| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/18/2009 12:14:12 AM | I can be happy with one thing..if i focus
doesn't have to be rich in possibilities
just worthy of the time
insight comes thru open doors
windows full of light
paths become ladders over walls
for a better look
at tomorrow
is anything more addicting than limiting
safety seems to shout a promise
worth almost anything
trading fear never gets a bargain
you give it away with your eyes
losing the freedom to choose it all
a track of smaller circles
no wonder blinders sell
best not to think
about a new deal | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/22/2009 8:38:09 AM | setting emergency exits on fire just to watch the flies panic
as the ghost of Sartre giggles in the corner
poking holes in the continuum
and peering at the gods peering back
scratching holy ass
and hoping the final curtain fall doesnt resemble a sleeping Oz
awaking from a bad dream
frozen in sweat
swaddled in fear
and smothered in complacency
Manny, Trans, Cookie, good to see / read yall. hope to be around more once the next move is over.
wanders
wondering
searching for a musing | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/22/2009 10:08:33 AM | Gotta a shadow of amnesia or concussion...quite true...
However your poem, long words and ALL fail's as a meaning...
I am still trying to figure out what are you saying.  | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/22/2009 10:15:46 AM | Sorry loveis...only those from the asylum are authorized to share that info! Requires a code four "security clearance!" If you hear alarm bells, please leave the forum immediately!  | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/22/2009 1:17:57 PM | The Man
came knockin' on my door
lookin' for the wetspot
i left on the bus
careless of me
i know that They follow your scent
wherever you go
--- hey lunar boy, et. al.
don't mind if i excercise a little paranoid perversion , do ya?
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/24/2009 9:24:34 PM | it isnt paranoid to know that once you rise a little above
become obvious to the usually oblivious
suddenly you make that blip on radar watched by those
allergic to growth that doesnt include dogma
fungus on a mold , decay upon a corpse
dead from the neck up and the waist down
spinal twitches for spineless reasons
they knock on your door | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/25/2009 7:31:06 PM | they knock on the door
i can see every step i ever trod
in their cold eyes
those mirrors
reflecting only the shame
i choose not to answer | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 4/15/2009 6:50:52 AM | i choose not to answer
as they pound the door
go away
my brain is so tired
i hate insanity
i just want to breathe
again | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 4/16/2009 11:19:10 AM | what we give of what we are opens doors in those we touch
sometimes we continue, sometimes we flee
do we understand what moves our feet?
no more than we understand anything else
share with whom you will but
realize..its your choice, your risk, your heart | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 4/16/2009 3:55:44 PM | in the mansion of tales
lies may hide in every dark corner
but truth will always walk with you | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 4/21/2009 4:42:27 AM | if only what we want mattered more
would we grow into the chance
to see it become real
or with glazed eyes ,pretend
do we choose what we want
or get tapped on the shoulder
by whatever needs us
falling into a hole happens
chasing a tail isnt as pathetic
as knowing its attached
still the circle becomes smaller
the faster you run
familiar trails hold little danger
deeper ruts without surprise
only when we stop to think
do we stumble
maybe thats the reason | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 4/21/2009 5:17:57 AM | what i see
through my vision
may not have precision
but is my decision
where i walk my path
sometimes brings attack
breaking what's attached
shells protecting what's hatched
inside feelings rise
often with surprise
losing all control
taking me deeper down the hole
drowning in a sea
losing reality
losing sensitivity
desperate to breathe
crawling to the light
always with a fight
searching for tranquility
to surround and enter me
finally my body takes me
to a place of serenity
letting love be
filling me with empathy
what i see
may not have accuracy
but seems to always brings me
on an incredible circular journey
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 4/21/2009 9:19:09 PM | Conflagration of a Collapsing Constellation
My shadow painted warnings
across an erupting sun
in the blood of fading moonlight,
hid heiroglyphic epiphanies
in the last sparkle of a burning comet
of linguistic folly,
and promised fiery eros
to bound mermaids
drowning
in the stagnancy of it all.
If shades could wear shades,
mine would wear the ones I NEVER do, but should
though the lack of color
can not obscure
the beams form this macabre rainbow
-----
one of my latest scribbles
good to see ya around Evie, dont worry bout the topic as anything goes in here, the real purpose and intent is merely creation, and let it fall where it may.
welcome aboard the crazy train We Are, a pleasure
thanks for stoppin by ms 1984, sorry you were not able to connect the dots.
Hey cookie, good to see your muses tongue waggin again. | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 4/22/2009 7:38:12 PM | 
ditto lunar!
you've been missed
dogged dayze
prattle on
and on...
here's a little somthin' that's been been brewin' fer a few...
under a cool, still moon
the house sits empty
long since a soul checked in
the reclusive occupant (s?)
packed up
and fled
now all those open vents
only serve to stir
the surface of the thickening dust | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 5/1/2009 7:11:42 AM | hey looney...posted this morning on the last line thread...
inspired by our conversation!!
love you sweets~
kaleidoscopic views
psychedelic wonders
playing with my head
variegated rainbows
melting into madness
sometimes
i wonder
should i be dead | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 5/4/2009 5:41:17 AM | loved the first 6 lines but cant imagine what about our convo could have spawned that closing... Christ on a rubber crutch, it was suppose to lift your spirits and hopefully grant new insight.
heres one i scribbled last week
[ Kafka commited adultery ]
Kafka committed adultery
with the wife of the founder of Raid
while butterflies gathered outside his locked door,
praying for the larvae in the pan.
Breakfast of Idle Gods
shitting shape into an amorphous commode
ovals twisting in the mists of myths.
spirits can sail beyond longitudes
in crystal ships of good intent
aether encompassing all | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/5/2009 12:20:42 AM | | Percieved v value, whatever it may be, equivocates an inherent capitalization of matter. We are bound by that which we worship. Christ was just another golden calf. | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/5/2009 12:44:10 AM | (a little midnight pondering!!)
we are bound
by that which
we worship...
this moment
this breath
our lives
together...
false gods (created by man)
destroy all that is good
through greed,envy,
the deadly sins
when we allow ourselves
to be who we are completely
without distraction
we will live in beauty
forever... | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/5/2009 9:42:32 AM | well put rosie. and yeah, it was just a bit of sauced late night ponderings after a night on the town..
can't wait to see ya, just a few weeks away.
ready to hear that rumbling down the tarmac. | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 9/5/2009 1:00:47 PM | Red, the color of blood and love;
Again, we tread this thread to the sky;
In mists, do I see above,
Noble symbol We hold so high;
Beyond the pains of this realm,
Opened is a path we'll take,
We shall ascend into the sky,
Such unity we will make. | |
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