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Myth in mercury, how to disturb me:

Ribs like a tree on fire,
Impotent snow
Peaches in a stench
Boredom of voices

Hatless when the sun declines:
"Kindly, sir, no pain."

You ask

Is this random?

Enough, I guess

To offer milk, white lace boiled in the blood

Of a ghost. I do not know, but I do remember

Hunger is verse to vessel. Something...
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fatality:
So interesting to read the juxtaposition of your poetic voice with your casual voice. And then wonder how they differ.
lemuria:
pink, green and gold = heart. wink
the box is one of those wooden boxes from the craft store with scrunched up tissue paper. very therapeutic squishing the paper to make it..
i love rob brezneys horoscopes!! love
ever listen to krishna das?? good good music.
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1.
I opposed the method
And lost the dragon. I

Wished a single wish
Hands braving palm to palm

Like prayer, a flame to hair
Eats and releases, pleases

Horn and scale. What hell
When heaven repents?

Beautiful horror. Sugar
Of fine-ground bone

Fills furrow of hindsight,
A home where single

Dancer penetrates gesture
And sweet memory is cake, a

Grave, a sour city, so...
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y:
Thanks for the advice, man - it was very helpful smile She lives on the other side of the country. But it's a small country.

I actually found out something else on Cafeastrology.com - Venus is in Virgo in her chart. And having read up on what that means, it explains a lot, as far as her behaviour towards me over the last year goes. I think I know where she's coming from now.

See you,

I
y:
Schiele was the first fine artist I was ever into - I was obsessed with him in my late teens, really related to him. His negative spaces are sublime, I agree; but then there's little about his work that isn't, especially his earlier stuff. I find myself re-inspired by his work roughly once every year. I know what you mean about not feeling able to better his stuff, but I like to think I have it in me to do just that. I feel that the key to painting is colour, that is, leaving drawing out of it; and I would've loved to have seen Schiele do some of his characteristic figure paintings without using his magnificent line, just the watercolours/gauche - PURE COLOUR PERSPECTIVE! That's my aim - to do what Schiele did, but without lines.

Kokoschka actually did some excellent watercolour figure paintings without drawing, but his "sense" of drawing wasn't half as good as Schiele's so they're not as effective.

Astrology is really interesting and helpful. I've done my birth chart online before and it's always said that I have Leo rising; but when I re-did it last night (on the same site, but they've changed their format), it said I had Virgo rising. I don't understand it, but Virgo rising actually makes enormous sense, much more than Leo; I'm very Virgoan in many respects, and I feel strangely comfortable with being part Virgo. This also explains certain aspects of my relationship with my "crush", because of her having Venus in Virgo - there's a commonality but also a conflict, because Virgoans are so judgemental. We do criticise each other a lot. I feel this is a good thing, though - we sort of hold a mirror up to each other, which allows us to see and correct our flaws, which wouldn't happen if we were a perfectly harmonious match. I don't set much store by supposedly perfect matches.

Time will tell.

Thanks for listening,

I.
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"Please. Water the flowers."

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Frail bones. Green bones. Freckles.

Leauges of depth. Riots. Bread-child.

Privacy. Privilege. Instigation (Even if

Clocks disappeared, the comment

Of click would echo in the dream-place.)

Deafness to it. No. Peaceful. Screen

Of paper and incidental ink. I think

I'll be true, be truth. Do I know you?

Shared anima, mine and mine.

I whisper into ribbon of lace, reality,...
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lemuria:
i enjoy reading your poetry so much every day. sorry if i dont comment on it all the time but sometimes i feel like what i would say would be so small (? cant think of the right word right now) compared to what you write. do you usually meditate before writing? would you say its like a channelling? that seems to be when i write my best poetry. when just let it flow.. smile i do love it though, your poetry. love

and i lucked out with those dishes..my husband did them. biggrin biggrin im soooo glad i didnt have to because the smell i was smelling while he was washing them was making me gag. puke kinda like a dirty fish or turtle tank. puke
dollbabyamy:
I just wish it were as easy as that. I'm the only female in my entire district...and the guy that's the trouble maker is the golden child of the same district. I'm trying to make a name for myself here...and if I stand up and make a stand of this, I'm going to ruin my reputation before I get one, you know what I mean? I need to be sure I have a solid team so when I am up against some big tough shoplifter, they're actually going to back me up.

But, at the same time, this kind of treatment is not worth it.
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Two simple fires.

Too simple fires

Burn out quickly.


(Happy holiday. Which or

What, it doesn't matter,

Just wake up.)



There's moon-burn

On the mantlepiece,

Heart warms

On hearth,

No boundries. "Now"

Is the lost child

Of "nevermind".

Or do

Mind, but

Say it
Quickly


In happiness...

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vuokko:
Heh, silly...

Thank you. I think you're right about the pain fading. It's still pretty raw right now, though.

The trade sounds fair to me. You'll probably have to pay way more for shipping, though. frown I'll tell you when my necklaces are on my website.

I didn't see the post and didn't get to copy the poem. Can you e-mail it to me?
meta:
it was Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer. I thought it was absolutely gorgeous. muah.

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Feathered spot of
Ink. One splits
Into an

Other, then three
More
Born. (Drunken

Driving, riding
With
Father (we
Were safe) We
Saw it
Happen: Out

And over
Sunny Civil-

War
Grassy
Field

One
Spring
Day. We

Saw it, and
Shared
A glance, and

Sighed
At

The magic...) Later, then

Everywhere, always

Five, maybe

One
More, eye

Height, flying
Beside

The
Car, outside

The window...
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y:
I looked in my comments box and thought - "Who the hell is Billyfivecrows and how did he become my friend?" biggrin Very native American. I take it the above poem hints at its origin?
linkismyhero:
Your poetry is excellent. Makes me want to start writing my own again...

Billyfivecrows... I like the sound of that. Maybe it would be best if I didn't ask the meaning, to maintain an air of mystery smile
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Women and water. Woman.

Picture lashing the cycle.
Time spent thinking. Journey

Through varieties of courtesy: Wait.
Wish. Wonder. Worry. The sole

Of foot is never firm on wave. Wet

Ankle. Knee. Waist. Breast. Face.

(Who the fuck was Ophelia? Never

Mind, say nothing. I'm done

With knowledge, now I dream.)

What have you done?
(I saw it.)

What have you done?
(It was here....
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meta:
the walleye poem goes not well.

the "oh" was because I was listening to "Dominus Regnavit" (actually, I still am, it's on repeat) and that combined with this entry reduced me to the linguistic level of an ape.

"oh."
meta:
grenadine is thoroughly devoid of alcohol. it's what they put in a cherry coke if you get one at a restaurant that is not completely suck.

all sweet and thick and cherry-ish, fuck, I need to go home.
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Buy me a copper tongue so I may lisp in coin.

Sell me a murder, one bird at a time.

Show me nerve, a vital rope, so thin to hang thought.

Catch me a thunder bolt. A lightning nail. A cloud hammer.

Amuse me with your manner. Enlighten the lower third

Of the lost tail. Be an ass. A horse. A snail. A burrowing

Mole....
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meta:
you're my hero.

you punker f-ggot.

I so cannot say that word, even ironically.

irony is the word of the week apparently.

so is apparently, apparently.

in_decission:
"All prisons are self imposed.


All walls are windows."

that couldn't possibly resonate any more with me at this moment than it already does.
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Bird-bone holds air, air holds bird-bone.

Child, your doomed hands
Seperate, water

Spills (I never thought
"I never thought") Doomed

Is called "bone-chill". How
Does sun do what sun

Does? Blue

Memory, blue
Breath when

I appear to
Ghost, true

Name

In the ice of
Brain melts

When it can, I cry

When I can...


(god Crow speaking god Crow speaking god Crow speaking

Nothing...
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annalee:
How interesting, the things you have come up with! Started from looking at the images? Thats not strange to put a poem dont worry! smile
meta:
seriously I want to tattoo that line onto my TORSO.

I am feeling a wee bit better today, and I thank you so very much for asking. it's been a lllllloooooooooooooong day (I've been awake AND BUSY for 14 hours) but much has been accomplished and I feel pretty at peace with things.

you will hear all about it, I'm sure, in forthcoming journal updates.

until then,
kiss
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Allowing for ways to repair what mild damage has ruptured.

A gesture, a guessing of eyes in the milk, a carnage

White as sky; a mind deprived will lie

On mouth-roof stone, words poisoned, reasoned

With felled emaciation, starvation of the accident,

Precedent of home, stores and well, water thicker now,

A comb of honey in blackened hair, udder and stinger,

Laser and candlelight, birthright...
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meta:
that dirt sounds sexy.
lemuria:
yep im okay now, just needed to talk to my friend and get it all straight in my head. talking to her always helps tons. and im one of those pisces pleiadians you know so well. super duper emotional cant take this crap thats going on type. kiss
thanks for the joke it made me smile
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a portrait (For Virginia Woolf)

The paintings a woman would choose, comfort
And anomaly, a merger of
Something keenly deserved and patiently
Deserted, additional, as if returning

To appropriate tiredness after walking
On a blank field of walls, which
If seen as distance would not be
Horizon, would not be suprising

When placing dead forevers around like windows.

(The portrait I would have chosen
Is...
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pygmy:
I'm quite aware of all that, I was just teasing you, you know, making fun of stereotypes? whatever Sorry to get on your last nerve tongue tongue
pygmy:
No problem, don't think you're an ass at all. tongue Just what they call a "coinkidink" i s'pose.

The list was funny biggrin Thanks for making it. I might have to start doing it with random people I know.. Too fun.