Originally posted by setaside2 LIGHT THE MATCH/borne away
II
A wish has only the power of the sigh
The coin but sinks to the bottom a treasure to be stolen by a caretaker
We all breathe oxygen and nitrogen previously spoken for though thoughtlessly given
And the leaves that sway
Their treasure plundered
Our exhalations their final exclamation
Look for those who fall at your feet desiring the touch of home
Speak of the evanescent beauty
The lost island of life they represent
It is a hand held forth whilst sitting on the concrete porch
Beware the blaze or the new cold war
They are coming inexorably
If thou shalt band together as an elastic barricade
A proven psyche
The vale of dreams
It is true that such thing can be blunted in track
We believe in the impasse
The final gambit
The last plea before consumption:
III
Dear lord, where has the rain gone these past months? Our throats are parched and things no longer seem as green as they once were. I lie here curling in the last flickering ash, darkening to shades I had not known previously existed, asking for the call of water. The others about me whisper their regrets in the browning haze, and speak of things they had not known previously existed. They knew better in the early spring breezes, they say, they know better now. Ashes and dust and reincarnation. Such is the way of things. I cannot breathe, lord. The sky is no longer sharing its secrets with me… have I turned the deaf ear? Has it turned a blind eye?
Or is this the final duel and we shall both about face and seek the deaths of one another?
Dear lord, where is my ammunition, I have no weaponry for this ensuing battle, I have no means to serve and protect. I have no legs upon which I may stand. Bear the wind to lift me. Bear the whirlwind to grasp at my brethren in ash, take us to the stream, take us to the parts of the world we would never have seen so stationary, so stuck to one place or another.
We tire of sucking sun for one so ungrateful.
It is our turn.
Make us one.
I was ready to sing quiet praises for II. I enjoyed the sense of futility I got from it. Then I read III.
This, my friend, is magnifiscent. The reluctant defiance, the starvation, the desparation... the end! It's just...
I'd say one of my favorite things I've ever read. The desparation... that one will challenge God... and accept Him.
Originally posted by tenaciousA yes, but, but, but... it's kinda fun, you know? being the freak sometimes...
i have a little thing about speaking my mind to strangers.... you know with strangers it's so totally safe... so they look at you like you're a freak? big deal? three days go by and i forget it ever happened... the look, i mean... not the speaking my mind... i get off on that... i like challenging people to accept me for who and what i am... i find that the only time those looks matter is when i'm questioning myself. and that's healthy as long as i don't dwell
now, as for whipped popcorn...
i'm afraid if you're going to bring a treat, you'll have to bring enough for everyone
The guy at Domino's Pizza a few weeks ago made fun of me cuz I paid in all $1 bills that had "www.wheresgeorge.com" written on them.
Now I feel weird. I care too much about what others think.
Now I pay Domino's with $20 bills that aren't written on.
Originally posted by CranMalReign Now I feel weird. I care too much about what others think.
Hey, don't taunt this unpaved line of thought, master mister seta2, (oh, wait, we're not over there, so I can call you seta and everyone knows it to be you )
This affects me greatly, too.
Doesn't matter if you're the pizza guy, the waitress, the trashman, the neighbor, the cousin, the friend, the fiend, the poet, the police, the god, the governor, the wookie or what.
Originally posted by CranMalReign I was ready to sing quiet praises for II. I enjoyed the sense of futility I got from it. Then I read III.
This, my friend, is magnifiscent. The reluctant defiance, the starvation, the desparation... the end! It's just...
I'd say one of my favorite things I've ever read. The desparation... that one will challenge God... and accept Him.
(That was not in any way a religious statement.)
i think that in many ways I feel like III a lot. and I mean A LOT. I use my given right to question the larger ether as much as I see fit. I have always told people at work that my job is to manage my supervisors and, metaphysically speaking, I have the gall to attempt the same thing, though admittedly with a tad more humility. I realize I have no idea what I am getting into with that but i always feel as though something's listening when I question or rant or tear asunder the words I have been given to caress...
I am... I don't know. I guess I'll go quiet on the doorstep of grace.
reaching out in such a manner and at such a speed threatens to rip arms off and sever hands, smashing fingers. Keeping grip leaves skin behind. It is the crying out in pain that reassures one is alive and that perhaps healing is an option to be chosen later.
as for the religious statement, it should be said (and it is probably known) that I consider myself to be a spiritual person, though in no way religious. I have issues with religion in general but none with spirituality. However the prayer in this piece is real and meant in every term.
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley Hey, don't taunt this unpaved line of thought, master mister seta2, (oh, wait, we're not over there, so I can call you seta and everyone knows it to be you )
This affects me greatly, too.
Doesn't matter if you're the pizza guy, the waitress, the trashman, the neighbor, the cousin, the friend, the fiend, the poet, the police, the god, the governor, the wookie or what.
hey wait. I wasn't taunting, I swear. I totally understand what he means. All my life I have always been one of those people who do their job and part of why I do it is to seek... approval, gratitude, recognition.
I never got recognition.
I realize now, like I said up there, that I also care too much about what others think of me. It does feel weird. but being social creatures what can we do BUT care about what others think and feel... and, further, being self aware,what can we do but worry about what they think about US?
it's all hand in hand.
but I still say do it for you and do it for those you love. whatever it is that you do.
they had a saying that has circled back and forth through modern pop culture: "Keep it real."
I try. But when I fail, I turn to writing.
I write a lot.
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
it was inspired by your comment, Yellow, and the pull of the moon....Do you get to Jupiter often? If so, please send me a postcard
.......................
and, Seta.....
I very much enjoyed the celestial wonder.....
"We circle infinity with enough dark matter to spare
We settle our questions by pointing one way, the distraction,
While the answers remain neon, krypton, helium
A breath upon Neptune's air"
is it perhaps because my loquacious verisimilitude and verbose temerity tend to be resistant to ecumenical scissorkicks?
LOL
man. Shoot me now, Cran. That was the worst I've written in a long while.
hmm....
you are right in that I do lapse into multisyllabic descriptives. I have done that since I was old enough to know big words... I'm not sure why. I think because back then it was my defense and now it is my way of being more specific.
I mean THIS and EXACTLY this. That's what I use those words for.
Also, truthfully, I love the rhythm some of them have. The syllables in the right place can really move flow.
But I would entirely agree that I get stuck in that mode sometimes... okay, a lot. LOL.
But I swear that it is not my intention to sound stuffy. Quite the contrary, I am nearly always trying to open a piece up.
But I bow my head in shame because you are correct. Moderation is key. I shall shuffle off and burn my thesaurus (he's extinct anyway) and the dictionary, well, I could use a good fire to warm up the place.
I can't believe you're actually trying to make your way. However, you will have a most interesting overview of how quickly my styles change and how, over the last 6 months i've become an entirely different writer. It has really surprised ME for sure.
Thanks ALL for putting up with my mouth and my pen and my keyboard.
love.
setamarc
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
Seta
If i have offended, slandered or taken your name in vain, I apologize. Though if i have, it was unintentional and not known.
Sults.
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!
that little line was from a FUN exchange you and I were having, FUN I tell you. It was all in the name of sarcasm... Now I'll go back and find this... this... thing.
You have never ever ever even come close sultry, you have oft been a kind friend, NOT some layback insultfest 2004. Inspiration not repulsant.
Now I offended YOU and I never meant to do so. I am so sorry. Me and my big mouth.
:( be friends?
seta
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
a red-faced me peeks out from behind the door, sheepish at his inabilty to see sarcasm!
sorry mate- got a load on mind and maybe not in the best spirits.
friends? of course
COOL BEANZ!!
oh and by the way. even without the 30 seconds you'd never catch me.
My wings are like a sheet of steel!
;0)
Sluts!
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 savannah66 it was inspired by your comment, Yellow, and the pull of the moon....Do you get to Jupiter often? If so, please send me a postcard
.......................
and, Seta.....
I very much enjoyed the celestial wonder.....
it's been a very long time, what with baby bush and the space program's funding...
however, should i return, i will most definitely send word :):)
and that word would be, only for you, and merely from me, that under your touch and beneath your fine gaze i am fire inside chocolate hot, between your arms, eager to please and needing be pleased
It's like dis and like dat and like dis, uh-huh.
It's like dis and like dat and like dis, uh-huh.
It's like SPANK and like YANK and like SPANK, uh huh.
It's like SPANK and like YANK and like SPANK, uh huh.
Originally posted by Yellow it's been a very long time, what with baby bush and the space program's funding...
however, should i return, i will most definitely send word :):)
They stopped funding her particular "program" due to the fact that her asking hourly rate was extraordinarily high and the president still received little to no perks.
also she would spend hours on the phone late into the night exercising her cheeks. Whatever that means.
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
Originally posted by setaside2 They stopped funding her particular "program" due to the fact that her asking hourly rate was extraordinarily high and the president still received little to no perks.
also she would spend hours on the phone late into the night exercising her cheeks. Whatever that means.
Now if it was Slick Willie Clinton in office... mmm... presidential perks...
Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley seta, you're doing it all wrong.
It's like dis and like dat and like dis, uh-huh.
It's like dis and like dat and like dis, uh-huh.
It's like SPANK and like YANK and like SPANK, uh huh.
It's like SPANK and like YANK and like SPANK, uh huh.
radar, I have asked you to teach, master, but you have repeatedly turned me down as unworthy, undisciplined, and implying that I have far too much anger and fear to train.
and now you volunteer information.
I feel like such an ex girlfriend. bitch.
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
Originally posted by CranMalReign Now if it was Slick Willie Clinton in office... mmm... presidential perks...
LOL
nah. he was oversexed and overpaid. one of the few, the enlightened, the hollywood elite. His idea of Jupiter was Tori song played to impress the ladies and perhaps give the implication that he may very well be the president but damned if he wasn't sensitive enough for Tori. Ani DiFranco, on the other hand, intimidated the shit out of him.
Watch Charlie Sheen become president and restaff the house with Denise Richards lookalikes so that when he becomes stressed, he needn't worry about attraction issues. Nor where Denise actually may be (with the secretary of the Treasury like any good hollywood model golddigger).
wait... are you grounding me? I mean, intermittently seems so.. in frequent, don't you think? and as for the realms of divine pleasure and vortices of swirling sensuality (these s's eh?) they are yours at anytime you happen to request them, and readily. This ride is now closed to the public, your private entrance awaits.
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
Comments
I was ready to sing quiet praises for II. I enjoyed the sense of futility I got from it. Then I read III.
This, my friend, is magnifiscent. The reluctant defiance, the starvation, the desparation... the end! It's just...
I'd say one of my favorite things I've ever read. The desparation... that one will challenge God... and accept Him.
(That was not in any way a religious statement.)
The guy at Domino's Pizza a few weeks ago made fun of me cuz I paid in all $1 bills that had "www.wheresgeorge.com" written on them.
Now I feel weird. I care too much about what others think.
Now I pay Domino's with $20 bills that aren't written on.
hmmm
if that was yours I feel awful for not holding onto it.
and the thought of where the money ends up and where it has gone... a story to tell indeed.
man, of ALL people the pizza guy determines the course of the wicked self effacing threat. bull SHIZZIT
do it for you
and do it for me because I need to borrow a buck
the antifreak
This affects me greatly, too.
Doesn't matter if you're the pizza guy, the waitress, the trashman, the neighbor, the cousin, the friend, the fiend, the poet, the police, the god, the governor, the wookie or what.
i think that in many ways I feel like III a lot. and I mean A LOT. I use my given right to question the larger ether as much as I see fit. I have always told people at work that my job is to manage my supervisors and, metaphysically speaking, I have the gall to attempt the same thing, though admittedly with a tad more humility. I realize I have no idea what I am getting into with that but i always feel as though something's listening when I question or rant or tear asunder the words I have been given to caress...
I am... I don't know. I guess I'll go quiet on the doorstep of grace.
reaching out in such a manner and at such a speed threatens to rip arms off and sever hands, smashing fingers. Keeping grip leaves skin behind. It is the crying out in pain that reassures one is alive and that perhaps healing is an option to be chosen later.
as for the religious statement, it should be said (and it is probably known) that I consider myself to be a spiritual person, though in no way religious. I have issues with religion in general but none with spirituality. However the prayer in this piece is real and meant in every term.
I used to think that I didn't give two figs for what others thought until I came on this board.
And now I have all these people I must please for their opinions mean so much.
I am an addict.
what can I say?
and Yellow you are just plain HOT let alone an antifreak. LOL
also, it bears mentioning at this point that your skin is nothing short of the silken gossamer turnon. no fingers so satisfied as mine.
A scene of supple sensuality ensues.
only for you, merely from me.
hey wait. I wasn't taunting, I swear. I totally understand what he means. All my life I have always been one of those people who do their job and part of why I do it is to seek... approval, gratitude, recognition.
I never got recognition.
I realize now, like I said up there, that I also care too much about what others think of me. It does feel weird. but being social creatures what can we do BUT care about what others think and feel... and, further, being self aware,what can we do but worry about what they think about US?
it's all hand in hand.
but I still say do it for you and do it for those you love. whatever it is that you do.
they had a saying that has circled back and forth through modern pop culture: "Keep it real."
I try. But when I fail, I turn to writing.
I write a lot.
Thank you seta! I will continue to do "Where's George?" for myself, and those I love!
Hooray!
This was not from a poem. This was from a tongue-in-cheek comment.
And it doesn't mean what I want it to mean.
But what I want it to mean is awesome.
And I will use it! Please?
SMARTASS
use it for whatever you wish to use it for. bah.
And I remember that one. I believe that was aimed at one sultryevening. Who deserved it plenty.
I stand behind that.
.......................
and, Seta.....
I very much enjoyed the celestial wonder.....
ADD's a bitch.
You give yer thesauri and poetry dictionaries a workout, doncha?
I know this may violate your style, but I'm only looking to make a suggestion for moderation... you rely alot on big or important sounding words.
Works good sometimes. Not so much other times. That's my general criticism which applies to some offerings and not others. I need ritalin.
I'll definitely be keeping closer track of this thread! WOOT!
LOL
man. Shoot me now, Cran. That was the worst I've written in a long while.
hmm....
you are right in that I do lapse into multisyllabic descriptives. I have done that since I was old enough to know big words... I'm not sure why. I think because back then it was my defense and now it is my way of being more specific.
I mean THIS and EXACTLY this. That's what I use those words for.
Also, truthfully, I love the rhythm some of them have. The syllables in the right place can really move flow.
But I would entirely agree that I get stuck in that mode sometimes... okay, a lot. LOL.
But I swear that it is not my intention to sound stuffy. Quite the contrary, I am nearly always trying to open a piece up.
But I bow my head in shame because you are correct. Moderation is key. I shall shuffle off and burn my thesaurus (he's extinct anyway) and the dictionary, well, I could use a good fire to warm up the place.
I can't believe you're actually trying to make your way. However, you will have a most interesting overview of how quickly my styles change and how, over the last 6 months i've become an entirely different writer. It has really surprised ME for sure.
Thanks ALL for putting up with my mouth and my pen and my keyboard.
love.
setamarc
It is true that sometimes, long words, or important words, are the right words.
I know.
Keep the faith, young padawan!
You're a killer!
the irony is DRIPPING from your posts. LOL. just do it and get it over with ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
LOL
goddam that was funny.
I know you weren't being harsh. I KNOW.
If i have offended, slandered or taken your name in vain, I apologize. Though if i have, it was unintentional and not known.
Sults.
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!
AAAAHHHHHHGG G no!
that little line was from a FUN exchange you and I were having, FUN I tell you. It was all in the name of sarcasm... Now I'll go back and find this... this... thing.
You have never ever ever even come close sultry, you have oft been a kind friend, NOT some layback insultfest 2004. Inspiration not repulsant.
Now I offended YOU and I never meant to do so. I am so sorry. Me and my big mouth.
:( be friends?
seta
I'm a bad bad boy.
I never shoulda come here.
I should change my name to CranMalFriendshipruiner.
Come on...
Kissy, kissy...
Yeah...yeah...just like that...oh yeah...yeah...
Now, a little to the left...oh...that's real good...
sorry mate- got a load on mind and maybe not in the best spirits.
friends? of course
COOL BEANZ!!
oh and by the way. even without the 30 seconds you'd never catch me.
My wings are like a sheet of steel!
;0)
Sluts!
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!
it's been a very long time, what with baby bush and the space program's funding...
however, should i return, i will most definitely send word
and that word would be, only for you, and merely from me, that under your touch and beneath your fine gaze i am fire inside chocolate hot, between your arms, eager to please and needing be pleased
Instead of standing there making noise like some useless tennis referee, why don't you join in the game? hmmmmmmmm?
uh huh.
a little to the RIGHT B.E.
That's much better, thanks.
you may have wings of steel after all those fonda workout tapes
but ain't NOTHIN' outrunnin' my rocket skates
grammar no grammar roll my grammar in mud
and cheer up sir, there is love for you yet in this poetry hut. B.E. may attend.
It's like dis and like dat and like dis, uh-huh.
It's like dis and like dat and like dis, uh-huh.
It's like SPANK and like YANK and like SPANK, uh huh.
It's like SPANK and like YANK and like SPANK, uh huh.
They stopped funding her particular "program" due to the fact that her asking hourly rate was extraordinarily high and the president still received little to no perks.
also she would spend hours on the phone late into the night exercising her cheeks. Whatever that means.
Now if it was Slick Willie Clinton in office... mmm... presidential perks...
radar, I have asked you to teach, master, but you have repeatedly turned me down as unworthy, undisciplined, and implying that I have far too much anger and fear to train.
and now you volunteer information.
I feel like such an ex girlfriend. bitch.
LOL
nah. he was oversexed and overpaid. one of the few, the enlightened, the hollywood elite. His idea of Jupiter was Tori song played to impress the ladies and perhaps give the implication that he may very well be the president but damned if he wasn't sensitive enough for Tori. Ani DiFranco, on the other hand, intimidated the shit out of him.
Watch Charlie Sheen become president and restaff the house with Denise Richards lookalikes so that when he becomes stressed, he needn't worry about attraction issues. Nor where Denise actually may be (with the secretary of the Treasury like any good hollywood model golddigger).
wait... are you grounding me? I mean, intermittently seems so.. in frequent, don't you think? and as for the realms of divine pleasure and vortices of swirling sensuality (these s's eh?) they are yours at anytime you happen to request them, and readily. This ride is now closed to the public, your private entrance awaits.