The man told me to hit some fucking road, like a jack, maybe lantern certainly not of his trade, the ultimate pathological illusion, being, an ass. So I bit a hunk of pride, and decided to kissy face a bottle, and herbal medicine, man. And funny enough, these were strange days, apocalyptic days, changing rearranging scary unsure times. God, less then represented, weather, climate, mercantile...
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twilight1:
Maybe they're milky wihte, but tanned too much. So now they're milk-toast.
hollygolightly:
in the waiting room with the rest of the artists.
Pilgrim hallucination would be unimaginable
So you were told
Within breathes
Tangent
Warm beating skin
Flute accompanied
And sung
Hung dried harmony
Okra flavored
Crapshoot kinetic
String moon
Tranquility
Knife fight
Monkey uncle bloody
Red cancerous technological aerial stop sign
Side kicked ass
Hole
Pageantry
hip tongue
Fancy
Pitter-patter honky Andalusia appaloosa
Roller coaster
Itty
Realty
Auction veneered
Velvet
Wonder
Clap
Thunder fuck
Orange rabbit...
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So you were told
Within breathes
Tangent
Warm beating skin
Flute accompanied
And sung
Hung dried harmony
Okra flavored
Crapshoot kinetic
String moon
Tranquility
Knife fight
Monkey uncle bloody
Red cancerous technological aerial stop sign
Side kicked ass
Hole
Pageantry
hip tongue
Fancy
Pitter-patter honky Andalusia appaloosa
Roller coaster
Itty
Realty
Auction veneered
Velvet
Wonder
Clap
Thunder fuck
Orange rabbit...
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hellsforheroes:
I am crying for my work's feelings, shame on nobody caring.
wheel barrow
I am donating
My soul
To the be-witching
Hour
For upon us
Is mighty Horus
Of undead land
And paranoia
Buried
Mike
Mulligan
With a steam shovel
Or a televisions
Saintly
Glow rod
Jerk
Asking me
If its better
To go to meet your maker working
Or live probing
Annelid frankincense
Toxic
Hostage
shock
I am donating
My soul
To the be-witching
Hour
For upon us
Is mighty Horus
Of undead land
And paranoia
Buried
Mike
Mulligan
With a steam shovel
Or a televisions
Saintly
Glow rod
Jerk
Asking me
If its better
To go to meet your maker working
Or live probing
Annelid frankincense
Toxic
Hostage
shock
rayoflight969:
You kill me so softly .... over and over again. 
The Courtship of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo
Edward Lear
On the Coast of Coromandel
Where the early pumpkins blow,
In the middle of the woods
Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
Two old chairs, and half a candle,
One old jug without a handle--
These were all his worldly goods,
In the middle of the woods,
These were all his worldly goods,
Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo,
Of the Yonghy-Bonghy Bo.
Once,...
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Edward Lear
On the Coast of Coromandel
Where the early pumpkins blow,
In the middle of the woods
Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
Two old chairs, and half a candle,
One old jug without a handle--
These were all his worldly goods,
In the middle of the woods,
These were all his worldly goods,
Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo,
Of the Yonghy-Bonghy Bo.
Once,...
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Ape parent
Lee
Told of a hymnal
Fist deep in debauchery
Head shaking
Hummed
Transcendental meltdown
Metaphysical epiphany
The kind ones
Stories
Lincoln in logs
Learning law
Buddha
God damned Buddha
If to only
Genuflect
Monkey
To man
Sole low
For controlling hypocrisy
Paying
Support
Child touched
Antiquated mercy
To Genes
Paired buddy
To guy
Dapper twill and grand
Of musing art
Rubbish
Like rhythmic...
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Lee
Told of a hymnal
Fist deep in debauchery
Head shaking
Hummed
Transcendental meltdown
Metaphysical epiphany
The kind ones
Stories
Lincoln in logs
Learning law
Buddha
God damned Buddha
If to only
Genuflect
Monkey
To man
Sole low
For controlling hypocrisy
Paying
Support
Child touched
Antiquated mercy
To Genes
Paired buddy
To guy
Dapper twill and grand
Of musing art
Rubbish
Like rhythmic...
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abyssia:
Fifteen years of psychoanalysis and now I do it myself - on here a lot of the time. Doesn't help me with you!
eccentric:
...chemicals....not so bad when writing myself...not so great for reading however. i missed the most imortant word of all "EVER" ...my insults ring more like comliments when you know me better. blunted sharply is a decent enough description of my character. didnt want to come off stab-y. poking was the intension.
Ernest Rolldire
Painted my family
Next to Francis Scott key
And a rampart
I was saluting Jesus
And my eagle
Scout
Wound
Turned
Kit fancy
Shut down
Gory
Ranger danger
Death
And drops
Trained
And ingrained
God
Core
Unit
With a hole
Village
Torn
Off of me
My children
Blown from me
Slaughtered
Like sentimentality
Nuts
To be young
And mashed
Potato
Gravy train
Slaved...
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Painted my family
Next to Francis Scott key
And a rampart
I was saluting Jesus
And my eagle
Scout
Wound
Turned
Kit fancy
Shut down
Gory
Ranger danger
Death
And drops
Trained
And ingrained
God
Core
Unit
With a hole
Village
Torn
Off of me
My children
Blown from me
Slaughtered
Like sentimentality
Nuts
To be young
And mashed
Potato
Gravy train
Slaved...
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eccentric:
Dr. Suess and leopard? ....both in my last post...one influenced by goofy rhyme schemed poetry....the other tactfully covered my pussy in an up the skirk shot. ....or did you have a shorter whittier responce? oh do tell. ...lovely posts as usual...any thoughts on my quote ridden responce to that other more stream-of-conciousness rant-style-piece from before?
xip:
Shotgun ending...
xip
xip
The sprites are sunbathing
To the wood gnomes delight
And sugar is honey
Suckled
Impervious nimbus
To the starship hovering
Loud
And malicious
Wanton
For sprite cheeks
Magically upturned
In eye twinkling mastery
And marrow sucking
Werewolf slumber
Conspiracy
Abound
Midnight ink
Praying against god
To see the mercy leaf
Fairy
Nipple garnished incandescent
Ambrosia
Lysergic wild flower fielded
Dreams
Ticker tape Technicolor
Moving eyes...
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To the wood gnomes delight
And sugar is honey
Suckled
Impervious nimbus
To the starship hovering
Loud
And malicious
Wanton
For sprite cheeks
Magically upturned
In eye twinkling mastery
And marrow sucking
Werewolf slumber
Conspiracy
Abound
Midnight ink
Praying against god
To see the mercy leaf
Fairy
Nipple garnished incandescent
Ambrosia
Lysergic wild flower fielded
Dreams
Ticker tape Technicolor
Moving eyes...
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eccentric:
What are your altering substances of choice?
Roll well
Americana
Will never let me down
Like the spring air
Will never not amaze me
Laughing
Gas
Apple Jolly
Rancher over Roger
Dodger
Baseball kleptomaniac
Sculled Vincent
Motorcycle mad
Epiphany
On her fanny
May you join
And vibrate percolation
On a bloody fountain
Asking to marry
Her
For an ever
Willing kiss
Pucker
Palpitation reverb
Tweed warp conundrum
To think
About spiritualism
And...
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Americana
Will never let me down
Like the spring air
Will never not amaze me
Laughing
Gas
Apple Jolly
Rancher over Roger
Dodger
Baseball kleptomaniac
Sculled Vincent
Motorcycle mad
Epiphany
On her fanny
May you join
And vibrate percolation
On a bloody fountain
Asking to marry
Her
For an ever
Willing kiss
Pucker
Palpitation reverb
Tweed warp conundrum
To think
About spiritualism
And...
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rayoflight969:
gush, gush, gush... love the flow~
tricks up a sleave
My baby is looking to jet set some star crossed bridgeI see well into a world I dont have the tools to dare so, so romantically, oh my little knees are weak, and, and my laugh just doesnt ring, like the telephone call you used to make when it rained from the eyes of the seventh harp angel shoestringheavens hath no...
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My baby is looking to jet set some star crossed bridgeI see well into a world I dont have the tools to dare so, so romantically, oh my little knees are weak, and, and my laugh just doesnt ring, like the telephone call you used to make when it rained from the eyes of the seventh harp angel shoestringheavens hath no...
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eccentric:
a reply to yours on mine...and now mine on yours:
yes... but for me..when it becomes attatched its tendancy is more toward implosion then explosion. I too have been more prone to bad reactions like symbiosis rather then equal balenced attatchment. my heart is a muscle in any case...love is a small part of my brain with way to long of a scientic name with latin roots to recall that needs attention....or that thinks it needs attention. right now i'm stagnant, and would rather settle for being blown away then blown off.
why do we writers crave so much for the altered states...and altered people? I love manipulators of words too much, i will fall for a poet 1,000 times before just a pretty face...even though i know if they are good, they are just as fucked...if not more so then myself. I leave you with a quote by a fellow word slinger, someone i havent had a full chance to love...probably for the better...his persona is the kind that terrifies before it attracts:
You can fuck too many people
If youre an autobiographical writer
You have to edit names and dates
Unless you want a lawsuit
Or bricks through your window
Or worse
So I called her and laid it on thick for a thin guy
the only secret is if you beat the terror of being alone
You can have anyone you want
I write her name on the inside of my wrist in case I forget it
You can never tell who feeds the monsters under their bed,
The closet carnivores, but Scorpios are a sure bet,
Thats why its tattooed on my arm
Poison should always be labeled...
Clarity always comes at a bad time.
Theres an ancient curse that says: May you get what you want.
My ego is a garbage disposal.
Shake its hand and itd spit it back to you.
-Jamie Kennedy (the real one) from "The Suicide Kings" tittle chap book: "Fight Naked"
yes... but for me..when it becomes attatched its tendancy is more toward implosion then explosion. I too have been more prone to bad reactions like symbiosis rather then equal balenced attatchment. my heart is a muscle in any case...love is a small part of my brain with way to long of a scientic name with latin roots to recall that needs attention....or that thinks it needs attention. right now i'm stagnant, and would rather settle for being blown away then blown off.
why do we writers crave so much for the altered states...and altered people? I love manipulators of words too much, i will fall for a poet 1,000 times before just a pretty face...even though i know if they are good, they are just as fucked...if not more so then myself. I leave you with a quote by a fellow word slinger, someone i havent had a full chance to love...probably for the better...his persona is the kind that terrifies before it attracts:
You can fuck too many people
If youre an autobiographical writer
You have to edit names and dates
Unless you want a lawsuit
Or bricks through your window
Or worse
So I called her and laid it on thick for a thin guy
the only secret is if you beat the terror of being alone
You can have anyone you want
I write her name on the inside of my wrist in case I forget it
You can never tell who feeds the monsters under their bed,
The closet carnivores, but Scorpios are a sure bet,
Thats why its tattooed on my arm
Poison should always be labeled...
Clarity always comes at a bad time.
Theres an ancient curse that says: May you get what you want.
My ego is a garbage disposal.
Shake its hand and itd spit it back to you.
-Jamie Kennedy (the real one) from "The Suicide Kings" tittle chap book: "Fight Naked"
The Poems I Have Not Written
by John Brehm
Im so wildly unprolific, the poems
I have not written would reach
from here to the California coast
if you laid them end to end.
And if you stacked them up,
the poems I have not written
would sway like a silent
Tower of Babel, saying nothing
and everything in a thousand
different tongues. So moving,...
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by John Brehm
Im so wildly unprolific, the poems
I have not written would reach
from here to the California coast
if you laid them end to end.
And if you stacked them up,
the poems I have not written
would sway like a silent
Tower of Babel, saying nothing
and everything in a thousand
different tongues. So moving,...
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kitsuneluvsyuki:
how sad
eccentric:
If only there were a poem that could do such thing...i'd be tempted to write one myself....but i'd be scared to as well. and rightfully so.