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Time Decays My Virulence.time decays my virulence. the reflections of the universe reside where light enters the eyeTime Decays My Virulence.
slower and slowly. i cede inside, replete with this horrible worst of miscarriages; all quietude. constellationary guilts and laments’
freedom is interred. why defy my transparency? come, still, defy it with me; grind into an unwound mind
lazy constitutions. sins and woes write froth into my sternum, corrective-less panacea-bereft. futures simply mature into futures. so many black holes of prospect and statistic…
i am s
by ~Masa-chan
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and i may never returno god, how sadly your whales sing oceans: how innocent the young and ailing oceans.and i may never return
i have found a resurrection of sailors and children’s stories cast on paling oceans.
o god, a saviour lives only in letters whose eager voice remains, unveiling oceans.
a collection of children too weak for sun, a lonely waste of lives spent sailing oceans.
o god, i am untold over thousands of waves and the careful hands of the frail sing oceans.
by ~iLISI
Blackbird Pupilsdon’t look at me with those eyes sunlightburn speckled brown bluebird green and hazel-ache mine, already hollowed out tapetum breached and daily leak- ingBlackbird Pupils
i cannot bear your
knowing glance )/ocular-saw)(/intelligence( you’d see all those wax demonshades you’d know the clockworks run
on pain-delay today,
i read some other poet,
his words were blackice bludgeoners, soundless suturing socket spikes, hammergods, each one,
the last cicada to flee the moult. but he hasn’t the orbs to ruin
by *thetaoofchaos
a lamentationsometimes there is the murmura lamentation
of sadness in my hands. sometimes my face is warmer than warm, and
sometimes this does not extend to you, to where it ought to matter.
sometimes i think i am too small to take wind and water into my stride; sometimes i am the leaf that floats unbidden into your arms, the breath of breeze
from over the sea, come to carbonate your blood with my memory.
i am the taste of summer – tart and sweet on a forgotten tongue left leagues behind, over oceans you could not wait to leave. there is not
by ~prairiedaisy
hullwhen did i agree to keep no secrets, to slip no sly words to coat my tongue and shell the shockhull
with something as simple
as weeping?
the thought of water to a drowning woman
is death. yet her heart remains
an uncharted desert dry of hope
even with mermaid voices and seal-skinned bodies,
for she will not call to land,
will consent only to crash
and burn her heart on the roots
of lonely lighthouses.
by ~prairiedaisy
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| Disappropriation Do I know any better who I am? Or only Feigning just to arm myself against Time's accusations; after all I have promises to keep: move out Of my anxious home and forgive all My peripheral wrongs--wrong for my years. I'll tell the truth for once, leave enough Unsaid and tear up all warrants. I thought eventually nothing will be left At the edges of the light and I'll be transparent in Dark labyrinths. There'll be neither Wrong nor right, nor dissenting noises. Now all these bear revisions, for I found An unretrieved claim in a well of Bitter tears. A new warrant. I don't remember anything I confessed. Yes, I don't know any better who I am. I came To deign innocence--a longing In vain. All seems to be lost on me; even The despair is no longer my own. -T. Byram Karasu --- Time-Servers Time-servers are the cowering slaves of slaves, Alone on earth, who serves The LORD is free, Each soul shall win the gift that it most craves; Seek God, my soul -- God shall your portion be! -Yehuda ha-Levi --- "What is this animation and dying? I do not live when I lose belief in the existence of God. I should long ago have killed myself had I not had a dim hope of finding Him. I live, really live, only when I feel Him and seek Him. 'What more do you seek?' exclaimed a voice within me. 'This is He. He is that without which one cannot live. To know God and to live is one and the same thing. God is life.' 'Live seeking God, and then you will not live without God.' And more than ever before, all within me and around me lit up, and the light did not again abandon me." -Leo Tolstoy --- no escaping it-- i must step on fallen leaves to take this path. -Masajo Suzuki --- Pedestal But I am not any of those wondrous things! no sky no star no sun no mystic fairy whose wings sprinkle dreams upon the sleeping giants. I am plain, dull; the dust upon mundane books the world collectively yawns over. I am the crooked lane that looks neither enticing nor new. I am dead myths. I am bad films. I am the cliched ideals of a generation now rotting. Therefore, sir, kindly save me from the heights to which your adoration thrusts me. I fear that when I fall you will break more thoroughly than I. =KneelingGlory --- How can many spring from the heart of unity? How many make one? =AlecBell --- steal this poem if, as i suspect, the universe is but a reflecting pool a planetarium of my shimmering doubt and all reality thus manifested is yearn curled up inside your organ then it must be that, upon such laceration of this world when i see the facetious bare layer torn from it’s moorings by tulips bathed in this exalted morning untethered by dreams or words it must be us that’s missing *thetaoofchaos --- he waters my thirst you, the faintest fog i, the moving mist begin to feel, awaiting for what binds us, if we even exist ~IAmPoetry --- Benevolent Sun You, my benevolent sun, I could watch you shine forever, or reach out to burn my hands. ~Words-of-Comfort --- [link] |
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- Current Residence: Earth.
- Interests: God/books/books about God/family/space/poetry/music/art/my pets/vidgames/theology/language/you.
- Favourite movie: LOTR/Passion of the Christ/Memoirs of a Geisha/The Boondock Saints/Pan's Labyrinth/Hotrod/more.
- Favourite band or musician: The one that tickles my fancy whenever it's actually ticklish.
- Favourite genre of music: Rock/TripHop/Jewish/Japanese/R&B/Opera/Folk/Celt/Classical/Inspirational/Blues/Funk/New Age...
- Favourite artist: YHWH El-Berith/Escher/William Blake/you.
- Favourite poet or writer: Tolkien/John the Revelator/Messiah Yeshua/Karasu/King David/L. Tolstoy/King Solomon/Deviants/you.
- Favourite photographer: You.
- Favourite style of art: Abstract/Surrealism/the written kind/you.
- Operating System: Defected.
- MP3 player of choice: You. Sing to me?
- Shell of choice: Hermit.
- Skin of choice: Reptilian.
- Favourite game: I couldn't possibly decide.
- Favourite gaming platform: Nope. No favoritism. Nopenope.
- Favourite cartoon character: Optimus Prime.
- Tools of the Trade: A half-empty mind, for starters.
- Email: jodilane2000@yahoo.com
- Yahoo: jodilane2000
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The world is an eraser for these words
- Jack Kerouac
we must destroy that which contains us
I look forward to getting back in writing mode, too. So, thanks.
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Cuckuhim 'o 'ab him.
Wepeghim 'o 'abai him.
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The world is an eraser for these words
- Jack Kerouac
we must destroy that which contains us
I hope you're well.
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Cuckuhim 'o 'ab him.
Wepeghim 'o 'abai him.
i'll trade my
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The world is an eraser for these words
- Jack Kerouac
we must destroy that which contains us
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Cuckuhim 'o 'ab him.
Wepeghim 'o 'abai him.
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dendrites wave and furl
moved-by-moving-with is not
manifesting is
this can happen without you
or it can happen within
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Cuckuhim 'o 'ab him.
Wepeghim 'o 'abai him.
no son or daughter
but yourself.
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Cuckuhim 'o 'ab him.
Wepeghim 'o 'abai him.
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Don't you wanna' know how we keep starting fires?
I'm touched to know so. I'm sorry I've kind of fallen off the face of the earth. Just extremely busy with school. With life. That sort of thing.
Hope you're well, luv. <3
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Cuckuhim 'o 'ab him.
Wepeghim 'o 'abai him.
School? University, or Highschool?
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Don't you wanna' know how we keep starting fires?
I'm so sorry I've more or less disappeared. I'm just so busy with everything, it's ridiculous. I need a breather. One where I sit, pick up a pencil, and just write, again. I haven't done that in so long, it's disheartening.
Cute redhead poet? Haha. You sure do give me a lot. Thank you. <3
I honestly hope you're well. Hopefully I'll catch you on Yahoo, sometime.
Take care of yourself, for me.
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Cuckuhim 'o 'ab him.
Wepeghim 'o 'abai him.
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