Setaside's Poetry.... if you like...

setaside2

AHEM.

as it were.


I don't do chestnut trees.

wishing wells, on the other hand.


and #2? al..........................right.


and while one man's crap is another's gold...

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

Originally posted by setaside2

RADAR: I love you. Mostly. Empire was the greatest of the 3, of COURSE. Even though the space battles in Jedi were incredible. here's hoping the new trilogy (which I hear is to be released as a DVD box set soon) gets done PROPERLY. And I hope you are well and I often wonder what you really think about all this writing on this thread. I also hope you grew rich in Vegas and can now support all of us hereabouts. I want to quite my job.

Alas, don't expect me to show up at your door with keys to a Lambhorgini stuffed with the roundy-round mouths and boobs of every European super model and say, "Here's what I won in Vegas! Please take it as a reward for all your kind words!"

Vegas was nice. I came. I saw. I spanked. Then she came. Great fun.

The latest I heard about the OT (Original Trilogy) DVD was that they're looking for a late 2004 release date. Episode III will be in May 2005, and this will pump up anticipation to unearthly levels. Expect the trailor of Ep III about this time next year. I know I'll be expecting it greatly. Even heard that they've reworked the lightsabers for Obi and Vader's duel so they're brighter and less frizzled. Whoa. Also heard that Chewie's fur is nothing but a collection of Han's pubic hairs that Chewie salvaged from his underwear over the years. Whoa.

I have little doubt that Ep III is going to be the BEST MOVIE EVER.

What do I think about all the writing on this thread? I quote my favortie Imperial Officer Admiral Piett: "Thank you, Lord Vader."

setaside2

This piece was originally posted in the very beginning and it wasn't posted in it's complete state. It wasn't fully typed in. I can't believe I allowed that to happen. While I go kill myself, read this as it was meant to be read.


RETALIATION/
broken aviation

She sat in her corner
Folding industriously,
Of course,
A piece of college ruled.
Just finished dusting
And rusted in mind
She let the plane
Wing it’s way through the
Worldly currents provided by
The stainless steel of a heat vent.
It hovered silent,
Slipping upward to
Graze the ceiling with a rush
Of movement
And a wisp of air.
Nose dive,
Graceful still,
It sticks in the carpet tip first.
The fragile cockpit command center
Would have been a wreck
Yet
Paper survives and so
No actual death
She sighed as she reached over
To pick it up
And watched sadly as her father
Entered the room crushing it
Poor thing
With his right heel
“How many times..?”
He asked
“HOW many TIMES?”
He seethed
“HOW MANY TIMES?!”
He flurried
Emphasizing every syllable
Her heart was crushed
With his right heel
She cried for the loss
He grew angrier
So misunderstood it seems
The both of them
He exploded
She flinched
He shouted
She screamed
And they ate dinner
Parenthood it seems
Is a compound word
Meaning hypocrisy
Teenage it seems
Is merely a two syllable word
She discontinued the situation
In the interest of dinner
One argues with no stomach
When running on one that is empty
A Roman thought
For an American girl
She was special
And yet in the end
She wasn’t anything new
Her tragedy…
She was an American legacy
Fancied herself a cinematic event
Even a star shining dimly
Somewhere in the overview of
The estimated timed arrivals
Her tragedy…
As any other star
Who died in a violent plane crash
Who died in the throes
A part of our woes
Those who died in the arms of the country
That reared
Rejected
Realized and
Revered them
In time she may have been as such
Was such
So we may suppose
As she trusted her fancies
More pink and real
More sunset and starlight
More scented and full
Than anything he bedroom window
Could have provided her
Than anything her shades
Could have protected her from
Her nickname: bent reality
Depression her bitter arrow
The paper airplane her downward fall
Surround her
Around her
Underground her
Love spoke spatters
Poetry with edges roughly hewn
Untaught and dissolute
Deluded
Diluted
Drowned in misconception
Folded by shaking hands
Into yet another paper airplane
Shy and slight
Made in the image of its creator
It flew as predicted
Shy and slight
With eyes alight
Youthful effervescence
Evanescence
The faded truth of a tradition broken by lack of faith
Communication
Built upon the familiar
The Familiar
She was fire and her plane was hot
Gliding to a gentle stop on the corner
Of the baked brick and mahogany mantel
Above the fireplace
It teetered there as if deciding
Was it tired of the air?
Momentarily, as time slowed to a pin point,
It leapt off the edge in a spiraling swirl
The room itself swayed and spun in jealousy
Her eyes following it into and just beyond
The lip of a trash can
That sat adjacent to the white leather sofa or rather
Just behind it
There was a thunder of fury at her back as her father entered the room
Reaching for the trash can
Desperate
Seeking to find the cause of his irrationality
Her heart was crushed in his right fist and he threw it on the table
Her hair flew upward in a golden arc
As the violence struck her broadside giving her the crimson rush
Her arm slowly rose to midshoulder height
As she held an oblong
Reflective
Somehow metallic object in her hand
Something she had only just thought of what seemed like hours ago
It glinted
Catching his eye...
As it rose toward the ceiling
He flinched believeing it her retaliation
To his already dawning realization that he might have made a mistake
And to his unconscious prayers unbidden in an effort to karmically appease the Mistakes he has made
There was a flash
A picture of halogen strobe
He stood unable to control what opened in front of him
Speechless as the blood flowed
His eyes widened
Looking around the still spinning living room
As if to find someone to help him out
A saviour for him
And his daughter
He stuttered as she closed her eyes and soared over her right wrist
He started to yell and amazing tears came, blisteringly hot and surprising,
Pleading in a language she couldn't really understand
Never understood
It was all so foreign
She perceived in her somewhat enlightened and lightheaded state
That it was yet another outburst
That was all she knew
The dying know much, however misinterpreted, and she whispered,
"It's the carpet isn't it? You only care about the blood in the carpet"
She knew nothing
Nothing new
A statistic
A Folk Hero
An American legend
A paper airplane.

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

Anyway you arrange it, it's all good in the hood, Robbin' Hood.

You are an Oxy-Clean, Oxy-Moron, Oxy-Genius.
This one is a quiet riot, a whispered scream, a controlled trembling, a healthy disease, A Royale with cheese.

I saaaaaaaaaaaaay four stars out of five

tenaciousA

i remember this
without it's ending




As she trusted her fancies
More pink and real
More sunset and starlight
More scented and full
Than anything he bedroom window
Could have provided her


what page of this thread is the original on, seta?

setaside2

hee hee

TOUCHE pussy cat.


and tenacious, the original BUT UNFINISHED version is on the first page if you're like me and doin the 40 thread/posts per page bit.

I had forgotten, at the time, to finish typing it up. I don't know how that happened.

This piece is about, oh, 8 years old and has been with me through a lot. I swear to god that little girl lives on somewhere within me...

Radar, I love you man.

Sharon_Hearts_PJ

Originally posted by setaside2
I swear to god that little girl lives on somewhere within me...

creepy

Originally posted by setaside2
Radar, I love you man.

creepiER

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

Originally posted by 13PJ13
creepiER

Especially since he used a smilie with a tongue.
Nudge, nudge. Wink, wink.

tenaciousA

antigendergenesis?


i like the paper aeroplane images a lot

setaside2

Say no more, say no more.


and tenacious, GREAT new word. I shall incorporate immediately into my vocabulary.


AntiGenderGenesis


LOL

tenaciousA

it'll be on the next vocabulary test
so practice...

can you imagine doing an online spelling bee?
wouldn't that be easy???




see... if i don't KNOW the word
i just make one up

setaside2

And do you really think that Pulse Code Modulation really exists?


HAHAHAHAHAHAHA


okay, no seriously, it does.

Sharon_Hearts_PJ

Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley
Especially since he used a smilie with a tongue.
Nudge, nudge. Wink, wink.

pucker up babe! LOL!

setaside2

Originally posted by 13PJ13
pucker up babe! LOL!

LOL Yes! But who for?

Sharon_Hearts_PJ

Originally posted by setaside2
LOL Yes! But who for?

well, considering you owe me some pictures and where the heck were ya last night?....i know I certaintly won't be puckering up for you anytime soon.

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

Originally posted by 13PJ13
well, considering you owe me some pictures and where the heck were ya last night?....i know I certaintly won't be puckering up for you anytime soon.

I think you should change your name to 69PJ69 after this little exchange.

setaside2

RADAR IS NOW MY OFFICIAL HERO.



and I thoroughly agree.


wait... wasn't this a poetry thread at some point?!?! 69PJ69 might need to go read some...

Sharon_Hearts_PJ

ROTFLMFAO!!!

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

Originally posted by setaside2


RADAR IS NOW MY OFFICIAL HERO.

Radar is my hero, too.

tenaciousA

pulse-code modulation (PCM): Modulation in which a signal is sampled, and the magnitude (with respect to a fixed reference) of each sample is quantized and digitized for transmission over a common transmission medium. (188) Note 1: In conventional PCM, before being digitized, the analog data may be processed (e.g., compressed), but once digitized, the PCM signal is not subjected to further processing (e.g., digital compaction) before being multiplexed into the aggregate data stream. Note 2: PCM pulse trains may be interleaved with pulse trains from other channels.


uhhh in layman's terms???