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    Nothing is convincing,
    not even the implausible way you move through life
    like a kitten being born in an exploding spaghetti factory.

    This idea of yours
    is like some kind of irritating disease you've come down with,
    or a nervous disorder, a mental form of diaper rash as it were.

    Worse is the obscenity,
    of your enthusiasm for patterns left behind on used dinner plates,
    which any dignified person would be embarrassed to admit to.

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    piano keys in my head
    wonderfully saddening
    painfully artistic
    arthritic movements of the soul
    aging and deteriorating with every moment
    the moments are practiced, alone in the dark
    to find perfection we isolate our selfs
    the world is a distraction it seems
    perhaps we better rid ourself of such a thing, if we are to be perfect
    "it`s not me it`s the world with the problem"
    piano keys inside my mind
    are wearing out with the passage of time
    the electricity of the modern world, is killing classical
    note by note the guillotine creeps
    slowly downward until the final verse
    one last sorrow filled note to end existence

    what i used to be will pass away and then you`ll see that all i want to know is happiness for you and me...

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    these are a whole lot of fun to read


    The past is like a drying refrigerator magnet,
    not the soiled one, but the one fondly growing
    as the birds begin robustly against the window.

    Items are the wavering of encroachment
    fashioned through a mold, the key
    is flicked aside by more mighty imaginings
    than those yellow slippers resting like arms
    of a fur covered chair, not sleeping
    but in cold anticipation, shuddering without
    weeping as the kitchen plasters itself to the floor.



    and to write
    and somehow a dog
    has taken itself & its tail considerably away
    into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
    behind: me, wag.
    - John Berryman

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    As he would sit and contemplate
    About the vices that were stopping fate
    He failed to see the monster's face
    Stuck, spiraling throughout his conscious state
    The very same which daunts escape

    The walls swirled as the whole world turned inward
    The numbness would circumvent learned sin words
    In spite, this light resembled burned vinyards
    A waste the taste of which was heard in verse
    Like Sandoz ripped your hands off. Earn; get yours!

    As the boat rolled on and night of cold turned dawn
    The host made toasts of moonshine with twin deuce signs
    Yes, the note holds charms; fact's that the joke rose arms
    The egg yolks that AIDs broke left children supine
    Actions caused no harm, but made the cards alarmed

    As they became perturbed by 4 As and a jester
    The fleeting rain disturbed and made bleating pain deserved
    The heating feigned perverse thoughts of reading, brains, and work
    Conquer the order, brought by the former, chained and hurt
    Life is like a box of chocholates, then you're shamed in dirt
    I think if you make a signature, you should inspire some emotion in someone else. I also think it would be pretentious for me to think I could do that.

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    It's become lighter in the garden.
    I'm sorry, what did you say?

    I said it's lighter now outside
    Maybe I'll go out and work on the sculpture of the Vantage Point.

    He stepped out, taking her pink sunglasses.
    And seemed to be followed by a trail of lizardly ineffable irritations.

    Real insects approached the honey jar militarily.
    She wrote a note, appended with an obscene sketch.

    If you get a rude message in the mail,
    Please put it in your darkest place. Consider it to be from me.
    Last edited by blp; 03-13-2008 at 08:19 AM.

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    Dear Members,
    Nick Adams win hands down here according to me.Any imgery that is zig zag will fit in perhaps.Runaway thoughts are weird perhaps.Here is one from me not to be counted out.
    A crazy game this.
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    Out goes the finger and the replay shows him a little doubtful,

    What game is this?Is this Cricket?

    That creature that tweeks at nights'creek,creek',

    How does the name came to be a sport?

    Cricketing fraternity will ask the cricket,

    That tweeks at night and you might know,

    Round and round I talk about the Cricket but it is a game you know!

    Out ,the forum will tell me now and I will doubt the replay.

    Weird,I tell you this cricket,the creature and the game too.

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    You're so right to give belated kudos to Nick Adams, VJ. I meant to mention it myself, in fact, thought I had.

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    Stupor colours lids
    sludge coloured

    Mad dog behind door
    of eyes

    Affect me not
    Forget-me-not

    In this chair in
    this room is old with it

    Touch off
    Touch out

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    Ode to a table

    Oh table! Oh table!
    Your four legs sublime
    I have but two
    How I wish you were mine!

    Oh table! Oh table!
    I am but a chair
    Oh superior furniture
    How can I compare?!

    Oh table! Oh table!
    Covered with cloth
    I can but admire
    And oh, how far off!

    Oh table! Oh table!
    Your four legs sublime
    I have but two
    How I wish you were mine!

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    Ravens 021

    Here is one of mine. Is it weird? What's weird?

    Code:
    hear the dogs barking 
    in the undergrowth 
    
    fenris 
    
    watch the dogs playing 
    with their sense of self 
    
    fenris 
    
    watch the shadows cast 
    doglike in the cave 
    
    fenris 
    
    and all at once, see 
    
    fenris
    Enjoy.
    se non e vero, e molto ben'trovato

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    Cosmonaut
    Man

    Mond is Welt

    Head upon a page

    Pincer cup caught
    cough and collapse

    Fingers fill out coverlet

    Half knot
    Half thought

    Dream picture
    brought

    Thumbprint
    whistles in doorway

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    Along that line of
    the valley, trees, the cats
    muddy against the green and bloody
    fangs, folded hands, businesslike about killing
    curl into the cabin in a line like a trail of wriggling stones
    fleas scattering along their backs.

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    Disappear into the ink-well
    The think-well
    The drink-well
    The…the…
    The…

    Ah yes, the ink-well

    Dip your self into it
    Into the dark-ness
    The stark-ness
    The arch-ness
    Of this great and present
    Dark-ness

    Indulge your captors
    Dive into the deep-pit
    The steep-pit
    The sleep-pit
    Bathe within the ink-well

    You will never go else-where
    Pulse-where
    False-where
    Let this night become you
    The dark-ness
    Ink-well
    Deep-pit
    Bathe in the beauty
    Of this steep and endless night
    "I’ve tasted all the sweetest creams
    and danced with daisies in dazed delight;
    sunny skies pervade my dreams
    and light the dark of earthly scenes..."

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    Quote Originally Posted by Sarasvati21 View Post
    Disappear into the ink-well
    The think-well
    The drink-well
    The…the…
    The…

    Ah yes, the ink-well

    Dip your self into it
    Into the dark-ness
    The stark-ness
    The arch-ness
    Of this great and present
    Dark-ness

    Indulge your captors
    Dive into the deep-pit
    The steep-pit
    The sleep-pit
    Bathe within the ink-well

    You will never go else-where
    Pulse-where
    False-where
    Let this night become you
    The dark-ness
    Ink-well
    Deep-pit
    Bathe in the beauty
    Of this steep and endless night
    Im literally smiling right now. that was uplifting. for i don't know why. its rhythm i think. Makes me wanna jive.

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    'Not I,' said the cat. Sarasvati21's Avatar
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    Well, now I'm smiling, Mantis. thanks!
    "I’ve tasted all the sweetest creams
    and danced with daisies in dazed delight;
    sunny skies pervade my dreams
    and light the dark of earthly scenes..."

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