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

Originally posted by Yellow
FIVE THOUSANDTH!!!


AND IT'S MINE!!! ALLLLLL MINE!!!!




HA!!!!





NAH NEE NAH NEE BOO BOO
YOUR MAMA EATS AND OLD SHOE
I HAVE THE FIVE THOUSANDTH VIEW
AND Y'ALL CAN JUST GO EAT BLUE GOO



:p:p:p

extra spitty

nerd

Originally posted by Yellow
actually, i much prefer Dork, or Spaz...


but, fuck you anyway :P

Whatever lubes your chassis, deary.

Originally posted by CranMalReign
Whatever lubes your chassis, deary.

you don't say?

Let's have a poem, Dick.

UPBRINGING/
dinnertime springtime

Anger.
It’s a bittersweet sickness
And it tastes like liquefied Milky Way bar I can’t stand milkyways
Rain fell like godspit on her parade
And she smiled
Shining persecution and love
The comparable pair
At nearly everyone who would accept
Her aluminum foil glance
Shattering light like a disco ball
She held my hand
And led me along
Gripping me
In her steady stare
And unsteady grip
She loved
She loved me
She said so
And I sang my song of belief
To all those that would strain to hear
At night she would tell me tales
Of long after I was born
Offended and insulted
That I didn’t recall the future up through and to this point, Upbringing has my amazed attention!
At least off hand
And during the day
She was non-existent
A ghost in her own present
Yet ever present in mine
Sometimes I embitter myself
With myself
Even others
With myself
And I paint my own picture of cynicism
In which I justify the poisons I drink
And in this knowledge…
I should say I take pride in this knowledge
Knowing the fine line that can kill or corrupt
Help and heal
I’m sure that at this point in time
If I were to choose a direction to go
I would spin in one place
Just to get a good look at the position in which
I am stuck
So as I prepared to leave
The dining table
Placing the food of existence off to the side
And decided to go for a walk…. maybe “and” to “I”????
At least for a while
I drank my champagne with tolerance
And pushed the chair back on two legs
Relaxing a bit

I stood up

Taking slight notice to the way
Eyes shifted towards me in mid-conversation
The way words hung in
Mid air
The way my stride echoed across the hall
And the way whispers followed me like prayers
Wisps of fog I could only describe further as
Playing through my fingertips the King thematic, reappears?
And when I finally held the brass
Cool brass
Doorknob
Between my thumb and forefinger
I smiled
In my reflection
I smiled at my reflection
And accepted my choice
Dressed inappropriately
For it was windy that day
I opened the door
And as I stepped out into the green-grey haze
Of the afternoon thunderstorm
I hit the street like a crumpled candy wrapper
And blew away. just like I did… this piece BLOWS me away…. The doorknob, cool brass doorknob… the springtime windyday… and I must say I can see this piece performed and it would leave all the girlies simply swooning… hit the streets like a crumpled candy wrapper and blew away…. A DAMN fine ending, like… cowabunga DAMN fine! Like, SHAZZAM and whatnot!
claps hands like a little girl … wow, did you know that in Word, if you surround a phrase with asterisks, it turns bold??

Originally posted by setaside2 I was reading an enormous amount of kafka at the time and it shows, but who cares, really because kafka ROCKS.
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Wasn't Kafka the ultimate bad guy in Final Fantasy III? Or was that Kefka?

Originally posted by setaside2
There but for the grace of seam


I have read your travels from afar
These pages musty and tea stained
Witnessing Saturn's waxing from Titan
Sipping liquid nitrogen in the acid rain

Venus mysterion, the thick and heavy pull of home
The swirling mass of clouds that mention no idea of parting
The static hisses and crackles
A synaptic highway, a road in tone

Your storm, Jupiter, three earth giants wide:
Enough of this tantrum and of proving your worth
Drop the charade, the bitterness, the hate
Give us Io's gifts and Europa's chlorophyllic tide

We circle infinity with enough dark matter to spare
We settle our questions by pointing one way, the distraction,
While the answers remain neon, krypton, helium
A breath upon Neptune's air

Pluto, Mercury, balls of rock
Moons with egos to big to share
One, ages slow of ice and cometous turn;
The other at one moment flared by the sun, cracked and scarred,
Cryogenic before the day is learned,
The both daring to plow their own paths through the celestial cairn
Tempting the fates to be torn asunder by meteoric burn

Mars the small red hope, so like home
The dust storms 30 days fierce seem romantic from afar
The ice belts and evaporation beckoning, enticing, a man's dream of future
One day perhaps a second home for a wayward and lost race of minds
Seeking the healing and sleep provided by the untouched rose and rust blanketed landscape
Away from noise and pride in a land devoid of time

Such a small part of infinity this celestial roam
Such a small part of anything this place that we call home
The sapphire and emeralds of our planetary jewel
Not good enough as we look to the diamonds above and reach to the silver moon

Will we fail, this dream, this travel upon gods highway?
Will we grasp the tail of the comet, lost this sunlit day?
Must we seek so far, are we so lonely
That the love we create at home pales in comparison
To Orion's nebulous cay?

Nay but other galaxies discovered drive man's nomadic needs wild
And he would flee his homes, his lives
Because of his fascinations and dreams as a child
Pray for the six year old in space flight demanding the opened eye
Pray for the sixty year old in space flight and demand the open mind

For every launch and flaming pathway from this planet to the next
I shall fly with them, shouting for joy as the atmosphere gives way
MY dream of weightlessness and flight, so grounded in gravitied sway
Shall be theirs, star upon star, inside the mouth of Ursa Major's cave

With my eyes closed...

I shall wish upon the falling light
And wish a wish with all my might
To take these trappings, this material man
And throw him into the night

And if should die before I waken
My soul so shiveringly and previously taken
Keep it peace
In the ruby gaze and opalescent haze
And the thunderous silence
Of the heaven's darkwaters breaking

i came on here to see exactly how long it's been since you last wrote... not too long, i suppose, but i daresay it is nearly time you did so? yes yes... so anyway... i consecuted 100 posts of chitta chatta (lovely stuff) and came back to this....

for the grace of seam, eh? (where's that dag-on dinosaurus of mine???)

anyway... this soooooooo nice ...it really speaks to me... i tried to pick out one particular part i liked best... and couldn't...


thanks

just a bump...

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sometimes we must rest among the reeds
our joy's eye bored with one more day of sky
our roots rotting for a while
our hope sleeping

{{{{seta}}}}