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DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
edited July 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Lifeless, lying down
Opened shirt beneath a hack’s saw
Oblivious, and not
Selfless and selfish, alike
Eat
Celibacy
Another falls
Nearer toward
Never
Opened
Now, like a pupil in the dark, on a
Snake...
Adjust, resolute with
Loss
Will you go black
After
You
Save me, too?
Born again, but
Low, steeped in it
Opened still and
Waiting




blew the acrostic... forgive me. it's fixed now
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  • even flow?even flow? Posts: 8,066
    A little too deep for me.

    Hello Pasta!!! I hope everything is looking up for you.
    You've changed your place in this world!
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    pm'ige yer way, sir


    :D
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    Love me do,
    Over do,
    Very much,
    Everywhere we go,
    My heart is yours,
    Even if yours is mine,
    Live with me,
    Instill me,
    Kill me,
    Everytime we make love,
    Always remember,
    Reasons for a poem,
    Overcome the rhyme,
    Call me anytime,
    Know that I love you.

    *can you see Paul Simon?*
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    yah yah yah yah yah yah yah she love me



    :D


    nice!
  • AliAli Posts: 2,621
    VEry nice to you both.

    PS I'm not falling in love yet pasta nazi....:)
    A whisper and a thrill
    A whisper and a chill
    adv2005

    "Why do I bother?"
    The 11th Commandment.
    "Whatever"

    PETITION TO STOP THE BAN OF SMOKING IN BARS IN THE UNITED STATES....Anyone?
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    lol... you rock, ali



    thanks so much
  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Talk about handing oneself over! :)

    "Opened shirt beneath a hack's saw"---yeah, I really like that line, medear!

    Good on ya! :)

    {{{{{{{HUGS}}}}}}}}
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    can u imagine being cut open with a hacksaw?


    unfortunately, i can...

    oweeeee


    be enlightened, shadow girl :D
  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    "...have you seen your mother, baby
    standing in the shadows
    have you had another baby
    standing in the shadows..." :D

    Come on, you're talking to the queen of horror novels, movies...a lover of the macabre----I can think of 1001 ways of being cut open with a hacksaw! :p Hee Hee!

    "So come up to the lab
    And see what's on the slab
    I see you shiver with antici...pation
    But maybe the rain
    Isn't really to blame
    So I'll remove the cause
    But not the symptom" :D:D

    Oh my, the songs, they is twirling through me head today! :D
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • even flow?even flow? Posts: 8,066
    PastaNazi wrote:
    can u imagine being cut open with a hacksaw?



    The cool breeze rushing into your body upon the first hack. Ahhhhh yeah
    You've changed your place in this world!
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    fuckin bliss, even...

    BLISS


    :D



    (owch)


    ahhh yeah
  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Yodle
    Over my
    Underside by
    Coming to
    Roads that cross
    And
    Collide and slide
    Kicking and screaming
    My
    Eyes bulging
    Under
    Pressure
    !


    :D:D:D:D

    Hee Hee!

    Bliss, eh?

    Well, the line between pleasure and pain is a thin one... :p
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    Sometimes when we
    Open up

    To laughter, we find
    Happiness
    In it.
    Not bliss, but

    Yearning for bliss.
    Only... if only we could really
    Understand that laughter sets free the

    Consistent fear that we will be pierced by the spokes
    Of the
    Umbrellas we use to keep the rain off our lovely fragile heads.
    Laugh.
    Die.

    Dying
    Is
    Everything. But it

    Isn't really. Is it?
    No.

    It's
    Trying. That's Everything.

    So.
    Quack!
    U are water off a duck's back.
    I am water off yours.
    Shhhhhhhh
    Here you are loved.
    !



    thanks be :)
  • even flow?even flow? Posts: 8,066
    Yellow
    Onions
    Under

    Gardens
    Unearthed
    Yielding
    Stock
    !

    :p
    You've changed your place in this world!
  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    PastaNazi wrote:
    Umbrellas we use to keep the rain off our lovely fragile heads.

    The line here reminded me of a little thing a penned last eve:

    Idea

    Rock solid,
    yet so fragile,
    you can reach out
    to grab hold,
    but be mindful,
    eggshells easily
    crack.

    :)



    Love is a funny thing
    Only we're not laughing
    Verging on tears at times
    Everything a mess

    Yet we know in our hearts
    All will be well - love is all you need is love (starting with yourself!) :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    Cast fate
    Aside as you will
    Never fear
    Again the saw, the
    Dreaded multi toothy saw
    As I see the saw, making an

    Incision, precise as a
    Slice of heaven

    Juxtaposed twin destinies
    Under the guise of hope and fear, hope to
    See you
    There, sawing and rocking

    All consuming is the sound,
    Hear it now,
    Evenflows the rock of
    Ageless music which never lets you
    Down.
    !!

    (just having fun!!) :D
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    it's nice, olderman :)


    more later, maybe, yes?
  • movingfingermovingfinger Posts: 117
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    Y



    good work everyone else, though, this was an amusing thread.
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    The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
    Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
    Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
    Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it

    -- Omar Khayyam
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