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12-03-2016, 01:41 PM
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
I suppose I always wanted to put things here but never mustered up to do it. I never wanted something of my own so I got something from a recent time, a freeflowing verse diddy.

-Ever listen to the beats-

Just chill and watch out the window as nature fills the shrills. the mellowed -gaps and musical tones that resonate back at you, you hear what the music isn't creating, because the whole is combined as a feeling.

Ever done it? sound too worthless or weak. Vague enough that it seems not unique, that we all already do it. Or that I'm high as a the clouds in the distance i see as i jot this down, not looking anywhere else but at the sky and the sound...

a bird my drop, a leaf my fly. I stick to nature so often, I do question why, but answers are not given. it's a cop-out or crutch of my mind. Perhaps I really do get that symbol stuck in my mind,

desire for freedom, escaping, traveling like the wind without a set destination but a pattern of movement away from all that is formulated and rigid...

That's what I hear when I see the nature, what I know when I witness the jazz of a everlasting freeform rhythm. It sooths me to a place where no soothing can exist because you feel at one with that anxious tick in your hips. deep gasps won't settle you down, jogging down the carousel won't make you tick any less than silence of the solitude; Encasing you, undwindled, like the material you grow from.

"Allow there to be a spectrum in all that you see" - Neil Degrasse Tyson
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12-03-2016, 02:13 PM
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
(12-03-2016 01:41 PM)ClydeLee Wrote:  I suppose I always wanted to put things here but never mustered up to do it. I never wanted something of my own so I got something from a recent time, a freeflowing verse diddy.

-Ever listen to the beats-

Just chill and watch out the window as nature fills the shrills. the mellowed -gaps and musical tones that resonate back at you, you hear what the music isn't creating, because the whole is combined as a feeling.

Ever done it? sound too worthless or weak. Vague enough that it seems not unique, that we all already do it. Or that I'm high as a the clouds in the distance i see as i jot this down, not looking anywhere else but at the sky and the sound...

a bird my drop, a leaf my fly. I stick to nature so often, I do question why, but answers are not given. it's a cop-out or crutch of my mind. Perhaps I really do get that symbol stuck in my mind,

desire for freedom, escaping, traveling like the wind without a set destination but a pattern of movement away from all that is formulated and rigid...

That's what I hear when I see the nature, what I know when I witness the jazz of a everlasting freeform rhythm. It sooths me to a place where no soothing can exist because you feel at one with that anxious tick in your hips. deep gasps won't settle you down, jogging down the carousel won't make you tick any less than silence of the solitude; Encasing you, undwindled, like the material you grow from.

Excellent - but how about something from you?

Just tell it like it is.

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12-03-2016, 02:16 PM
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
Mycat

Feigning felinedeafness
Then Stuckupatree comegetmeness

Feedmenow lovingness
Then spittingdesist nofussyness

Racinground roominess
Then sleepytime drowsyness

Contentedsleeping on lapiness
Then viciousbiting of handiness

Nightontown allalone
But chirrupygreeting of gladtobehome

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21-03-2016, 01:18 AM
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
Insignificant Figures

Light as a feather
Wisping in the weather
Tell her it gets better
She needs it to get better

She never crunched the eggshells
Sharp beneath her feet
She wanted to be perfect
Only it was never worth it

She walks the hallways, "how are you?"
Answer's always fine
Fuck the truth 'cause no one cares
Or they'd stop and take the time

She's hoping she'll just sail away
Somewhere to another land
Float to heaven from her hell
Just surviving's not a plan

Just take it, fake it, make it
Breathe on into the next day
She'll tell herself she's beautiful
She won't hear it any other way

You lit the fire
Then she burned brighter
Her world went up in flames
You stoked the fire
As she burned out
You left her nothing but your name

Shell of a self
Pretty porcelain doll
Politico ventriloquist voice
Cavitation, silent fall

Count her ribs
Find twelve pair
Don't even have to touch
Coupled for each year it took
Until you abandoned ship

Two fingers bourbon, add some bitters
A new ring finger glitters
She never wanted carbon copies
Idyllic life - she'll always haunt it

She just wants to matter
Wants someone to mind her business
That's what it's going to take
For her to make it through this

Down the corridors, walk the halls
They don't talk directly to her
Silence to her face
If she'd only stop to listen
She'd hear the halfed concerns

"Did you hear what happened?
Do you think that she's okay?"
Even she'll admit it's hard not to notice
Shes light as a feather
Ashes wisping in the weather

Maybe she'll just whisper away

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15-04-2016, 12:50 PM (This post was last modified: 15-04-2016 01:09 PM by Nurse.)
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
Honestly, I haven't even read back through to proofread this one. Just need to get it out.

I don't know where we went wrong
I keep playing it over in my head
Was it something I said?
I just don't understand

How am I so difficult to love?
When I've tried to make it easy
Doesn't matter what I say or do
In the end, they'll always leave me

Run, run away
From all the problems
I disappear
Melt them all away

Maybe they can tell
Most people just don't matter
So they keep their distance
I keep mine
Never get to know each other better

But I don't know why I let you in
How the fuck did that happen?
I didn't even like you
Thought you were kind of weird
Truth be told when we first met
I thought that you were gay

Now you've got me turned upside down, inside out, my middles on the ends
You push me away to watch me leave
Never chasing after
You never say goodbye
Never left me any closure
It was cruel to let me linger
A man would have told me it was over

Run, run away
From all the problems
You disappear
Melt them all away

I hung on because you're rare
So few people get me
You captured my interest
I was wrong to think you'd see me

So what was I?
An easy target?
Or did you see something in me?
And then find that I was lacking?

I guess that's it
I wish you weren't so goddamned blind
So quick to pass harsh judgment
A fool with a closed mind

You think you see the world in all its colors
Float superior to us all
I found my way through sans drugs
Your pride will splatter when you fall

I see you, you know
I wish I didn't
Your mind can be so beautiful
All those parts that you keep hidden

But you run, run away
From all my problems
I didn't ask you to fix me
Just to be there when I solved them

I wanted your presence in my present
Just to be a silent pillar
To help me escape, run away
Lead me on adventures

So many broken promises
Things we didn't do
I don't know where to find those places
Or I'd go without you

Breaking bad
Broke me badly
Already broken
You didn't rip my heart out
Oh no, you did it slowly
You dug it out with your little spoon
That you kept in your front pocket

I'm not a fool
I knew what you were doing

Goddamn you
I took your words as truth
I fucking trusted you
Guess you laughed and thought me stupid
Did you mean it?
Those words you said?
Could you really be that confused?
Khatin-alone, ball of yarn unraveled

Run, run away
Just like your outdoor cat
Even he's not truly yours
Too much responsibility in that

You think I'm simple minded
Not quite Tame
It's because you never listened
To what I couldn't say

Listen to my words
Play them back
I can't always get my thoughts out
They choke, they fly away
I try to chase them down
Then you look at me with judge filled eyes
And then I can't find what to say
So the ones I did
Those words, my words
They always have more meanings

I thought you had it in you
A way to pull me out
I guess we both fucked up
While you were all strung out

So we both do what we both do best
We run, run away
Time and Distance
Just duct tape the lead
Make it safer
You played me like your organ horns
Those abandoned, so much laughter

I know you're tired
So am I
We could have sown together
Michaelangelo painting Bethlehem
Heaven now instead of after
Light the stars, the universe above with me below
Swirls of copper
Messy hair hanging down
I never knew this kind of beautiful
Goddess, it's what you called me
Took me to your Church
Parishioner, priest, or Teacher?
Doesn't matter
You never worshipped at my alter

You should have just stopped running
Now I'm crawling back
Just in the opposite direction
I wish you'd follow but you won't
So now my pace is picking up
I'm going to stand
Straighten my sore back
Be my own silent pillar

Run, run away
From all the problems
I disappear
Melt them all away

Edited one word to make it what I meant...

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15-04-2016, 01:00 PM
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
I wrote this one two nights ago, same time I finally got around to editing this pic from my trip to VI:

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You won't find me where the pebbles meet the sea
Stones too fresh to be sugared sand
Run away from the rhythmic tide
Too predictable
Outsmart the bears? Unwise wolf
You'll find me in the forest if you can find the path through your trees
Fare thee well
Catch and release
You won't find me on my knees
Silent begs of please
Dense as the woods
You come from
Ferns blanket the floors
Dampen my exiting steps
So soft beneath my cut feet
Fare thee well
Start where the trees meet the sea
You'd discover more than your reality
But you can't see the forest
You're too distracted by the leaves on my tree
Fare thee well

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04-05-2016, 08:51 AM
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
Not to mourn the Lost

From dust we were
for sure
to ash to remain

to ask the reflection in the mirror
just why
why am I here

I will not weigh agaist you the cost
nothing in living is lost

from stars we were
for sure
just what we will

I will unto thee
just breathe
live, and love, and be

there is nothing that we must become
I will
and nothing remains undone

Where we began
cast in a role
not of our own device
when the questions start
and our answers play little part
in what actually could suffice
to play the game you wear a mask
what is soul if not what calls you to task
and there's no one else to blame
if the image in the mirror
is blank

Perhaps I could mourn the lost
if I was the one, found
if life and love and family
could keep me bound

From the gleam in our mother's eyes
we were
and yet we all become
only what can be defined
hold fast
to what is good
all else
cast aside

(Me and the George having a toast of Stoli to Nishi)

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04-05-2016, 09:04 AM
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I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm totally having improper thoughts about Nurse. Angel

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04-05-2016, 01:29 PM
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(04-05-2016 09:04 AM)houseofcantor Wrote:  I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm totally having improper thoughts about Nurse. Angel

Was it the reference to getting my brains screwed out while tripping balls? Angel

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19-05-2016, 08:50 AM
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From recent events and a number of thread topics from this week:

I cannot smile for you today.

Walking across the walkway to work
there is no wind today.

I hear the silence
I hear my eyes darting,
observing objects scuttling towards me.

These crowds of people
obstacles in my path,
face down
in smart phone,
dumb drones,
so loud I can't hear them.

I try but no,
I cannot smile for you today.

The wind from the west has ceased its roar.

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Do I objectify?
Of course I do.
The actor performs to objects, not subjects.

Do I compartmentalise?
Of course I do.

Contain the wind in its compartment
I can not think of you today.

On with the show.
Entertain.
Educate.

"I am your trainer for the week."

Your trainer-monkey (with shoes); uploading thinking tools with a comedy routine.

Routine comedy.

The west wind has stopped wailing.

I cannot smile for you today.

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