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pom

2008-03-26T20:59:08Z

Only the hopelessly hopeful
believe in things
beyond their experience.
Everyone else
gave up a
long time ago.

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while under.

2007-07-02T05:28:33Z

floating pictures
my ideas, thoughts and such
plans for the future
They're all great and grand
Just too far to reach and...
maybe a bit too much.

floating pictures
my present, my faults, and headaches
They'll be no cures.
Of feeling, intentions, and inspiration I'm entirely broke.
Having a life is hard to fake

...maybe soon, I can... just float.

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Fade

2007-04-28T06:14:30Z

all these things will one day fade.

although my idea of her was forever,
my heart and soul was so easy to trade.
I thought she would never.

these things will soon fade.

anguish filled thoughts of her.
good times spent are now misery ridden memories.
knowing everything after her, will hurt.
my memories of her are now little tragedies.

these things should soon fade.

my meaning of love has turned grey.
loathful days of realizing she's gone.
how I wish I could just float away.
how I wish for my pain to be done.

how I wish I could be the one...
how I wish I could be the one to fade.

feels like i'm watching myself die.
this wretched grief enslaves me to my fate.
this emptiness eats me alive.
this unrelenting sorrow, I can't take.

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All ocean, cellophane and peace

2007-01-09T14:14:17Z

the worst that could happen
is not enough
to break my clutch
on the shiny new

hope can't outlast dreams

the worst that could happen
the clam won't bake
my shoe won't shine
the cat has warts
and the Blessed Virgin Mary was just raped

burning in the midnight oil
the moon won't glow
my milk won't shake
the heart just aches
and the air just got sucked out of the sky

the world is...
All ocean, cellophane and peace

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Numberology

2006-11-19T03:14:50Z

1 heart thumping
.to beat the band
2 kids’ knees scraping
.bottom of the barrel
3 halos lighting
.the path of tomorrow
4 eyes staring
.into their soul’s delight
5 limbs tossing
.hats in the snow
6 water molecules easing
.sand from the shore
7 moonlit nights cooling
.trunks entwined
8 stars whirling
.about a galactic swirl
9 universes empty
.from void to reward

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False Positive

2006-11-19T03:13:24Z

/The forward and backward slashes are doors that open and close
inducing amnesia as they come and go
the plantation masters have fed themselves to death on pork
you may imagine that gluttony is a bad thing
remember it's a sin
while full of perjury and prune juice I eiffeled towered
myself to stonehenge and beyond
If I were drunk I would recall it all
go out and buy more spaghetti and cherri o's
the manical membrane cut loose impregnating an impulse to conceive\

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Audio Tapes Wanted

2006-11-07T20:18:19Z

Hey everyone,
I'm working on a project that requires several hundred audio cassette tapes (yes, those clunky objects that held our music in the days before iPods, CDs and .mp3 players).

I know a lot of people have a stash of old tapes in a box in the basement that they've forgotten about. Why not get rid of the tapes and donate 'em to a good cause?! I will recycle the tapes (via true recycling, not downcycling) and use them as part of my upcoming album.

If you or anyone you know is interested, send me an e-mail or visit http://www.myspace.com/glasshopper for more info.

Thanks!
Jess

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poetik offering: heart in a jar so like a butterfly

2006-08-16T08:34:33Z

my young heart
frail and trusting
little girl so so little
gentle and open
gradually worn down
by cruel hands words hands words
my butterfly heart
cannot fly away

so young so small
trapped in the hands
hands of those supposed to care
supposed to love, gently gently
supposed to
but dont

flitting flitting butterfly wings
of my little heart
hands that hurt

pushed my butterfly heart
into a glass jar
it can be seen as beautiful
but its stifling and sore
tattered and torn

captured
captured
by others
by myself by fear
wings tattered & torn
a glass cage
for so long

my heart my heart
captured by hands that hurt
long time ago long long time ago
beloved yet harmed
captured by ones that hurt me
so long time ago long long

and slowly the lid
slowly the lid
that lid
loosened
was made loose
turned open

and the butterfly heart
tattered and torn
hurt and sore
scared of outside in
outside out
scared to fly

listened

to the open sky calling

empty clouds
calling
empty sky
blue blue blue

hands words gone
so long ago gone
tatters healing
wings powder returned
able to fly but
unable to trust the winds of life
the hands of those
supposed to care had hurt

butterflyheart unable to trust
the hands of Life
the hands of Love
the hands of God...
"where have you been?" the butterflyheart cries
"why did you let me be hurt?"
butterflyheart calls out
"can i endure it again? please no"
butterflyheart fears
"please let it all be ok"... "please"
butterflyheart prays
the sky calls
wind whispers with open hands
"its ok. its all ok."

wings are made for flight
tatters may stay tattered
but flight is your birthright
and chrysalises is the key
transformation based on trust..

and so my butterfly heart
climbed up to the tip
of the open lid
of the glass cage
of hiding (but seen)
tired of being seen
and not free
but the night passed

and so my butterflyheart
balanced on the ridge
on the tippy edge ridge
and waited
and waited

then the whispering winds
of the east new beginnings
at dawn
softly lifted my tattered wings
up up softly up
whispered in my ear 'its ok"
and i let go
let go
and gently rose
into the pink sky
of empty sunrise

trusting the hands of God
the hands of God
to guide my flight
in breeze
or in storm
building trust trust trust
in Life
in Love
in love
in me
in you
in love
in love
in life
in death
in me
in you
in all
in all
in All

********************
a humble offering,
Peace,
Renee

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radiation sicknesss...

2005-11-30T09:25:28Z

this is the first thing i've written since coming back east in the beginning of oct. i just finished it n am going to post it without editing. it concerns depleted uranium n the poppy. i was thinking about all the poor addicts to opiated who are now probably being poisoned by radiation as well as the drugs...
its definitely different than what i usually post, so let me know what u think of it... thanks n blessings... gb

radioactive regions revering perfect poisonous poppies, depleted uranium decaying delivering deadly dust having hazardous half life, 4.5 billion years, becoming more n more radioactive as centuries n millenia pass by, passive population programmed, your told just what you need, so full of hatred, fear n bigotry, you can't even percieve of the destruction your ultimate greed has caused you to concieve, a planetary plague deadlier than any disease, only solution left now is to leave, all the oil will be made of us before this poisonous particle is gone, ironic justice justifying our own delayed destruction, wanna be heroes sacrificed like the chess master's pawns, shooting radioactive isotopes turns me on, a new shade of yellow, all my problems gone, contented as a newborn fawn, fiending for the itch,radiation junkies twitch, unknown hand flips a switch, causes the poles to flip, prying open old atomic bombs just to get one more fix, nuclear reaction blast can't hurt me, i've survived all this, just take a little taste of this new shit,
the first one's on me, i insist...
an offer like that, who can resist...

nodding off, the newest fix, the junkies are glowing, impossible to miss, noone to fight back, can barely stand up let alone make a fist, now to combine dope n radiation sickness, new level of turnover, death arrives with a never before seen quickness, now the deserts dust delivers decaying death, bullets betraying benefitors, blowing back, breathed in n brought back in blood n birthing babies born deformed, sullen soldiers semen spreading state sponsored sickness, secret sinners sitting safely underground, insulated in inner sanctums, official existance dutifully denied by deadly designers, war mongers puppets profitting, sit back n laugh, telling half truths to those on their staffs, silenced soldiers symptoms mean pensions won't last, more money to blow on the next big bash, exchanging the lives of all the poor on the planet for a little more cash, throwing away lives as if they were trash, a couple of years worth of oil for billions of years of death,dinosaurs decayed into oil, laughing as we poison the soil, burning what's left of their remains, every drop paid for with a infinite amount of pain, scientists constantly figuring out new ways to kill n say that we mystics are insane, thay've put too much trust into the power of their brains, but their only shells longing to fill a hole, never realizing that they're missing their soul, always wanting more without realizing this is an empty goal, never realizing the simple joy of being kind, believing those in power have their best interests in mind, but if you could read them you would be terrified at what you would find, controlling you from inside your brain, get in line to get onto the train, we'll take you to a place where there's no more pain, creating a new final solution through total pollution of body n mind, satellites see everywhere, astral projection the only way left to hide, if we came togethor we could realize it's all lies use the truth to revitalize, so control is imposed to conquer and divide, resisting negative influences from the outside , gather your strength, build it up inside, regardless of the likely outcome it's about time that we tried...

realize how control is imposed from outside...
stand up for yourself n take back your mind...

it's all up to you, only you can decide...

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Un cuento of love desconocido

2005-11-29T19:00:36Z

Campanas suenan
in my heart
cada ves que pasas

Me tienes atrapado
Like a caged zoo animal
Ya quiero que me comas
with your stare
como solo tu pudieras

If only you knew
que existia calor por ti
inside of me
Dentro de mi, solo tu

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Apocalypse bastards

2005-11-20T23:08:51Z

I heard this rhyme while I was in a state of... well, I was tripping my ass off on drugs I didn't take. Incarcerated in a holding cell, awaiting transport to Western State hospital, the verse came to me by way of a voice. Was it in my head, or someone messing with me? I wasn’t in any state to tell. The voice was that of a raving Englishman. The voice recited the first four lines, and I completed with the last two. I’ve played with the rhyme, and rewritten the lines often, in order to make some kind of sense out of it. So often, I wonder if this is the actual verse as it originally played out.

If anyone has read or heard anything that resembles this rhyme, please let me know. The knowledge will help me solve another part of a puzzle that has intrigued me for almost 3 decades.

Apocalypse Bastards, made true to their nature,
were sold as blue babies to red righteous fathers.
Ask for the fair children, and you just might see them
trade ploughshares for swords, knowing god will redeem them.
Those linen white chosen, should duty befall them,
with bible black shields, they’ll go as god calls them.

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R.I.P.

2005-11-20T23:04:17Z

R.I.P.
Rise in perfection
The creation cycle does spin
Changing from yang into yin
Recognizing each as our kin
with the light deep within
Let a new species begin
With gratitude and a grin
to those that chipped in...e

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Muy Muy Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmuy

2005-11-09T16:13:22Z

So soft
So firm
So delicate
You make my tongue grow with raw animalistic ecstacy
I've had you once
I've had you twice
I just can't seem to get enough...
FUCK...
So soft
So firm
So delicate
Chocolate... So perfect

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train soliloquy

2005-11-05T18:09:38Z

Riding the train back to a lost home, lingering between stops, casual couch crashings, and ups & downs of this hapless existence.

I long to sob and cry with reckless abandon. I long to flail my arms about and send them crashing into the walls. Lashing out and letting loose this internal carnage that is wreaking havoc on me.

Dominated by women, crushed by their intensity, insensitively making me weep silent tears that hope for sympathy and instead bring shame.

A woman's man, sensitive and emotional, saddened to the core. Gouging out insincere attempts at dealing with issues, I want to smash my girly face. Choke the life of this dreaded mother spawned disease in me that gives me my strength and makes me go mad.

Towns full of homes slide by outside my windows. Buildings and houses full of people living and not thinking anout living. Dying inside but with a tough enough exterior to deflect those fleeting feelings.

I weep, I shriek, I roar, I cry,
I sleep, I slink, I soar and die.

This is my train soliloquy, typed out through 26 fractured thoughts. My weakness, my strength, my gift of love.

It kills me to love and feel and run my fingers through humanity's hair and to be unsure of it's feelings for me.

Orpheus looks back and sees that life will always be behind him, fading from eyes that seek a frozen moment in time.

These words soothe and seal away a beast of isolation. I am free to stand like a man, and be proud of a life that is my own.

Naked and scorched, pain erupting from every nerve, pores pouring out salty salivation scorching my wounds. I suffer for you and stand to protect. I will not look back, I will not falter.

I rise and become a man.

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Mr & Missunderstanding

2005-11-05T17:53:23Z

There's nothing else to exlplain
We're just not on the same page
See, you're disagreeing with me already
Just fuck off
You want to be on your own anyway
I only provide an imaginary source of your confidence
Plus I don't need you
I've been through this exacxt situation more than thrice
So may be thats why I'm not being so nice
But it's really hard to give a fuck
I'm not in the business of wanting to be stuck
In circular mazes of your illogic
I'm more fluid you're just robotic
Ya you're hurt but it's not a crime
I dont get refunds on my time
I'll ask nice now, "please go away"
There's no more reason for you to.... Play

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Dadagram #3

2005-11-02T02:04:05Z

This kingdom breeds jasmine, and a thousand other things postulated only by crackling noises, the tinkling of broken glass. Empty became play through camels fleetly in amber whorls of hostility smoked. Brimming with beauty, water in the pond a mere fascimilie, less than a pact. Skate through blue paint, a boundary silk respects your peace accompanying love, violins in hand, merciless. Grabbed by the sons of man, rapture slyly attempts to inject enthusiasm beaten grinning that badly. Primal, drunk in the same manneras the cinema of the mind in which fire arose for the first time, the alphabet rang in up the right and center spherical beasts of heaven, secretly a collision between the forces of scrutiny and this many to go. A pretty good giant. The last straw arrested.

http://peyoetryhut.blogspot.com

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AS We Are

2005-10-22T15:42:51Z

A solitary water crystal suspended in a cloud
Destined to create living peace and beauty
A droplet from the violent death of a far away star.

As such, travel this road lightly, breathe brightly
With intuitive resourcefulness, guided by loving intent
Draw strength from the fruits of just being.

Remember that void from which we emerged as
Particles from an exploding sun of supernova light
Carrying that imprinted consciousness of being.

Those germs of generations of genesis
As spirit within water, plant and stone
One Love, fully connected, being as we are

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Work

2005-10-22T05:51:39Z

Figgity fuck

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Pleasant Trees

2005-10-22T04:18:49Z

6 hours sleep
Better than yesterdays four
Thank goodness for cheap wine
I‘ve passed out on the floor
The weather’s hot
The fan is blowing
My Clothes are off
My d!c|< is showing
Nothing contracts
I’m finally relaxed

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The Housewife

2005-10-14T00:37:28Z

Did you know that my eyes turn yellow when I’m in heat?

That I speak Dutch in my sleep?

That I like the taste of chipped glass in my Bourbon?

Did you even know that I drink Bourbon?

Well, only when I’m truly happy

A happiness, perilous to us both if truly unleashed

I needed something constant.

In this constancy I found you. More proper. More accepted.

I nod my head and sip dull wine, but occasionally …occasionally

I burn my finger while making your dinner just so I can feel something.
-Shayde

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Maybe so

2005-10-14T00:34:01Z

Here's a song I wrote while on flight to to see my bros (The Sons of Mary) in Alabama. The year was 1999. We recorded a rough, off the floor version. This is a revision of the original lyrics.



He was kept in utero by the sleep of reason.
He was slouching towards Bethlehem, then he was born.
Now he stands here waving a cross,
and says he represents the Boss.
Maybe so.
I don’t know.

You see, messiahs have been seen in every direction.
They’re selling comet-ride tickets, and buying arms.
When the preaching comes to a halt,
The Faithful say it’s the Government’s fault.
Maybe so.
I don’t know.

Then he says:
“Angel, walk with me on through these vicious streets.
It’s guaranteed you wont see ten good men.”
That self fulfilling prophet sets his watch to Firetime,
then makes true all those rumors of The End.
Let it be.

(Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door.)

He lights a cigarette and ignites his contract.
The fine print has made a ready-roll out of his soul,
but the god-damndest of the damned
always has winning plan.
Maybe so.
I don’t know.

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found this while packing for burning man...

2005-08-25T20:36:40Z

while the sacred fire burned below
droning drums demand dancing dreamers
the revelers worked into a trance
building energy
becoming one
the high priests give their offering
project it to the stars
perfect crystal conduits
exactly where they are
is exactly where they need to be
spreading out illumination
bright enough for all to see
overhead the skies open
angels & spirits
gods & goddesses
pouring down
each dancer
feeling their divinity
everything shifts
projects to the stars
emanates to every galaxy
no matter how far
the entire universe
right where you are
right where you need to be
embracing the power
of giving of yourself
and sharing your love freely
opening to one another
each souls individuality
when coming together
creates a new way to be
we build our own community
we’re all part of each other
different branches of the same tree
each a perfect reflection
fully conscious humanity
we all know the answers
we just have to see
for our perceptions
are what creates reality…

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cosmic connection

2005-08-25T20:36:09Z

It seems
the breath I just breathed in
contained a molecule of a star on the other side of the cosmos
I took it into me
attuning to its frequency
becoming one with its energy
I realized that we’re all stars & planets
Gods & Goddesses
we’re the universe, the essence of creation
we’re the vast void, the black hole
which we fear cause we don’t understand
we fear how it swallows the light
as we fear the darkness alone
but we are creation n we created fear
so we can destroy it
but there really is no destruction
only transformation
the light is not destroyed in the void
it merely changes
switches to darkness to gain some balance
so shall we
turn our fear to our power
to gain the strength needed
in these final hours
to help empower the universe
to reach its full flower
opening for all to see
inside the beauty of diversity
reflecting divinity,
the universal humanity
constantly flowing energy,
we’re all connected
all is sacred
so share your love freely.

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learning life’s lost lessons

2005-08-25T19:11:17Z

Breathing fire
wielding words
voices varying vibrations
manipulating molecules
materializing manifestations
sounds shattering silence
shifting soul shape
sends singers spinning
empowering empty vessels
varied visions intertwining
into interlocking intention
inventing ideal identities
individual independence inherent
within whole worlds withering
we will whether the storm
still standing strong
amidst apocalyptic anarchy
our ancient ancestors answers
articulate in our awareness
certain conscious creatures
craft circular councils
creating consensus &
saving society
making mankind more meaningful
learning life’s lost lessons &
letting love live.

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Cucumbers taste better pickled

2005-08-24T03:15:54Z

Coalesce with me in my joys and pains
I don't say these words in vein
you won't be a life support
and neither will I

unity gained from our self nourishment
is why we will flourish in the the eternal arms
of our joys and pains

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Nameless

2005-07-07T17:59:41Z

Built from polluted remains / the machine possesses a goal / that's not exactly of the utmost purity / but is definitely more productive that anything else you've attempted lately / creation, diffusion, compression: only a few of aspects of the task at hand.

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The perfect murder (revised)

2005-07-02T20:25:39Z

The perfect murder could be committed digitally.
Suppose someone could create a means to flash upload a program to the mind.
A gift of camera’s lightening, the mind opens and a Trojan horse enters.
The introduction of an unthreatening idea.
The idea conceals code.
The code slips through all self preservation instincts, then lodges in wait beneath the
subconscious.
The code, once activated, causes the body to initiate a destruct sequence.
Perhaps the program would search for and analyze all perceived memes and the mind’s
interpretation thereof. Using the subconscious interpretation,
the code would suggest the body is no longer needed.
Cellular suicide: a cancer begins to grow, the heart suddenly stops-

Somewhere in the sea of faces, amid the starlike flashes of a million cameras,
someone didn’t take a picture, he committed killings.
He committed assassination.
He committed euthanasia.
Maybe some would call it murder.
Heads of state fell terminally ill,
as did malicious clerics of all religions
As did the serial killers and child molesters who dared pose for a picture
As did the Murderous Famous of Hollywood and Hip-Hop
As did the other purveyors of evil memes;
the poets, the painters, the singers, the jesters, the billionaire merchants-

Techno geek Travis Bickle, hands free of blood, sheathed his “camera” and walked away from the
crowd.

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Rant

2005-05-30T04:48:46Z

I feel like writing but I have no words
Ive been fighting back the feelings
and I cant accept the implications of what you didnt say
tell me that Im crazy
lift me off my knees
if you thought that you could love me
stop the tears before they fall
save me from the voices shouting out my imperfections
say you didnt see them
remember the angel you first saw in me
If only I could take back one day of insane conversation
Id recreate the wings, but scotch tape wont hold them on
are my messages lost in airwaves? or do you really not care?
desperation overtakes me more each time the phones not you
maybe Im not what you expected,
but cant you just tell me if thats so?
I promise I can take it, youre not the only one whose left
all I wants a little closure
or reassurance youre still there
what I want is to be with you, but I can handle life alone
I once thought ignorance was bliss
sometimes, maybe; but not in the case of anothers silence
your recent actions belie your sweet tongue
reverse them for my sake
renew your valor, maybe youre not the angel I thought you were either
you judge me, but youre acting just as ugly
I wanted to write
hoping to release something, to vent.
I guess I had a few words, but youre not listening
youre still not listening...
all Ive had to say-is said in vain.

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WOODEN ARMOUR... COLOURED PARTS

2005-05-26T17:40:37Z

“Your faith was strong but you needed proof…” J.B.

I like that verse. It's hard to have blind faith. Especially in this world we live in. The whole idea in having faith started a LOOOOOONG ass time ago. The beggining of time. A lot has changed. People have over exceeded the meaning of being open minded. What is the meaning of it really? You get the wise-asses who say being open-minded is trying and doing anything and everything. But there are things that you just can't come back from after trying. So is "trying and doing anything and everything" really what it should mean for us all?

Fuck that. Not if you don't want it to. If you want the truth, balance is they key to just about everything. If you just want convenience then the truth may not work out for you because the truth requires a bit of effort and consistancy. Too much of anything could be very harmful, even deadly. Haven't you ever heard of those cases where people die from drinking too much water? A water O.D. thats nuts. Too much vitamin C is toxic. Someone to lovey dovey is clingy. Someone to distant is not loving enough. One thing to remember is this, if you really want the truth, you have to be able to detect it. And what is truth? Something consistant in any field or atmosphere.

Here's a TRUTH. Us humans need oxygen or we die. If we go anywhere in the world where there is no oxygen we die. We go into outer-space and we'll die if there is no oxygen. Here's another truth. We all want and need something. And if you try to deny this, i dare you to do your absolute best to not ever eat or take a shit.

So here's the deal about blind faith... It does exist. It's just tough to attain and find ones who have it. Music, tv, celebs, and even our reading material have promoted and made being unfaithful and being experimental with no borders an ok and a normal regular thing. So Good luck & happy hunting on that one. Its like second nature these days to fuck around and get fucked over. If you attain it or find someone with blind faith, you're a fortunate fucker.

As far as being experimental and open-minded. Thats on the person. There are facts and fictions about everything we do. There are also consequences. Beware if you care or else theres always not caring and free-willingly sharing. I just found that I am open-minded to a degree and experimental to a point. Standards, I like to maintain that.

And needing proof on someones faith, NEVER feel that its wrong to want that. You cant expext a dog thats been kicked around it's whole life to automatically not cringe and get freaked out when you move your hand to pet it.

Cuts need to scar, and bruises need to heal. Faith has to be earned. It takes time. If someone wants faith right away not wanting to earn it... Well, there are plenty of fish in the sea but that one you caught or caught you may be toxic.

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she engendered you enter the center

2005-05-26T17:32:46Z

So she might join in
the joie de vivre,
tag your it
on the intro-
verted playing court-
ship lost at sea

corded in the belly
tug the loop,
gather the slack
(hopefully hooking delectable dish)
yielding crystal fish
who swims at just the right pace
fins flap rhythms
bidding her to dive in
holding her breath
she challenges ‘em

crack a ticklish whip
triple strength
where distance is defied by length
she asks the maned man,
‘leap through my ring of fire ’
or stitch licorice sticks
to blanket the flame,
the lady ’s dropped her fan
and

engenders you enter the center

hub of the tone wheel
spinning sacred sacral spark
of tummo tummy
static of the storm seeks
serenede of rhythm melodic,
calm the chaos,
ear-ily hypnotically erotic

erstwhile ’s absence begets silence
yet she hopes to find
in truancy ’s outa mind
she ’s still outa sight

rewind the twine to the sender
who reminds to remember

she engendered you enter the center

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Star Wars and insects

2005-05-24T17:53:31Z

I was talking shit about the people camping outside of movie theatres to see star wars... But then I thought, if the Beatles were all alive and playing a final show, I may go to those lengths.

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Electronic Space

2005-05-15T17:20:16Z

A one way mirror...
Can only reflect what I want to see.
I tap into cores and galaxies
Of poetry
Of whores
Of life
In my spaceship with
My sidekick click, "Mouse"
We travel, never weary
And safe.
Always safe
For I can always unplug.
I learn.
I laugh.
Sometimes I even love.
And then Ctrl Alt Del
That existence and start all over again
A new friend
Sight of site
My mouse
The second in command
And I...
Queen of Backspace
Safe.

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Red Eyes...

2005-05-13T01:54:54Z

Blood shot eyes
Another sleepless night
she's roaming in my head again
I want to blind my minds pupils just for a few hours of sleep
Cause may be then I can meet her in a dream
Spread my wings and fly away,
Towards the few hundred miles where she lays just as awake as me
Thinking about the exact same things
'Completing our embrace
'as fingertips would trace
'the outlines in our face
'then a kiss would end the chase

Oh no, we're not to close to tomorrow
And the weekend is nowhere near
When im there time is what I'll borrow
And in your arms I'll have no fear
You make me smile you make me think
Love is a sea and my boat will sink
I am the sailor, she is the maid
I'm drowning on purpose for your kiss to invade
I miss you, need you, I think that I love you
If ever we fuck i will be right above you
Your patient, I'm willing
Your company's filling
On top of it all your so pretty and tall
And here's the conclusion, i'm falling asleep
As I close my eyes you wouldn't hear a peep
I'm counting the hours till i'm kissing your face
And I hope that I dream I'm inside your embrace

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Ozymandias revisited

2005-05-12T16:59:05Z

Dig the grave of ancient times.
Exhume the myths beneath
the rock of bygone ages, all unearthed for speculation.
Hieroglyphs, the epitaph
upon the Pyramids
may infer the Sphinx could have seen the midnight glow
of a falling star disc that brought old gods to their temples.
Some try to solve the puzzled past.
Fort and Eric ask the question:

Are we alone, Ozymandias?

In answer, find the perfect song,
and strip it of its music,
then claim that you have found the perfect poem:
a metaphoric tribute to
the next dead civilization
that will lose where it has been to where it's going.

Like, perhaps the new gods lie
in cryogenic sleep,
their vaults behind a secret wall
beneath Area 51 (or Disney World.)

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Mainstream (3 verse edit)

2005-05-12T12:21:56Z

I sold my soul years ago, and discovered souls go cheap.
In a back road religion of the fast lane god, was the shepherd of strung out sheep.
We worshiped blindly, but our church was rock,
lived our prayers while our profits bled -
All was spent for an ascent on wings of decibels,
and other ways to get out of our heads.

Our choir, hard voiced screaming guitars, sang our praises home.
From the metal clergy, to the acid saints. May they reign forever over our bones.
“I will not sell out.” was our brethren vow, but our stoned wouldn’t turn to bread.
So we made our way to a greener place
to keep more than our spirits fed.

Still, I’d desecrate churches just to get to you.
Burn sermons as they’re screamed.
Ain’t what I do best, just what I do
to keep me from being
baptized in mainstream.

Well, they raised me up and they taught me to prey, me, a child of a lesser god.
I fell to my knees at the corporate alter, now I'm Bishop of Rebel Facade.
I'll pass the silver disk, and when heaven hits, there'll be millions in my hands.
We should remember this: the ground will shift if our faith is just a house on sand.

Still, I'd desecrate those churches just to get to you.
I'd be the devil's best wet dream.
Ain't what I do best, it's just what I do
to keep me from

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The archaeologist discovers Beat

2005-05-12T11:35:26Z

Well, I’m digging the digs, and I dig all who dig
that it ain't the destination,
but the journey, that's the trip.
If I turned you on, you might flip your wig
If I say
you just got to be -
don’t try to learn to be hip.

I'm down in the whole, just diggin' the digs.
The deeper the whole, the darker the digs.
The darker the whole, the deeper the digs.

I see a
Conservative generation,
no destroyed best minds
to pick up their spades.
Afraid of what they might find.
Hear 'em say:
"What's down there ain't too civilized."
Like, we got the best culture that money can buy.

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musings of a cashier

2005-05-12T03:17:57Z

ok heres a bit of freestyle, i started it at work:

been standing 6 hours now I'm starting to complain
bitchin at anyone checkin out in my lane
So I took some Advil so as not to be in pain
but it isnt really working and its driving me insene
1.5 times the 2 blue gels, you think would do the job
man how long does that take? Im starin down the clock.
Half an hour and no relief, what drugs can I take now
a double dose might do the trick but the managers would frown
I think I'm getting light now as my head it starts to spin
the carts pile up behind me, my eyes blur, my stomach swims
snap back into the moment as i look to see the time
not one minutes past, sanities fading fast, the people say I'm wasting their time, waiting in line, for the adjustment of my eyes.
Dont they realize?
I have to fantasize, if i want to survive, this mundane life.
Tell them their total and grab the cash, one more hour I think I can last,this man better stop hittin me with a cart in the ass, better give me his money and leave my presence fast, fore i bust a cap.
wish i had a cap.
then i might find a way, to get through the day, or at the very least know I could, hit a few if i really wanted to.
instead I'm stuck on register, thoughts of bein a murderer, face smiling like a sweet young girl, my toes curl, my fist is made, welcome to Costco how is your day?

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For Azeron

2005-05-11T06:52:33Z

Wanna know me?
Look between my sheets…
Of paper
Of prose
Of punctuation
Am I in love?
Am I a bitch?
Or on my
Period.
Comma,
Falsetto stance
My dance is for
Faulkner and
Frost
Always late 'cause
I'm lost in
Ages of pages
That you will
Never know.
So…
I need to know
Can you grow?
Or am I
Jerking off
To Bukowski…
AGAIN.

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Light

2005-05-11T06:50:53Z

He is light.
Taste, touch, sound.
Sleep, curve in curve.
Sinking deeper.
Manic.
Depth undulating.
Breath catching.
Pause.
Movement.
Silence broken by gasps.
Skin on skin.
Moments in pleasure.
Sweat, smiles, eyes.
Whispers.
Flight.
Nothing and everything.
He is light.
Soul seeking.
Mind wandering.
Caged, sleeping, awoken.
Breathing.
Touch.
Taste.
Again.
He is light.

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Dazed

2005-05-11T06:50:11Z

The limb was cut and my infected blood spills upon the floor / the pain hasn't hit the nerves yet / and the blood that is flowing is like a river pouring into an ocean of everlasting neverness / the disease will go away / with the tainted fluid that once allowed my being to feel satisfied//

I'm sickened that this infection took my drive away / my words wouldn't release / my hands almost lost their audible mysticism / but the intensity that's soon to come will be well worth it//

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2 new

2005-05-10T22:17:16Z

The Poet

Adversity has been the demise of many
who don't have the words.

Causing sickness
that swims inside.

They toss and turn; but still it burns
Seeking to ignite the tongue.

Forced in hard-swallows down,
leaving a bad taste in the mouth.

Brought to the edge with thoughts insane,
not knowing how to break free.

They are consumed by
what words release-in me.

----------------------------------

Insomnia

Vainly I plead
for few hours of sleep.
Mistakenly believing
that they will be sweet.
Finding once found,
more in the way of torture;
than not having them
had ever been.
Which of these 2 evils is less:
The lack of winks,
or the 'mares they possess?

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In your opinion, what are the BEST fucken love songs in your mind today?

2005-05-04T16:26:45Z

I need help making a mix CD. It's the modern version of the 80's mix tape. And any genre of music will do cause i like it all. And it can even be like heart-ache songs. Ok folks, activate those brain cells for me please ;)

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“Mend My Wings”

2005-05-01T18:21:30Z

I feel so lost and alone again.
Like my angel has ripped wings, and cannot fly to me.
Has some one put cigarettes out in your wounds?
I can feel it through me, the smell of burnt flesh, gruesome yet, taunting.
I wish I could just see your skin, or any part of you.
Some one has ripped my wings from me.
So, you have to come to me.
I want to feel my second heart beat.
I can feel my blood dripping down my back, and feel the stinging of an untamed pain.
Shackled to the ground, unable to fly, I can’t stand this, I miss the black of the night.
I want to see you tonight.
I’m crying alone, there are no more nights.
I hope one day this will end.
My hand clasps this glass.
On my last breath, do I dare take the chance?
No.
I want my last breath to be shared with yours.
I know I won’t see you tonight.
But can I have this dance?
My heart drops.
I’m my mourning for your love.
My hand drops the glass, Crash.
I’m losing my grasps on this life.
The sorrowing is killing any chance for me to be alive.
I feel so dead inside.
Yet, I’m alive, more so than I have ever been.
I’m alive but not complete.
As I wish to be.
I have you, but you’re not in my sights.
My hand falls to my side; my eyes see the mess I have made.
I just keep infecting my disease.
A broken down, sleazy sex movie scene.
Is what I leave behind me?
Yes.
I want my pool to stop rippling.
The waves are up setting the passengers.
All I can feel are the lonely souls, which live through me.
I pick up the broken glass, the shards cut my hands.
You’re my antidote.
But you’re off some where in the oblivion.
Can you pick up my wings?
Then come here, and seduce me?
I’m uneasy with confrontation.
That’s when I hit the ground and run.
My hands lay covered in a bloody mess.
The confrontations have ended.
Here I am again, stuck in my home made mess.
Please some one help me.
I’m lost in this maze.
I can not longer shun the demons away.
Or so it feels that way.
Find me.
So we can dance this last dance, one last caress, the forsaken touch.
Alas, all my unholy confessions.

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This lack of sleep & being too horny

2005-05-01T18:17:38Z

I tried, to close my eyes, 18 hours ago...
but my mind just wouldn't unwind and finally let go..
Torrents of imagination, sparks of alpha have shattered my peace
and now, I'm looking upon the day, with a new 8 hour lease..

Screw this mentality, I'm short fused and ready to gap
and push comes to shove, I might just throw a slap..
A slap to the surface of how close I am to delirious..
and everything just seems to be, too fucking serious...

I feel like the worlds gone mad, but just inside my head..
since I should have just crawled back into my warm bed..

I feel like I wanna just blow myself up..
with all of these feelings wanting to erupt..

I could spend the night gossiping over my latest hate
or about the public, to which I never can seem to relate..
I could spend the night, lost deep in your eyes..
but then, I'd just be feeding you a bunch of lies..

We know what I want.. and maybe that's just you..
so I got an extra 8 hours, baby.. whatcha wanna do?

(I love not sleeping, makes the world magical)
Danks

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Holy Moly

2005-04-28T05:59:05Z

We have to breathe
We have to move
We have to sing
We have to play
We have to give
We have to hunt
We have to learn
We have today...

Fuck you.
Dont tell me what to do

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Life...

2005-04-26T17:42:19Z

Owch. Mmmmmmm. GRrrrrrrrr
EWWW. YUMMM. FUCK. Yes... NOOOO
Fuck it. Ahhhhhhh

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"Control" (poem?)

2005-02-12T02:54:37Z

It's days like these
I wonder if I'm capable
of being "normal."

Last night I went on a date.
I hate the dating life
but it's kind of inavoidable if you ever want the all-illusive "relationship."

Anyway, last night was fine
but when I found myself in his bed in the morning
A sort of panic came over me.

All night I knew I didn't want this to happen
All night I was plotting my escape.
But he took me home and I was helpless.

I didn't drive this time,
but I knew I had to go.
I estimated the distance to my own home in my head
(and then I fled).

As soon as the opportunity presented itself
I stole down the stairs to collect my coat,
grabbed my purse and felt the accusing eyes of the family dog burning in my back.

She followed me for a few steps
but I closed the stairwell door,
softly so as not to be heard.

Then as quickly and quietly as I could
I retraced the map in my mind to the front door
(It was a big house).

I put my shoes on and with fear pumping in my chest
I slowly turned the door knob,
pulled open the heavy wooden door and prayed he wouldn't hear it closing behind me.

It was cold,
Snowy and slippery,
but I knew the comfort of my own bed was at most a mile away.

The first block and a half I shuffled
as hastily as I could
thinking it was only a matter of time before he noticed I was gone.

Crossing one side street
my scurrying pace bit me hard
the sidewalk came up to meet me and I skidded across the wet gravel.

My drunkenness hadn't worn off yet,
So thankfully I didn't really feel it.
But I bet I looked like a fool with the dark pattern of street moisture covering the front of my suede coat.

The blood on my hand hadn't phased me
my appearance didn't matter,
I had to get home, I was resolute in this sole purpose.

The bitterness of the dry air stung in my chest with every breath.
People in cars seemed to be laughing at me,
Or maybe they thought I was on my way to work "poor soul."

No one offered a ride
Not that I would if I were them.
I kept hunching my shoulders in an effort to conceal myself should he come looking for me.

"Please, please don't let him come looking for me," I thought.
I took winding paths that I knew he wouldn't travel,
wondering to myself what I would tell him tomorrow.

As I turned the corner of my block I felt a sense of accomplishment.
I had done it, I was home.
The sun was coming up and it was a new day.

Last night he said he understood that I had problems
He thought maybe he could help.
I wonder what he'll think today when he wakes up and I'm not there.

The phone rings and I send it to voicemail.
I know I'll have to explain eventually,
but for now I'm too busy enjoying the warmth of my solitude.

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and still i write

2005-02-08T10:17:28Z

Love/or/Luster

You say you miss me
but you cant be bothered
to come over.
You say you want me
but you cant find
the time to write.
You say it's killing you
but would it hurt to call?
You don't understand
how your intentions could be misconstrued
but you don't see you
the way I do.
When I don't get to see you so much,
when I've had the chance to not feel your touch.
You say a lot,
when you don't say what I want you to.
You don't have to tell me,
I know you won't.
When I say I love you,
you don't.
And you wonder how your intentions are misconstrued.
You think I hate you,
because I don't do
things I never did to begin with.
Things that were once
routine, on your daily list.
Since when did they become my to-do's?
Since I broke up with you?
It was your issues that brought the end.
I just had the balls to say it.
So now you say you want me
but what my love
did you do with me when I was yours?

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Dane Rudhyar on Poetry

2005-01-29T22:55:54Z

http://www.khaldea.com/rudhyar/concpoetry.shtml

Concerning My Poetry and Its Place in My Creative Activity
by Dane Rudhyar
From 1983
Previously Unpublished
Rudhyar's autobiography, Rudhyar: Person and Destiny, includes a number of sections dealing with the character and intent of his multifacted creative work in painting, music, poetry and astrology.
In Concerning My Poetry, Rudhyar places the poetic aspect of his creative activity within a social context, and shows the importance of poetry in his personal life and experience. Here Rudhyar also discusses the role poetry plays in culture and the role of the bard and poet in his society.

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anyone still here?

2005-01-18T00:05:25Z

:)
another...

thoughts of the obsessed

what are you doing
when youre not doing me
when Im sitting in silence
watching the screen
waiting to hear
the IM's ring
My eyes transfixed
starting to glaze
what holds your gaze?
Where is your attention
when mine is on you
would you rather not mention
what youve been up to?
Im holding my breath
hoping to hear
One word from you
could bring me to tears
or the absence thereof
may break me as well
where you are
i cannot tell
come back to me
and show you care
until you do
you hold me here.

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cosmic visions

2005-01-13T21:12:00Z

greetings and salutations,
here goes, my first offering to you, my erstwhile peers.

In this hole you bleed and breathe,
next door there you've ceased to be
In some worlds you never have been,
never known so not forgotten
Now and here I laugh and leap,
next door there my family weeps

Next door there I might have died,
but in this hole I laugh and cry
Is this my path? or is it there,
life is life what do I care
Next door there I might be dead,
but in this hole thoughts fill my head

Quantum visions swirl around,
worlds rise then die without a sound
Free to choose the path we take,
built on choice these lives we make
Each path I walk, this one here,
lets bravely tread, let others fear

disclaimer
this piece was also submitted on another poetry tribe

sam

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About poets...

2005-01-13T16:30:26Z

The poet makes himself a visionary; through a long, a prodigious, and rational disordering of all the senses. Every form of love, of suffering, of madness; he searches himself, he consumes all the posions in him, keeping only their quintessences...He arives at the unknown: and even if, half crazed at the end, he loses the understanding of his visions, he has seen them! Let him be destroyed in his leap by those unnamable, unutterable, and innumerable things: there will come other horrible workers: they will begin at the horizons where he has succumbed.

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The Doctor is "In"

2005-01-11T23:55:17Z

Lay back on the couch
close your eyes
think back
follow the winding paths of reason through the dark memories.

I am not a therapist
I speak to myself
I've stepped outside
to take a look at what I have become and perchance uncover why.

Recount to me
the memories
tell of all the scars
peel back the many layers of your twisted tangled psyche.

People disappointed you
most just wanted skin
jaded, values faded
you finally gave in, you gave up truth for a World of sin.

It wasn't you
not at first
then you fed
on their perversity, their desire gave you esteem time and time again.

You found a way
to hide the pain
to dull it
to stay sane, but alcohol was a temporary fix just to save face.

In all this
dissection
self discovery
can you find a cure, or let it go for now, simply compiling a list of excuses?

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Spin

2005-01-10T19:13:14Z

Spin

So close to the Silver Ring
Reach out and fall down
The Carousel keeps spinning
When finally holding the Ring
Fall down
Broken on the ground
To be still and among the Echoes of it all
Laughter, Crying
Nothing to say
For God’s sake, stay down

Hollywood Cannibal

Dreams are already broken
Wide eyed, they are so hungry
Streets are wide apart
As are their hearts
Giving their arm to feed themselves
Their hunger will be satisfied
When they are no more

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My Baby (or) So what have we learned about here...

2005-01-08T08:59:08Z

Why did we bother
making so many plans together?
we both prattled on
as we drove downtown
dreams for when the weather was better.

We both knew,
I did-didn't you?
those plans were lies.
They were a forecast
for the season
after ours would be over.

Maybe it just hurt too much to say.

Was it better to smile together,
than to face the fact of no future?
How I wish we didnt bother.
Then those things I wouldnt have to remember.

Our laughter then, brings pain forever
Now that the weathers changed
and our seasons over.
------------------------------------

(forgive the poor grammar)

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Standard Lie #3

2005-01-07T10:57:23Z

Standard Lie # 3

baby was great
sheets of fire
flesh of fire
O honey you
were great

tits like wine
silly weed
making me laugh

i swallowed
you whole
laughing

baby O baby
you were great
with the scream
& no
orgasm

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Poetry as Psychic Communion

2004-12-16T20:56:56Z

Poetry as Psychic Communion

tells me something i should know
of ghosts in my head

damn i got noisy neighbors
pounding all night long

living in that wicked state of
death

& these words that rhyme or don't
feeling their way blindly

to the truth

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Pyschedelic Dragon

2004-12-16T20:56:15Z

Pyschedelic Dragon

dragons bear black teeth
because of breathing fire

smiling is no great humor
for a psychedelic myth

leaves no great impression
in the non-believers eye

but if they frown & fly with
wings & tail & claw

a psychedelic myth is some
thing to behold

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love poem in lieu of sleep

2004-12-15T17:21:13Z

Imagine my surprise when we said our goodbyes
Arms\0/ stretched to the heavens grasping for yesterday's skies.
May # might, just once, manifest itself in such a way
So_/_\_ that we may lay together in a field of bluebonnets
Relishing sweet sonnets by neruda or cummings
Reestablishing our everlasting bond with cocoa and love songs
Yay! I will pray for that day; that thought will keep me warm through
Ice storms and cold nights,I will still be standing after most fights,
Landing on the ground and rolling on if not, caught in your
Orbit, feeling like i've been rewarded with this marvelous
View; enchanting; longing to comb your tides of hair
Earth, my mother, my world, my lover, my girl, please forever twirl
Yoga postures and sufi whirls foster my inner-strength
Opens my third eye and permits me to give thanks
Unrequited or mutual, loving you is never futile

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Social Disgraces

2004-12-07T14:58:34Z

fearful of the fearless
psychopahitic fronts to cover the trail
but your bunny trail is covered with claw prints
and Morton Salt isn't going to cover those tracks
I'm actually surprised that there are no tracks upon your arms
but judging by your skeletal build that'd be unlikely

wires and flesh unified by lotion, liquid courage, and damnations
soapy incantations would fix this problem
initiation would be beneficial
but that may interfere with dionysian pleasures
pleasures that prolong a longevity of lechery, gluttony, and sympathy

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A Song My Band Plays

2004-12-07T06:20:03Z

Striving for shadows
Searching Ive found one
I hide from the light
Just to live till tomarrow
Because Today is gone
All it brought was sorrows, you brought my sorrows

Go away, and leave me to die of a bleeding heart
Today, we will finaly tear apart

Racing the sunrise
I run to my bedside
And Kneel in the Darkness
Offering Prayers for my life
Because today is gone
All I found was sorrows you made my sorrows

Go away, and leave me to die of a bleeding heart
Today, we will finaly tear apart

And when you break my heart
Will the crying start?
And my hair you'll part to see my tears fall
And when you crush my dreams
Will I want to die?
Hang up the phone and cry
Is this our last call?
Was this our last call?
You were my last fall.

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And when the walls come crashing in..

2004-12-07T06:12:02Z

When we walked down by the water and our souls were one,
When we shared eachothers laughter and we were young,
Things were so simple and now so far away,
This is what I am left with at the end of the day.

And when the walls come crashing in on you,
This is what you do, this is what you do...
Think of me as I think of you,
And know that I love you... I love you.

Two bleeding hearts and room to breathe,
The things we have and nothing we need.
An empty feeling, lost and alone.
Scared and angry, stripped to the bone.
Standing in the middle of a storm,
With no way to tell which way is home.

And when these walls come crashing in on me,
This is what I see, this is what I see...
Everything I wanted- it was supposed to be...
It was supposed to be.

This is what I am left with at the end of the day.

And when the walls come crashing in on you,
This is what you do, this is what you do...
Think of me as I think of you,
And know that I love you... I love you.

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unrequited

2004-11-23T09:41:59Z

(tear it apart if you like)
----------------------------

As I feel the cool misty rain fall upon me,
I think about my future;
and I wonder if you'll be there with me,
if you'd even want to be.

I see the mason laying bricks;
building the walls around me-slowly,
and I realize the hands are mine.
It's always, only, ever been me;
and I wonder if that's how it should be.

Yet, the artist aches within me,
and if not for the lack of canvas I would be painting,
a representation of 2.
2 beings, 2 bodies, 2 orbs;
radiating towards each other,
in fresh wet paint between my fingers.
Feeling the heat of what to me-is you.
Is us.

You don't understand;
how can I expect you to?
I don't understand it myself.

When the walls I build keep growing,
and you don't oppose retreating.
Let me at least say one thing;
if time and distance and a life's experience,
should cause the walls' completion-
Don't be surprised if just for you,
I leave the front door open.

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form

2004-11-18T18:24:28Z

poetry
it always
makes more sense to me

secrets
draw you in
when whispers told

truth
is just a word
for what you want to believe

breath
is just one
gateway to your soul

stones
can bring
echos first love has learned

dirt
itself alive
just a moment ago

sound
forges the
doorway to your dreams

air
was poision
when our planet burned

thought
is quiet
quicksand beyond wealth

paint
escapes
illusion of dark memory

god
is nothing
short of your true self

love
wraped in
imagination's luxury

we
are all
the sunlight dancing dust

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I hear a wisper in her ear

2004-11-12T12:57:39Z

I hear a wisper in her ear
that speaks, out of air
breathless in her heart
beats passion that starts to flare
take care of her moments
they fleet and soar
like wings beating aganist the sand
the mounds move and flow
carving shapes and size
deep into her inner thighs
in the morning still
dew sprinkles glistening pearls
drops of water flood and fill
naked wonders that have long sought love
She is away from here
born of the stars
deep among the glow
lost in the show
I hear a wisper in her ear

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Victory, not Vengeance

2004-11-04T17:11:33Z

I will create my world on the basis of victory, not vengeance

I know that there is love in your heart
and i wish that you would give me peace
your love secretes turmoil
and i wish that you would flow forth peace
I despise that chaotic trait in your heart
and i wish that you would give me peace
I want to excrete that which pollutes your soil
but I don't have it in me to swallow demon seeds

I have to let you go
it's all part of the ebb and flow
my garden needs to flourish
and your presence unfortuantely has to perish
I'll never efface your remains
you had a positive effect in veins
but too much of your pain is something I refuse to stand for
and your remains will be scattered
in the name of victory, not vengeance

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Rumours

2004-11-03T22:04:46Z

The fly on the wall
Listens intently to the sermon on the mount

The king of kings sits
Upon his throne of mud

The goddess sprinkles embryos
Between the sheets at night

The buddha sage and silent
Rests inside the treetops

Thor is caught in between
The wrong and right of love

The butterfly is queen
And beautiful to the touch

Maniacs and madmen are watching
The floods rumble loose the cannons

Ares without a thought
Casts out stones of gold

The gladiator stumbles
In the field of blood

Broken-hearted sirens
Mumble tears of joy

The almighty moves
Heaven and earth to teach the stars

And the nightingale sings
A lullaby that dreams

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Yuppie

2004-10-25T17:10:57Z

Black hair and blue eyes
I bet you got your daddy’s good looks
Mommy’s skewed view on reality
Your manners from the wait-staff
You couldn’t say “excuse me”?
Sorry I ruined your perfect day
Don’t look confused by everyday courtesy
Wouldn’t want you to use your million dollar education for actual conversation
Might hurt your pretty little brain
Nice suit by the way
Crimson should be on it
You know your jaw looks perfectly breakable?
But I won’t use my knuckles on a face like yours
Wouldn’t want you to have to get another nose job
Next time watch where you’re walking
Have a nice day

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unpredictable intent

2004-10-21T09:35:50Z

caught in communication lines
gone fishing
crippled by wishing
a lure dropped deep
chasing the chance of missing
yet clinging to keep
afraid to look
what the hook
will reap

fire instills
singed questions
of intents distilled
defying impressions

insist
magnetic resonance
harmony can't exist
without dissonance
unclench the fist
to defy resistance
by
baiting the prey,
alluring polar precision
of scales portrayed
embracing indecision

in a wish
this fish
balanced and weighed
is hooked
in order to persist
twisting to obey
impermanence's theme:
...that what we deem
may be torn
at the seams
to weave the fabric
of what we dream...

caught in communication lines
gone fishing
crippled by wishing
a lure dropped deep
chasing the chance of missing
yet clinging to keep
afraid to look
what the hook
will reap

fire instills
singed questions
of intents distilled
defying impressions

insist
magnetic resonance
harmony can't exist
without dissonance
unclench the fist
to defy resistance
by
baiting the prey,
alluring polar precision
of scales portrayed
embracing indecision

in a wish
this fish
balanced and weighed
is hooked
in order to persist
twisting to obey
impermanence's theme:

...that what we deem
may be torn
at the seams
to weave the fabric
of what we dream...

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oil is boiling under our skin

2004-10-21T04:34:37Z

Big Oil is getting under our skin
blood burns to boils
as the collective mother toils in turmoil
as the young loose lives to what is under soil
as we watch our children die
collective nature screams and elders cry
once government was sly
now we can't deliver them from sin
as citizens we're next of kin
how can we open the door to freedom without the cash to let us in
where the fuck do we begin
to shift the flow of power
in the condescending shower
of the right wing campaign
it's clear they're clinically insane

Should we find ourselves with no allies
would it really be a surprise
with years of sanctions and indignation
what do we need to understand this altercation
as bullies in a global playground
pushing countries and their people around
when their governments are no protection
some of them with out any election
armed only with dictators and nightmare regiems
how is it (it seems) that they are to live
when we take away what we should give
when the children starve
in the hearts and minds we carve pain and distain
when at the table our elected officials drink champagne
and private corporations are trying to own water rights
and what if a fire ignites
in your little village

Do you rape and pillage
the earth in your anger
or just because you can you corporate gang bangers
you privatizing pirate short changers
you should be hung out on a hanger
you're dripping blood all over the place
the blood of innocent civilians what a disgrace
don't put a bag over your head show your face
and halliberton rakes in the dough
and chaney's puppet master again to put on the show
little bush on his knee
rumsfeld smiling with glee as he's counting his millions he keeps on collecting
meanwhile our government is neglecting its desperate soldiers
if they're lucky they continue to get older

Government taking away from the V.A.
slashing health benefits as soldiers are under fire
so some abhorrent men can retire
rich old white dastardly bastards
you think you've all mastered the key to the castle
but I can't wait to you reach (implausible really for you guys) heavens gate
and Saint Peter sends you back down to the hell you create
your prison cell won't be gold plated
and you may just be castrated or cremated
to transmute your vile nature
in our new age there's no place for you no nomenclature
so you will be displaced from science and history
though your story we shall always remember
we will not live this again and see more lives dismember
into burning ember and ashes
just the thought of you breaks our group mind into rashes
oil getting under our skin
you will never again kill our kin
because we will remember where we have been

By now we've traded in your lies for our truth and consciousness to flower
you fell off your own tower
of false supremacy
the ancient ones inside us see
who you really are
draconian lizards in human attire
your words written in blood -patriot act- soon to expire
THE FORCE IS NOW WITH THE LIGHT
THIS IS THE END OF YOUR EVIL EMPIRE

Call out the posing king and all of his men
this right here is my moment of zen
"Sires" I say "your noses grown long and your pants are on fire
and I'm sorry to say the water to put out the flames
is written in a deed of the public name
and you have been burning us so long
by the time we have reached your swan song
so here we are with flames headed towards your knees
remember what you suggested we do to the trees
so the fire doesn't spread
opps - your power went to your head
but really, we don't want you dead
because after all you've had your fall
and know as the light force we heed the call
to compassion and peace
so fellas you will cease
to have your burning feet
for it is safer for us all if you are wheeled around
and your feet don't touch the ground
and we will keep our eyes on your fingers which have come close to the button
and we will hold in our minds of your greed you old glutton (s)
because you can not touch the ground you can not drill anymore for oil
and now disappear the boiling blood under our skin

And you can no longer commit sin
in the name of your father white collar
and what once was the almighty dollar
Now are collars are full spectrum colors of the rainbow
and seeds of harmony and love we sow
We pray for you to learn and to grow
to evolve
you have been absolved
the darkness is dissolved
the light rays shine breaking through
opening us into the common guru
and spiritual guide
we coincide with starry eyed
magical beings
now that it is the truth that we're seeing

Our bloods not boiling under our skin
and human skin is just a body suit that holds us in
where we begin is from the core within
and now we ever expand as our god selves step in.

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