| tailor-made skeleton key
Posted: 10/10/2008 5:28:58 PM | Hey Lunar!
Message 409: what a trip!
Enjoying the ride! Green lights to the emphatically waved 'high ball'! Life is a journey, and it is pleasured well here!
TBK. | |
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| tailor-made skeleton key
Posted: 10/12/2008 9:44:12 AM | Eyes Closed, Mind Open
A mortuary disguised as a conglomerate corporation
reaking corpses a'bustle
yet to relinquish their last forsaken breath
automated cadavers poised
like wretched puppets dangling from rusty chains
in an orchestrated macabre tango
of the sprititually disenfranchised. | |
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| tailor-made skeleton key
Posted: 10/18/2008 3:05:28 PM | Confessions of a Closet Romantic
I put on my mask of rebel rousin bad boy dissident rage
and I broke into the Used Bookstore
cowered with the rats on the floor
and read dh lawrence instead of chomsky
maughm not malcom
lunatic pen scribes transgressions
whilst heart's ink bleeds for consoling embraces
chivalry is the ugliest toad of them all
I confess,
I still believe.
tryin my quill at the whole beatnick feel. | |
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| Hi Lunar. I must confess ;)
Posted: 10/18/2008 3:43:34 PM | I must confess...
I spin over and under
This new address,
Roll myself under and through
The carpet like a sleeping bag,
See myself like a moth hovering
On a giant gleaming chandelier
Luring shadows with soft lighting,
All conversation curves from a
Crowded dinner table of strangers
Dining on crab and shrimp over ice,
Here is the piano player,
Electric harpist, and orchestra -
I will bath in bamboo and jade,
Behind banana leaves and monkeys
In trees , and take the train to a
Doorway filled with silences of sound:
Here is the invisible and visible,
A thinking mansion, an empty home. | |
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| Hi Lunar. I must confess ;)
Posted: 10/18/2008 4:22:21 PM | home
not empty
just filled with joy of void
free of stifling noise
no babies cry, or ol ladies "why"s
just silent solitutdue
for my muse to SCREAM
and bl
e
e
e
e
d
and weep a lamentful leprous tear
acidic and uncaught
it mearly falls
like
the hope collapsing from the sag in our eternity
a mortal's nemesis
and a deity's demise.
thnx fer the jumpstart Twinkle, good to see ya back in this hole, throw me a shovel and lets dig our way to the other side.
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| Catching the Lunar Wave :) joy of void
Posted: 10/18/2008 5:47:05 PM | Joy of void,
Temples tarnished,
Combusted but varnished,
Yet here is the emperor and empress
Undressed, as in the fable
Of 'The King's New Clothes,'
And his 'tricky tailor' who
Just pretended to sew
But told the King
'The Right Story:'
"You will only see the attire,
If YOU are Worthy!"
Then full of staunch pride,
The King refused to admit
That he was nude
Right under his nose
(In fear of seeming less)
So he paraded in full glory
And you know the rest of his story:
How everyone saw him unclad
And laughed! But in this instance,
Should we laugh or cry,
For when any man tries to
Hide his vulnerable side,
He might still be naked -
(Even though he doesn't know it)
On the outside...
Back to the joy of void,
The saddest type of naked
Parading like an Emperor or Empress
For one invincible second
And then finding out suddenly
So different, so different... | |
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| Catching the Lunar Wave :) joy of void
Posted: 10/18/2008 5:50:47 PM | a tricky tailor
Loki in a three piece suit
smokin hash and acting obtuse
taunting synagogues and demons alike
like a viking detoured to Bangkok
but stopping to pilfer the propiety of Pride. | |
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| Catching the Lunar Wave :) joy of void
Posted: 10/18/2008 8:18:37 PM | vintage iron clad
with every i dotted
and t stroked
like so many egos
ensuring humility
is humiliating
hey lunar,
i have meant to drop something many times but, every time i visit, i am... humbled... in the best possible way... love it here... awesome writes by all... definitely have to brush up on my norse mythology ;)
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| Catching the Lunar Wave :) joy of void
Posted: 10/19/2008 5:10:55 AM | what a pleasure to have ur company. i have admired your succint poignancy from afar for a while now.. love the imagery and sensual pun contained above. please do come again.   | |
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| Catching the Lunar Wave :) joy of void
Posted: 10/19/2008 5:18:13 AM | realized teh drunjkkkkkkkkken error above,
should rfead as : taunting synagogues and demonspawns alike
sleeep deviant miscreants of dawn, sleep
porpoise dreams and vigilant screams
spouting sprouting tulips of demise
in an underwater garden
wilting from over hydration
by a horny hydra of seven headed decimation
atlantis had no brothel
so the brothers grim swam to a new carnal calcutta
wtf | |
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| Catching the Lunar Wave
Posted: 10/19/2008 9:27:27 PM | 'Moon Tide'
Catchin' the wave at midnight tide
Together waves in strength provide
Drawn back and implode on shore
In wake, left stories of folklore
Moby**** searches Captain Ahab
Banished to that success never had
Starbuck, is this day not most fine?
To quartered captain, to consume wine
Herald that wind, blowing now at sea!
Sails filled now, most triumphantly!
All hands , upon the deck order release!
Winded sails on oceans desire to please!
Oh, but it is a mild day Mr Starbuck
Mine dreams of, you would have no truck
Seagulls squawking in laughter to explore
Earned white wigged shreiked 'Nevermore'
Cross the bounty wave of sea crew try
Gods thanked not under command of 'Bligh'
Storms of fury, 'pon tossed crew an' ship!
Rains made treacherous, on deck to slip!
Carried through and ship now settled
False thought Captain therof his mettle
All would perish, save and except for one
Misunderstood moon tides, an' setting sun
(Edit post: So....now even the title Moby D*** is censored? I see. Moby {i spell Delta India Charlie Kilo} Ah, even the D I C K heads can be overcome. Lol!)
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| Catching the Lunar Wave :) joy of void
Posted: 10/20/2008 7:56:28 PM | succint poignancy
wish i had the attention span
(not to mention the time)
to elaborate on the pure thought
i scribe on the fly
lunar,
i admire
respect
almost envy your
craftsmanship
artistry
every stroke
considered
deliberate
the page is truly
your canvass | |
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| Catching the Lunar Wave :) joy of void
Posted: 10/20/2008 8:23:16 PM | Surreal Semantics
Slithering thoughts that drip onto their given medium
usurping all established confines of normalcy
revealing the ugly core in esoteric beauty
rendering forth the utmost real unreality
each enigma from electric eclectic eccentric
astounding all awareness of absolute anomities
lounging under liquid lizard like light.
if you are tryin to make me blush, you have achieved a not so easily obtainable thing.
thank you Cookie, your words are as comforting as fresh milk on a rural morning.
i dont knwo where that gibberish came from, cookies n milk, ya flatter me and my muse gets punch drunk. LOL thankx gal, dig ur style as well. Rock on. | |
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| Catching the Lunar Wave :) joy of void
Posted: 10/21/2008 12:05:28 PM | " He is called a poet, not he that writeth in measure only, but he that formeth and fayneth a fable, and writes things like the truth." Ben Johnson
"I will take scissors
and cut out the beggar.
I will take a crowbar
and pry out the broken
pieces of God in me." Anne Sexton
he was always pledged to candor
never did pretend sanity
his dreams psychedelic
whispering: Reality.
beardless now
no less the pirate
he cuts the lines to the moorings
and the constellations vanish
afraid of the competition | |
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| Catching the Lunar Wave :) joy of void
Posted: 10/21/2008 12:23:09 PM | From rainbow to rainbow,
there's a yellow brick road,
lined with frogs
and the occasional toad,
we won't call him the horny,
now that's just a bit crass,
if ya don't like my frogs,
then please kiss my a*s
so back to my story
of rainbow's delight,
the frog and the toad
went at it all night.
I know!....I'm crazy!  | |
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| Catching the Lunar Wave :) joy of void
Posted: 10/21/2008 5:15:13 PM | bon appetite!
a toad in a hole
a nourishing broth
and a milk-soaked macaroon
watch the blushing bard drool!
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hola all
lunar, what can i say...
fait accompli
ah, to coax capillaries
into rosy cheeks
alas, my paddle only reaches so far
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| Catching the Lunar Wave :) joy of void
Posted: 10/21/2008 6:00:57 PM | Hey I felt that........... oooooooooooh, I like it......... 
Thanks 'Mom's's's's's's', 'Dad's's's's's's', 'Sister's's's's's' and can't forget the 'Bro's's's's's'
Thorny goes the toad
horny on the cheeks smack'n with passion
K, I'll go back to "Love'n"....................."giddyup"
You'all are a crack up, Thank You, munchly needed and required daily!!!
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| Catching the Lunar Wave :) joy of void
Posted: 10/21/2008 6:13:05 PM | Aw man, yall are killin me. Swanny, Mandrake, Cookie ( I hear by dub you Ladyfinger)
yall rock. Seeing such playful poetics from such groovy folks brought a real smile to my face tonight. lets see what comes offf the cuff here......
Honey Moon
a nourishing broth -
the tender wetness of her kiss
the beads of sweat
adrip from her heaving breasts
the tears of joy in eyes
knowing I do.
where did that sappy shite come from.. geez. fantasies of a bafoon. | |
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| Catching the Lunar Wave :) joy of void
Posted: 10/22/2008 5:00:37 PM | ahhhh...yer just one big sappy teaddy bear anyway! Don't worry, I won't tattle!
Lunars kitchen
where poppys grow
in single file
row on row,
and right beside them
magic shrooms,
make ya feel
like ridin brooms,
and if ya feels like
a little change,
you'll find some grass
above the range,
sweet grass that is!
and while yer eatin
yer crab delight
you'll be flyin high
right through the night
lots to be said for Lunars Kitchen
so get on over an stop yer bit*hen.
how's that fer free advetisin eh? | |
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| Catching the Lunar Wave :) joy of void
Posted: 10/23/2008 6:32:04 AM | oh..i've eatin' his vittles
of sweet delight
them tasty critters
he whipped up
that night
exploding
delectably
left forever
on my tongue
and
yeah your right
that very night
the room did begin
to spun!! | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom (yall plz dont alter the header, it makes consolidation a pain)
Posted: 11/2/2008 9:48:30 AM | I Do ..... I Do WHAT ?!? Clink
Marry me in the fast lane
of the sunday comics.
We can paint rewind buttons
on a sun dial
and live happily never after.
You can cook me oblivion pot pie,
and I will make excuses
why I no longer plow your garden.
We will pass from becoming sundrenched
in after nooner typhoons
to sweltering in the leaning igloo of
taking one another forgranted.
viva las vegas
bringin it home from Ash's crayon box | |
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