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  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    but I don't have a computer, unless I go to Kinko's, sneak into college libraries, or, or, or...


    Also I am taking kind of a break from writing poetry to try to get the technicals of my book together, and to really absorb what I wrote,

    I am coming to understand alot of the depths of poetry, and I have to fight that choking feeling and that little voice that tells me I'm an immature, no good writer, and stupid

    I thank "god" for the rebellious nature of thought and action I have from time to time~ that voice in me loves what I am doing, keeps me going and fighting and writing
    I love that voice that says "I don't give a flyin' fuck what anybody else may think, I am a poet god dammit "

    It really is the only thing I ever want to do or how I want to think of myself "a POet"

    I have been reading Steven J. Bernstein's book, I stare at the photos of him, and read his stuff, and he's been keeping me going
    lately for Jessie I will be +++++++++++++++ positive


    be peace
    love
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    You're writing a book? Wow!

    :)
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Originally posted by john girl
    Black, talkin' to herself...

    the arts

    why

    you know there just gets to be a point in life
    what else can I do to get what i need???
    (beyond the deepest depths of depression)
    that point being AFTER
    youv'e condsidered all your alternatives

    addiction
    suicide
    insanity
    voluntary committment
    incarceration
    isolation
    running away

    but you realize that for whatever various reason, value or responsibility
    that you can't even retreat to those escapes
    I'm at that point

    fuck IT
    what can i do?
    i
    laugh
    and let life do
    what life will do
    allowing Fate now
    to step in

    releasing
    dreams, hope, desires
    zero point
    no expectations anymore

    I'm through fighting
    you
    I'm through fighting myself
    God
    damn
    just so know
    I'm trapped
    and have to play
    but inside
    my thoughts
    I
    don't
    have
    too
    like the rules

    quietly with a smile
    i'm thinkin'
    fuck this
    and
    fuck you

    i have faith
    but i'm pissed

    why didn't i have intrests in business mgt. or math?

    You say something else, John Girl. I mean it. Thank you.
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    29 they alone see truly who see that all actions
    are performed by prakiti, while the Self re
    30 mains unmoved. When they see the variety of
    creation rooted in that unity and growing out
    of it, they attain fulfillment in Brahman.

    31This supreme Self is without a beginning,
    undifferentiatted, deathless. Though it dwells
    in the body, Arjuna, it neither acts nor is touched
    32by action. As akasha pervades the
    cosmos but remains unstained, the Self can
    never be tainted though it dwells in every
    creature.

    33 As the sun lights up the world, the Self dwell-
    ing in the field is the source of all light in the
    34 field. Those who, with the eye of wisdom,
    distinguish the field from its Knower and
    the way to freedomfrom the bondage of
    prakiti, attain the supreme goal.




    Reading Andre Breton's Surrealism Manifesto's 1 and 2!

    and I wrote this before the Northern Star was released

    Desiree

    you knew the way to get inside
    trusted feelings and the plight
    (that was not right)
    to go, to leave and so I
    crushed the last battle
    the desire is so deep, I lied
    within my walls
    forced against
    the stalls
    ringing "Desiree"
    calls me like
    a longing wind
    for love
    love is surrender
    in what I can't see
    trusted my love
    inside me~


    nir "out": vana "to blow"
  • EvilToasterElf
    EvilToasterElf Posts: 1,119
    G irl you have a lot of talent, and potential that may still be untapped. The best way to harness this is to read as much as you can, absorb all the details of those who came before and those who are your contemporaries and blend them both into a style all your own.

    Also if you like Breton, go pick up Les Chants De Maldoror
    by the Counte de Lautremont, a poetic genius who died at the tender age of 26, but left so much valuable behind before he left, incredibly dark stuff, but wildly entertaining.

    And of course keep pumping it out, you'll find you can never really take a break from poetry, just a break from poems, keep a pocket sized notebook with you and just jot down all the scraps that cross the brain barrier and are lost in an hour if you don't put em down.

    Poetry is an overlooked gift, and you've got it.
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    ETE you make me smile,
    you can be in my bath tub anytime UNPLUGGED from electrical outlets that might cause me bodily harm, of course,

    the entities that are music and poetry is about all I can trust,
    thank you
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Originally posted by john girl

    the entities that are music and poetry is about all I can trust,
    thank you

    Amen.

    :)
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    typO
    blue folder
    poems
    x2
    without out
    is with
    and to be
    sea maidens
    name
    I of nail
    is the missing
    and guards
    the end
    with
    E
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    I wish I could write like that.

    :)
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    was lip liner,
    brandy
    and litttle arms
    message'd
    cross'd
    youths
    demure,
    and cries
    warm color, a pencil
    shade be light
    monologued
    the film
    upon
    the mirrors
    of arts heart
    and the mystries
    elusive
    recanted,
    enchanted
    haunts of moirae
    meant
    delight
    that
    it be said
    amore
    it was
    love
    that spoke
    back to me
    and I get

    ~* ~
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    visual and sound came in a dream quality

    a sprinkling revised

    "I ma back door, man, eye eats more chicken than any, man"

    Back, Door Man
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    written early eve' July 13 2004
    ez 8 motel
    with leonard cohen and in utero present

    Alan Freed

    Discus throwers
    dig for that punk
    and deified fire
    this is Romeos quince
    calling all to the choir
    are you in, son
    in the minefield pen chatter
    Turn It Up
    got have it louder
    this is a chore again
    so fuck the scores of
    black listed, stipends make the charts
    open the doors
    the radios are never closed
    as the heart quest (?)
    the seasons of
    unclear crusades
    and I raped for the blues
    riots chose her a stanzas a cage
    so my mouths out and my envy us
    between the thighs
    all lies of my cats trapdoor
    this is a sit in so take it over
    albeit the combative romancer
    not the misty caller
    to recover sleeves and today
    was a piece of work
    to refashion the powderless shell
    I courted only the radio violence
    free my ears, mix and musee
    rocking "surge" where did it fit in
    the discipline of the undisciplined
    and ginger has fucked us
    all role play (cough)
    my grooms near here
    black peonies in vinyl
    we lounged for the damned admiration
    and baby cotton nipples
    captivated, listen to this peep show

    the groupies kicked it in


    mr
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    with big brother

    and I thought I was all alone

    kiss kiss, and love to you
  • Being Enlightened
    Being Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Originally posted by john girl
    written early eve' July 13 2004
    ez 8 motel
    with leonard cohen and in utero present

    Alan Freed

    Discus throwers
    dig for that punk
    and deified fire
    this is Romeos quince
    calling all to the choir
    are you in, son
    in the minefield pen chatter
    Turn It Up
    got have it louder
    this is a chore again
    so fuck the scores of
    black listed, stipends make the charts
    open the doors
    the radios are never closed
    as the heart quest (?)
    the seasons of
    unclear crusades
    and I raped for the blues
    riots chose her a stanzas a cage
    so my mouths out and my envy us
    between the thighs
    all lies of my cats trapdoor
    this is a sit in so take it over
    albeit the combative romancer
    not the misty caller
    to recover sleeves and today
    was a piece of work
    to refashion the powderless shell
    I courted only the radio violence
    free my ears, mix and musee
    rocking "surge" where did it fit in
    the discipline of the undisciplined
    and ginger has fucked us
    all role play (cough)
    my grooms near here
    black peonies in vinyl
    we lounged for the damned admiration
    and baby cotton nipples
    captivated, listen to this peep show

    the groupies kicked it in


    mr

    Oh yeah! I'm diggin' this one! :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~on the eighth sea~~~~

    there's a natural mystic feelin in the air

    Poetry rocks
    I love the way angels conspire

    there is so much of something deeper going on out there


    Joy is typing in your bra and panties when it is hot and humid
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    ***************************************************
    joy is practicing my electric guitar in my bra and panties, with becks beer~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    sea change practice the c change
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    God, we are only men women and children


    I know there is a heaven,

    Kim Sun Il "my life is important, your life is important"

    Peace be with you, with us all, Peace
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    can be so cruel
    and hurt us so deeply

    but I still believe this world can change for the better, that is the only hope we have to believe in eachother,

    I struggle at times to remain an optimist,
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    it all, just have to keep loving it all


    I am just rambling my thoughts,

    for a peace filled night
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    Seers of the dawns tread
    Rise anywhere and imagine the sea
    knows of the moon's ruby eclipse
    I paid May's dew
    in the awe of the green corona
    of sunset
    to west turn indie
    so to those Isles, beaches of rose
    the unveiling future's come ashore
    la lady knew Samuels court
    secrets we kept a sailin for
    silk roads by ship this lobe hears
    to the steering by my captors of hem
    the seers return salvation
    Begin by rows across all oars
    and arms over our hearts
    in peace
    Time to release the breaking waves
    we are in tears of tea,
    saucers in the cups of life
    rafts are not for sinking
    I wish for the sound of laughter
    alive with the crying
    we're all wearing the sari's
    from long ago
    biting the golden trade
    we are the second coming
    remember this age anew
    tau and true mint
    drinking the lightness
    engage the tasters
    and fearless
    the humble scent...

    Michelle Raine

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