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    The Death of Etan Patz by PrinceMyshkin



    A spider drops
    from a web
    slung across the corner
    of a basement room,
    and scurries away.

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    'Unswallowed' by JerryBaldy

    Its all too beautiful
    To mean nothing
    Erectile tissue
    Pre come
    The angels that flap their wings
    As your labia
    Blossom
    The spermatazoa
    Unswallowed
    That will make little Charlie
    And make us whole
    Its all too beautiful
    Pass me tissues
    I love yous
    Only the gods up above
    Could have gave us so much love
    Turn me on
    Tell me how you masturbated
    Your fingers
    Were the holy ghost
    Come walk with me in daffodils
    Lets screw amidst the yellow
    There is more to life
    The poet writing you words
    The artist painting your pastels
    The office creep
    Massaging your ego
    They all want to do you
    It’s a great sunset
    I could sell tickets
    Gods are dead
    It’s a lonely rock
    Ruled by
    some f uckers c ock.

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    Thank you Silas. You never can tell what will end up here

    For those who believe,
    no explanation is necessary.
    For those who do not,
    none will suffice.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Jack of Hearts View Post
    The Death of Etan Patz by PrinceMyshkin



    A spider drops
    from a web
    slung across the corner
    of a basement room,
    and scurries away.
    This indeed is beautiful, and so sad. I've been following the whole Etan Patz case as of late.. reading everything on it.. for some reason I am so torn over this boy and the crime that occurred so many years ago, and also intrigued by the case...

    Thanks for sharing, Jack. And thanks for writing, Prince.
    "All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours." -Aldous Huxley

    "Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires." -William Blake

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    Quote Originally Posted by PoeticPassions View Post
    This indeed is beautiful, and so sad. I've been following the whole Etan Patz case as of late.. reading everything on it.. for some reason I am so torn over this boy and the crime that occurred so many years ago, and also intrigued by the case...

    Thanks for sharing, Jack. And thanks for writing, Prince.
    Thank you, PoeticPassions. One of the scariest things about that episode is that we all share something of Pedro Hernandez' make-up and
    we each of us have been or might yet be an Etan Patz.

    P.S. I noticed in your profile that one of your favourite books is Tender is the Night, as it is one of mine, but I very seldom see mention of it. When I picked up William Styron's Lie Down in Darkness years ago, I was struck by a metric similarity in the title with title of the Fitzgerakd novel though I can't remember any parallels in the novel itself - although I thought it fine.

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    'To L' by DocHeart

    I promise you there is a future;
    Not evident behind my smoke, perhaps,
    But every bit as real as fragrant skin
    Which patiently awaits undressing.

    Inside its veins flows a magic fluid
    Which can light up your cities
    If you drink it; And if you bathe in it,
    The itching of a hundred yesterdays dies.

    It's all in white now; look, it has wings.
    A far cry from the devil you imagined.
    Why don't we take it to bed with us
    I can kiss it. You can drink it.

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    Quote Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin View Post
    Thank you, PoeticPassions. One of the scariest things about that episode is that we all share something of Pedro Hernandez' make-up and
    we each of us have been or might yet be an Etan Patz.

    P.S. I noticed in your profile that one of your favourite books is Tender is the Night, as it is one of mine, but I very seldom see mention of it. When I picked up William Styron's Lie Down in Darkness years ago, I was struck by a metric similarity in the title with title of the Fitzgerakd novel though I can't remember any parallels in the novel itself - although I thought it fine.

    Yes, it is true what you say about Etan and about Pedro.... I guess it is difficult for us as human beings to accept a crime without a clear motive... The absurdity in it, or the senselessness...

    And yes, I have not yet encountered someone who notes Tender as one of their favorite novels. I have read several Fitzgerald works and tend to think that Tender is the best (I've read it twice... but the two readings presented quite a different experience). What is it about the novel that you love?
    I haven't read Lie Down in Darkness, but you are right about the metric similarity of the title... I wonder if the author was aware of it.
    "All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours." -Aldous Huxley

    "Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires." -William Blake

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    'of emptiness and light' by firefangled

    how glorious
    to be made
    of small things,
    the light passes
    through us,
    even in the shade
    we shine, we glow
    silently to eyes,
    so made of waves,
    like fields of grass,
    the finest soil,
    and those in which
    the oceans rise.

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    'The Moon and the Tree' by DocHeart

    "I'm tired," sighed the moon,
    Pale and waning,
    And leant to the right
    To rest its back
    On dark branches
    That reached up
    To receive it.

    "Rest here," cooed the tree,
    "I've doused my leaves
    In the rare moisture
    Of eyes that see your golden skin
    And cry."

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    'City of Mind' by firefangled

    Some day there will be a city,
    the moonlight will bring
    while we are sleeping.

    There children are parents,
    strong and wise, and you
    will watch them make worlds.

    Their energy will be yours
    from many years, flowing back,
    a reflection you may refuse,

    but you’ll feel it is your own
    sweet youth, which never left,
    but was borrowed for awhile.

    In this city, I will be with you,
    a husband, and we will walk,
    along a path or beach or street

    with great beauty. Clouds will
    shade our eyes, as a pure rain
    falls on flowers no one picks,

    because they are everywhere,
    and everyone simply is in love.

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    Man firefangled is god... I mean good***
    My hide hides the heart inside

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    His work is nothing short of fantastic.







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    What a poem! Fire! I fell in love with it!!!!

    Quote Originally Posted by Jack of Hearts View Post
    'City of Mind' by firefangled

    Some day there will be a city,
    the moonlight will bring
    while we are sleeping.

    There children are parents,
    strong and wise, and you
    will watch them make worlds.

    Their energy will be yours
    from many years, flowing back,
    a reflection you may refuse,

    but you’ll feel it is your own
    sweet youth, which never left,
    but was borrowed for awhile.

    In this city, I will be with you,
    a husband, and we will walk,
    along a path or beach or street

    with great beauty. Clouds will
    shade our eyes, as a pure rain
    falls on flowers no one picks,

    because they are everywhere,
    and everyone simply is in love.

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    Congratulations, Doc, it's wonderful!
    Quote Originally Posted by Jack of Hearts View Post
    'The Moon and the Tree' by DocHeart

    "I'm tired," sighed the moon,
    Pale and waning,
    And leant to the right
    To rest its back
    On dark branches
    That reached up
    To receive it.

    "Rest here," cooed the tree,
    "I've doused my leaves
    In the rare moisture
    Of eyes that see your golden skin
    And cry."

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    This poem is breathtaking! excellent!

    It is by DieterM:

    Morning in 127 BPM

    … with boom boom boom,
    progressive instants hammer out
    of little plastic balls
    in ears smelling of citrus,
    synthetic cadences beating the day,
    percussing streets and houses
    while my feet move on and on,
    the morning freshness bearing
    promises of smould’ring hours to come,
    and cars, unheard, slow down, accelerate,
    and on I walk and on and on,
    reality framed into one hundred
    and twenty seven fragments every minute,
    while sentences and pictures
    swirl around the think tank,
    bumping into one another,
    Spain is burning, how to barbecue a pizza,
    and those 8,000 from Peugeot
    soon to be unemployed,
    and have I put my keys into the bag?,
    and boom boom boom, I march,
    light, shadow, light,
    a city portion flickers by
    in boom boom boom three steps,
    I cross two handsome men,
    unsmiling, yet their pectorals
    under taut shirts put me
    in a state of pure euphoria,
    a couple, hand in hand, walks by,
    leaving a wafting trail of
    CK eternities playing with Givenchy,
    and boom boom boom,
    the road is long but
    distance insubstantial
    while the music blares…

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