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

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  • Radar(Baba)O'Riley
    Radar(Baba)O'Riley Posts: 947
    Originally posted by Being Enlightened
    I'll never look at leaves the same way again.
    Leaves? Leaves?! It's about leaves?
    Eekers beekers, I thought it was about spankings.
    Guess I'll have to re-read it now :p
  • Being Enlightened
    Being Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley
    Leaves? Leaves?! It's about leaves?
    Eekers beekers, I thought it was about spankings.
    Guess I'll have to re-read it now :p

    Hee! Hee! Oh you naughty boy! SPANK!
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • Radar(Baba)O'Riley
    Radar(Baba)O'Riley Posts: 947
    Originally posted by Being Enlightened
    Hee! Hee! Oh you naughty boy! SPANK!
    Spankings are NOT allowed in seta's thread, my dear monkey. His butt, yes. But not his thread.
  • Being Enlightened
    Being Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley
    Spankings are NOT allowed in seta's thread, my dear monkey. His butt, yes. But not his thread.

    There I go soiling threads again! :p
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • setaside2
    setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    I'm supposing this is all out of love?

    yes leaves! yes metaphor! NO spankings! not this one anyway.


    hush now.

    still working on the finished version.
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • Toywoman
    Toywoman Posts: 43
    no spankings? hmph
    "sounds like pearl jam just had a three song orgasm."~~vacatetheword
  • TremorSky
    TremorSky Posts: 23
    setaside, I gotta say that is good writing. That's a wonderfully sad poem/story. I just wanted to say I had a mental picture of it. You have inspired me to draw again. I had a car accident on halloween which left my left arm broken so I can't draw. I am a lefty, you see...but I will try to draw because it's almost like a compulsion. I thank you for inspiring me..
    Put his faith in love and tremor Christ...
  • TremorSky
    TremorSky Posts: 23
    setaside, I gotta say that is good writing. That's a wonderfully sad poem/story. I just wanted to say I had a mental picture of it. You have inspired me to draw again. I had a car accident on halloween which left my left arm broken so I can't draw. I am a lefty, you see...but I will try to draw because it's almost like a compulsion. I thank you for inspiring me.. I wish I could type more...
    Put his faith in love and tremor Christ...
  • setaside2
    setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    Well hell, TremorSky, I hope that leftiness comes back with a huzzah.

    I'm sorry that vehicular destruction left you in such a state but, I say, if you happen to draw something you believe is post worthy, by all means post it somewhere we can see it.

    I would love it, personally.


    But thank YOU, for reading. I write for two people: you and me. LOL and that is all.

    And seeing as how YOU is such an umbrella term, i think we can all understand what I mean.
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • tenaciousA
    tenaciousA Posts: 604
    it's always the green
    the tear-capable
    that are forced to exhale in vacuum

    its ether consumed
    without thanks
    or awareness
    it'd been used

    the fire died
    as thoughtlessly as it began

    ashes ashes
    we all fall down












    this is really nice, seta...

    there's a quality of martyrdom without cause
    guilt and regret by innocent beings
    begging the question, why Lord? salvation... save me....
    as if some poet spoke to them
    "do not go lightly into that night"
    when the night is but light
    and they,
    ashen or mulched (as is the case in my backyard)
    can do naught but feed the tree












    ok, now i will go puke on my shoes for all the sappy inferences i've drawn to humanity




    lovely, i'm glad it let you get it to draft :D
    ~all is full of love~
  • setaside2
    setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    ah tenaciousA

    so glad you could join us this eve.

    tonight's discussion: Why is seta a freak? And wherefore?


    pleased you like the drafted effort. I forced it into submission, we shall see how it holds up.

    seta
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • tenaciousA
    tenaciousA Posts: 604
    i am not sure, my dear
    however, now i have something to think about today :)



    my first guess is that as a poet, you have an ability to express yourself perhaps more thoroughly than most, thereby alienating and scaring the population at large

    most ppl keep shit to themselves, knowing that whatever they say is just the tip of the iceberg of what they feel?

    so imagine what folks must think a poet's iceberg looks like?

    when i just isn't so


    speaking for my freakish self...

    i'm above surface for the most part


    :)
    ~all is full of love~
  • setaside2
    setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    speaking for myself:


    I have a lot above and below the surface. Especially these days.

    Personally, I enjoy being a freak until I get that one look that says "you're not of the rest of us, get the fuck out". then it kind of sucks.

    But hey, no hard feelings. Sociality was never my kick. I'm the watcher and recorder. The rest of you can go about your poorly scripted little acts. I'll just whip up some popcorn.

    and eat it all by my lonesome. LOL.
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • Radar(Baba)O'Riley
    Radar(Baba)O'Riley Posts: 947
    Originally posted by setaside2
    I'm the watcher and recorder.
    There are laws for people like you.
    :p
  • setaside2
    setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley
    There are laws for people like you.
    :p

    And I'll want them, in writing, verbatim, by five a.m. on this desk, mister.


    I believe that's my stapler.
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • Radar(Baba)O'Riley
    Radar(Baba)O'Riley Posts: 947
    Originally posted by setaside2
    I believe that's my stapler.
    But . . . but . . . I'm gonna burn the building down now.
  • Being Enlightened
    Being Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Originally posted by setaside2
    Personally, I enjoy being a freak until I get that one look that says "you're not of the rest of us, get the fuck out". then it kind of sucks.



    Fuck society! Freaks are much more interesting! And there's nothing wrong with eating popcorn by your lonesome!

    But watching & recording....hmmmm.....well.....that's sounds pretty interesting actually! :D:D
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • Radar(Baba)O'Riley
    Radar(Baba)O'Riley Posts: 947
    SPANK
  • BhagavadGita
    BhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
    Originally posted by setaside2
    A new one for everyone... inspiration was a conversation about dreams I was having with someone once. She couldn't remember what the heck she had been looking at and said "maybe it was a hand..." It set me off. Let me know if you like.



    maybe it was just a hand
    or a secret or a mission or a kiss in an envelope…
    a poison inkwell, a letter, a missive, the story of a life unborn or unshared or unknown, it makes no difference...
    the direction of the next spring thaw, the flow of a leaf from branch to mud...
    spring to fall..
    the path love may take as it barrels through the halls of time uncontrollable and dangerous
    a handshake, a breath, the last word of the last fairy godmother on the last planet earth
    the feather plucked from an angel's wing
    the mission of god
    the lyrics to the song of youth
    the answer to immortality
    The last petal to fall from the wilted lily
    The tip of an unused crayon
    Was it the whisper of a ancient friend lost in time, ages past, lives ago
    The secret feeling a children’s novel gives
    The satisfaction of a sleeping feline
    Curdled cream
    The milk gone sour
    Pages turning on the hour
    A clock to measure the beats of the heart
    A device to trap the better mouse
    Or the hot air in any given water balloon…
    The key, steam, the hot mineral spring
    A ribbon on air, the footprint left bare, snow
    Falling in cotton silence stuffy and simple
    Arrowheads, sandstone, hieroglyphs, dreams long dead
    The pavement expands in the sun, cracking to reveal the hidden homes that we have built upon and up and on in order to prove our superiority
    The mud: it dries in the sun, the evaporation a last rebellion the wind carries away
    The clock ticks its memento, the only thing it remembers, the previous second wiped by the next
    A tread, the step, the fall
    Ah damn the ignorant thread so graceless and passion free
    Even with wings unfurled the angel smokes a Kamel
    Wherein lies the loss? The thought? The cab fare home?
    The hole in the pocket is only somewhat to blame as the sprinklers fade the brick wall
    The fence cracked and burned, the sitters all fled,
    On roam, the bats cry sonar in search of sustenance
    Who shall teach to read the echo? When will friction kill the snowman?
    Perhaps it WAS just the hand, nails sharp and intimate
    Maybe it was the nighttime sigh, a dream left hanging from a lampshade
    The sheets crumpled to the floor, the trial at an end, the curtains in the breeze
    Was it together then? Or was the hand held previously owned?
    I’ve left my breath at the last stop, torn loose at the one before
    The ticket is unclear and the directions only indicate the color of the car in which I am to sleep.
    God help the conductor.
    I hear the busboy has a gun.

    Seta
    Just reading this for the first time. I like it. Especially this part:

    The tip of an unused crayon
    Was it the whisper of a ancient friend lost in time, ages past, lives ago
    The secret feeling a children’s novel gives
    The satisfaction of a sleeping feline
  • tenaciousA
    tenaciousA Posts: 604
    Originally posted by setaside2
    Personally, I enjoy being a freak until I get that one look that says "you're not of the rest of us, get the fuck out". then it kind of sucks.

    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
    ~all is full of love~

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