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Post by FinnAgain on Apr 3, 2004 3:44:37 GMT -5
walking on teh breeze Newer than Neo and fuck you too if you get in my way: re-centered, Power and Flow. Remember
teh Devil's in teh details: don't sweat teh small stuff
Unreachable ideas: mental cyanide, teh good is that which can be reached, opium fantasies need not apply
Realpolitik and teh velvetine knife: look like teh innocent flower but be teh serpent beneath it, learn from teh lady, don't protest too much, become your own justification.
Get teh gist, become teh messenger: teh Lord of Force and Fire is not taken to whispering, do or do not
useful machines: you are an end in and of yourself in precisely teh manner in which you force your importance upon Universe fail, and you are wormchow
teh Devil gives great head: If you aren't good, at least be good at it
Life is short: let me be judged for what I am, and burnt by my own flame
Mechanimal Animals: time, space, thought, life, wuv, reality are not what you have been told evolve or die
All my words are lies: and my tongue is honey soft
teh Lord of Kingdom Come: you dance to teh music of spectral pan pipes whether your god is Joshua ben Joseph or teh information inherent in a one dollar bill or a brain tumor
Afraid to fly you cling to teh roots of trees: earthy support for your clutching grasping hands I too can plant trees my hungry sheep
Leadership for teh masses: teh steel of axiom and teh blade of law, teh whip upon your back and their brand on your flesh
Orgy on Olympus torn between Jupiter and Apollo mother is teh best bet and don't let teh devil draw you too fast
Fever Slicked Palms: smell your lover breathe in teh night air, lungs burn with teh hunt
Balefire: I am that I am, I own that space which I hold
teh Rod of Law: Who else is teh Autarch but a man who declares himself Autarch and forces Universe to believe it through sheer force of Will?
teh Mantle Esoteric: I will lead you in, I will open teh doors I will lead you to my New Jerusalem
teh Ultimate Show: Wide eyed and blood thumping just try to keep up with me
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Post by that's so raven! on Apr 5, 2004 9:52:02 GMT -5
wo0t! I found my old poems. This one's called "Roger", 'cause well, it's about a guy named Roger. ~~~ even after hours of listening still my foe still thrusting angled limbs into pale space making mild gestures with frantic eyes still a big gigantic head of nothing but noises still-disembodied cockroach no one understands still huge and looming on teh horizon still struggling in teh bells of insecurity hinged to frail weeping flour figures still expl0ding in uncertain passion TOUCH ME! LOOK! LAUGH! HATE! wuv! KILL! REACT!~~~ [edit] curse you, odin. exploding, indeed!
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Post by that's so raven! on Apr 5, 2004 11:27:19 GMT -5
as I suspected, finding those put me in a poetic mindscape... I'll name it later. ~~~ someday, time will come in through teh window & curl up beside you in your morning sheets you’ll unravel your limbs from your pale mistake and turn over and lose your breath in teh steel of its eyes. every song you never heard crying soft & clear within you every touch & every smile that never found you there alight rushing like blood outta sight & away watch it through trembling hands you have seen your wings they have just unfolded and resigned themselves gently to teh floor. ~~~ bleh. I wrote it too fast.
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Post by that's so raven! on May 2, 2004 5:28:44 GMT -5
I gripped teh edge of my faded dream & bade it well and there you were a dark smile in teh clouds, soft emblem of elusion and so we sat grinning mildly at our hands afloat on nonchalance & under a shade of unspoken words hanging like gnats in teh air
in teh end we imparted nothing, & I was glad you didn't look close enough to see teh blood
and after drifting for some time in teh echo of your presence I awoke to what I've always known pulled myself up outta your eyes dried off and breathed until I noticed teh world again.
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Post by FinnAgain on May 13, 2004 21:39:04 GMT -5
bad moon clouds racing teh season of bridge burning stale smoke midday breeze
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Post by FinnAgain on May 16, 2004 4:23:02 GMT -5
'neath cherry blossoms
‘neath cherry blossoms in a flurry a soft storm
stood smoking a cigarette back to teh tree smoke, curling, slowly.
nursing old thoughts tasting departed days musing over undiscovered ways
‘neath cherry blossoms in a flurry a soft storm
swimming softly starlight glimmer wide eyes shimmer
cadence quickens breath is drawn yet before too long teh breath has gone
‘neath cherry blossoms in a flurry a soft storm
summer swelter winter white by and by and through and through round and round there’s nothing new
fledgling’s flight autumn’s bite teh song is carried on teh laughing breeze gets lost, stilled, outta time, leaves.
‘neath cherry blossoms in a flurry a soft storm
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Post by FinnAgain on Jun 25, 2004 4:13:12 GMT -5
dreaming through teh stream and going somewhere slow and slowly going mad and softly going under
you wake up suddenly to an acrid dawn with tears of past bonfires and ashes of teh past
ringing your tired eyes in teh stony twilight or a grey and gloamy dawn
dozing in teh embers of an embattled sun frought with luciferian ambition and lacking good sense
waking, walking through teh sluggish glowing of a fragile nascent light
dozing slipping through teh worklong day with money in your pocket and dreams in your TV
clock in with teh kids as you sit down for yet another fucking casserole
Tee Vee and a fuck after a beer and observing teh kids
relinquish will to teh void for another night of sound, sound, sound Sleep
(Fear teh Pink, hate teh MeHum, Death To All Fanatics!!)
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Post by FinnAgain on Jun 25, 2004 4:20:45 GMT -5
Postmodern tripple post mwahahahah hah ha
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Post by isa2525 on Jun 28, 2004 21:41:11 GMT -5
Lost
He left me a letter, faded and forgotten in teh bottom drawer. Yellowed and torn a message from teh grave. Crumpled up like a lost prayer To a God he hated. His scrawling handwriting Crawled across teh pages. My own tears had smeared teh clarity of his thoughts, his bravery to pull teh trigger. I could almost see his eyes glaze over, Body slump, and slide to teh floor. teh blood having painted a red fresco behind him.
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Post by FinnAgain on Jun 29, 2004 6:48:53 GMT -5
Stars' dark Moon's light unreflected, bright
Dawn's delay Child's play won't stay to see another day
Spring-time rot Broken legged trot no two ways about it, this is what you got
Mouth is on Mind is gone never once stopped to consider, emotion's pawn
Hermit-crab majestic Dull, done, domestic lord of a fallow land, and just sick
Sunrise at midnight Murder of crows takes flight and teh horses break free and eat their riders tonight
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Post by porno librarian on Jun 29, 2004 15:48:19 GMT -5
No fanfare No drums No trumpets Not even a tambourine
No "smash hit" No Broadway musical No Las Vegas showgirls Not even a Behind teh Music
No national holidays No monuments No parades Not a single decree
But I am happiest Just to sweat invisible with you
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Post by FinnAgain on Jun 29, 2004 16:30:08 GMT -5
No fanfare No drums No trumpets Not even a tambourine No "smash hit" No Broadway musical No Las Vegas showgirls Not even a Behind teh Music No national holidays No monuments No parades Not a single decree But I am happiest Just to sweat invisible with you awwwwwwwww!!! ~glomps~ (what? Glomps is too poetic!!!)
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Post by isa2525 on Jul 1, 2004 14:16:50 GMT -5
I saw him across teh street. Our eyes met, staring past teh traffic. teh yellow taxis teh monstrous buses failed to curve our attention. We ignored teh broken bottles and garbage round our feet. teh anger of teh honks and yells could not ruin this moment. Finally you took a puff of your cigarette, throwing it on teh ground. teh rubber of your sole killed teh already dying embers. And I, took one last sip of my lukewarm coffee, and walked away.
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Post by TrigunAce on Jul 1, 2004 21:23:32 GMT -5
ok i wrote this poem a couple of years ago as a wuv stricken teenager for my girlfriend When I DreamWhen I dream, I dream of your beautiful eyes, And your lips that always smile. I dream of your hair, That is so long and fair. I dream of your hands, That I wish I could hold. I dream of wuv, I dream of you. ok like i said *wuv stricken teenager* its to lovey dovey for me now and i was probably on vicadin when i wrote it...stupid accident...i hated having to take those damn pills...i was always stone cold stupid when i was on them.
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Post by TrigunAce on Jul 14, 2004 13:50:58 GMT -5
Spinning
Spinning Never Stopping Always Moving
Spinning In Circles In My Mind
Spinning Confused By Pain Confused By Anger
I Am Always Spinning
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