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lunarlunacy

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Haiku Connection - This is It ! Posted: 9/12/2009 5:34:40 AM
story of my life a book of tribulations one hell of a ride

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Haiku Connection - This is It ! Posted: 9/6/2009 10:33:39 PM
your heart will open creaking on golden hinges sacred treasury

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Haiku Connection - This is It ! Posted: 9/5/2009 11:50:45 AM
this evil awoke, untamed ravenous beast, seeking love's shelter

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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 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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Haiku Connection - This is It ! Posted: 9/4/2009 2:55:05 PM
exposed crystal night (6) refracting lunar wonders in irises arc

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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 9/4/2009 2:48:49 PM
a beacon moving me forward to dawn's first shine free falling from phoenix tail to the fiery orb as the blinding glimmer ignites the horizon in a blaze of hope and the Shadow is dispelled

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Jesus Was A Capricorn ........ Kris Kristopherson............................................................................ Posted: 9/4/2009 1:14:38 PM
Jesus was a Capricorn, he ate organic foods. He believed in love and peace and never wore no shoes. Long hair, beard and sandals and a funky bunch of friends. Reckon they'd just nail him up if He come down again. Jesus Was A Capricorn - Kris Kristopherson 'Cos everybody's got to have somebody to look down on. Who they can feel better than at anytime they please. Someone doin' somethin' dirty, decent folks can frown on. If you can't find nobody else, then help yourself to me. Get back, John! Egg Head's cousin Red Neck's cussin' hippies for their hair. Others laugh at straights who laugh at freaks who laugh at squares. Some folks hate the whites who hate the blacks who hate the clan. Most of us hate anything that we don't understand. 'Cos everybody's got to have somebody to look down on. Who they can feel better than at anytime they please. Someone doin' somethin' dirty, decent folks can frown on. If you can't find nobody else, then help yourself to me. Help yourself, brother. Help yourself, Gentlemen. Help yourself Reverend.

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LAST LINE REPEATED STANZAS using 8 lines Posted: 9/4/2009 12:30:09 PM
will a hand I know, will it reach for me? to abruptly awaken or carress in sincerity? fingers enfolded to comfort gracefully stop these of mine from reaching out in futility. crumpled in dismay they claw up the mountain searching refreshment from that allegorical fountain mufflling the frustration that is forever mounting when coupled palms will open to the peace astounding. (certainly lacking, but my forced attempts to rhyme always do, how ya been huckleberry?)

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What song lyrics fit your life right now? Posted: 9/4/2009 12:15:20 PM
Waylon Jennings - I've Always Been Crazy I've always been crazy and the trouble that it's put me through I've been busted for things that I did, and I didn't do I can't say I’m proud of all of the things that I’ve done But I can say I’ve never intentionally hurt anyone I've always been different with one foot over the line Winding up somewhere one step ahead or behind It ain't been so easy but I guess I shouldn't complain I've always been crazy but it's kept me from going insane Beautiful lady are you sure that you understand The chances your taking loving a free living man Are you really sure you really want what you see Be careful of something that's just what you want it to be I've always been crazy but it's kept me from going insane Nobody knows if it's something to bless or to blame So far I ain't found a rhyme or a reason to change I've always been crazy but it's kept me from going insane

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Haiku Connection - This is It ! Posted: 9/4/2009 10:39:02 AM
letting go old wounds cauterizing catharsis salving seared scars

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LAST LINE REPEATED STANZAS using 8 lines Posted: 9/3/2009 8:13:57 PM
it is a slippery slope I find too soon, the embankments of polar dunes. ascending the hills only to loose grip and then it is off again on another trip. stable footholds have become a rarity, just a breather before diving into obscurity, but peace will I eventually find before the end of time halts it's grind. (wuz up ice, long time no see) (hugs rose, scuze the late entry)

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Haiku Connection - This is It ! Posted: 9/3/2009 7:38:12 PM
what will it become but a series of questions misinterpreted

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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 9/3/2009 7:35:13 PM
the howling of desert coyotes while purging on cactus blossoms renders the moon sanguine as stars reign down

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Haiku Game - Continuance From Previous Thread Posted: 5/9/2009 10:38:04 PM
springtime entreats all to bathe in thaws cascade cleansings flood down (hey Dyno, the tyrants that be still jackin around with the haiku thread ?)

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Old Souls....only. Posted: 5/8/2009 8:17:44 PM
was reading a biography on the lost god Dali and this tumbled forth... apeman walking on his hands with miniature shoes upon each finger across a field of eggshells and lost pages till teetering into an oasis of quicksand spilling out from tweenst the thighs of a ghostly Thatcher with medusa hair and criminal smile as Freud sat in in a tree picking scabs stabbings clouds resembling his departed dad uh yeah, or something like that...

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Haiku Posted: 5/7/2009 9:48:38 PM
frozen icy cold arctic dragonflies dive bomb flaming lakes parted

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Haiku Posted: 5/7/2009 9:47:27 PM
frozen icy cold arctic dragonflies dive bomb flaming lakes parted

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collecting thoughts Posted: 5/7/2009 8:18:01 PM
love the language in that one Cookie.. traversing a labrynth of joists groovy "imagining windows" once nailed shut now flung open to let the breeze waft in carrying the scent of burning jasmine and smoldering thunder i unzip my sides and collapse with the shadows we lept through and found Happy Hour meant more than cheap bourbon and bitter barflys and that it was bound by no clocks or panes or measurable sanity spilled into a crack in the sidewalk and absorbed by deviant ants hell bent on annihalating the underworld ok enough madness has leaked out for now. thanks for letting me scribble on your pages

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~lost in thought or flight of fancy~ Posted: 5/5/2009 10:10:31 PM
fountain flowing in sepia gaffed butterflies splash in the splattered pools as their winged whimpers stitch infected wounds of petrified suns obtained courting stars on the wrong side of the Milky Way wish colors into my dreams and I shall learn to pray hiya Rosie

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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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reflection of past year into the future... Posted: 4/30/2009 8:25:59 PM
hey rosie just thought I would drop off the muse droppings I recieved during our talk: we are own boxes we are own circles we are plastic soldiers melting under an Indian sun give wings to coils and watch the sky spread open sticks and stones may build a home for my bones, but your words can never cage me.

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collecting thoughts Posted: 4/30/2009 8:04:05 PM
nice up there cookie, lemme unzip this bag of brains and see what spills out ... flames on the highway and no rain in the sky neo gypsies resorting to thumbing down passing clouds and pitching shoes at the crescent queen ringers for securing peace in transience forever on the wane till starless and then the clouds wept as all fires were put asunder

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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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how dirty are you?? Posted: 4/15/2009 9:27:45 AM
I don't even wanna know what 935 pounds equates to in US currency. OUCH.

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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: 3/17/2009 7:51:07 AM
good to see ya round here JuJu, enjoyed the read when nothing means everything and silence is sacred I crawl into that inner void and scribble the babble from the chaos called consciousness

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cookie jar: Posted: 3/17/2009 7:42:07 AM
say boo huh ... LOL I didnt realize you were over yonder, under what nick? shoot me an email, i tried sending you one but wouldnt go thru. Have a groovy day.

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Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom Posted: 3/16/2009 7:48:40 AM
Speaking Easy on the Divinity of Mortal Love dainty monsters gorge on dreaming fools eating pagoda pie and smiling with God while Buddha tends the Garden .3 critical termites with a note from Freud stapled to their mutha lovin' exoskeletons gnawed the legs from my bar stool and i tumble from heaven in a freefall broken only by the need to Capitalize where the muse's toned reflection speaks it not where haggard hags with rulers of self righteousness deem it proper. Such hideous heirophants of unholy hazards dubbed doctrine. .5 seeking a window where a door is erected one way out or revolving and kaleidoscopic? double dribbling thoughts after biting the lips off silent fish caught in the nets of orthodoxy 1.3 we laugh and splash through our puddles of blunders like making the bed with piss stained sheets don't ask what's soaked up by the pillows we howl and tromp through the gack of our muck like overdosing autoclasts with a paint-bucket full of heartache dayglo green, deep red, and explicatively pitch black

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cookie jar: Posted: 3/16/2009 7:35:22 AM
I went digging through a box of notes pricked my finger on an A sharp and broke a B minor jumbled in there with them were splintered question marks, peacock eyes that saw only in black and white a couple of lost marbles a few loose screws and half a dozen phone numbers scribbled on whiskey stained bar napkins I had packaged my blues thought ya might get a kick outta this semi-new write I scibbled the other day Cookie. pokes Rose yall have a groovy mornin

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Ghosts of Past Posted: 3/15/2009 12:14:58 AM
purposely lost in a labyrnth translating the omens painted in blood on the walls telling tales of deranged mystics locked in a mirrored box flailing slobbering frothing prophecies spitting diamond laced truths at the eye of the beholder self

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Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom Posted: 1/26/2009 5:16:39 AM
lets race across electrified spiderwebs of glorious decay disguised as the uncaptured fly beating wings madly luring spider to dine

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cookie jar: Posted: 1/26/2009 5:08:13 AM
shadow boxing vines that dangle down from a surreal jungle haven a noose i shimmy up searching the grail only to fall into a kettle of creation filled with lard of beelzelbub and tears of christ sweat of Job and placenta of Mary dew from jezebel and my blood ink spilled for you it all bubbles over steaming upon hot rocks for the last sweat lodge let the wisps carry my essence away and nestle themselves in the nostrils of gods breathed back heaved forward circles within circles envious of ovals with a twist hiya kookie cookie

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Ghosts of Past Posted: 1/26/2009 5:01:39 AM
a grand exit to our intitial entry i want to fill you with my demons and tender love that has been forsaken for so long i want to taste your tragic beauty while gazing into your bloodshot eyes i want to join our distances and outrun our past by clumsily waltzing into new possibility let us expire while still impaled upon each other a grand exit to our initial entry -------------------------------------------- ya know rosie, i find it just awesome to watch your poetic prowess developing the way it has. keep em comin gal words of wisdom Annie, you do have a unique panache for mystic writes. Joy, dont be a stranger, stranger. missed ya hun. stay groovy, Adrian

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Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom Posted: 1/19/2009 10:54:11 AM
ok letz try this sober 2. Me and bobby mcgee 3 paradise 4. poison 5. paint it black, back in black, crimson and clover, behind blue eyes, brown eyed girl 7 inside my head 8 def leoard 9 bon scott 12 feed your head 13 bullfrog 14 pudding 15Sammy hagar 16. tip toe thru the tulips 17 dee snyder 18 janis, jimi, country joe mcdonald 19. france 20. hotel california 23 faces 25 monkees 26 billie joe 27 aerosmith 28 last dance with mary jane, janies cryin 29. ian gillian for one album, then ronnie james dio 35 . guessing at either Kiss Alive I 36 have fun 37 flute 38 who cares 39 kiss 40 david bowie 41 takes the Tbird away 42 ZZ 45 alice cooper 46 83 ? 47 Dylan 48 duh... Morrison 49 Zappa 50 cant believe i cant remember this one... hope?

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Ghosts of Past Posted: 1/19/2009 7:49:15 AM
Max Ernst Gave Us Mass it was Sunday i wanted to go to church taste god but the museum doors didnt open till 11 swampangels sang in a silent choir we made love with his demons in sterile halls and ate manna from a rusty can JOYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!! joy joy joy has returned. and huggers to Hammy, i really must check in here more often.

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Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom Posted: 1/10/2009 1:19:32 AM
2. me and bobby mcgee )wrote by kristoperheson as a country song) 3 paradise 4 poiston 5. behind blue eyes, crimson and clover, paint it black, brainbow bridge, little yellow submarine 6 inside of my head 78 def leapard 8 bon scott 9 feed your head bullfrog pudding haggar tiptoeing in the tulips dee snyder hendrix, counry joe, havens

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Ghosts of Past Posted: 1/6/2009 6:19:48 PM
awwww rose, you gonna go and make me all mushy inside and shit. Truly, I am honored. Much luv, Adrian

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Ghosts of Past Posted: 1/6/2009 6:30:23 AM
a dreary deary phoning in a frantic panic of pyro'd pantomimes mimicking a conflagration of contemplations under smoke stained sheets covering canary corpses who sang the theme song to their own demise as cats creeped on the window sill watching it all go down like a murderer late to this own show but still able to kill the thrill of blood on lace and songs silenced in a futile serenade now he just plucks a feather from the fallen aviary and writes apologies to the taxidermist upon the tiny bird eyes that have seen so much wishing they both could vision clear skies and plump worms instead of crimson pools and fallen yellow fools

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The Train Journey of kindred hearts... Posted: 1/6/2009 4:37:41 AM
she's got pitchforked voids for eyes and a frown that matched my joy of void smeared across a pleasant but perplexed countenance we wear thunder when dancing in the rain sharing a need to wash our pain clean of tainted hope i lay my cloud studded jacket over a puddle but the pitfalls of pining pathos bridged not the abyss of seclusion

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lost in thought and flight of fancy~ Posted: 1/6/2009 4:34:06 AM
Goatman's poker played nightly under the Hill dried flesh in palm size cards suits painted with blood tolled numbers branded with a stolen halo the ace of spades laughs the loudest as each pot is claimed a spirit cries in vain fate dealt by gnarled fingers of tender touch the fall already marked just sayin howdy rose, much luv gal. A

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Haiku - Continuance From Previous Thread Posted: 1/6/2009 2:39:09 AM
morning greeted sweet as pastel embrace of dawn warms with light of hope

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Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom Posted: 1/6/2009 2:33:33 AM
thnx JuJu, a pleasure to read your poetic thoughts as well

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The Train Journey of kindred hearts... Posted: 1/6/2009 2:16:13 AM
no train themed write, just sayin howdy. have a groovy one T.

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Ghosts of Past Posted: 1/4/2009 6:56:05 PM
thanks Sophie, it was a long train comin, but at the station atlast. Hope ya have a sunny new year.

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Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom Posted: 1/4/2009 6:53:57 PM
Mer-demons & Juggerfish drifted into a whirpool while exploring the lost moon pulled u n d e r the bow breaks surreal supernauts of stitched space about to d r o w n e d lovingly, jagged chain lighting coated in intense pastels f l a s h e d upon erupting into the netherrealm we walk upon our hands across the ocean floor biting bubbles of discovery here where mer-demons and jugger-fish swim through orbs of dancing flame at play amongst combustible clouds and islands that grow tap roots in search for the moonwomb of Poesidon's lover.

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Ghosts of Past Posted: 12/25/2008 12:57:26 AM
Pitfalls & Flaming Photographs 1. chasing pungent ghosts through the swiss cheese holes all the abuse has burned through his matter while feeding a ravenous claw trap of discovery morsels for bloated gluttonous critic of self barehanded and blind hoping the blood will cover any evidence or stains 2. the corners off reviews are chewed bubblegum didactics choking in an act of linguistic gymnastics while blowing bubbles of elastic candy coated smut 3. picture the reaper as a flagrant harlot wearing only dead flowers quited into a habit of disgrace the photo negative an eternal black and white that left all colors corroding the edge of the lens and the photographer teased and alone frozen in place longing for lights return FLASH snapshot taken then burned before it could be lost as all is eventually l o s t if not engulfed A Merry Yuletide to all yall

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My vote Posted: 12/22/2008 2:54:45 AM
casts this one fer Kev

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Ghosts of Past Posted: 12/13/2008 3:01:03 PM
just love your poignant endings Transcend. I must say it has signifigantly influenced the continual refining of my writting styles and techniques. I appreciate your comments and will try not to be such a stranger, but have found another site that is far more inspiring to the poetic muses in a myriad of ways. The brutality of the animal kingdom and our place in it as beasts is rather interesting and at times simply scary. Our primal nature is truly one of endless depth and voracity as we prey upon each other consciously and subconsciously despite the flowers and rainbows some hide behind. I dig your whole take on it in this witty scribe, esp. the bit about Mr Colt. well its time to get scrubbed up and grab a brewskie before heading out for blues and booze. take care fellow poet, until next time, Adrian

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Ghosts of Past Posted: 12/13/2008 5:28:58 AM
Where Gods Frolick 1. Headless titan roams the gaseous clouds of creation peering into buckshot wormholes of interdimensional dementia while phoenix tears fall from the sun splashing into the sauna of a chilly aurora borealis. 2. Infinity spat a lie of immortality contaging a comet just passing by - innocent bystander of illustrious defiance. 3. Jackals belonging to secret agent nebulas order take out from the merchant on mars secret sauce spooned from the rings of Saturn and drizzled across primal voids crackling with the static produced from imploding stars. 4. One touch enough to induce orgasms in the serpents upon medusas head they seep as her tears and fall upon the tongue of the muse who chews the resilience off lost moons like the rind of an aged blunder December 3 2008 © Adrian Garriss, All rights reserved

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