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Dionysus In Retrograde


I broke in
To the heart of a friend

(I'm beginning to see
The key was civility

Crumbs of buildings
In her pocket

Bread of where we lived...)

*

Kabuki escargot.

Spanish Dublin.

Eiffel Tower succulent.

Abject perennial.

*

Mistake: Covetous of the tactile

Not mystified.


*

Christ, your
Ghost. Christ

Your ghost.

Christ of

Appointed muscle.

Cleptomania.

Apollo

At the opera...
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hellsforheroes:
I have always felt bad for Freud

And myself

Maybe if I was taught

Karl Jung

younger

I wouldn't

know no

better

self realization

but patient virtue

And in doing so

Sow

like wild raspberries

sour liquor
y:
You're looking pretty in your current profile pic, indra; pretty insane! biggrin
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Being in love with the songless
Can tilt the water and drown the wolves.

The moon is full, fat in fact, a thin
Finger probes naval, finding stiff

Fur around the crater. She appears
With urine at an angle. Some weight

And she cries. At home, we called
"Concrete" and "Nature Spins"

Inhabitants of the warning. Nostrils
Where the horses run through.

That's enough to...
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y:
They're stills from Robert Bresson's "The Trial of Joan of Arc", one of my favourite films.

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fatality:
As I've asked some of the writers on thsi site, why do you post here? Are your reasons for feedback, catharsis... Do you write for the SG audience or do you transcribe them from other sources? Just curious...
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explain atoms
to a shadow

laws lie down
lifting

of the mound

levitate
the ground

please stand by

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of all
the goddess
curiosity

I could muster
I had to trust her

to be
free

how
deep?

*

should we
heal?

or blink

at the voiceover...

*

volume
is solved

by volume

pagan wind

worships
itself.

where
do we
begin

to arrange

campaign

to get...
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xip:
this poem gave me a very very strong feeling. i don't even know what it was, just as i read it, i felt like something was pulling my chest, like my heart was trying to get out.

ohhh, i just figured out what that feeling was.

it made me happy.
xip
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Light and
Other

Forms

Of

Dust.

*

I want
To
Write

A letter

To you, any

Letter

That
Comes
Before
"A"

*

How would
You
Take it? How

Would you
Be
Simple? Suicide

To ask...


*

Climate
Of
Bell, bronze

Heart, skinny

Window, my

Dreams...

*

Every
Tealeaf
Smiles, invite

The ringing

To sip a mile

Stay a while...


*

Light and
Other
Forms
Of...
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hellsforheroes:
Vegas waits
Elvis of intaglio

like antiquated God
waiting

Regicide and glory
succint

Happiness
but a drawl

Lion
muddy hierarchy

dramaturgy

whispered
cacophony

malaise drunk malmsey

shilly-shally

organic genius

like limaceous
limpid jets
of swill satyr
bucolic virtue

spun
to homage
soul
pelagic

bio-luminescence

mistressvamp:
Yes levitating penguins would be that much more fantastic. And sticking with my Quote of the day we are going to go with the wise words of one Mr. Tony the Tiger.
~They're GREEEEAT!~ lol wink biggrin
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(A Love, Poem)


They tell me
No smoke, those

Who can only

Imagine
Fire

*

Burned by
Prayer, too near

To ice, that's

The reason

*

You say
"Why"

I imagine
Sky

*

The arc
Of
Star

Through
Air isn't

War

*

Beautiful
Dreamer. I've

Heard
That, I did

That
Before

I was
Born

*

Maps
Of
Fiction. Yawning

In the
Village

*

Pearls. Cells....
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mistressvamp:
And unfortunatly at the moment I have nothing left to give.

Yes I am alive or at least I was the last time I checked.

Lovely poem as always dear.

I kinda know how ya feel although I don't have the means to relocate myself or I doubt I would be anywhere for too long. Ah well.
Hope you have a good day. kiss
y:
Thanks, thanks a lot - I appreciate it. I'm worn out! Believe it or not I typed that out once already, but when I went to post it I'd been logged out! mad There's a painting up now but it's not too clear.

Thanks for everything you said about my last entry as well; I wanted to go into it all with you but I'm beat right now skull I'll try tomorrow. Let's hope my wrists work. smile
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(We spin time in the death of comfort, us,

Able self to speak for no one.)

The seasons divorce the remnant of label.

A sound gathers in the arms of pain.

Streets are a whim to the likes of palace

Nothing spins, nothing's still. Traverse

The issue, curse the simple shoulder

As it's seen. Mould the boundries

Into spectacle; inbetween make green

Ice of frond...
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madhyamika:
Been away all weekend. mountainbiking and stuff. one can never have too many holidays. the reiki story was cool. the force rocks! biggrin
I nearly passed out when I did the first treatment after the 2nd degree, and felt VERY strange for about 3 days.but nothing quite so cool.
smile
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monk's wheel

It became a burden to her thoughts,
Everyone arrested in their own target.
No, I agree, I said. What's the
Point of articulation if summary
Is merely hit and draw. Draw
And hit, hit. Sometimes
We fight and I end up swinging
From a tire on a chain behind
The walled assumptions of a monastary.
Do you have to sit there studying
She...
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y:
"Come here Stay" - that's funny biggrin I'm not sure I understand the analogy though; but I'll figure it out eventually.

As to your poem, I have these things to say - 1. I like monks. 2. Communication is very difficult. and 3. What's "undersamesky"?

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luxdivon:
i appreciate your thoughts, and your poems(i like the one you posted) i've been away since i havent had internet. i'm oftentimes not a good friend, and respond less than i should. nontheless i still hope you are well, and keep writing. smile
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(biographical dead)

1.
She walks American, cur chirping
On ass-end of satellite.

Ribbons of wrist, fingers backward;
Scent acid-floral; green
Feet, red mud, blood and dirt.

(I went inside,
Or inside
Came to me. Dogs

In the echo
Of moon, a dead
Bald, baby
Bird, a shape
Like
Elderly
Neck

To a hangman

Mouth agape

At knots of reason...)


2.
We can discuss our misery...
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y:
Yeah, ok, that's pretty damn puzzling as well confused

I'll interpret my dream in my next entry, for anyone who's curious.

The image at the bottom is a close-up of a Tau symbol painted by Saint Francis himself. He used it everywhere he went, and recommended to others that they use it. It's a very mysterious and profound image. T

Selected Ambient Works vol. 2 is one of my favourite albums of all time, has been since I was about 18. A number of the tracks on there I think of as the pinnacle of music, even beyond the classical stuff I know.

I know how you feel about wanting the cold weather to come so you can wear your jacket; I'm dying to wear my new sweater.
pygmy:
Take pictures of your painting, sometime. ARRR!!!
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blighter's rock

"He's scared. Don't you ever just get scared?"

Psuedopod. Fake foot. Flatline inflated.

The innocent motion covers little ground.

(I counted pins
And measured needles. None

Long enough

To puncture
The sky, so why cry?

Albumin black

Stays intact.)



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y:
Your poems are like Rubik's cubes man. confused biggrin
slide:
Thankyou! kiss
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(pacifist warfare #'s 34&72)

Done-one: sacrifice, closed at the claw.

What bleeds honey?

I cannot reply and sweetly

I deny

Ever knowing

Old scratch or religion

Not to mention

Myself.


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I thought to be kind then

Something else happened.

I thought again and again

And then I did

(And you remembered nothing

And something

I did, I do

And never can

I will...)

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in_decission:
I always enjoy reading your words, I love anything my head can swim around in for a little while.
madhyamika:
Actually he is in the US until november( doing some neuroscience conference- religious leaders these days, honestly... smile )
Yeah I did reiki it a bit, funny you should say that though, I usually forget that I can and then like a day into a cold or whatever I suddenly remember that I can sort it out myself! biggrin