poems, no less

[rockkid]

Crushed

I can't believe the deception
Empathy from conception
Blowing like wisps on willow leaf

The insensitiveness
Conceptualness
Dead gone, captured in a time frame
Remembered by no one
By everyone

Bleeding heart rules
The new school
And you're still gone

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

rk.

[sisyphus]

Malkovich Drinks Linguid

Can I call you Malkovich? Sometimes I feel like your body contains six billion bodies. The “you” in them guides like an ubermensh, though sometimes “you” sleeps. At the very least, you reflect six billion minds. But your skin is an elastic mirror that absorbs while it reflects. Your tongue is a nipple, beneath a hood of lip skein, that squirts and feeds with word milk.

Sometimes you swallow this milk yourself. Afterward, you may even piss it out, unabsorbed. I’d even wager that sometimes you gag on your own milk. I know I choke on mine, occasionally. I don’t know where you hide your pregnancy. Perhaps it looms outside you. Maybe it beats within you. Could it be sleeping deep in me? Shall I drink your milk? Can you swallow mine? Will you swallow me?

You are a visionary. A fusionary. A missionary. You grope and clutch around on images that speak to you beneath language. You absorb them through your soft mirror membrane, and struggle to translate them into the word plane. In your anxiousness for honesty and understanding, you squeeze them dry. You suck their blood, hoping the extra protein will manifest itself--interpret itself--in a thick growth of lingual fingernails.

Yet, you know that your nails are dead; mere gravestones to a surging life of prophecies that pulse within your inscrutiable body of bodies; bodies raked bloody by your own claws. Your body is plural inside. (feel) Should I committ plural-icide? Must I squeeze myself out from your looking glass to do so? Should I smash my head through this placentic mirror and exhaust my lungs in the shrill air above womb water?

Or.... can two mirrors rub together to sand off reflexion, and conceive a child of glass?

[sisyphus]

rockkid, dark...good stuff. what's the second one about, if you don't mind my asking? "Crushed" reminds me almost of poetry itself....trying to express its impotence....

[rockkid]

Crushed was actually brought on by the death of one of our DND members & the bullshit media blitz that occurs every time one dies.
I suppose really it’s the family that would feel the impotence.

[sisyphus]

aha. & indeed.

[wayved]

no one wants to talk about it
the numb feeling of sweaty sleep
the feelings that everyone wants to give away
but they choose to keep
nighttime littered with alarm clock setting

no one wants to talk about it
its two o clock and game show themes race around your head
its about time to call it all gone
all gone but you cant
cos its all gone and you dont know that its
all gone cos its all gone

antigone and heresy
blasphemy epitome
tomatoes in the garden eaten
by grotesque worms
that mother is afraid of

scallops in the sea
dont mind your presence
cos you are on the shore
you are no threat to them
at least not now

the stars cannot hear you
the aries will try to kill you
high up on the hill
is there a battle beginning

no one wants to talk about it
casino lights pollute the sea
a lovers kiss tastes of wanting to be somewhere else
you can only stare at the moon for so long

no one wants to talk about it
well adjusted hair and nails
the lemon tree red brick and snails
the power lines count them all

no one wants to talk about it
when all you want is love
and the sheen of emptiness
is all that pours down upon

no one wants to talk about it
no one wants to talk about it
shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[sisyphus]

umm.... no-one wants to talk about a lot of things. where can i find this "no-one?"

[wayved]

sisyphus: to make it plain as vanilla ice cream --I just spent some time with my grandparents on my moms side. I havent seen my parents for over a decade. "Dont be sad get on with your life" as my grandmother on my dads side lays dying. "you need to be happy get over it" etc. Im a pretty easy going person to be honest but they were really concerned but didnt want to deal with the subject at hand cos they were so far removed from it and expected me to laugh and be happy like mickey dolenz with a hot dog in America.. I learned more things in the past week than I never thought possible. You asked and there it is. I can understand their want to not feel anything about it. You cant grieve. I think its necessary.

But sisyphus you caused this:

BITCHIN SHOES

she is so fine
I got somethin to do
my baby my baybee
got some bitchin shoes

the sweat from my brow
im born anew
i beg and beg she will wear
bitchin shoes

(lame ass sloppy loud guitar solo)
BITCHIN SHOES
BITCHEN SHOES
MY BABEE WEARS BITCHEN SHOES
AHHHHHHH

in the mountains!
BITCHIN SHOES
on the street!
BITCHIN SHOES!
on a hillside posing for a picture with goats
BITCHIN SHOES
for her dumbass husband
BITCHIN SHOES
in the aquarium
BITCHIN SHOES
in PHILEDELPHIA
BITCHIN SHOES
for RANDY nEWMAN
bitchin shoes
for Leonard cohen
BITCHEN SHOES
I LOVE BITCHEN SHOES HOW DO YOU SPELL BITCHEN? HAHAHAHA

[wayved]

that is supposed to sound like iggy circa Raw Power by the way....

[sisyphus]

wowza. i am flattered. i'm gonna put on some bitchin' bitch boots and then go for a spin in my bitchin' camero.

sorry to hear about the family troubles with respect to your grandma's dying... not to mention your own personal struggle...grieve away...it most certainly IS within your rights...

[Thorngrub]

Bitchin' tune, wayved !! \m/

[poseidon]

wayved said:

sisyphus: to make it plain as vanilla ice cream --I just spent some time with my grandparents on my moms side. I havent seen my parents for over a decade. "Dont be sad get on with your life" as my grandmother on my dads side lays dying. "you need to be happy get over it" etc. Im a pretty easy going person to be honest but they were really concerned but didnt want to deal with the subject at hand cos they were so far removed from it and expected me to laugh and be happy like mickey dolenz with a hot dog in America.. I learned more things in the past week than I never thought possible. You asked and there it is. I can understand their want to not feel anything about it. You cant grieve. I think its necessary.

But sisyphus you caused this:

BITCHIN SHOES

she is so fine
I got somethin to do
my baby my baybee
got some bitchin shoes

the sweat from my brow
im born anew
i beg and beg she will wear
bitchin shoes

(lame ass sloppy loud guitar solo)
BITCHIN SHOES
BITCHEN SHOES
MY BABEE WEARS BITCHEN SHOES
AHHHHHHH

in the mountains!
BITCHIN SHOES
on the street!
BITCHIN SHOES!
on a hillside posing for a picture with goats
BITCHIN SHOES
for her dumbass husband
BITCHIN SHOES
in the aquarium
BITCHIN SHOES
in PHILEDELPHIA
BITCHIN SHOES
for RANDY nEWMAN
bitchin shoes
for Leonard cohen
BITCHEN SHOES
I LOVE BITCHEN SHOES HOW DO YOU SPELL BITCHEN? HAHAHAHA

You "Bitch" too much... ;D

[sisyphus]

if it were not for bitches, there would never be any puppies.

[Thorngrub]

for my brother(s)








Blame assigned to others is directed with folly,
For all woes stem from one's own heart and mind.

~

This is not a wisdom that can be taught;
It must be learned by one's own hand or not learned at all.

~

We alone are the ultimate source and cause of our own misfortunes.
Changes must be made within ourselves if we are to overcome them.

~

Every individual carries the mob mentality within their own mind.
With every generation it becomes increasingly difficult to overcome.

~

This is the nature of the Beast we each carry within our hearts:
The more progress civilization makes, the wilder the Beast inside each one of us.

~

Why the current age perforce must be the speciality of the spiritual warrior:
Only through greater intellect and wisdom may the sword's reign over the pen be brought to an end.


~

When the pen dictates a thousand swords to be drawn, it is not mightier, but weaker.
In this fashion the pen's nib becomes the sword's tip, and ink turns to blood.

~

Only when the pen manages to sheathe a thousand swords,
May it truly be considered to be mightier.


~

The sword has kept the pen in bondage for nearly as far back as memory reaches,
And blood has filled our inkwells for a thousand generations.

~

The transubstantiation of this blood back into ink parallels that of water to wine.
The alchemical secret of this process is not lost, only forgotten.

~

If a saviour's message was that water is to be valued over wine,
Then our message today is that ink is to be valued over blood.

~

For men to value ink over blood, they must perforce realize
That there is something more valuable than their own blood.

~

That value can only be attributed to the greater worth of all men's blood.
This is the recurrent sin of the fallen: Not seeing the forest for their veins.

~

For all men truly are brothers, regardless of race, status or enemyhood.
When one man hurts another, he hurts his own brother.

~

Retaliation for being attacked amounts to joining the ranks of the enemy.
In striking back at those who have harmed us, we join their cause & support it fully.

~

The word "enemy" is derived from the Latin inimicus.
The Latin word inimicus means "in friend".

~

Since all enemies are made by the division of friendships,
Friends are made in dividing the enemy.

~

In this dynamic lies revealed a choice every one must make:
The choice becomes which army to stand with.

~

We may choose to stand for the division of the enemy's ranks,
Or we may choose to stand for the division of our friend's ranks.

~

There is no other choice available to us.
One army grows while the other weakens.

~

The word friend is derived from Old English, "free" and "to love".
To seek revenge upon another is to surrender one's freedom and love.

~

Seperating one's self from the Beast inside is the pathway towards love.
The way this is accomplished is by controlling the Beast inside and rising above.

~

This is how one becomes a true individual and friend to everyone.
Failure to do this leads back towards joining the ranks of the enemy.

[sisyphus]

*affirmative nods^*