamikazee
in my space of solitude
now look!
at other shadows
cvntless, breastless, d1ckless
blurring the state of all beings
oh help me river of words
my mother tongue
tonguing the world
and lucifer
hovering like a huey
stinging my soul
miss you sweetie
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 10/9/2008 9:29:36 PM | oooo silverswan, i didnt know ya had it in ya gal.. the poetry fest up there is doin ya proper. an exquistite display of abstract symbolism. I love the portrayal of evil in modern society posed as takin the form of a "blitzing kamikazee" "dragonfly"..i can so see that in my mind. the shamelessness of it all.. have mercy.  ENCORE!
ps. or was that pms. lol... seriously tho, miss u too gal, bunches and bunches.
yall must excuse my absenteeism and being a piss poor host in general. My entire world as it was once erroneously percieved has been shattered sending my muse scampering to a shadowed corner to lick both our wounds, but the pain is being absorbed and processed as just another blunder in a long string of futile attempts at reinventing romance in a society of jade and selfish atrocities. im better know, or atleast quickly getting that way. keep the writes comin, and i will try to respond and post my own creations in a more timely and prompt manner.
peace out.
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 10/9/2008 9:43:42 PM | | pms ??? sweetie, how kind of you....seeing as i haven't had those parts for 15 years now!!! LOL...... as always, you inspire me.... you always do..... sorry to hear about the downturn...... what the heck, we all love ya!!!! | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 10/9/2008 9:52:00 PM | ROFLMAO... i wasnt sayin ur post was a biproduct of pms, just bein goofy and playin on the words or abbrev. of them. Glad to be a source of reciprocal source of inspiration hun, and as far as the downturn im not sorry, i mean i am, i am truly heartbroken and feel the last five years have been a pathetic waste, but i am glad that i finally have the inner strength to walk away from such an emotional falsity.
emotional falsities of plastic fantastic fascades
pathos wearing a mask, dancin upon my frailties
doin a true monster mash
pull the strings no more
cut the cord and pull the chute
hide not the pain in an overpriced bottle of Absolut
tater squeezins to wash down the pride
just smile and laugh as it is leavin'.
ok not the best write but beats a blank and cant be deemed by the fascist mods as using the forums to chat. fk em all.
love ya swanny. | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 10/9/2008 10:45:10 PM | all
the pain
i survived
all
the times
i cried and lied
all
the questions
when i asked why
brought me
to this moment
in time
i am
so grateful
and time is
the best motherfvking
healer i know!
(take care dear friend...
love ya bunches...) | |
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| tailor-made skeleton key
Posted: 10/9/2008 11:37:04 PM | Tailor made skeleton key,
The whizzzzzz of my being
(But no one is actually believing,
Just leaving) and as I cleave to
Click, click, click, perhaps the
Door latch is opening, I listen
To the clock tick tock tick
And my heart thump thump
Thump perhaps a little faster doing
A dance over the premise -
This is either a 'similar disaster' or
'New Chance, New World.' | |
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| tailor-made skeleton key
Posted: 10/10/2008 8:45:53 AM | ~~~~~ five years is a long time lunar...... I still believe there's always something different at the end of those proverbial strings..... but I am forever a romantic idealist!!!
another delusion,
the love of illusion,
accepted intrusion
on realities fusion.
truth now waking
ending masks faking.
love forsaking
no longer partaking.
hearts slow healing
of jilted feeling,
painful peeling
fragmented thoughts reeling
searing the past
and what was thought to last.
new dye is cast
while a string is held fast. | |
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| tailor-made skeleton key
Posted: 10/10/2008 4:52:00 PM | lovely writes ladies, all of ya.
Tinkerbell - loved the use of onamotapias, that was just maui wowie LOL.
Huckleberry - a new dye is cast.. indeed.
Rose - I gotta "gold watch on a chain, to remind me Time is my friend, and my enemy"! | |
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