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"It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words."
-T. S. Eliot

"I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty... you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you...
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pilot:
thanks for the whitman quote... that was great! BUT i must say.... every time i think of ol' walt, i think of this...



hahawink
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I am crushing light pink fluffy nipples... and I was a perfect gentlemen just like Wyclef. Shout out to the Seville in Minneapolis, and the haze of whiskey and woman I celebrated with.

some days and words are better than only my ears and only my interpretations...

Some parents love champagne grapes

Her mouths unfold
For immeasurable origami
Glistening drops like a wet kitten
Nose...
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rydell:
Very Pretty!
abra:
thank you for the poem.
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A lil buddhism never hurt any atheists...


"Remember always that you are just a visitor here, a traveler passing through. your stay is but short and the moment of your departure unknown.
None can live without toil and a craft that provides your needs is a blessing indeed. But if you toil without rest, fatigue and wearness will overtake you, and you will denied the...
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jeremydean:
That's pretty deep, man. Well, obviously, yeah. But what prompted this tonight?
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Here's to the stones throw into an ambivalent ocean... I guess it just depends on perspective if you think your ripples will matter....

If anyone is ever beaten by the wallows of life, and confides in art to save your proverbial soul, well there is hope yet for us...

"He who lives in the ideal and leaves it expressed in society or in art enjoys...
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gnunat:
Excellence.
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In an ash tray like supper club
Over some distant country city suburban
Milfoil wealthy lake
Serving freezer burn fish and dumb bovine

Amidst a backdrop
Of box wine burgundy curtains
Poodle shag carpet and lacquered pine wood
The bay windows overlook mediocrity

To ponder like a straight pirate the drunken
Jewelry
At the bottom
Buried in beer can glacial sand

To be a mustache...
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fred:
This was even better the second time.
madi:
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a ditch effort

If I strip your yeast
Will you wine
Like the limpet
Revolution

A gaggle lifting shrieking majesty
Rabid
Of kinder wispy comfort
Food

Greasy sex
Chicken wrinkling hot
Addiction
Versus need

Is a bell
Drowning in butter
Like an oak
Mellow transverse valley

Or is the piper pious
Love
Earthly
Enough oil

To not die
In balsa
But rather helium
By the...
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fred:

Yes, liberty and confusion
The ripe chaos aftereffect
rippling like days into the wind
stripping meat, chewing on meaning
long instinct tendon flavor
distilling ripe summer dresses
into melon flavored seduction beverages
driving stripped transmission getaway action
All in the hand of Hector
and associates go I.
eccentric:
Entertaining men
with selective suction
drones
but by the fucking bee honey...


... "Turn away a female model and she'll ask her manager if he was paid already then go out to lunch, turn away a boy cause he's to fat and he'll cry till the cows come home."

"Sociologicaly analyze Beverly"
he requested and I wanted to tell him to shove it up his ass next to Calvin Klein's cock.
but who can blaim him for designing shit stained honey..all the bees are buying it this season.

Fuck L.A.
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oh what a sucker I am for hormones.....



a butcher and a cook



I know as though the blasphemous
hammer of god awaits
nightfall within the precious breasted calvary
respite

teetering like a lemon lozenge
on a pierced pixie
pebble
heavy and hard like erect erasure

dousing erotic robotics
as essence usurps
lake water
chatter

about this north land babble
bursting skinny for an electric...
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Having nothing to do with the poem below, I am crushing on a girl for the first time in years...and she has a boyfriend whom she currently loves....yet, she wants me like a rain, and I her like water....oh if we could only be nitrogen, or maybe helium...to either sink or fly into stability or fusion... anything but this wishy-washy breathe, and its erosion.





placenta...
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fred:

bendictions like raspy echoes
clearing of mustard field patches
along third world amusement parks
currency for flesh
and lost invitations
to forgotten concessions

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Okay, so I know somewhat what you're going through.
Similar for me. In this case though it's only at the potentially things could take off stage, but on my end I'm way to wrapped up thinking how ideal she is.
I don't think she's all that into the dude that's her friend/boyfriend.

So it's teaching me about patience, delusion and attachment.
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a little red eclipse


Fuck you blank page
stealing god from me
like the virginity
the football coaches daughter
reaped

YES!
she whimpered like a sovereign nation
blessing any cross
from the sky
and then
some-thing
in her vagina
felt my heartbeat like my brown eyes
my eyes
twinkling
like the edge of twin black holes
eating stars
amidst background radiation
older than literal dirt...
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quasi_sean:
ditto, sir.

but ya know, i already have the collections out, pre-death.
billyfivecrows:
it was and I am

...you...?
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lets welcome elijah and get drunk

....coyote matzah


in the background stirs the righteous brothers
I am no longer not fucking lonely dammit I am
- horny
like a melody wishing

an artist
formerly a hibernating whore
still
without a conscience

drools on my thigh
remedy as hopeless as photosynthesis
enzyme
siring rectal rooted conversation

I love you Jesus she said
This song sucks I...
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fred:

oink
the encephalitic pig diety
brays against the morning mist
for the new moon
has brought
new life.
Content in pork brine reflex
elbows mash into crowds
fingers poking gauze
and women
washing undergarments.
billyfivecrows:
smoothing
down my
fur
sand
paper

daddy
o

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I stood outside metrodome on a cold windy november day in 1987, all of seven years old with my dad, who had suprisingly takin me out of school for the day... to watch him, number 34 in my heart, television, and bedroom wall, ride around in a convertible larger than life, adorning a giant fur coat to keep warm...I remember shaking his hand...

and as...
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billyfivecrows:
Yeah...what you replied to my post...true.

I think I'll have it tattooed on the inside of my eyelids.


Powerful page, above.

Thanks for sharing. The story and then the Fogerty. Nice touch.


-c.
fred:
-------> ( skull )

line drive

the seventh inning eternal stretch


[Edited on Mar 07, 2006 11:45PM]
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like the last days of disco....i was just barely born....hahahaha


A noise I make with my lips


As if voice squandered
by the river banks
chatters incoherent
mellifluous perversion

it
proverbial
dwells
innate

of it the wind
calls many a ridiculous demon
the land skips
and we mutter middle earth

an effigy for a garden
hose
betty Crocker
punk rocker

a tattoo pygmy
serpentine
writhing...
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eccentric:
Forgiven. I'm only a slam poet because i like drive...and manny writers/performers whom i worked with before slam flacked before the spell check.

spelling is a great thing...like making money, i'm not so good at it.

eccentric:
what do you have against the poor musicians?
http://www.ism.org/