| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/9/2008 4:55:08 PM | lined soldiers dark and guarded lair
whispers riot drenched in despair
rails flake of inert rot
spear of dissension topped
wrought iron twisted gate
fire alloy in liquescent state
smelted steam asphyxia guise
oblivion in enceinte annex excised | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/9/2008 6:39:33 PM | Wow. This thread is crankin'..... Some great stuff in here guys
Surge the maelstrom waters
running shallow over rocks unseen
invisible to all but oceans currents
as they meet
spinning in eternity
as towers rules the light
the day
the night
that swirling seething mess of
churning crashing waters
salt laden mountains
straight from hell
masts twisting at angles
sure they'll SNAP
then twisting back to lean back upon themself once more
grotesque configurations as rigging
strains to sing on the very winds
that rock the waves
spitting out jets of green
with sharpened teeth
that rip and tear
all it meets
spinning in a trough
that wont abate
sucked in
down
gravity drawing you further in
like some slickened oily
bowl
whose sides you cannot climb
rising again and again
only to fall back
defeated
into that churning mess
the maelstrom
.....lives
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/9/2008 7:03:28 PM | rails flake of inert rot
Sun you blew me away ! What an eloquent dipiction of the inner struggle.
Welcome back Salty, stupendous imagery!
Ash - pathos provoking as always! (glad to see ur naners have thawed LOL) | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/9/2008 7:56:18 PM | The Other Side
Insanity is a Ledge, I think I shall jump,
Dive deep into the Pool of Reality,
Swim thru the Sea of Inhumanity,
Dwell in the Cave of Confusion.
I conquer the Lands of Rationality,
Climb the Walls of Immortality,
Scoff at the Victims of Morality,
And Probe beyond the Window of Time.
I march into the Portal of Death
For I have drank from the Well of Empty Dreams. | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/10/2008 3:22:41 PM | She lifts her hands and tries
To rest them,
on the thunder
in the kitchen.
They grasp and flutter
Like frantic doves,
Finding milk and barbs.
They raise cries
At the noise
Of water in the pots.
Listen, will you?
Your father has said that
and this.
Recite the Spanish
for ingratitude
and get dinner started. | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 57 | |
| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/10/2008 4:00:08 PM | Have to play with insanity Lunar
So delicately fine
like gossamer; a floating line
gently strokes my alibi
that single thread
inside my head
seldom can I wonder why
cuddly soft that sense of warm
never shall it do me harm
or feel beyond my eye
I touch that thread
inside my head
feeling doubts begin
immortal phase
senses rage
other games begin
lonely line
once so fine
now begins to spin
fast forward
to the golden cord
begging me to climb
thicker now
still somehow
feelings so sublime
webbed deceit
neath flowing feet
gold the ring that shows
as appears
carrot there
right before my nose
single thread
inside my head
now a rising tide
no solution
in confusion
leap upon the ride
highway of my madness
holds no trace of sadness
patterns lying inescapably
throttle grip
in fingertip
raging ecstacy
against all will
that little pill
eliminating thought
inside my screams
I miss those dreams
to long for damage wrought
chemical confusion
offers no solution
absent now the taste of fine wine
in bitter aftertaste
I know its not too late
as I see that gossamer so fine
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/11/2008 7:02:41 PM | highway of my madness
holds no trace of sadness
patterns lying inescapably
throttle grip
in fingertip
raging ecstacy
What a compelling piece Longte, glad you graced this thread with your work. The whole piece was strong but that stanza just so emblazened in my head.
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Byron when I read your wyrdkraft I dont whether to put dont my quill in awe and humility or pick it up in inspiration!
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/11/2008 11:33:34 PM | with a boot in the a$$, and a bit of guidance from "Mr. Luney"...this poem was written....thanks for letting me use your paint brushes....
Eye, Eye my bitter captain
yes, there are two
(I speak of one man, on heart,
with an ocean view)
Longing for land
Stinging of sweat
The boat beats north
The swell never forgets
Of woman's touch he longs
From his wind burnt hell
Dark to dawn, dawn to dark
Never ending sail
Mourn at morn
for the sun shall soon rise
Rum distracts, but doesn't relieve
his longing in disguise.
Days upon daze
Mermaids gleaming lust
This sirens song, heard in the wind,
belongs to a different bust.
No longer can he win
His throbbing loins call for home
No reason, nor rhyme
in the strength of the song
So, to jump from the deck
Not owning his need
The song of the Sirens
will to disaster lead.
TAKE HEED:
When sailing the seas
and searching for riches
Beware of the songs
of disastrous b i t c h e s. | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/12/2008 1:50:38 PM | in response to : ....thanks for letting me use your paint brushes.... anytime Ash
borrowed brushes
"inked scalpels"
molten gold
abstract junkyard monsters
welded during late hours by wire fed mig
clay fired expungements of the soul
oils, pastels, and acrylic swirls
shaded shades ghosting the page.
broken discarded crayons half melted and fused
mediums of art matter not to the muse | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/12/2008 2:16:57 PM | The canvas,
ripe, with frantic strokes,
stimulated, dripping wetness
engulfs the creators,
it's musky pungent odor
intoxicating, arousing the passions
of musing minds,
exploding in
gargantuan ecstasy,
orgasm upon the creation,
an orgy of colors
impregnates
like an immaculate
conception. | |
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Render
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 62 | |
| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/12/2008 4:37:54 PM | Sitting in my padded cell
drawing the pictures in my mind
with the only words
that I can find
I contemplate the truth of what I see
The images are all a-jumble
stoking fires and burning runes
my lips move
my voice is dry as desert dunes
"Part the seas and let the walls surround me"
You cannot know the madness
the terrible and swesome things
which spring to life inside
these membrane rings
for your madness is nothing like mine
We each of us experience
chaos in a different way
yours is yours and mine is mine
whose is worse? who's to say?
Can I have my pen back please?
I'll write you a love story now
or a tragedy, I think
for isn't love like madness
the deeper in we sink?
Either way it all ends badly
But I sit here in my cell
knowing what's in my head
is truly different
than the things being said
For I'm mad as a hatter, why are you listening to me? | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/13/2008 1:10:56 PM | So true Render, we all deal with our own inner angst or chaos in different ways. And that mad hatter is a wiley lil b@stard but full of insight if ya follow the method to the madness LOL. Thanks fer stoppin by, dont be a stranger.
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Mandrake - ur works always amazing and so damn vivid. Encore, Encore!
oops, late fer a rendezvous, will post one upon return.
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/14/2008 1:20:20 AM | shooting infernos
out of an icy cannon
piercing flamesickles shatter upon impact
igniting a million sparkling buzzard eyes
that haunt the carcass of cupids mortician
molten lust on a frozen barb
imbeded deep into the foundations of the lost heaven that was our love. | |
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Render
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 65 | |
| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/14/2008 5:33:27 AM | ^^^^ Wow man, tell us how you REALLY feel! 
I was youth
I was pure
I was element
I was all
I am sit
I am float
I am lotus
I am all
I will rise
I will spread
I will Universe
I will all | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/14/2008 6:19:13 AM | Searching the ever more
till dawn bleeds dry
sanctifiable lambs
ranting the moon intangible
solar storm in view
pulsed within the veins
sheltered freedom cardinal
ambiguous intent bequeathed
bounded by walls of fruition
avalanche of the esoteric
eye of confusion needle impelled
oracles sifting sand relentlessly
dune of the elliptical | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/16/2008 1:13:13 AM | ^^Sunoir strikes again^^
Aphrodites Frankenstien Project
wounded lovers disected
little pieces sewn together
making it what it is
monstrous abomination of amore leftovers
count the scars
twist in the electodes
SHOCK IT BACK TO LIFE
THROW THE FVCKING SWITCH
feed it lighting intravenously
pumping passions into a shell
just so the townfolk will riot like hell
Lynch that beast
but he 's just a project
the innards are
salvage from your rubbish
your rebuked
your played out toy
an unwound yo yo
a plastic gi joe
styrofoam plane with lost rudder
pulled from a clogged gutter
and a few pieces from Operation game
and the good doctors abandoned liver.
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/16/2008 12:24:49 PM | Good Heart - 0 , Clever devil - 1
I built a wall
But I'd love to knock your ass out
with that brick you stole...
Until I become a better mason
No more boys will I be chasin'...
...just wanted to leave some love (or lack of it) on your page Mr. Luney....short, sweet, and too the point....off to enjoy the weather........catcha later tater....
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/16/2008 2:20:35 PM | bricks in walls
blocks of jade
impermeable obstacles
to that within
only the erector has the key
jackhammer of dreams
broken bottle shards of yesterdays wine
aline the jagged ramparts
to defend against percieved invaders
with catapolted lies
or fire loaded trebluchets
feel free to vent ur frustrations here anytime Ash, im here fer ya. enjoy the sun, and quit callin me Mr ya make me feel old LOL. | |
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Render
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 70 | |
| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/16/2008 7:43:38 PM | She had a drinking problem
we were worried about her
she never knew how to stop at "just having fun"
so one night
we had an idea
I told them about how firefighters
will cause small fires in order to prevent big ones later on
It's called
"controlled burn"
They liked it
we did it
we got her smashed
we got her stone drunk
we left her lying in the grass
lying in her own vomit and soil
and when she came in the next afternoon
miserable, we laughed
and told her about the controlled burn
she swore off alcohol
Next weekend she got drunk and got date-raped
Did we help? I look back now and think not.
Sorry to put this on here, but I'm feeling kind of melancholy | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/17/2008 5:48:21 PM | (okydoky....howzabout Dr.Luney.....I feel that the leader of the Luney's deserves a title of some sort!! lol)
Her eyes searched for inspiration in my soul
My soul found answers in his eyes
Eyes confessing the debilitation of being trapped in a mind that knows the same things over and over....
....How many different ways and times will you say the same ideas?...
And no matter how pleasant or homely of a resemblance you paint,
it won't manifest the same through
another man's view...
...exquisitely teasing, provokingly beautiful ..... but the point of it all......
Upon searching for a place of rest for my weary mind
and sippin a small drink of the strong kind..
The declaration of a stranger returns to me as I restrain the searching of souls for inspiration....
And search out the smaller objects that make up this large medium through which we look
....a brick in the wall.....a tile in the floor..........
With all the small inspiration, who could really ask for more?
Upon the shutting of one, and the opening the other, did I stop to appreciate the grain of the wood on the doors?
....challenge the mind to find challenge outside and inside the challenges...
....find inspiration in the smaller things, not just ideas...but objects..
....not only the people...but the stools on which they sit....
...To be an artist of any sort all of our souls must have been tortured
....at least a tiny bit...
...In the loss of simple sight....we forget to simply see...
The tortured mind learns to think outside the box, but shouldn't we find beauty in the perforated edges, the folds, and the handles?
Were we so busy admiring the flames that we forgot to take note of the details of the candles?
The wandering eye sees beauty in the oceans and mountains...but did we miss the blades of grass and the grains of sand?
Upon noticing a praying lady, did we take a look at her hands?
Upon noticing a homely character.....did we look at his feet?
Did I stop to look at the tread on the tires while I was wondering in the streets?
......To fully know what you do see, you have to see what you don't...
......To fully understand what you will do, you must reach out and touch what you won't... | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/17/2008 6:07:36 PM | yah, that's definitely a tragedy.
today the palest tissue of green
on forsythia bushes awakening
i start to dream of spangled leaf light
lingering under sunlit sparkle
all bending to graceful winds
the tender dance of foliage
masking the barren barked
reality of a tree | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/18/2008 4:56:16 PM | No apologies Render, anything goes in this maelstrom..
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Thanks Ash, you crazy a$$ LOL. I guess if I have to have a title I can live with Dr. LOL u crack me up hun. and as far as being a leader of the luneys, if thats the case then we are all goin to hell with gasoline underwear and jugglin molotav****ails.
seriously tho, interesting perspective.
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welcome back Swan, always a pleasure. "the tender dance of foliage.." beautiful imagery.
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I regret that I have been neglectful of this thread, but workin hard and playin harder. Time has become a precious commodity.
Yall come back now ya hear!   | |
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Render
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 75 | |
| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/18/2008 6:04:41 PM | Damn my eyes
this beauty has caused me too much grief
I cannot have her
and it pains me so
Snatch my voice from out my throat
for to speak to her would blaspheme
but to waste words on any other
would be obscene
Blast my ears
with sound bombardment
hearing her voice
will drive me over the brink of insanity
Flay my skin
from my unworthy bones
bleed me of all feeling
for this torture is far better than knowing her | |
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