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    Hi Jack.

    Don't say that on an airplane.

    Good.

    Your writing is good my friend.

    As for me, weak these days, though I'm oddly proud of "Don't go back on your normal hard."
    Last edited by jajdude; 10-29-2011 at 03:13 AM.

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    Quote Originally Posted by osho View Post
    can I express myself through poems
    This imprisons me into nonsense
    Life is not a poem
    Neither dry prosaic stuff
    We love mimicking
    In a world of arrogance

    If mimics defines my aptitude
    I get crippled
    Since I rise a little above
    And beyond these cocoons
    I neither write poetic stuff
    Nor anything dulling like prosaic nonsense

    I hail from a different territory
    You can call it magical
    I write to conjure up your mind
    And fire your dull senses
    You can call me poet
    Not in the usual sense
    This made me feel bad. I felt like a handicapped dude in a chair. Was that your intent? It was good writing. I just wonder what was the intended effect.

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    I Want You

    I want you to take it all way from me,
    strip me down of all those dirty memories,
    broken inside, I need the touch of your hands
    to reconstruct me as I begin to fall apart.
    May the brush of your lips hold me together,
    tear away these conflicted emotions,
    haunted by faces of a time long past, but now
    I desire it may be only you and I crave
    you to crash into me like a tidal wave,
    pulled asunder in the tides of your violent passion,
    rip me out of this world into your unrelenting embrace.
    If you allow me to turn back I fear I will shatter where I stand,
    broken shards of glass, reflections of my soul,
    I want only for you to hold me together with the
    force of your presence, and hungry need
    and I will bury myself inside of you,
    devour me completely and let me hold you
    until you begin to bleed.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe

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    swiflty you leave,
    the door's ajar
    ready for you
    to make your way
    out of this place
    exit is signed,
    the door's has sighed
    your steps afar
    a shadow lane
    a road appear
    rubbles and stones
    are there to turn
    while you walk up
    your time ahead
    be quick to cross
    or else it's dust
    you may unturn!
    Last edited by cacian; 11-28-2011 at 06:20 AM.
    it may never try
    but when it does it sigh
    it is just that
    good
    it fly

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    Am I to be broken again?

    This I cannot allow
    for I am formed of
    stronger stuff than that.

    My mind is titanium
    and hot iron pumps
    through my blood

    forging steel in my bones
    if looks could kill
    I would have laser eyes
    and even still like Medusa
    I can stop you in your tracks.

    Frozen in your dirty cage
    there is mercury dripping
    from my lips ready to pulse
    through your veins.

    I know this all must be
    a mistake but no longer
    shall I be content to sit
    in glass towers waiting
    for the walls to crumble
    leaving me exposed.

    So if I must see your death
    to preserve this running insanity
    which keeps me alive,
    than we shall play our black widow
    games.

    For I am too strong to die
    and throw myself away
    I have not the weakness to
    grant nor beg forgiveness
    so instead we shall impale
    ourselves upon wrath
    and vengeance.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe

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    You make it as you go, and is that not so?
    Is that not how the world flies?
    They fly, and they don't know a thing.
    We do this, every damn day.
    And you know it.

    Every god damn day.

    Make it up as you go.
    Last edited by jajdude; 12-10-2011 at 01:59 AM. Reason: typos

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    all formulas dissolve
    in the the carbonation of your fears
    holed up with vodka
    and a keyboard
    you thought the world was at your fingertips
    but when you stepped out upon it
    it closed up around you
    like a venus flytrap
    or night springing up around you
    or a nightmare drawn from the recesses
    of ancient creataceous mass
    prayer dies on your lips
    but unbeknowst to you
    the tools of your hands and
    the calculations of your heart
    will see you through
    this mucky swamp

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    "The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its' own reason for existing." ~ Albert Einstein
    "Remember, no matter where you go, there you are." Buckaroo Bonzai
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    the traitor's gate
    shouted a voice
    could it be real?
    the Tour of kings
    slender and fit
    refrain from sins
    traitors are nought
    passed and away
    the gates are strength
    free from the lires
    stainless is steel
    brass handled keys
    guard this attire
    kingdom is throne!
    Last edited by cacian; 12-14-2011 at 02:33 PM.
    it may never try
    but when it does it sigh
    it is just that
    good
    it fly

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    And so she fell down, she fell, like a rock that dropped from the sky,
    like a word that stayed too long and broke your heart.
    It was painful, because you cared too much.
    You'll pay for that, the caring too much.

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    One of the things this reader likes about your poems is that they don't sound like anybody else. But many of them read like a tired man.






    J

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    We all wore each other as wine-glasses
    And broke the shatters of shards upon
    Our heads when the liquor seemed to cease,
    Drinking the iron-wine of our veined casks;
    If only to live a while longer,
    If only to whelter in the drunken tree
    For a star’s moment while the
    Universe spun on in pyre

    And gyre.

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    I looked around and learned my part,
    then looked around again
    and saw so much ignorance
    that I learned not my part.

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    I saw,
    I tried,
    and
    I spoke.
    the truth was,
    never easy.
    Last edited by cacian; 01-02-2012 at 05:56 AM.
    it may never try
    but when it does it sigh
    it is just that
    good
    it fly

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    Quote Originally Posted by Jack of Hearts View Post
    One of the things this reader likes about your poems is that they don't sound like anybody else. But many of them read like a tired man.
    J
    Hey jack if that's towards me, yeah you may be right.

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    Jack, he speaks like violence.
    But he is without ideals.
    He does not need ideals.
    He knows too much to argue or judge.

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