Instant Thoughts (add yours too if you like)

chadwick

vogonpoetbythelake wrote:

One in four instant thoughts are cancerous

that aint no shit! i fully agree
& as of late the poetic play on writing & quick thought here in this thread of the poetry section has become something to be desired alright.

i wish people gave 100% all the time, 24x7, 365 days a year when it comes to creative writing. bust one's balls, work at it, bleed it & sweat it out. it is a craft; a artform to be taken seriously

that is all. thank you for reading & understanding

vogonpoetbythelake

Where is the ghee? reduced the butter to pure fat,
alchemist dream persists as I de-cyst-omaticly cease,
no wonder land becomes the tonic fair
spare tire becomes flat and lazy
NO
not for the ends of this life time!
Walk away swayed into the dance of self design ,
creator to thank not self-same bitter retort, sadness
sadness at not keeping true to self? or is it too true?
Who am I?
What the...?
Skip the sanity to be in the midst,
mist
dead skunk in the middle of the road saw the coyote sitting,
standing still, poised too long
Okay you are right
I would have willed long ago sacrifice to say
time worn tradition, feng shui the wash board union
So many offended off hand
sniveling trivia for my tissue
child's play cannot say what it is to be a woman
a little less of a mushroom where I am kept in the dark and fed bullshit,
pissing me off into escape that is not the safest
Why do I....?
Such a popular song undone
in the calling
game is up.
Renew reframe re- group re- coup? what was lost?
Mad-a-gas-car
Jade
Jasper
nomenclature

chadwick

vogonpoetbythelake wrote:

Where is the ghee? reduced the butter to pure fat,
alchemist dream persists as I de-cyst-omaticly cease,
no wonder land becomes the tonic fair
spare tire becomes flat and lazy
NO
not for the ends of this life time!
Walk away swayed into the dance of self design ,
creator to thank not self-same bitter retort, sadness
sadness at not keeping true to self? or is it too true?
Who am I?
What the...?
Skip the sanity to be in the midst,
mist
dead skunk in the middle of the road saw the coyote sitting,
standing still, poised too long
Okay you are right
I would have willed long ago sacrifice to say
time worn tradition, feng shui the wash board union
So many offended off hand
sniveling trivia for my tissue
child's play cannot say what it is to be a woman
a little less of a mushroom where I am kept in the dark and fed bullshit,
pissing me off into escape that is not the safest
Why do I....?
Such a popular song undone
in the calling
game is up.
Renew reframe re- group re- coup? what was lost?
Mad-a-gas-car
Jade
Jasper
nomenclature

thank you for the writing. i had to look up the word i highlighted. i was lazy though & used the online definition & not a old fashion dictionary. also, the first word that comes up with nomenclature is chemisty...

1. the devising or choosing of names for things, esp. in a science or other discipline. - online definition

nicely done

vogonpoetbythelake

chadwick wrote:

vogonpoetbythelake wrote:

One in four instant thoughts are cancerous

that aint no shit! i fully agree
& as of late the poetic play on writing & quick thought here in this thread of the poetry section has become something to be desired alright.

i wish people gave 100% all the time, 24x7, 365 days a year when it comes to creative writing. bust one's balls, work at it, bleed it & sweat it out. it is a craft; a artform to be taken seriously

that is all. thank you for reading & understanding

EEK sorry I really have not the balls to bust nor crafted anything quite that seriously here and do take this thread a bit less seriously and have fun with it and most of what is posted, I was referring to my own instant thoughts being cancerous :oops: I know others have serious talent and dedication to writing here and I do truly delight in reading them as they come in, thank you Chadwick for your comments and vigorous writing style I appreciate them and your writing very much

chadwick

i am very much all for fun & lighthearted fucking around. there is also a time for getting real

dimitrispearljam

Learn to recognize omens, and follow them

justam

Yes, like a detective following a trail.

rollings

tight these feelings I have for you
run like rivers over boulders down from
nightfall set on candles
stringing lights
me you
these arms

the wolf

The lines of communication must stay open
Let us not waste this time
While waiting for your pearls of wisdom
I scratch your back, and you stab mine.

justam

I'm sometimes surprised by how slightly people understand me. I feel like such an open book but I guess I'm not.

dimitrispearljam

To and from the Angel go...

dimitrispearljam

on the rise

vogonpoetbythelake

Are you resting peacefully
or resting in pieces of eight
and what of four, three, two
one that has collected all things
finding, there are no things
in-between impossible and highly improbable mountains
traversed as if there was no sailing to be done
dentistry’s mistaken landscape of details
unattended until the pain is indicated
abscess riding the killer
leaving the undigested to rot and adhere
well worn patterns of yumminess in excess
excised only after infection passed through and burrowed its way
setting the canals to the end of our times
dug in by channeled waters, left for trains
trails to ride, the rails embraced
highly suspect philosophies are
quoted for their least understood lines
dismissed without understanding
brings on the desire to express further and then
futility in knowing we will encounter “it” again
the continual expression
remembering only passed on in lines
of inheritance continuously reinventing the wheel
familiar stories being those that lead us
looking for the novelty
relief of the familiar happy ever after
not today

chadwick

vogonpoetbythelake wrote:

Are you resting peacefully
or resting in pieces of eight
and what of four, three, two
one that has collected all things
finding, there are no things
in-between impossible and highly improbable mountains
traversed as if there was no sailing to be done
dentistry’s mistaken landscape of details
unattended until the pain is indicated
abscess riding the killer
leaving the undigested to rot and adhere
well worn patterns of yumminess in excess
excised only after infection passed through and burrowed its way
setting the canals to the end of our times
dug in by channeled waters, left for trains
trails to ride, the rails embraced
highly suspect philosophies are
quoted for their least understood lines
dismissed without understanding
brings on the desire to express further and then
futility in knowing we will encounter “it” again
the continual expression
remembering only passed on in lines
of inheritance continuously reinventing the wheel
familiar stories being those that lead us
looking for the novelty
relief of the familiar happy ever after
not today

what a incredible mind you have
that is rich

chadwick

teeth sinking in
her jawline's affection caressing like old black & white films
she has me down, tied to the table
so sad ever had & so digging in begins

her primal mother takes over
she bows acknowledgement
my internal realizations say goodbye
wish i could change all our lost years

when i bleed on her mouth
her hunger does not give a fuck
when i cry on her mouth
her pain takes mine away
when i beg in her mouth
she falls across me spread open

the alter we constructed leaves
reptile scales & feathers
candles & daggers
goblets & crystals
all smash to the floor
the signs are there

when we are in bed
you can feel something's weight
something's pressure
there is no body
there is only her
there is only i & what is left of me

rollings

chadwick wrote:

vogonpoetbythelake wrote:

Are you resting peacefully
or resting in pieces of eight
and what of four, three, two
one that has collected all things
finding, there are no things
in-between impossible and highly improbable mountains
traversed as if there was no sailing to be done
dentistry’s mistaken landscape of details
unattended until the pain is indicated
abscess riding the killer
leaving the undigested to rot and adhere
well worn patterns of yumminess in excess
excised only after infection passed through and burrowed its way
setting the canals to the end of our times
dug in by channeled waters, left for trains
trails to ride, the rails embraced
highly suspect philosophies are
quoted for their least understood lines
dismissed without understanding
brings on the desire to express further and then
futility in knowing we will encounter “it” again
the continual expression
remembering only passed on in lines
of inheritance continuously reinventing the wheel
familiar stories being those that lead us
looking for the novelty
relief of the familiar happy ever after
not today

what a incredible mind you have
that is rich

the whole thing is a delight to read.
some lines are just fantastic:

highly suspect philosophies are
quoted for their least understood lines

rollings

chadwick wrote:

teeth sinking in
her jawline's affection caressing like old black & white films
she has me down, tied to the table
so sad ever had & so digging in begins

her primal mother takes over
she bows acknowledgement
my internal realizations say goodbye
wish i could change all our lost years

when i bleed on her mouth
her hunger does not give a fuck
when i cry on her mouth
her pain takes mine away
when i beg in her mouth
she falls across me spread open

the alter we constructed leaves
reptile scales & feathers
candles & daggers
goblets & crystals
all smash to the floor
the signs are there

when we are in bed
you can feel something's weight
something's pressure
there is no body
there is only her
there is only i & what is left of me

holy shit

Aafke

Well spoken

dimitrispearljam

Oh please let it rain today. This city's so filthy. Like my mind in ways.
Oh it was the time. Like a clean new taste.
Smiling eyes before me and tears from my face.

Wash my love. Wash my love. Wash my love, yeah.

Sin for sale. Buying just a need. O who planted all the devils seeds?
And what's the truth? And the truth that lies at home.
It's on the inside and I can't get it off. Yeah.

Wash my love. Wash my love. Wash my love, yeah.

What's clean is pure. But hey, I'm white on the outside. Though I stray.
What she don't know today might kill us both tomorrow. Bring it back someway.
Bring it back, back, back... to the clean form. To the pure form.

Wash my love. Wash my love. Wash my love. Wash my love.
Wash my love. Wash my love. Wash my love. Yeah
Wash my ...wash my...wash my love....yeaaaaaaahhhhhhh

the wolf

Quiet
Mind
Full
Of
Love.