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Post by wayved on Mar 27, 2006 23:58:32 GMT -5
the world its howling wind
its nightmare in your nice bed
the nightmare takes up your time
and your thoughts while you brush your teeth
when the sun comes up the nightmare
the nightmare consumes your thoughts
walking down the street kissing the one you love
all your work may have to lay down
to the nightmares
the blue sky is crystalline--there are a couple cracks
hope someone does not throw the rock
for it to all come crumbling down
the nightmare
when those who claim to know you tell
say you are sick and condemned to hell
when all you want are your loved ones to be well
its the nightmare the nightmare
you wake up you walk around
the glass shatters around everything youve found
it never changes its day to day
its the nightmare
it does not matter who you are
no one really knows anyone
judge and judge and pain and shake
in real life you never ever wanna wake
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Post by sisyphus on Mar 28, 2006 0:03:35 GMT -5
cool space experimento, frag.
that's a dark poem...wayved. i like the way you insert "nightmare" into the syntax throughout the poem....seems constantly at odds...slightly jolting in a weird dissonant kinda way.
lucid dreamin and nightmarin, baby. that's the key.
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Post by Rit on Mar 28, 2006 10:30:31 GMT -5
that's the key to what?
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Post by frag on Mar 28, 2006 10:32:58 GMT -5
dementia and lack of sleep i'm sure
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Post by frag on Mar 28, 2006 10:33:32 GMT -5
that or the lock box in the attic, which if it is, give it back. i want to see what goodies grandpa left me.
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Post by sisyphus on Mar 28, 2006 10:45:14 GMT -5
if all the world is a dream projected by the lenses of our minds, it's best we dream lucidly, so that we can control our fantasy rather than being controlled by it. if.
keys are stupid i guess. yeah.
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Post by Rit on Mar 28, 2006 12:07:57 GMT -5
nice poems, all.
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Post by wayved on Mar 28, 2006 23:27:35 GMT -5
I usually never had trouble sleeping. The other night I did. I was pissed. The nightmares I had set the tone. Foul stuff.
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Post by Kensterberg on Mar 28, 2006 23:32:46 GMT -5
I usually never had trouble sleeping. The other night I did. I was pissed. The nightmares I had set the tone. Foul stuff. You must've been looking at Ayinger's avatar ... or maybe Rocky's. ;D |
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Post by wayved on Mar 28, 2006 23:42:59 GMT -5
Ken, I really wish it were that simple.......and comical!
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Post by Kensterberg on Mar 28, 2006 23:50:14 GMT -5
Believe me, buddy I understand. I was on here about a month ago bitching about my own insomnia, which has since relented, thank god! Hope you can get some meaningful rest soon. I know that a lot of times piano music (i.e. classical etudes done on solo piano) will put me out. Really deep educational television can sometimes do it for me, too. Good luck, and good night.  |
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Post by rockysigman on Mar 29, 2006 0:09:08 GMT -5
I usually never had trouble sleeping. The other night I did. I was pissed. The nightmares I had set the tone. Foul stuff. You must've been looking at Ayinger's avatar ... or maybe Rocky's. ;D HÉ! My avatar is a rendering of me, by Frag. Why is that scary? |
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Post by rockkid on Mar 30, 2006 13:47:19 GMT -5
The chest hair I'd say.
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Post by wayved on Apr 2, 2006 0:36:41 GMT -5
demonic and human
not knowing what they do
stomping around
in their paradise
leaving everyting they know behind
"someone else will pick up the pieces
and lose sleep"
"it is all ok cos we are together in sickness
and in our insanity"
"just as long as they think we are dead we
can do anything we want"
"oh yes its not our problem we will cast our cares to the wind"
the stars are brighter in darker night
waves crash along the sand
everywhere it does not matter what sand
it just does not matter where
in their beautiful unknowing(better word here?) pain
their cares sweep along the ocean
they sweep along the desert too
their cares they just have nowhere to go
their cares along the highway
and their cares in telephone calls
and their cares like dew on ivy
creep into nightmares of those that know and love
"just as long as we dont exist"
"what a romantic thought"
and the wind drifted their cares onto others whether they liked it or not...
"they will never know"
like the dust on a windowsill
whose window yields a view of a singular telephone phole
that birds sit on
like worried relations
dead or alive
shack mountain or island
glacier?
where are you?
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Post by rockkid on Apr 2, 2006 11:20:03 GMT -5
No Simplicity
I see you walking to the door
Your stripped off skin in a shoulder bag
and there's nothing I can do
We all make mistakes
But your eyes are blind
and I can't throw my hands up
There's ties that bind
I'm strapped in a chair
Forced to watch
Front row seat
At the theater of hurt
Watch the clock
Wait, wait
Wait
rk.
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