you're welcome, den!
for you, isagel, and anyone else: glad you enjoy the insanity! :D
thank you everyone for contributing! :)
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you're welcome, den!
for you, isagel, and anyone else: glad you enjoy the insanity! :D
thank you everyone for contributing! :)
No trouble at'all. I love meaningless busy-work.
(Especially when it involves organizing and condensing -- Oo! be still my heart. :p)
Pg 48
Watch from dark corners,
You can learn much more that way...
But life will pass you.
if you dont pay attention
eat my dust it says
the sign on humanity
destroyed by winning:
sift through spoils. find mangy, worn
castoffs - put them on.
who do you pretend to be
beggars cannot choose
take what you can get and then
just divorce later
but for now euphoria
marriage meaningless
government intervention
twisting tradition
twisting hips; now men will sway
in childbirth :eek: oh dear...
they said this would not happen
ninety nine percent
Drowned. Everything's A-OK.
I am still breathing.
Pg 49
I am still breathing
but i am not at all sure
I really want to
But the world is against me...
I can only cry.
what is wrong with me anyway?
emotional ache
its arms entwine about me
unable to scream
bound to this heartache breathing
cyanotic woes
cooling tears on death's dull mask
last wish ungranted
why didn't you rebalance-
damned cliff. :( how do i...
get back from the edge of you
so sharp and scary
The scalpel dives into flesh,
leaving a red trail
the snail crosses the red sand
wonders, where is home?
shrugs, continues to riot
best time of your life
careening out of control
from sky to abyss
the spectrum of human hearts
emotional lives
outweigh logic sometimes
silly heartstrings
threaded loosely and rusting
disused, or useless?
Pg 50
disused or useless
God's Grace given for us all
my faith is in God
religion has its own thread.
when did that stop you?
a single thread of meaning
cannot occupy.
our predetermined spaces.
eat the status quo
and quaff imperial tea
how very English
I don't understand a word
dictionary now
leather-bound pacifier
hide my ignorance
use ostensibly smart words
no one understands
love is ever carved in stone
but still, we move on
when we cant move anymore
resilient creatures
Pg 51
resilient creatures
gibes caked on like mud that dries,
adding to the shell
leave my beliefs I will burn
fire and brimstone stinks
odor assaults my senses
like riding transit
Threading dust between the spheres;
Falling stars and snow
As icy cold as deep space
My fire in its hearth
fills the room with heat and light
as I dance naked
Through this beautiful world, thoughts
Clothe me with their grime
Like ol' grimey from Simpsons
Man I love that show
But the cable was turned off,
I dont know why though...
I'm told I want to know -- I
Don't care why we're here.
No one I know can tell me
Why am I so short?
what does it look like over
those high countertops?
page 52
Those high countertops
a place for hidden cookies
I am five feet tall.
Actually, five feet and three.
Almost. Close to it.
but i cant quite reach the top
am i doomed to fail?
why is this hook in my mouth?
remove it, dammit!
one by one and step by step
put the shoes away
we'll go no more a-roving
plagiarism's fun
but i am so fond of my
own ideas too
yiddish to the rescue once
again: ay guvalt!
own ideas too
and you shall render useless
destructive weapons
Again: ay guvalt!
Holy moley! Sacre bleu!
...and other outbursts
page 53
...and other outbursts
poured forth over lips and tongue
when i stubbed my toe
I swore to never again
Break glass with bare feet
and other tests of strength
can i pass this one?
When I stubbed my toe
I thought of Samuel Johnson
And forgot the pain
Can I pass this one?
I have been there, got over
and forgot the pain
The pleasure of forgetting
Like sleep come at last
Numbness flooding through my head
Calmly disappear
float on the golden wind
hallucination?
Why thanks, don't mind if I do.
Reality sucks.
Who knows what reality
Is? Not knowing sucks.
Indefinable torment
of uncertainty.
I have much experience:
Where do I begin...?
Tracing the thread back through warped
Distortions of self
page 54
distortions of self
wherein paradise resting
in ignorance bathe
the sheeples; stripped of context,
impotent of mind
fertile of body; why did
they copulate, god?
So that's where babies come from.
Thanks for the info.
i wish i had known sooner
foiled again
Distortions of self
Flesh out the illusional
Islands of meaning
Foiled again
rule broken, logic turned
islands of meaning
Feyerabend would be pleased
At your free spirit
I should not frown, play police
I did not mean to.
but accidents happen, no?
dont blame the human
he can't help being confused
the Forum's screwed up
page 55
the forum's screwed up
people leave and dont come back
where doest thou thus go?
-'neath brambles, sweet, awaiting
your embrace ere death.
prepares for imminent
eternal night
brightens as you lay by my
side, swallow hemlock.
front, deadly nightshade
poison for each
ac/dc, aerosmith;
this concert's sold out.
nothing left to see here now
move along please
we haven't time to graze like
pigeons at bus stops
beady eyes on just-washed hair
don't you dare, rat boy
I am not done dancing yet,
grandma said to death
I'll meet you on the highway
Just don't leave me there.
"I wont" lied death to grandma
Death is very cruel
and some would say it's rather
temporary too
is life's piercing agony
no matter how harsh
this hair shirt feels i wear it
in your memory
Finito for now :p:banana:
Woohoo! :D Congratulations, my obsessive little wombats!
ohmigoodness! party time!!! :banana: :banana: :banana: :banana: :banana:
we rock! :D
Wheehoo, one more. :D
Pg 56
in your memory
i remain, forever, to
block the path to new
scissors cut the bonsai branch
still it tries to grow.
deep and blackly twisted is
past foresaken love
turns the soul to bitter ash
all perspective lost
eschew logic for ideals
screwed immaculate
golden-arch genuflectors
recite: "greed is good."
Even though we do not know
What greed is, good is.
no room here for any
charitable men.
Put hot lead into the brains
Of Somme-drowning friends
write the poetry in sand
let the waves rush in
See what stories they carry
Whose stories they tell
Whose life they would like to take
Is it yours or mine?
The life and heart that are
swept away by sea?
Drowned, forsaken, mourned only
By the keening gulls
page 57
By the keening gulls
I am guided to the edge
Safe harbor at last
Refuge from the liquid maw
Of turbulent seas
Where life seemingly ends up
The harbor light shines
deceivingly, for never
can I reach the light.
rainbows scatter in alarm
as i accost them
I hear the mangled music
Through waves' orchestra
the music of the dolphin
reflects my keening
song of dutiful lament
death in wake with me
life asleep there's no meaning
to this bright mo(u)rning
i will weep and i will cry
if you're not around
everything shall be gone and
lost for all time. Sad.
i will feed marine mammals
with my deep blue tears.
i wash away sadness and
start again with joy
page 58
Start again with joy
Pain departs, time's massage,
A boy climbs the tree.
it speaks to him; he grows old
and happy in it.
this new home that i found
what disoveries
When perception sees that all
Is mere perception
As Being and Becoming
Moonlight on water
slivers of romance surround
me with fleeting warmth
you with sentimental dreams
breath-heat makes them rise
our dreams together born of
the ashes of love
bohemian rhapsody
this song makes me cry
with pure life plucking each chord
chords within my soul
thrilling to the ancient strain
of truth, beauty, love
I seek,travel, light, reflected
receded darkness
unveils the silent snow
and still blue shadows
gleam as though diamonds shining
compared to my soul
can anyone describe it
the pain runs so deep
page 59
the pain runs so deep
overcome it only if
survival is goal
if you have nothing better
to live for today
without a certain purpose
does it make life right?
I plant this tree, pondering
if it has purpose.
Will this be significant
To its existence?
tree needs earth, water, light, air.
Tree exist, builds tree.
playhouse in the sky for me
gaze at stars, hiding
dead memories from yourself.
Night remembers not.
the pains of the day gone by
blissfully sleeping
hand on your chest, sharing your
blankies and sore throat.
wood burning fire, snow fall
cozy winter cold
I close my eyes as snow falls.
Sleep is so tempting.
but what am i missing when
im unconcious
And on my face they run along -
five baby squirrels.
page 60
five baby squirrels
steal seeds from plant pots and risk
dying for their meal
No edit, no cry
no need for apology
it is just a game
we can all play together
i think, anyway
though sometimes my thoughts are best
plucked and sneezed away
like tiny eyebrow hairs
gone, on the wind
oh, scarlett, couldn't you see
rhett wasn't worth it?
but really, are there any
worth wearing that for?
drapes, whalebone, paper dresses:
fashion faints away.
encourage reality
barbie's not real
She’s just as fake and plastic
As the rest of us
from dust we came
back to dust we will
page 61
Back to dust we will
Return. Ozymandias,
Crumbling empires
cold dead streets markets staring
am I forgiven?
Does the Pope sit in the woods?
Where's that missing H?
i think i might have seen it:
sesame street?
Still Ali Baba's hiding.
Do you remember?
Rome, Babylon, great Persia
Dust now, history
teaches us that it is the
perfect moment
how often do you see that?
cherish specks of time
do not dust them carelessly
great friends may await
thank goodness for patience
or i'd be lonely
except for bread, peanuts, and
squirrels in the park.
like thoughts in my head, run round
with no direction
I aimlessly wander here,
Tomorrow waiting.
page 62
Tomorrow waiting.
In the cold remorseless rain
The bus late always.
Days pass. Fate plays games with us.
Grass grows on our names
consequence of living slow
hurry up and wait
run fast: fly. like algae, life
puddles when ignored.
like the witch of the west or
was she from the east?
Or from north - Hyperborea?
My memory fails.
I am sleepless in sadness
The world is no more
The bed spins and I must pee.
I'm just drunk again.
how did that happen anyway
i just went for one
But returned with many.
Something has changed.
Attachment detached. Let loose
Euphoric feeling
Eastern horizon gives life
Volition driven
By the language of freewill
Just a mix of words
page 63
just a mix of words
communication a joke
no wonder its art
When other subjects cower
From confrontation
comes understanding others
and acceptance
Is a reaction to life
And experience
is the only way to learn
i am so smart
Art cannot keep up with me
I’m light years ahead.
might be possible
understanding is vague
previous haikus
have made a mess out of
baddad's brain space
communication hiat-
us. let's scream, shall we?
page 64
us. let's scream, shall we?
silent assemblies await
infusion now. NOW!!!!!
But there is no addition
And no greater strength
us. let's scream, shall we?
with our feet in wet cement
it's a short boat trip
To see where Sisyphus is
Return ticket's best.
If the turner faces back
To the joyous sun
we turn, eyes widening in
ecstasy of light.
in my eyes as well as heart
a day of surfing
tired, burned, but truely glad
contentment fills me
like dinners with nana like
songbirds at dawn
transition of dark to light
dreaming souls gently aroused
Real world calling upon them:
"Come with me, with me"
page 65
Songbirds at dawn
So happily they twitter
Amused with their song
Ecstacy of light
See how the stars shine in blue
They are all yellow
all those little flying lights (that)
my aching eyes see.
the perturbed emotions of
dancing bananas
wearing slack sown pajammas
they look good in black
mamas and papas insane
oh, you pretty things.
Dulled by my consternation
Plagued by attrition
Wow, you guys are pretty cool, I am to lazy to even attempt something lik that.