Queso Posted December 1, 2005 Report Share Posted December 1, 2005 ZOSROSin the morning of the moon,I sat with wide eyesand one sockpeeling away the waxClinging to my cockin the very first sunshine,Ever. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CraigD Posted December 4, 2005 Report Share Posted December 4, 2005 Serpent at the gates of wisdom, why did you deceive?She was weak, but that's no reason, for what you did to Eve.You're a fool - you broke the stillness. She gave birth to desire,Rolling down the frozen highway, like a burning tire.(lyric by Robyn Hitchcock) Turtle 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Drip Curl Magic Posted December 5, 2005 Report Share Posted December 5, 2005 This is the first poem that I ever wrote: Intermediary philosophyDethroned by mediocracyNever a thought mistakenAberrance is the toneNo affair to descryLucidity in a nutshellNo table scraps left exceptour absence to shine I call upon you and your vivid army of oddityConfiscate my delusionModify my cerebral themeI want clarityBrief as it may be Because you know as well as IThat my deep lust for libertyWill drag me back to your fortress againJust you wait... We are stuck in an equalibrial glass containerInside the walls of this controvercial mazeFind the yin and you will most certainly know the yangOnly then will the pieces of your puzzle fitAnd the balance will become apparent Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tarantism Posted December 5, 2005 Report Share Posted December 5, 2005 ah, well, this would be the first post for me in this forum. earthly breeze and electric light encased meand the sun glowed patterns behind unmarked footsteps a tidal sun, maybe, much like one that i saw of the coast and mistook for an island. assertive always, i bowed my head and said no words to himi shut my eyes and took in the deep red reflectionscanned tuna benieth spinning lightsa polyfonic opus. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Queso Posted December 6, 2005 Report Share Posted December 6, 2005 unable to find DrawSprocket context:i stood up tall-shot my first into the sky!-i wailed, i yelped YES! swagger and oscilatingstaggering, bended, pulsate!wobble! wavering! weaved!leaning, fluctuater! inclined, pendulate-o!rock, roll, swing, swayvibrate, careen, lurch, undulate!until i just tripped backwards and ate **** on a rock sucked into the rift-raft of drone strings leaking into our lightless voidmy eyes, well the molecular structure that constitutes the eyesnaturally, we devolved well into my pockets regulating with the beginning sunshine that unveils, unlocks!that lacerates, unfolds and unfastensburts, jimmy, pops and penetrates the muktuk seeps through barkand releases the flying ear that hears the sitar structure of spectral groansleaping through the darkemptry streetsdancingmars is visib-light is shifting presenceabove us hummmms 17kHzfrom the streetlightsthey sang, we made them disappeardancingpanningon empty streetsspend the nightwith a pocket full of starsdeeper than Haleakalanodeeper than Olympus Mons deeper than mother nature herselfso wet deeper slith the giant squiddeeper the aquatikids tugged their balloons repeed the same word as a prefixed compilationdeeper choniclesdeeper intervalsdeeper everything else but-to keep my nut from busting. mirror magnifying i am a musical magnet from room to room to sky- Shallow sleep,a thumb-like halo dockedyou breathe. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Queso Posted December 7, 2005 Report Share Posted December 7, 2005 just writ what i spit, now tango hypography! Prior to my previous engagements-tip toetap taprain dropsred shiftbreak padsblue shiftneon zeon Stop! Light!two step from underneath galactric cracksgutters win the songs hearts in blue morn'breaking babooshka's backs! tip toestapsswallowed by a fellow who cradled abyss in hoodtaps the ashtraytips the glasswaitresshatSprints out revolving chevy doors!To the world! The parking lot!and slides a sudden rainyblack-top tumblewrists don't look alike strolling-all've these cars are blinking and spat.left my tongue with the wind, longlong agofollowed me out to the desert stuck to middle class cacti.the modest of mode!we dined upon mesasand feasted upon sand!we piled up poached pears!and now, for the pre-dessert puppet show:tumbling weeds Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Queso Posted December 7, 2005 Report Share Posted December 7, 2005 footloosejupiter rests under her own moonlightwe approached the tip of the dock with unnourished canninessand with a pinecone blink of an eye in the bark, i took flight!slept naked in a craterand I! the first man on the moon! exempt, and not liable for any radiation,doesn't fly a flagif i did, it would be upside downNASA sure had great light sourcesmocking our sunshame on their psuedo sun!quasi liars! yawning, with a stretchpeed my name w/no hands into the moon dustand soared around the galaxy like a sun fish insusceptible, almost favored by the etheri'll skate the rings of saturn!gillless, you'll never find me in the vast oceans on titan'cause i'll never sail it. our earth, oh she is so peaceful cresent and quietthe things i've heard down there... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Queso Posted December 7, 2005 Report Share Posted December 7, 2005 Nag Champa's thin line rises,two feet straight,before bursting into Julia Dreams.Monks past with smoke now mixed.Nag Champa's thin line rises. you're a fan of the glorious nag champa?:confused: i should have known!funny how i purchase it from 711 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tarantism Posted December 7, 2005 Report Share Posted December 7, 2005 this is my favorite poem by me to date. ambiance bubbleoops, im mistaken againsound is sound is sound is soundand yet here i am talking about a bubble. sometimes, if i put my ear down real low, i can hear the sounds of the earth rotatating, but every single time i try to let go and flot off, im weighted here by a train station. gravity, you are not my friend, i have a monkey for that. one that came from not a forest,but a desert, and now he lives here. he does not jump or chant or shout or dance, but instead a hookah master he has become. and a badger, yes a badger, im not sure about him. a diferent sort of badger, one that can go out on a limb, and stand there with perfect balance and then say "here i am, but a man and doing such things!" and a gorrila, a king one at that. this gorrila beats me in chess and sits in silent thought, but when asked about a day, he may just sit back and quietly say: "quite fine, thank you, but there is more yet to come" -- -like basseous sounds from the timpani drum. but i have found a best friend, yes we have just met, and i spend the most time with him where my thoughts are kept. yes! his name is silence, as in the absence of sound, for with him i sit, alone, never to be found. yes, i love all of my friends, and all of their chatter, but my best chatter comes when im all that matters, here in my head, alone for the night, here in my head there is but one light. its been burning for a while, and will keep burning still, until one day still is all that there is. thats fine, its ok, i've come to grips with death, and there are plans i have with silence, once i have left. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Queso Posted December 21, 2005 Report Share Posted December 21, 2005 yeah,i always leave my cell phonelaying face down on the floorwhen i leave Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Queso Posted December 25, 2005 Report Share Posted December 25, 2005 gave myself awayto our earthon naked knee Drip Curl Magic 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tarantism Posted December 26, 2005 Report Share Posted December 26, 2005 sixteen flowers sit under the moonlight.a candle for thought food of some kindtear through dimensions... i ate the firei walked the suni tore the gate...i finilly beat the King Gorrilla at chess. you may be a nightbut you are a fast-food knight. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Turtle Posted December 31, 2005 Author Report Share Posted December 31, 2005 {This poem is per-forming two lines lions by too,Quoted by each per-former then two too lines lions building on & so we go:pome} Next. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Queso Posted December 31, 2005 Report Share Posted December 31, 2005 this is a song by Mr. Bungle called "goodbye sober day" if any of you get the chance, LISTEN TO IT!!!!!!!!!!go out of your way to aquire it.free.ok here it is: Your lips say one thing But the drugs say another How can I massage This inter-galactic ulcer? Goodbye sober day Hello milky way... Pin my ear to the wisdom post Hang me up and drain me dry Mend my shipwrecked spirit Lift the veil from my eyes Goodbye sober day The years grew wings and flew away Ghosts of the past become barbarians Of the future... And I still pity you Because what you said was true Goodbye sober day Hello milky way... May your sun be blown out like a candle May your sea burn like tar May your sky be rolled up like a scroll May your blue moon drip with blood What would they say If you went up in smoke? If I dug you up And made soup of your bones? Goodbye sober day Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tarantism Posted January 2, 2006 Report Share Posted January 2, 2006 what an evewhat a courtship manifestationto celebrate intoxication'to celebrate the birthdate of claimrustle, tussle, struggle and gawpround ten 'til stopa ship. a seaship!chord chello plays the bluesno. jazz.im crazy i might say but others theymaychoose to feel the same wayi dont care. a dirty laundry thought...forget itits wrong i lost twice for what challenge am eye?what price does it pay when a bug learns to fly?you could come, or you could stay,but i promise you that a new home lies this way. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Loricybin Posted January 3, 2006 Report Share Posted January 3, 2006 this is a song by Mr. Bungle called "goodbye sober day" if any of you get the chance, LISTEN TO IT!!!!!!!!!!go out of your way to aquire it.free.ok here it is: . . . viva la patton! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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