Hey all...
setaside2
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wellllll...
that ended about as can be expected. and I have to tell you, I am sorry to see my thread go in that manner. but moreso, I am ashamed and sorry that it got to that point. For those of you who witnessed the spectacle this morning and last night, I apologize.
If there are any of you left who have a shred of respect for me after all this and wish to have copies of the poetry in that thread, please let me know, for I am going to ask for its deletion. It is currently in the top 10 longest running threads on this forum, and to me is a form of historical tract of my life over the past year. I cannot leave it alone. I have been told that perhaps I overexposed myself in an electronic area that does not allow for such things, and if that is so, I am going to accept that.
What we write here...
well I suppose that for those of you who write, it needs no explanation. If, however, you feel that it does, there is a thread way back in the system by Radar Baba O'Riley called Poetry Is...
and it will tell you all about what poetry is supposed to be. I have to go back, occasionally, to be reminded, for sometimes it feels as though the pen has been taken from me and I have to reason as to why it was that someone else felt to use me as their dream conduit... and it always works.
I had forgotten my place in that, and for this I am deeply sorry. And also for allowing the negativity to overflow.
However, I will state to those young poets out here, and I see a lot of new faces around that I am not familiar with...
Stand for your work. Stand for yourselves. Regardless. If you write to emote, to expose, then you write to liberate. It is your personal freedom and it is worth all the sacrifice such things entail. By doing so, your ascension and transcendence will be the key to many others'.
I give you the Narnian door to walk through. What you find on the other side will depend heavily upon your abilities to discern surreality and abstract from ethereality and the real. I hope it is what you are looking for, and I hope you find it within.
thank you all for the inspiration. I hope that I have, in my time, at least given back in a like manner.
And most especially to the originals... i love you all. Thank you. and good night. for now.
setaside2 06-22-2004 21:49
that ended about as can be expected. and I have to tell you, I am sorry to see my thread go in that manner. but moreso, I am ashamed and sorry that it got to that point. For those of you who witnessed the spectacle this morning and last night, I apologize.
If there are any of you left who have a shred of respect for me after all this and wish to have copies of the poetry in that thread, please let me know, for I am going to ask for its deletion. It is currently in the top 10 longest running threads on this forum, and to me is a form of historical tract of my life over the past year. I cannot leave it alone. I have been told that perhaps I overexposed myself in an electronic area that does not allow for such things, and if that is so, I am going to accept that.
What we write here...
well I suppose that for those of you who write, it needs no explanation. If, however, you feel that it does, there is a thread way back in the system by Radar Baba O'Riley called Poetry Is...
and it will tell you all about what poetry is supposed to be. I have to go back, occasionally, to be reminded, for sometimes it feels as though the pen has been taken from me and I have to reason as to why it was that someone else felt to use me as their dream conduit... and it always works.
I had forgotten my place in that, and for this I am deeply sorry. And also for allowing the negativity to overflow.
However, I will state to those young poets out here, and I see a lot of new faces around that I am not familiar with...
Stand for your work. Stand for yourselves. Regardless. If you write to emote, to expose, then you write to liberate. It is your personal freedom and it is worth all the sacrifice such things entail. By doing so, your ascension and transcendence will be the key to many others'.
I give you the Narnian door to walk through. What you find on the other side will depend heavily upon your abilities to discern surreality and abstract from ethereality and the real. I hope it is what you are looking for, and I hope you find it within.
thank you all for the inspiration. I hope that I have, in my time, at least given back in a like manner.
And most especially to the originals... i love you all. Thank you. and good night. for now.
setaside2 06-22-2004 21:49
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
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I don't expect any response to this... sincerely.
I know that i lost credence and trust and that I am no longer worthy of a lot of respect.
I am not asking for these things.
I just wanted to let you all know how i felt, that is all.
thanks for your time.
contact me if you need. they are not hidden.
there are some VERY good writers on here; i hope everyone writes for themselves and not for anyone else. there have been a number of times when i've read something and wished i had written it...but i write like me, and i'm happy with that.
i think i was an original way back when, like years ago...and last year...but all the board switches were hard to keep up with. i continued to read the board over the years, even when i was not registered...and now i'm back...and i'm glad i came back, but there are way too many head games on here, and too many people that are too many people. for the honest writers on here, like yourself, it leaves a bit too much open...we're too vulnerable.
it's nice to read posts from Finsy that keep things sane. anyway...just me and my thirty-one cents...
the takers....
the I'll bet on the lakers...
the breakers
on Singer
where everyone rings
with falsity
palsy
destroying their fingers
the ringers.....the cowboys
the miami dolphins
my dopamine levels
are reaching their limit
I cain't take the world
and the fakes that are in it....
a minute ago....
I was happy and blithe....
but then I remembered
that they're on for the ride....
for the rolling manhauling....
incredibly hiding their malevolence
while they sit on the fence
and I swing and I swipe
and their blood I do wipe
off the floor where they've spillt it
I wipe off their sweat
from my body
they are anomaly
they are wrong
and they're strong
and it takes me to win it
the round has just started
so let us begin it.....
when they foam and they fume
and they check their equipment
I'll be there in their gloom
to remind them they whipped it
the last chance that they had
they're so chancey the gardener.....
I would throw them a little.....
but I'll throw them much farther
than the limits they know to their slow
clicking tick-tocks.....
jus throw in the towel
you men in grey frocks
I could never be anything but honest... it would have been an injustice to my work, and to the work that all these people put forth in efforts to know themselves and others.
but it was a vulnerability, though that is a risk any writer takes the moment they say, hey, read this, tell me what you think...
because it really means, hey, within the margins of the paper upon which this text is written is a small and quiet version of self subliminally set. your opinion of this piece, which I tore my heart out for and endeavored for, venturing into ever deepening waters during the quickening night, your opinion will dictate to me your end consideratoin of who I am and what I mean to you. Cosmically, celestially, whither else.
I know that tremulous first time. All too well.
Honesty with self will continue the trend, I think.
take time to read that OTHER locked thread. you won't find a single shred of dishonesty in it. ALL OF YOU READ IT.
i do not fake. it is not worth my time. and neither is it worth yours. so please, stop finding figments in two dimensions.
I pity your anger for its power could be turned so much to the greater good.
I am no longer to be baited. I said my pieces and they are now forever enshrined there, for better or for worse. It is going to be convo or poetry.
and I will prefer the proetic pome, as usual.
/ I am bob today....I wrote like the fukkin lunatic that he is.....this is great......I was bob today.....it's my birthday next week......all things are working out well.......
but then, seriously, who have you met in this world that ISN'T messed up?
nobody, that's who.
I'll trust, but on a limited basis.
It's funny, you know, because on that "other" thread (we'll observe the elven tradition of not mentioning the names of those who've died), I was talking about dying for people. Such things don't require trust. it's true. Fate and destiny don't require faith. They just happen, just like that.
and ISN, if you think that reason of insanity is a disclaimer or a voucher waiving responsibility for what has been said or done, you got another thing coming with me.
Ever met a serial killer? yeah. nuts to the core, most of them. and yet they get away with what they do by a series of very carefully planned choices and events, so that they do not get caught because they KNOW what they are doing is considered wrong by the majority of the populous they so unwillingly live within. It isn't wrong to THEM, oh hell no, they're doing the lord a service, or showing someone the strength of their love (with a divine hammer), or merely looking to finally make a friend permanently.
yet they are responsible.
you make your choices and so do I... it is life.
but here we're just talkin', alright?
peace....
Some bad faith there if you ask me. Sartre would be confused at your statements. Any good existentialist would tell you that others' verson of who you are is inconsequential.
Whatever you see yourself as is what you are or what you will become because you have the power to make choices affecting your life and the lives of those around you.
his was the greatest irony.
ask Camus. Or even Kafka.. there you go.
I never claimed to be an existentialist, however. I am much more of a taoist if anything.. .unfortunately tempered by a western upbringing that I am constantly in battle with.
i am all about the causal fractal effect of choice, and its ever expanding radium.
I have watched it all my life.
It is one of the reasons why I write, other than the fact that I am driven to it instinctually, spiritually. I have to do it, or I die LOL. Pretty simple. That's that.
Sartre, Bertrand, Hume... all smart enough to find A key, but only one apiece. Confused on the rest of things, in my h.o.
aren't we all tho?
it's part of the fun in being human.
That may be why science constantly disappoints me.
Good to meet you, setaside, and good luck with your slightly apparent troubles.
good luck to all and one.......and if I'm your undoing how you come undone......then still.....good luck to all and one.....I won a long time ago
Science constantly disappoints me because it's vision is ever so narrow, so low scope. If they had any imagination among them, any true dreamers left with the ability to influence those closed sighted mothers in charge, we'd be much further along.
Enlightenment, on the other hand, is a whole other story LOL.
And as for my apparent troubles, master Hero, they are but trifles, in the cosmic scheme of things. We will all move on. this river flows faster in its relevance to age, you know.
umm...
/ I'm only kidding you.....you're such a tease
in burned caloric values.
it is a matter of pride, of course. but my, how thin we be?
not thin enough, I read.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
teach me to swim o mighty warrior. show me the oar with which you row your tiki craft. and all life is the sojourn, my dearest, one from shore to shore. the shore of never, indeed. Death comes for us all.
I fear you not. Pure comedy. Sincerely. Take your sea urchins elsewhere, I understand that they soften in boiling water.
good luck with the sand in your shorts.
Isaac Asimov once said that sand was a living creature, if so, it awaits our return to the far shore with hunger.
Pillars of salt, my friends. Pillars of salt.
it takes little strength to change a visage and tie the world in knots, or at least merely the strength it takes to lie. anyone can shift a paradigm, just ask a lego-man.
I am who I am. isn't that how I'm supposed to answer that question?
we are all strong, lady. please don't underestimate that which you do not know.
and I can envision a lot.
try me <cocks eyebrow>
it's my job, see.
I wasn't even there when it went down.
can't have beaten me too badly then, huh?
LOL
ISN, where oh where does this four year old of yours appear from?
I think it is time to end this.
a hip, hop, hibby, a hibby to the hip hip hopping you don't stop rocking to the bang bang boogy say up jump the boogy to the rhythm of the rhythm to beat
LOL
farcicular, duuuuude