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

setaside2 · January 2004

talk about the voice inside...

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

lifeisworth · January 2004

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...

auto pilot

Being Enlightened · January 2004

SO THE MARTYR REMAINS...

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!

Yellow · January 2004

setaside2 · January 2004

and for the record the poem is entitled

SO THE MARTYR REMAINS...

Yellow · January 2004

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

setaside2 · January 2004

Yellow,

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

Being Enlightened · January 2004

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!

cassia · January 2004

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

BhagavadGita · January 2004

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

smiling

setaside2 · January 2004

which, of course, is fabulous.

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

cassia · January 2004

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

setaside2 · January 2004

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.

cassia · January 2004

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}}}}}}}}}}}

setaside2 · January 2004

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

Radar(Baba)O'Riley · January 2004

What kind of role model is that?

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!"

Yellow · January 2004

roll model?

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?

setaside2 · January 2004

so,

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.

Yellow · January 2004

it needs love that you don't know it has for you?
a fearful way to give, no?
perhaps one of us could have a talk-see with it?

Amaterasu · January 2004

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