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

CranMalReign

Originally posted by Yellow
FIVE THOUSANDTH!!!


AND IT'S MINE!!! ALLLLLL MINE!!!!




HA!!!!





NAH NEE NAH NEE BOO BOO
YOUR MAMA EATS AND OLD SHOE
I HAVE THE FIVE THOUSANDTH VIEW
AND Y'ALL CAN JUST GO EAT BLUE GOO



:p:p:p

extra spitty

nerd

Yellow

actually, i much prefer Dork, or Spaz...


but, fuck you anyway :P

CranMalReign

Originally posted by Yellow
actually, i much prefer Dork, or Spaz...


but, fuck you anyway :P

Whatever lubes your chassis, deary.

sultryevening

peace, love all

Yellow

Originally posted by CranMalReign
Whatever lubes your chassis, deary.

you don't say?

DickDale

Originally posted by Yellow
actually, i much prefer Dork, or Spaz...


but, fuck you anyway :P

shocking !!!

so youd be a SPAZETTE then.....

FinsburyParkCarrots

Let's have a poem, Dick.

sultryevening

Or lets have a dick poem.

DopeBeastie

UPBRINGING/
dinnertime springtime

Anger.
It’s a bittersweet sickness
And it tastes like liquefied Milky Way bar I can’t stand milkyways
Rain fell like godspit on her parade
And she smiled
Shining persecution and love
The comparable pair
At nearly everyone who would accept
Her aluminum foil glance
Shattering light like a disco ball
She held my hand
And led me along
Gripping me
In her steady stare
And unsteady grip
She loved
She loved me
She said so
And I sang my song of belief
To all those that would strain to hear
At night she would tell me tales
Of long after I was born
Offended and insulted
That I didn’t recall the future up through and to this point, Upbringing has my amazed attention!
At least off hand
And during the day
She was non-existent
A ghost in her own present
Yet ever present in mine
Sometimes I embitter myself
With myself
Even others
With myself
And I paint my own picture of cynicism
In which I justify the poisons I drink
And in this knowledge…
I should say I take pride in this knowledge
Knowing the fine line that can kill or corrupt
Help and heal
I’m sure that at this point in time
If I were to choose a direction to go
I would spin in one place
Just to get a good look at the position in which
I am stuck
So as I prepared to leave
The dining table
Placing the food of existence off to the side
And decided to go for a walk…. maybe “and” to “I”????
At least for a while
I drank my champagne with tolerance
And pushed the chair back on two legs
Relaxing a bit

I stood up

Taking slight notice to the way
Eyes shifted towards me in mid-conversation
The way words hung in
Mid air
The way my stride echoed across the hall
And the way whispers followed me like prayers
Wisps of fog I could only describe further as
Playing through my fingertips the King thematic, reappears?
And when I finally held the brass
Cool brass
Doorknob
Between my thumb and forefinger
I smiled
In my reflection
I smiled at my reflection
And accepted my choice
Dressed inappropriately
For it was windy that day
I opened the door
And as I stepped out into the green-grey haze
Of the afternoon thunderstorm
I hit the street like a crumpled candy wrapper
And blew away. just like I did… this piece BLOWS me away…. The doorknob, cool brass doorknob… the springtime windyday… and I must say I can see this piece performed and it would leave all the girlies simply swooning… hit the streets like a crumpled candy wrapper and blew away…. A DAMN fine ending, like… cowabunga DAMN fine! Like, SHAZZAM and whatnot!
claps hands like a little girl … wow, did you know that in Word, if you surround a phrase with asterisks, it turns bold??

setaside2

my dear pasta, I'll admit that I had to reread as you suggested but I am leaving as is due to the manner in which I wrote was purposefully existential and if I had put I instead of And it would have broken a fluid chain of events a little further, a little frayed.

And I was having fun with the fact that the subject, who is as utterly autobiographical as it gets, was ruminating on all this just before dinner.

Watching mum run around with the food, fussy, flighty. The aging cat with hidden and subtle claws.

I was reading an enormous amount of kafka at the time and it shows, but who cares, really because kafka ROCKS.

I'll type later but i've just been busted at work....

CranMalReign

Originally posted by setaside2 I was reading an enormous amount of kafka at the time and it shows, but who cares, really because kafka ROCKS.
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Wasn't Kafka the ultimate bad guy in Final Fantasy III? Or was that Kefka?

DopeBeastie

so... i'm a bit confused by "existentialism"... i've read webster's definition, but it doesn't satisfy...


what is it that makes that statement "existential"

to where saying "I decided to go for a walk" is inexistential...


would you help me understand?

Yellow

Originally posted by setaside2
There but for the grace of seam


I have read your travels from afar
These pages musty and tea stained
Witnessing Saturn's waxing from Titan
Sipping liquid nitrogen in the acid rain

Venus mysterion, the thick and heavy pull of home
The swirling mass of clouds that mention no idea of parting
The static hisses and crackles
A synaptic highway, a road in tone

Your storm, Jupiter, three earth giants wide:
Enough of this tantrum and of proving your worth
Drop the charade, the bitterness, the hate
Give us Io's gifts and Europa's chlorophyllic tide

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

Pluto, Mercury, balls of rock
Moons with egos to big to share
One, ages slow of ice and cometous turn;
The other at one moment flared by the sun, cracked and scarred,
Cryogenic before the day is learned,
The both daring to plow their own paths through the celestial cairn
Tempting the fates to be torn asunder by meteoric burn

Mars the small red hope, so like home
The dust storms 30 days fierce seem romantic from afar
The ice belts and evaporation beckoning, enticing, a man's dream of future
One day perhaps a second home for a wayward and lost race of minds
Seeking the healing and sleep provided by the untouched rose and rust blanketed landscape
Away from noise and pride in a land devoid of time

Such a small part of infinity this celestial roam
Such a small part of anything this place that we call home
The sapphire and emeralds of our planetary jewel
Not good enough as we look to the diamonds above and reach to the silver moon

Will we fail, this dream, this travel upon gods highway?
Will we grasp the tail of the comet, lost this sunlit day?
Must we seek so far, are we so lonely
That the love we create at home pales in comparison
To Orion's nebulous cay?

Nay but other galaxies discovered drive man's nomadic needs wild
And he would flee his homes, his lives
Because of his fascinations and dreams as a child
Pray for the six year old in space flight demanding the opened eye
Pray for the sixty year old in space flight and demand the open mind

For every launch and flaming pathway from this planet to the next
I shall fly with them, shouting for joy as the atmosphere gives way
MY dream of weightlessness and flight, so grounded in gravitied sway
Shall be theirs, star upon star, inside the mouth of Ursa Major's cave

With my eyes closed...

I shall wish upon the falling light
And wish a wish with all my might
To take these trappings, this material man
And throw him into the night

And if should die before I waken
My soul so shiveringly and previously taken
Keep it peace
In the ruby gaze and opalescent haze
And the thunderous silence
Of the heaven's darkwaters breaking

i came on here to see exactly how long it's been since you last wrote... not too long, i suppose, but i daresay it is nearly time you did so? yes yes... so anyway... i consecuted 100 posts of chitta chatta (lovely stuff) and came back to this....

for the grace of seam, eh? (where's that dag-on dinosaurus of mine???)

anyway... this soooooooo nice ...it really speaks to me... i tried to pick out one particular part i liked best... and couldn't...


thanks

Yellow

seam....


cockle, coil, crackle, crease, crimp, crimple, curl, fold, hiss, pucker, ruck, ruffle, rumple, rustle, scallop, screw, scrunch, seam, swish, twist, whisper, wind, wreathe, wrinkle


lol....

lifeisworth

just a bump...

CranMalReign

setaside, setaside... wherefore art thou, setaside?

RETURN!

Being Enlightened

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setaside2

Breath of Flame/last

things move a pace unseen
cannot discern
watch the fire leave steam
the patched and molded key
unlocking in exacting precision the moments we burn

the high silence we emote
insurrection and rebellion to the exclusion of all
there are words left unspoken and hung
the touch is poison, the lips, the tongue
the gift of self in a state of venomous cremation

the asp on fire
spinning
spitting
writhing in an opal joy
the coldblooded warmed
the coy's last ploy

this saltwater so available for drink and evaporation
soaks the wounds in secondary refinement
pain a clarification and a clouding
such concision of surgical strength
eyes open wide
black holes and dark matter from which light can't escape

pain a clarification and a clouding
the feel of the constant waking never awake

settle the self in ash and urn
the antivenin a successful return
no more a twisted, scaled and scurvied sailor in citrus fast
our dragon returns to myth and light
its bite of renewal trailing behind
the flame so dire
so earned

the body left behind pale and shelled
sooner or later molds to the rocks upon which it was broken
and becomes slowly upheld
as the tide gently lifts and carries in reverence
the undertow its deepening well

watch me float to sea, the dying island
nothing but the solution of ash and salt
the intimate situation of evermore
as for the first time i ride currents with no resistance and no tiresome diatribe
this life
as ash
through death's door I explore

Yellow

sometimes we must rest among the reeds
our joy's eye bored with one more day of sky
our roots rotting for a while
our hope sleeping

{{{{seta}}}}

john girl

mesmerizing reads in this thread