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

sevensins

crazy.....my names mark

setaside2

Originally posted by sevensins
crazy.....my names mark

LOL

j/k

you can call me seta. It also seems to work and I know people in the REAL WORLD (not the tv show) who call me that now. I also have been trained to answer to whatever form of my PJ handle you can think of, save the really gross ones. You shalt remain the MARK of this board. And I shall remain the seta.

Easy. Sick and twisted, but easy.

setaside2

BODICE/free

watch it...

when birds flock to destiny the pecking order diminishes to just one.

and when they are full, and they are difficult to satiate, they stand around eyeing the remains of your freedom, suspicious of any sort of movement, awaiting the moment that life may return from it's fleeing flight. You are the bait in this modern world of mechanical sight and where man's imitations of nature are vinyl, polystyrene, and tupperware.

the natural cozy is gone. the lightning captured in a cup. no force greater than the push of the air in a subway tunnel, cannonball ejection the only chance for survival.

and if you hit the moon? what then?

I don't blame you little astronaut, your breath was caught in the troposphere.
These days the whirlwinds and dust devils are obligatory child's play as we rush to draw upon each other for the wisdom to predict whether our weather and which witch is which. I drew, I bled, and my needle, my pencil, they litter the sand.
So careless of me.
I had forgotten to allow for gravity in my life or death equation.
Algebraic love. It's so formal, so dedicated.
One is left to trust the one given solution in a multiple choice arena, nothing but twisted numerics and negatives. God bless the wicked blank page,
the tempation of starting over,
the newest of new car scents and the open road.

It always smells as though someone discovered their soul or somesuch, which really doesn't make sense,
you know, because you find yourself looking down at the odometer and it says like "23 miles."
That car hasn't been anywhere but down the paths of your mind.
But then, the idea sets you off about possibilities, man, the future intrinsic to any new purchase...
Was it the excitement? The adrenaline or pheromone rush of owning something so powerful as even a 4 cylinder? The feeling of "I OWN this country by the THROAT. I'm throttling that bastard." You grip the keys and you are in love for the first time, the skies livid with whatever metaphor you would wish to place upon them, the wind in the hair... these things are so trite, you think, so unoriginal, but who can deny the feeling? Who can deny the pleasure and pain of being self and being human and being in love and just DRIVING THAT FUCKER DOWN THE ROAD not looking back once? It's amazing, the feel of things.
It's the vibration, the jerk, the motion, the rerun, the replay. It's being reborn on a leather dashboard. There is beauty to the speed and an elegance in the way it is nigh impossible to tear your eyes from the sights:
The ribbons! The ticker tape! A homecoming hero on his way to lunch. So ethereal, he practically fades in the backlit dust beyond the garden, if only bending to take in the slight, sweet fragrance of the ever-so-common dandelion. Living was never so enthralling. Liberation never so poignant.
Can you breathe?

Caution, carmine, cinnamon, cimarron...

The birds are moving.

savannah66

Thank you, Seta. And now I am off to my muse.
You have inspired me.

setaside2

That is simply the highest compliment anyone has ever paid me. I don't know what to say.

I can only bow and say thank you.

Thank you. Very much.

sultryevening

Seta
as usual
marvellous words
enough said

setaside2

sultry, as it was your thread that sponsored this piece, I really must thank you as well.

sultryevening

welcome!

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

You should write for Lexus.

sultryevening

wroom vroommmm
squeel

setaside2

okay boys.. now this was all nice and sweet until someone (ahem) suggested I write for an automobile name brand manufactured by some other autombile name brand. I tell you that smacks of poisonous treason and treachery, the thought.

And Radar, I'd like you to keep your opinions to yourself about my yang. As for the yin, it's not my fault it was cheaper last year and you only picked one up last week.

Off to apartment hunt.

seta

setaside2

Evening all... the rather ill setaside is just looking for opinions regarding the whole of this thread.

LOL do you like me? Do you really like me?

Sharon_Hearts_PJ

Originally posted by setaside2

LOL do you like me? Do you really like me?

k, first of all, you gave me total crap on that line just a couple weeks ago! so BITE ME!!

secondly, i REALLY like this last piece. i could follow it, which i'm proud of. it's inspirational. makes me want my roadtrip to happen more than ever.

thirdly...if you DO indeed end up writing for Lexus, keep in mind my favorite car is the SC430.

hehe

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

Originally posted by setaside2
Do you really like me?

Okay, Sally Field, upon receiving her second Academy Award for Places in the Heart, "You like me!! Right now! You like me!!!"

Sorry you're feeling poorly. No doubt you're delirious from fever for asking such an "actressy" question. As Obi-Wan said to Luke: "Rest easy, son. You've had a busy day. You're lucky to be all in one piece."

Hope you weren't assaulted by Tusken Raiders, by the way.

I marvel at your written elocution
I marvel at your inviting openness
I marvel at comics (get it?)

Now shut up and go to sleep.

setaside2

You know that the sorry fact for that woman is that is all she will ever be remembered for.

I withdraw the questions. I was making a play on the poor girl and now I see that I should have said something more natural such as "Have a pop tart!" or "Fuck you!"

LOL

So have a pop tart.

And thanks baba fett. I appreciate the compliments and the love. I certainly FEEL assaulted by Tusken Raiders. No doubt.
You know what though? Old Obi Wan was a liar and a bender of truths. Not only that but he is responsible for all continuity issues between the pts 1-3 and New Hope-Jedi. He should be stoned, if he wasn't already dead, dammit.

Why can we no longer trust our modern myths? Is it CGI? Twinkies? I wish I knew.
ahhh the delirious ramblings of the sick setaside. gotta love that.

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

Obi-Wan is a Bad Ass MutherFucker.

setaside2

Kathryn Shoup...

re:1996

I fell in love with the perfect love, had it in my hands.
She fell in love with the same love, I had her in my hands.
But she ran scared and pretended to ignorance, though it shouted from the fucking SKY that we were one. I had it all and yet I had none.

I became impatient. It hurt to stay. My poetry had said all it had to say and she was in love with me not just on THAT day but on every other. It became apparent that I loved her. And it became apparent that her fear of loss and her fear of love and her fear of US one day splitting the dark, was bonding her to individuality, to her worries.

We never officially dated, no. People asked us when we were getting hitched, married, tying the knot, and we would laugh and tell them "Tomorrow. How did you know?" I wasn't strong enough to grab tomorrow by her jaunty pony tailed hair and pull her into today. So... I let her stray.

Oh we stayed friends and things were fine until I told her that someone ELSE was mine and that Tomorrow was on its way. Her big brown eyes grew wide and misty as she realized the the twine she had laid down in the cave to my heart had somehow vanished behind her, in her fear she had run so far and so fast that the thread had simply run out.

Yet I loved her still. How could I not? Jazz singin, she didn't walk by god she GLIDES, smoothest voice since Ella Fitzgerald and a piano to haunt the Monk. She was my muse, my goddess, and I am certain that somewhere out there or deep within me, she still maintains a certain... stock in that position; but only after Tomorrow came and went did she decide she loved me and wanted me and that she had LOST her little game of going tharn or running with fear at her heels.

And yes, she tried, and I had my chance at last. The ability to take her home and make her mine was in my grasp and I trembled at the touch. I have never wanted anything in my life so much. But Tomorrow was past, the vote was cast, and I had to set her free on broken heart and shaking legs. My mind still reels from that night, as she drove off into the streetlight strewn roadways of suburbia.

It appears that I had been chasing a Jazz Singer in a Ford Escort for so long, I never noticed the sound of her silence and the depth of her absence. I did then.

Now, after 6 years into tomorrowmorrowland, I find myself splitting the dark with my current captor. She of high infidelity and broken trust, I was no better than three other boys and I find myself thinking what I may have done, where my karma set astray... and I often wonder if my karma followed my love home that day.

They say that it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all... this may be so but one must be prepared; for if you lose that, if you let it go in some faux heroic act of semi-nobility, be prepared for the search for the next one who could only fill that hole so deep in your mind, that addiction so intense in your soul. It's caffeine and viagra. It's honeycomb and cinnamon. It's the candle that lights the curtains on fire in the midst of heavenly throes.

You will search and you will not feel whole. She of my downtown soliloquy.

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

:(

Who was this someone ELSE? Were you trying to make KS envious by loving someone else so she would run up, bitchslap your new love, and say, "Take me NOW you sexual seta God!"?

setaside2

The someone else is the woman who turned into my wife, and unfortunately the woman I am now in process of separation and divorce, though I have not moved out.

in this piece, Tomorrow = wedding/marriage

Never wanted to make Kate jealous, ever. I just felt that I had put it all out on the table and that she had looked at it but had been afraid to take what gifts were hers.

We were young, it was divine love, I kid you not, and that is the scariest, deepest, most intense version I have yet to find. She was the "one". As they say. I don't know, they say a lot of things, mouth always runnin'.

I was too much of a coward to just grab her in that cheesy gone with the wind type pose and tell her about tomorrow. It really is just another day. LOL :(

that's that.

I cannot believe I'm telling you all this. Seta is one messed up little poet.

Sharon_Hearts_PJ

i already knew this story and it still makes me sad all over again :(
much love for the Seta.