For the month of April/poetry.......

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  • even flow?even flow? Posts: 8,066
    Thank you "the unseen" and "puremagic" for the recent contributions and to everbody else who have come to read and post to the "April" thread. The month is almost finished. If somemore of the oldschool guys/gals would surprise me that would be great. Great, I say.

    I could not believe the news today
    I could not run far enough away
    I could not face the truth in facts
    My whole world was fading to black
    My inspiration for life and more
    Was found murdered on the floor
    For no apparent reason you life had been taken
    A robbery gone wrong was forsaken
    Life has no true meaning for me now
    If life will go on
    I don't know how
    You've changed your place in this world!
  • Ok2GoOk2Go Posts: 102
    Astronauts Anonymous

    Euphoric recall of 12 steps to the Moon
    Once, before splish splash landing, I dreamed of green cheese, crackers & candy

    Now we piss away rocket fuel on jets, bombs and rehabilitation war, all the while making the moon feel like a whore.

    What happeded to all our space cowboys with their incredible sight?
    ..... and the knowledge their eyes held to make this planet turn to the right.

    Disqualify the positive.
    Holier than thou Bush.
    If i could, i would send him to the edge of the ancient flat world, give him a push!

    Elect the Noetic.
    Now that would be poetic.

    ..... maybe these words are just fantasy and wholly pathetic. Well whatever they are, i have the serentity to accept the things i cannot change, the courage to say what i can and the wisdoom to know that......

    Bush is an asshole.


    *GitaGirl*
    "and then, one Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, a girl sitting on her own in a small cafe in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong in the world all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place. This time it was right and no one had to get nailed to anything. Sadly, before she could get to a phone to tell anyone about it, a terrible stupid catastrophe occurred, and the idea was lost forever."

    Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy
  • even flow?even flow? Posts: 8,066
    Thanks Gita! I hope you are on the up and up.


    Brisk winds blow outside the windows
    Stealthy
    Yet, not quiet
    Winds of change
    The first taste of the cool winter
    Temperature
    Is the true test
    Snow
    The accepted?
    Except with the wheel of a car
    Under your command
    You've changed your place in this world!
  • even flow?even flow? Posts: 8,066
    I wish I was rich for all the wrong reasons
    Up to my neck in payoffs and treason
    Aside from my health
    What would be my worry
    Maybe a richer person
    Having a fury
    Having lost all he had
    Now he has gond fucking mad
    Making a lot of people sad
    Those around him look bad
    I wish I was poor for all the wrong reasons
    You've changed your place in this world!
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    blink
    with every
    breath
    blink with every
    step
    and take it in
    the sun
    take it in
    the sky
    blink
    with every
    motion
    blink
    with every thought
    blink
    and see your life
    flash
    with every close
    of your eyes.
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    oh, the wonder, oh the why
    oh the ethereal soft sigh desire
    as i know and have known your cerebrally inside
    an aside and on site and in flesh and in mind
    and how, when one's wish to dine on and beside you
    how does one placate come forty some high noons?

    the answer seems clear in this afterrush
    blushing one p.m.
    to make now Victorian
    the means to our ends

    the dime upon which
    we stop sopping it up
    our bread and our bowl
    saved for daybreak's fine sup




    (kinda silly, but there you have it :)
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    Originally posted by even flow?
    You said hi and I did to
    Which led to something, no one knew
    Would grow to something like F'ing at lunch
    Eating up your cu** like it was brunch
    F'ing in your car, at your house while you husband was out
    F'ing until it's my name, not god's you shout
    F'ing you from France to Greece
    F'ing on the covers of your bed made of fleece
    F'ing you on the floor of your den
    Then putting you on the washing machine to F you again
    F'ing in you shower before going back to work
    Not talking to you again because I'm a F'ing jerk


    Enjoy the weekend everybody!!!!!!

    omg!!!! evenflow!!! :D:D:D LOL!
  • even flow?even flow? Posts: 8,066
    Death can come at any moment
    It will not announce its arrival
    May it happen in my sleep
    Useless is our survival
    Many people run
    Many people hide
    Death like cancer
    Starts on the inside
    Pesticides for my survival
    Playing god with the crops
    Mad cow and tainted pork
    Acid rain drops
    Inevitable as it is
    You can't dwell on through life
    Torture the brain
    Live with the pain
    Check out early
    Leave someone surly
    A nice sleep death will be
    Spread the ashes below my favourite tree
    So earth and I can unite as one
    The same fucking way my life begun
    You've changed your place in this world!
  • A nice sleep death will be
    Spread the ashes below my favourite tree
    So earth and I can unite as one
    The same fucking way my life begun


    ahh even...
    yes
    drowning....drowning....down...down...down
  • YellowYellow Posts: 699


    In marking my territory
    I forget, no deny
    blind
    that the territory itself
    IS
    OF
    Its
    OWN
    mind

    And I am lucky
    To have shelter
    From the wind

    I am lucky
    As my shelter
    Silences the din
    And all the voices
    Holding me captive
    From the truth
    plain and red
    Beckoning my hand
    To fly open
    the double-door underground
    And Tend
    Rend helpless
    This self-perceived sin.

    My Tornado Won’t Be Told
    Where to Blow
    It just Blows
    Where it Goes.
    And I can’t but behold.
    It is glory, like me.

    And to Fear?
    Like a rabbit screeching and calling the hawk’s eye to it?
    No, no…
    I Love It.
    And I am not that dumb.


    Let Faith Lay in its Passing
    The Coming of Dawn
    And the Relative Peace, Thereafter.
    Love.


    It's all yellow.


  • EvilToasterElfEvilToasterElf Posts: 1,119
    I don’t know why I live the day,
    When I can only hold you in my dreams.
    I don’t know what I have to say,
    To catch you like autumn steals the leaves.

    Where is the sweet embrace of night,
    The dusk can bring your face to mind.
    Your wide eyes casting nets of light,
    where only happiness I find.

    And as my lids close out my senses,
    I can feel my lips against your neck.
    And as our fingers lock intensely,
    I know that there’s no turning back.

    I only joke to hear you laugh,
    And only talk to keep you near.
    Silently I walk the winding path,
    To the question, now that the answer’s here.

    Whenever you look into these blue puddles,
    Know that something ripples deeper than friendship.
    I hope to lie next to you and just collect stubble,
    Which slows the caress of you fingertips.
  • EvilToasterElfEvilToasterElf Posts: 1,119
    Your eyes to me are shards of sun
    descending through the thinnest cloud
    and in them I am stuck in time, a reflection
    trapped in paradise.

    A mirror cracked beneath your nose, in which
    shined a dozen smiles, and each one alone had stopped
    me cold, discerning from unspoken whispers
    a longing which followed me
    into my dreams.

    Where dancing through thin waterfalls, bathed
    in sterling moonlight, we pressed against each
    other’s skin, and felt each other’s warmth within
    our chests.

    For every second arm in arm euphoria eclipsed
    my thoughts, and every minute spent apart ripped
    from my chest my crude life’s blood, which spilled
    like memories

    running swift, against the current of your hips, swaying
    like wordless music, in a tune that drove men like
    me insane. But in you I always find myself, like a phoenix
    from the mires.

    When you fall into that chasm, I will gladly dive within
    until those slippery walls are ladders, and brightness fills
    that empty space.
  • YellowYellow Posts: 699
    Originally posted by EvilToasterElf
    I don’t know why I live the day,
    When I can only hold you in my dreams.
    I don’t know what I have to say,
    To catch you like autumn steals the leaves.

    Where is the sweet embrace of night,
    The dusk can bring your face to mind.
    Your wide eyes casting nets of light,
    where only happiness I find.

    And as my lids close out my senses,
    I can feel my lips against your neck.
    And as our fingers lock intensely,
    I know that there’s no turning back.

    I only joke to hear you laugh,
    And only talk to keep you near.
    Silently I walk the winding path,
    To the question, now that the answer’s here.

    Whenever you look into these blue puddles,
    Know that something ripples deeper than friendship.
    I hope to lie next to you and just collect stubble,
    Which slows the caress of you fingertips.


    verrrrrry sweet, evil :)
    It's all yellow.


  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    Baby, do you want me to go
    I know you gotta rest
    The rest of everyone knows
    You always do your best
    To let them rest
    To be their best
    Not on a shelf, but in your heart
    And on your mind, you’re kind
    I’m blessed, I’m blessed,
    I’m blessed you’re mine And

    I
    Think you’re Fine
    And I
    Find you divine
    And You
    Always gotta spot on my mind
    So we
    Can Take our Time


    (he said)

    No, I do not want you to go
    I know you gotta get
    To making everything flow
    Such a perfectionistic, cryptic
    ______________chick
    Lip Goss, Fix this
    Yes there it is!
    No I do not want you to leave
    We’re custom built I see
    Please please please please
    Stay here with me

    Cuz I
    Think you’re fine
    And I
    Find you divine
    And You
    Always gotta spot on my mind
    So we
    Can take our Time
  • even flow?even flow? Posts: 8,066
    Thanks to all who came and posted and read. It was fun going through some old notebooks to find some material to post. Sometimes I just went to the "pit" well to bring back some old crap I had posted before. Love seemed to rule the day as did the turning of winter to spring. I will continue to read you stuff as long as you continue to write. It was a blast. Too bad some of the old school people (you know who you are) didn't drop in for a one day go. It would have been fun and nobody would have made you stick around for too long. Until next April..................

    "religion"

    Down on your knees
    A need to pray
    Looking for a beacon
    To light your final day
    Funny how god is an answer
    To every loser who dosen't want to die
    Pick on a Muslim
    Look in the South
    Those white in-bred fuckers
    Spew the same shit from their mouth
    At least they are not afraid of their fate
    Your southern religion has just as much hate
    So don't use religion as a crutch
    Even though it is only as much
    I thought religion was the reason for peace
    Seems like god's name is up for a lease
    When pray becomes prey
    God will have nothing to say
    For if it is watching
    His vision unfold
    Please don't recite to me
    From the bible you hold
    Native Indians
    Had it right all along
    Until the white man came calling
    Telling them right from wrong
    If everyone who is a fanatic
    Would just fuck off and die
    The world would be a better place
    Without religion
    For you and I
    You've changed your place in this world!
  • even flow?even flow? Posts: 8,066
    The only thing lonlier than a liar
    Is the chasm where the lie is lost
    You've changed your place in this world!
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    there are a LOT of really nice contribs on here


    fuck radar and goo... buncha losers :P


    even be ditched us!


    the audAcity! :o


    well, i never... i swear


    (like, on a stack of thesauri... keep those bibles away from me)



    :D



    later, ef? it rocked :)
  • even flow?even flow? Posts: 8,066
    Originally posted by PastaNazi
    there are a LOT of really nice contribs on here


    fuck radar and goo... buncha losers :P


    even be ditched us!


    the audAcity! :o


    well, i never... i swear


    (like, on a stack of thesauri... keep those bibles away from me)



    :D



    later, ef? it rocked :)

    Don't go dissing on BE. Look at page one. BE came to the plate and swung the bat. I agree with the rest my friend. It was a blast. Later!
    You've changed your place in this world!
  • Life is a funny thing
    Sometimes a beautiful, sensual dance
    Embracing you with strong arms
    Melting into you
    Breathing you in
    Holding you close to it's heart
    Nurturing, loving, caring, giving
    Then comes the exhale
    -For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction-
    You're sent hurling into a brick wall
    By a hard fist
    Busting your chops
    Cracking your fucking skull
    Sending vibrations that turn your very soul
    Beseeching, begrudging, angry, hating
    Leaves you bleeding and desperate
    Black dots swim in your vision
    You stumble and mumble like a sadmadwoman
    Tripping you, mocking you
    Ripping your seams apart
    AND LAUGHING!!??!!
    HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
    HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
    HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
    HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
    HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
    HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
    Oh, that horrid, maniacal laughter
    It rings in your ears
    Whistles through your aching mind
    Gives rise to thoughts
    Thoughts of the days
    Those wonderous days
    Of the dance
    So soft and sweet
    So tender and moist
    Ripe for the picking
    If only you could just breathe in again



    Just trying to bee a good little worker these days. Y'all keep up the great writing and be good to eachother! :)

    Love, BE :)

    ps. :D :D :D Bye!
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    the last day
    of the wet month
    the sunny month
    the month that was both
    hot and cold
    that made me
    sweat
    and
    shiver
    within days of each other
    april i love you

    *kisses april bye bye*

    :D hee hee
    I'm a dork... to the extreme
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    i be like, DAMN... B.E. be breaking out the Faith Hill...
    (it's a lovely piece... so right, and amazing our capacity to run the course)

    *phew*




    and... i was just joshing...



    (well, not about Goulet... that guy don't answer my pm's... talk about dork!)


    :D;):D;):D



    love to all
  • setaside2setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    -For the Proetic Gone to Peace-

    I will be the first on the doorstep with a stick of wheatgrass in my mouth, the mountain dew on one hand and my laptop in the other.
    I will have flowers for her and the rest of you in my car now covered in road wear and dragonflies. Their wings may even glisten.
    I will bring my words and my wariness and my philosophy and my love and my beckoning dreaming; of the shaman kind.
    Aloft, we shall sally forward sucking chloroform and mineral water to cure our insomnia and other social ills, these things that cause our lack of dream and flexibility.
    Sighing, gasping cloth and it would seem that our lives go quietly in between as, during our first few tentative days, we eye each other at close distances wondering at these corporeal ghosts that have touched us before we had the chance to count fingers and who now appear to sudden tangibility, living and breathing as colorful as we had once foreseen.
    If a parasite does its deeds out of compassion and for love and because of the things they'd seen, well, let it be called poetry then. Let it be called precognition, the foretold, the a priori of infinitum concluded... the means that brings upon us the end, here at the beginning of all things.

    The house windows will fly open as released doves.
    Witness the glass as it vibrates under the force of freedom, the air that home may breathe after so long in asphyxiation.
    To whomever may take the basement and to whomsoever may discover the attic: it matters not to me for I claim the roof as mine. Consider it my helipad from which I intend to soar at a moments notice, though my hovering skills are still very much under instruction. You may visit upon your leisure, upon your pleasure, within your measured mind.
    I have noticed that the grass grows shorter as it approaches the road and wonder upon its care as I sip my spice tea.
    Every sunset is surprising anymore as time appears to increase its pace day after day: I believe that by the time I pass the earth will then rotate about the sun at an hourly rate.

    Over dinner, wine, and a grasp of the minds we may all finally meet, this odd matrix of mixed psyche. And it shall come to pass that all that has been laid on this table board shall become rasa, in fact as clear and cold as ice, as pure as a single sheet of mica. There will be those who mutter their adorations and adulations under their breath while others will stand atop the chair waving merlot, painting the rest of us with their carelessly given heart's mix. The stains are not permanent but they carry heat, scent and sadness... I will not forget them. There may be calls for speeches as many times as there will be calls for silence upon silence to listen to the wisest of the crickets under the stove. Their orchestrations will perhaps serenade our toast and our solitude in togetherness and our quest for the true poet's commune. Perhaps we will learn.

    Capote, Kerouac, Lorca, Kinsbury, Plath, Frost, Angelou, Longfellow, the rest of you... with respect: we have arrived. And we appreciate you having set this table before us, for having built this house within which we have the temerity to live, for having planted the seeds that have allowed us to become the shimmering and fragile willows that we are. May we deepen the canyons you have worn into this green earth, the sediments and layers of your epic floods apparent and readable, tactile and osmotic hieroglyphics. May we begin new trails and trials for others to follow long after we have departed, making sure that the silver was properly polished and that the cobwebs of an age have been swept away.

    As we ready for departure after this eternal weekend, the blade shall be brought forth and we must all decide the parts of us that must needs be cut away to store in this forever house, the ones that will bring us back, the ones that will keep us kin with ourselves, each other, the ancestral starlight and the future intrinsic. It will be bloodless but not without pain for it is with humility that all things must be left behind. It is with openness and the bared chest that sacred and holy things must be shared. It is with supplication and thanks that all must bow heads and receive each gift as if it were the last we were to ever receive, or the first of all wonders we have perceived. Without such ritual, without such honor, our brand of proetic love would never exist. All poets bleed, it has been said before, and indeed it is up to the rest of us, the participants and the watchers of such internal/external revelations, yes we must have our chalice at the ready to catch what we may from the air before the earth has sucked its last from the lot.

    I shall drink this wine of life, the cup salute of forehead, lips, chest, and the ever closing of eyes savoring all of you upon my tongue, running my mouth and my mind. My tears will mingle with the salt and sweet of it. Tipping back, my mind will escape the hatch and seek others with which to become one, at last finding its lost abilities, May having finally arrived.

    Our circle of footsteps will become indelible.
    Our ink will smear many pages before our books are closed, one by one, and dusted to shelf in the libraries of mankind.
    Who will be the last? Who will be our final guardian?
    And will the heavens remember us as who we were, these physical creatures... or will they remember us as the living ethereal, pasting our true selves to a piece of pulped and mercuric wood to be glued, pressed and thrown upon the wind from the highest of heights?

    The last that may be seen of us will be the grass arising from our language and our words as the page upon which we have continued to breathe breaks down and mingles once again with the earth wherein we birthed and where, whether in flame or in lane, we have retired so many centuries past.

    it is through this, and through each other... we shall live unto the end of the earth. Here, at the beginning of all things, and at the end of all our hands.

    may the ink never run dry.

    with love,

    seta
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • setaside2setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    Also, let it be known that here, in Colorado, on April 30th, it snows... profusely and wetly.

    goodbye april.

    and goodbye to you all.

    seta
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    Originally posted by even flow?
    "religion"

    Down on your knees
    A need to pray
    Looking for a beacon
    To light your final day
    Funny how god is an answer
    To every loser who dosen't want to die
    Pick on a Muslim
    Look in the South
    Those white in-bred fuckers
    Spew the same shit from their mouth
    At least they are not afraid of their fate
    Your southern religion has just as much hate
    So don't use religion as a crutch
    Even though it is only as much
    I thought religion was the reason for peace
    Seems like god's name is up for a lease
    When pray becomes prey
    God will have nothing to say
    For if it is watching
    His vision unfold
    Please don't recite to me
    From the bible you hold
    Native Indians
    Had it right all along
    Until the white man came calling
    Telling them right from wrong
    If everyone who is a fanatic
    Would just fuck off and die
    The world would be a better place
    Without religion
    For you and I

    ...this is my personal ef? favorite :D kudos to you :)
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    just printed this... didn't want to lose it
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    Originally posted by olderman
    red were mine eyes,
    despair daggered my heart,
    alone, caught freezing alone,
    as the lightning cast light upon the truth that is shame,
    all that is sacred is no longer,
    and all that is wonder is gone.

    and yet the cold rain,
    pelting, soaking, waking me to confront myself,
    slapping me, freezing my skin,
    prompting me to take cover,
    to start over,
    to dispell the shame, dismiss her name and go on.

    i'm not yet ready for the sun and moon
    to shine in my corner of this cold space,
    it is mine and mine alone,
    and only the rain is welcome,
    for rain is my only friend,
    and shame is my only enemy.


    just checking this... there is so much good work in here :)
  • even flow?even flow? Posts: 8,066
    :eek:
    You've changed your place in this world!
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    :o you! :):):)
  • Originally posted by even flow?
    When love kicks open a door
    Knocks you to the floor
    Fucks you like a whore
    Ask yourself
    What is it for?

    pure bliss :)
  • even flow?even flow? Posts: 8,066
    Originally posted by PastaNazi
    pure bliss :)

    That sure wasn't a PG 13. ;)
    You've changed your place in this world!
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