Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley Interesting.
I've had a vision of the Chiefs screwing up their Super Bowl chances in my head for months that I cannot get out of my head. I would write a poem about it, but it would merely be a collection of invectives. Oh, hell. Why not?
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
STUPIDGODDAMMUTHERFUCKINGPIECEOFMUTHERFUCK
FUCK FUCK FUCK
OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT
THAT DOES IT
THAT DOES IT
THAT DOES IT
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LOL I'm pretty sure that the Denver Broncos had a little something to do with that.
It's that high altitude, you can't stop someone from high altitude in KC. All that extra oxygen and they'll kick you in the nuts.
Sorry for the Chiefs, it wasn't in their cards anywho. You'll see the Broncos blow it in the Playoffs... if they make it to the playoffs. Just watch.
and recall: football is truly meaningless in the cosmic way of things. I'm fortunate that I still realize that there is a team in Denver one way or the other.
this is because while I am male, I am not a GUY. Or so I have been told.
but that's a whole other Jerry Springer.
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
Some people have to have the sultry evenings Cocktails in the blue, red and grey But I like every minute of the day.
INTER-FUCKING-MISSION!!!
Newcastle-Riverside 02/22/92!!!
E.rutherford New Jersey 01/06/06
Athens -Greece.survived !barely-
Wembley 18/06/07- no words- just smiles!
Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley Eekers beekers, seta.
Didn't mean to turn this into a sports thread.
Now talk about soiling.
are you more in favour of a peaty or acid based soil.
hows your water table?
Some people have to have the sultry evenings Cocktails in the blue, red and grey But I like every minute of the day.
INTER-FUCKING-MISSION!!!
Newcastle-Riverside 02/22/92!!!
E.rutherford New Jersey 01/06/06
Athens -Greece.survived !barely-
Wembley 18/06/07- no words- just smiles!
Some people have to have the sultry evenings Cocktails in the blue, red and grey But I like every minute of the day.
INTER-FUCKING-MISSION!!!
Newcastle-Riverside 02/22/92!!!
E.rutherford New Jersey 01/06/06
Athens -Greece.survived !barely-
Wembley 18/06/07- no words- just smiles!
i had this crazy dream last night, man... it was crazy...
i dreamt i was going to a wedding in this big city i'd never been to, and i was cruising through the streets on foot with another woman i called my friend, and it started to rain, so we ducked into this second hand shop, but not without first passing this young gay man who was trying really hard not to be gay, so we three sang this fred astaire type number about coming back into the closet. so, anyway, we get to the second hand shop and we get undressed, as is the way in this place, you shop naked. so we're shopping naked and talking about the groom and how he couldn't possibly fuck his mistress during the wedding ceremony because the town was booked and he wouldn't be able to get a hotel room, and then the merchant of the second hand store told us we were welcome to take a bath if we wanted, so we looked into the bathroom to find a four-tiered bathtub that looked like a wedding cake with equal-sized layers, and each tub was overflowing into the tub below, and there were men and women in each tub thoroughly enjoying the bath, my friend and i decided not to bathe, but to be content to shop naked for something to wear to the wedding...
I've never seen a drowing marriage or refused collective metaphor as strong as this one.
Check out the vulnerability, check out the stubborness in the eye of the party that some people should never attend or, when attended, should know when to leave.
I am sorry for your sadness... hugs to you
my dreams are plagued with apocalyptic visions as of now. not to mention a shitload of sexual repression, when things aren't feeling all kingdom come.
it is good to see you lifeisworth... i hope you are getting better.
seta
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
pretty transparent to you, setaside2... i'm glad i put it up in your thread... i am feeling better, little by little, thank you... my grip on zen precarious and tenacious at the same time... i'm just beginning to remember dreams again, it's been a long time...
Originally posted by setaside2 and for the record the poem is entitled
SO THE MARTYR REMAINS...
seta so sweeta and you are so full of wonderful wonder yourself, my friend! I edited me previous postie to include your title.:) BTW-Check my new sig line.
ps. Yellow is my favorite colo(u)r!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
and thanks BEing Enlightening (no -ed about it, the verbing must be ongoingly, sparkles...) for bumping Martyr's sloppyfrenchfrisbee up to end so i could jump in circa post 28 and enjoy!! and setabeam, hope to relish more of your MegaThread, and so lush to interact with your MachSpeed witmaetro cerebral cortex.
Verbatum, verbottom, awesome and Love is no martyr
cuz
LOVE NEVER DIES.......... whee and ok for mass of womankind if Liv is not your type/but totally agree with yr past post re: her in rings and my fav part was her tiny performance where she stops up the river, the lady has PRESENCE and thought trilogy sorely lacking in the feminine, but prolly should blame Tolkien
**
salt-worth, glue-strong
the angel remains on the shorelip
of eveningtude
alway guessing,
re-doing the math
maybe
love works better
the second time
around....
lovus re-incarnatus, lay yr life down/LOVE takes it back up again
peace-cakes
and meowing jolly barks,
looking forward to more perusing this THREAD,
yr fellow air-breather,
Cassiopeia
Originally posted by Yellow back when we were kids
we'd do the Bump
we'd line up in a soul train
and bank our best moves
against the banks of our adopted families
the keys of life would jingle in our pockets
and we'd say, oh baby, show us what you got
and it was just as much fun
to sway on the sides
cheering our brothers on
as it was to dance down the middle
yes, creatorly breathing, hopped on mojo and Highly Oxygenated inordinately overjoyed with no implicit expectations of Going Anywhere...
but LOVE is good start, and good finish to a spectacularly TRANSCENDENT FRIDAY
and ooh i'm really Excited you are in your dark hours...cuz
you know the old saw goes eh
CLICHE:
DARKEST HOUR BEFORE
oh god and you're soooooooooooo good when you're down
i bet the Dawn time will be (swirly colorado-colored auroras)
so fickly delicious, and oh do be kingly, presumptive, goodgod
I KNOW I AM....i am a lil baby queen so ooh la
I SOOOOOOOO KNOW
and i am a Titaness, too
teeters
and yes, you're welcome (conceitedly, on behalf of EVERYONE, i thank you and giant dandelion smiles
it is these darkest hours that convince of the non-coming dawn... and the realization that dawn occurred previously so that one may appreciate the dark...
it's all in a single day. no matter the time span.
and thanks to you cassie. I enjoyed your big fish flow of conscious thoughtography.
everything had been said so there was nothing to say... oh one could always add but that's merely a reference or a twist of what came before.
LOL I have a standard of originality that I hold for myself. It is but a joke, of course.
a big fishy JOKE.
the stars winked as if they knew something I did not.
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
well, at LEAST music seems to sound better in the dark.
Get a red lava-lamp and eat lots of habaneros.
(ok, endorphin laden quick fix maiden here)....
but you could be re-attuning your eyes and soon infra-red powers will infuse your being as you pass from ultraviolet shadows into the new dawn of purple night....
and shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh cuz im verbosely enjoying a chocolate peach right now and twisting james & charles &
and i love vague candy-covered fruit clues too whee
of course people always Suspicious
cuz i SMILE TOO MUCH
and at the elevator at work often asked
JUST WHAT DID YOU HAVE FOR LUNCH?
but really, really, I just drank pearblossom white tea...
***
{{{{{{{{Hope you feel better. Not a consolation...but am reminded of old proverb "Pain is the root of all knowledge." You must be purdy damn knowing...and knowing =BRIGHT !...SO there you go off into a paradox again. no escaping...no exit...hey...the only way Out is IN}}}}}}}}}}}
A morning filled with portents, I could feel the door slamming behind the little ones as they made their way from one room to another on their progression towards the real world through their houses of mind.
Off and onwards as the parental unit becomes twain and seemingly divides the senses like myosis and they get lost in the shuffle.
Now five days in day care for one 3 for the other.... it is a sentencing that states while we would like to have you, we cannot and this is your consolation prize. I came here for the family and all I got was this lousy cookie and koolaid bullshit.
I cannot tell them my anger and bitterness, it would destroy them. I am trying to soften the fall. But last night I had a moderate eruption, while they were sleeping, and she didn't want to hear, oh no, it shouldn't matter it's all over for her now. I have no feelings upon this issue that bear listening apparently and the brick wall that I ran into at 60mph threatens to dent a little more than my fender and crack a little more than my windshield.
And the children slept through it all. I wish that kind of ability at times...
This morning they were good and moderately happy though you could see him being nervous and her a little sad as she is coming to realize that things are not as they once were and nor are they as they seem. His first day at a second school, she was the big girl and showing her older brother how to act and where to go, though a tad clingy on leaving in. She has a boyfriend now, she told me so. 3 and a half and she's already making her lists. Sigh. Damn her for being prettier than the intergalactic.
He is trying to be strong and contemplative and is proving worthy of growing up, should he ever want to do such a horrendous thing, but he hides his pain just below the surface and it affects him greatly when we cannot see... six years old and he wet the bed last night for the first time in I can't remember how long... and that shit is scary. I cry over him. I cry for him.
We can no longer even operate under the SHAM of protecting our children, if such a charade ever did exist, it was technicolor. The bastards gave a poor production of the whole thing and the series was no better than the movie.
You can all take your reality tv programming and shove it up the pipe. You want your reality? Take a fucking look around you and turn that shit off. Don't participate in the dumbing down of the masses just because you can't deal with your own issues. Watching other people almost kill each other or themselves for money isn't entertainment, it's post Roman-era sin. Where are YOUR children? I figured you probably didn't know.
apologies for the bitter mantra.
I sit here listening to cars passing by outside the fence and I know I must be going to join them all in my mousetrap maze to work.
How we all got into this human mess is beyond me.
And the fact that I help perpetuate this daily bullshit only saddens me greatly.
What kind of role model is that?
The worst kind.
seta
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
You are a well-molded model. You don't rust with tears. You glow from them. Your heart glows and your head glows because it's not daily bullshit that you're perpetuating, it's daily guidance. And when your children glow-up, they'll outshine us all.
Comments
You're always missed when you're gone, silly!
LOL I'm pretty sure that the Denver Broncos had a little something to do with that.
It's that high altitude, you can't stop someone from high altitude in KC. All that extra oxygen and they'll kick you in the nuts.
Sorry for the Chiefs, it wasn't in their cards anywho. You'll see the Broncos blow it in the Playoffs... if they make it to the playoffs. Just watch.
and recall: football is truly meaningless in the cosmic way of things. I'm fortunate that I still realize that there is a team in Denver one way or the other.
this is because while I am male, I am not a GUY. Or so I have been told.
but that's a whole other Jerry Springer.
INTER-FUCKING-MISSION!!!
Newcastle-Riverside 02/22/92!!!
E.rutherford New Jersey 01/06/06
Athens -Greece.survived !barely-
Wembley 18/06/07- no words- just smiles!
Didn't mean to turn this into a sports thread.
Now talk about soiling.
are you more in favour of a peaty or acid based soil.
hows your water table?
INTER-FUCKING-MISSION!!!
Newcastle-Riverside 02/22/92!!!
E.rutherford New Jersey 01/06/06
Athens -Greece.survived !barely-
Wembley 18/06/07- no words- just smiles!
true enough!
INTER-FUCKING-MISSION!!!
Newcastle-Riverside 02/22/92!!!
E.rutherford New Jersey 01/06/06
Athens -Greece.survived !barely-
Wembley 18/06/07- no words- just smiles!
yes
very much.
things are just so crazy around here lately that I haven't been able to get on at all.
happy new year to all of you.
much love, and you probably all have mail...
seta
i dreamt i was going to a wedding in this big city i'd never been to, and i was cruising through the streets on foot with another woman i called my friend, and it started to rain, so we ducked into this second hand shop, but not without first passing this young gay man who was trying really hard not to be gay, so we three sang this fred astaire type number about coming back into the closet. so, anyway, we get to the second hand shop and we get undressed, as is the way in this place, you shop naked. so we're shopping naked and talking about the groom and how he couldn't possibly fuck his mistress during the wedding ceremony because the town was booked and he wouldn't be able to get a hotel room, and then the merchant of the second hand store told us we were welcome to take a bath if we wanted, so we looked into the bathroom to find a four-tiered bathtub that looked like a wedding cake with equal-sized layers, and each tub was overflowing into the tub below, and there were men and women in each tub thoroughly enjoying the bath, my friend and i decided not to bathe, but to be content to shop naked for something to wear to the wedding...
g'morning folks
felize navidad
I've never seen a drowing marriage or refused collective metaphor as strong as this one.
Check out the vulnerability, check out the stubborness in the eye of the party that some people should never attend or, when attended, should know when to leave.
I am sorry for your sadness... hugs to you
my dreams are plagued with apocalyptic visions as of now. not to mention a shitload of sexual repression, when things aren't feeling all kingdom come.
it is good to see you lifeisworth... i hope you are getting better.
seta
auto pilot
the reply is muffled by the lace,
heart on your sash...
why the eyeshadow bleeds so purple in the shadows of an evening storm.
the rain may wash
the hands torn
and burned by a travel through the hair.
love is nobody's martyr.
the grace the rapture the glory the net,
oh so captured and sopping wet in this daily drizzled haze.
the salt is worth the devil's fear;
that epoxy bond so strong, so forthright,
that the night may bow and gaze upon itself-
its deepest respect the urn within which we slumber-
ashes to ashes flung upon this lidless wonder.
the flames are not remembered,
the passion full fledged and fleshed out amongst the leaves in the autumnal tide pool.
whither goest thou, young angel?
and whence doth the questions arise?
your answers were flung upon this lidless sky,
dust to dust your proven why.
take your tears of salt and hydrogen,
smear them away.
let them not darken your tailored silk, holding fashion in their sway.
it is neither the flag we wave nor is it the prose we read
i remember the nails,
i planted those seeds
and your love came back to me;
the net the glory the rapture the grace
all for one kiss
upon my face.
Take my breath away!
Big, wet, sloppy kiss! You ARE so beautiful!
SO THE MARTYR REMAINS...
we'd do the Bump
we'd line up in a soul train
and bank our best moves
against the banks of our adopted families
the keys of life would jingle in our pockets
and we'd say, oh baby, show us what you got
and it was just as much fun
to sway on the sides
cheering our brothers on
as it was to dance down the middle
i love you. always looking out for me.
I don't deserve it but thanks. A lot.
and my words thank you as well.
seta
seta so sweeta and you are so full of wonderful wonder yourself, my friend! I edited me previous postie to include your title.:) BTW-Check my new sig line.
ps. Yellow is my favorite colo(u)r!
Verbatum, verbottom, awesome and Love is no martyr
cuz
LOVE NEVER DIES.......... whee and ok for mass of womankind if Liv is not your type/but totally agree with yr past post re: her in rings and my fav part was her tiny performance where she stops up the river, the lady has PRESENCE and thought trilogy sorely lacking in the feminine, but prolly should blame Tolkien
**
salt-worth, glue-strong
the angel remains on the shorelip
of eveningtude
alway guessing,
re-doing the math
maybe
love works better
the second time
around....
lovus re-incarnatus, lay yr life down/LOVE takes it back up again
peace-cakes
and meowing jolly barks,
looking forward to more perusing this THREAD,
yr fellow air-breather,
Cassiopeia
smiling
cassie please peruse and peruse some more. I dearly hope that some of them work for you and that all of them may elicit a response or another.
You have all seen here the evolution of a poet, and even I have been fascinated by the direction my writing has taken... I had no idea.
tis good.
I would post an I THANK YOU ALL thread but that would be the arrogance in the extreme (remember the I'm the King of the ASSHOLES speech for Titanic?).
so consider this thread a big thank you. Especially for putting up with a fickle colorado poet in his darkest hours.
love to all,
seta
but LOVE is good start, and good finish to a spectacularly TRANSCENDENT FRIDAY
and ooh i'm really Excited you are in your dark hours...cuz
you know the old saw goes eh
CLICHE:
DARKEST HOUR BEFORE
oh god and you're soooooooooooo good when you're down
i bet the Dawn time will be (swirly colorado-colored auroras)
so fickly delicious, and oh do be kingly, presumptive, goodgod
I KNOW I AM....i am a lil baby queen so ooh la
I SOOOOOOOO KNOW
and i am a Titaness, too
teeters
and yes, you're welcome (conceitedly, on behalf of EVERYONE, i thank you and giant dandelion smiles
it's all in a single day. no matter the time span.
and thanks to you cassie. I enjoyed your big fish flow of conscious thoughtography.
everything had been said so there was nothing to say... oh one could always add but that's merely a reference or a twist of what came before.
LOL I have a standard of originality that I hold for myself. It is but a joke, of course.
a big fishy JOKE.
the stars winked as if they knew something I did not.
Get a red lava-lamp and eat lots of habaneros.
(ok, endorphin laden quick fix maiden here)....
but you could be re-attuning your eyes and soon infra-red powers will infuse your being as you pass from ultraviolet shadows into the new dawn of purple night....
and shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh cuz im verbosely enjoying a chocolate peach right now and twisting james & charles &
and i love vague candy-covered fruit clues too whee
of course people always Suspicious
cuz i SMILE TOO MUCH
and at the elevator at work often asked
JUST WHAT DID YOU HAVE FOR LUNCH?
but really, really, I just drank pearblossom white tea...
***
{{{{{{{{Hope you feel better. Not a consolation...but am reminded of old proverb "Pain is the root of all knowledge." You must be purdy damn knowing...and knowing =BRIGHT !...SO there you go off into a paradox again. no escaping...no exit...hey...the only way Out is IN}}}}}}}}}}}
Off and onwards as the parental unit becomes twain and seemingly divides the senses like myosis and they get lost in the shuffle.
Now five days in day care for one 3 for the other.... it is a sentencing that states while we would like to have you, we cannot and this is your consolation prize. I came here for the family and all I got was this lousy cookie and koolaid bullshit.
I cannot tell them my anger and bitterness, it would destroy them. I am trying to soften the fall. But last night I had a moderate eruption, while they were sleeping, and she didn't want to hear, oh no, it shouldn't matter it's all over for her now. I have no feelings upon this issue that bear listening apparently and the brick wall that I ran into at 60mph threatens to dent a little more than my fender and crack a little more than my windshield.
And the children slept through it all. I wish that kind of ability at times...
This morning they were good and moderately happy though you could see him being nervous and her a little sad as she is coming to realize that things are not as they once were and nor are they as they seem. His first day at a second school, she was the big girl and showing her older brother how to act and where to go, though a tad clingy on leaving in. She has a boyfriend now, she told me so. 3 and a half and she's already making her lists. Sigh. Damn her for being prettier than the intergalactic.
He is trying to be strong and contemplative and is proving worthy of growing up, should he ever want to do such a horrendous thing, but he hides his pain just below the surface and it affects him greatly when we cannot see... six years old and he wet the bed last night for the first time in I can't remember how long... and that shit is scary. I cry over him. I cry for him.
We can no longer even operate under the SHAM of protecting our children, if such a charade ever did exist, it was technicolor. The bastards gave a poor production of the whole thing and the series was no better than the movie.
You can all take your reality tv programming and shove it up the pipe. You want your reality? Take a fucking look around you and turn that shit off. Don't participate in the dumbing down of the masses just because you can't deal with your own issues. Watching other people almost kill each other or themselves for money isn't entertainment, it's post Roman-era sin. Where are YOUR children? I figured you probably didn't know.
apologies for the bitter mantra.
I sit here listening to cars passing by outside the fence and I know I must be going to join them all in my mousetrap maze to work.
How we all got into this human mess is beyond me.
And the fact that I help perpetuate this daily bullshit only saddens me greatly.
What kind of role model is that?
The worst kind.
seta
You are a well-molded model. You don't rust with tears. You glow from them. Your heart glows and your head glows because it's not daily bullshit that you're perpetuating, it's daily guidance. And when your children glow-up, they'll outshine us all.
ps, Jar Jar says "Heyo!"
you go to work, you provide for their needs, you care about what kind of roll model you are, you love them...
they wont give a shit about anything else
onward and upward
these days will be dark
but we'll try to shine smiles on you while come up through it, k?
what to do at work illegally using a computer on the sales floor for your own personal illumination?
say hel
oooooooooooooooo yes.
so I did.
I have this piece... it's stuck. somebody help it can't get past the first page and it needs love that I don't know it has for me.
a fearful way to give, no?
perhaps one of us could have a talk-see with it?