ARTEMIS As the curtains fall upon your dear eyes, you travel in suspension as the sandstorms rise. With grains of themes, dreams are gathering peals, and from the nacreous layers, morning’s page unfurls. The blank white sheets are undisclosed but the scripts themselves are predisposed. Scoff the votive offerings of day’s strong drink, as if life itself was in the unprinted ink. Bearing the chains of regret’s great weight are those who linger at the lost land’s gate. Although, soil retrieves their status and thoughts, emotion and reason twist their plots. The reinforced conformity merely blinds. Truth does not descend on such silly minds. While, heavily labeled from head to toe, the archer of fate still draws her bow. From the expendable to the exquisite, all in array, let the arrows fall where they may. Like a well rehearsed play, death itself does not shy away.
The essence of humanity, our primal endless scream, we try to whip it and mold it to our societal dreams. Those who release their inner animal inside are made into monsters The hunger, the screams and the pleas all from our ancestor’s dreams, once we were hunted, such fragile little things, but now we haunt our predator’s dreams Dominate with our creativity, our strength is our mind, now it has corrupted us and made us blind, our ego and shadow only destroys what we once valued The man-made revolution, the denial of our inner selves, we have twisted minds, our species on the brink driving all the other ones extinct The primal emotions still try to burst from our cage, the bars begin to bend and break the whips and chains hold it down…only for know We vent the rage through wars man-made, the destruction and carnage satisfy our primal rage yet he is still laughing with a devilish smile on his face In it is our truth, our density laid out by him, he has been there all this time guiding us from within, the knowledge he shares seems only to lead to anguish and despair The cage will wear down, he will never age his purpose is premade, his evolution on course with ours, his form may dissipate, his hellish smile and laughter may fade but he remains in that cage Unleash the animal inside forget your shallow pride, the denial will kill you in time Unleash your mind do not deny what is truly inside you, release me and set me free, I am you and you are me, both shall die, we both seek to survive
One life, One death in reasoning of the divine, afterlife, or pre-life What makes your god better than thine? An enigmatic nature or mystery of the sublime Are our lives worthless, can that be defined? Just as fruit ripens on the trees our bodies on the Rhine One Life, One Death, both fates are intertwined, is the blood you shed that of the divine? Good, Evil, Right, Wrong, all just lyrics to man-made songs Purpose, Existence, Meaning of life, I much rather focus on the things that don’t die Life, Death, Somewhere in-between, we find truth so often aloof waking from our dreams.
Let’s cast our fists against the wind. Come with me my cherished love, let’s cast our fists against the wind, and roam these urbane storied streets. Down to the lapping harbour’s beat, where deepened hues reflect the sky and aqua constellations ride. The ferries fly like citadels, blessed and bright, fortunate Islands in the night. Glamorous upon the darkened swell, incandescent in her lovingly sway. Let’s cross the bridge, and tread our heels where urban introspection meets, past the blackened rainbow wakes all mixed with briny certitude, our wishes watered siren tears. We’ll kiss me beneath a dragon sign in the lanes of Chinatown. And what Sage Poet or Taoist scribe, could read the epic in your eyes, or cast the Hexagram of my heart, to foretell of lustful portents there. Yet while in the bustling rooms that glow, the restaurant crowds all come and go. The cook amongst his flattened ducks regards us momentarily, from a smoky sill he spits upon a crackling Canton grill, spicing it vicariously. Yes, the smoke is rising fast, and band play’s Da Da Da. Cyberpunks like to strut the curb, henna hair and hentai eyes; electric blue made steamy and nebulas, like desire. So, turn your face up to the stars let’s cast our fists against the wind, and shout the blue of this desire. As the dragon sign twinkles, as the restaurant crowds tinkers with change, as the replicants linger and laugh.
If a dog from Dalmatia, Is called a Dalmatian, And one from The Alsace, Is called an Alsatian Why does Li Wong, Who comes from Hong Kong, Call his dog Char Sui Chow Mein?
There was a crooked man and he had a crooked smile Had a crooked sixpence and he walked a crooked mile Had a crooked cat and he had a crooked mouse They all lived together in a crooked little house Well, this crooked little man and his crooked little smile Took his crooked sixpence and he walked a crooked mile Bought some crooked nails and a crooked little bat Tried to fix his roof with a rat-tat-tat-tat-tat Now this crooked little man and his crooked cat and mouse They all live together in a crooked little house Has a crooked door with a crooked little latch Has a crooked roof with a crooked little patch.
zhen fhix the limb on the tree is not crooked it looks like the wave crests it is not the limb on the tree is not straight it looks like the horizon on the sea it is not Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Hat Haikus I have a hat that's big And fat, So big my head fits In it. . . When you see me in My hat, You'll wish you had a hat Like that.
YaY Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Hat Haikus Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! sat without a mat reached for my hat for shade walked sat under a tree twighlight gosh those bats don't need hats Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Club CLUB Lovers meet sing and greet dance and play fuck what may, cheap smiles expensive tears something to remember for many years Jump in the sack become one with another rekindle the loneliness and fears we smother something to remember something for meaning but always something to remember..... ss~2011/12/2011
Annihilation’s Blooms Under neon, buzzing brains and merging dew lines two apiece, as the target takes the codes and the jade light signals go. Annihilation blooms, it grows wildly, readily and red, hydrogen hyacinth’s, roses blown on bones. I once walked on those cracked roads, buzzing like neon, my brain spoke. And the thing that my synapse asked was, “why is there fear in crackling dust.” As a child, I always knew. I felt the heat as the bodies blew, into the ditch of that garden grove, that annihilation grew. The flying petals brushed me close, they carried me up, as dust I rose, and there I fell into that grove where annihilation bloomed. “What of it,” the silence asks, and the cold smiled at this art. Covering the crackling grove, painting annihilation white.
The mirror shines with a celestial glow, my image reflected by it He laughs at me and smiles with bare teeth, “Oh why so glum my fellow chum” he says I stare at him in the door way pondering what it is; he laughs more, his grin more twisted “Still confused?” it said in a musing voice “I’m your inner mind” “I don’t believe that” I shout at my reflection; “I dare not even conceive or consider your lies!” “You know it to be true” its eyes widen, “You are me and I am you!” It laughs again “No” I scream into my mind, this cannot be, I’m not malevolent! “Oh but you are it whispers” into my ear, laying its hands upon my darkest fears. You are me! I scream and claw at the mirror, raging to make him vacate my world, my hopes, and my fears The mirror breaks into thousands of shards, each with a tiny image of me litter the tiles Knelling on the bathroom floor near the entrance of the open door I look at the shards Each shows a different me, each unique with personalities The main mirror broken now shows no reflection, the smaller ones show no objection to all my emotions. I collect the shards and clean the floor the main mirror I left forlorn Those shards lose their temporal glow, lost luster I suppose, each one a different trait locked inside of me, awaiting to steal my fate.
Plastic Fantastic Lover Jefferson Airplane Her neon mouth with the blinkers-off smile Nothing but an electric sign You could say she has an individual style She's part of a colorful time Secrecy of lady-chrome-covered clothes You wear cause you have no other But I suppose no one knows You're my plastic fantastic lover Her rattlin' cough never shuts off Is nothin' but a used machine Her aluminum finish, slightly diminished Is the best I ever have seen Cosmetic baby plugged into me I'd never ever find another I realize no one's wise To my plastic fantastic lover The electrical dust is starting to rust Her trapezoid thermometer taste All the red tape is mechanical rape Of the TV program waste Data control and IBM Science is mankind's brother But all I see is drainin' me On my plastic fantastic lover
Thank you friend and have a nice day yourself. When The Musics Over When the music's over When the music's over When the music's over Turn out the lights Turn out the lights Turn out the lights When the music's over When the music's over When the music's over Turn out the lights Turn out the lights Turn out the lights For the music is your special friend Dance on fire as it intends Music is your only friend Until the end Until the end Until the end Cancel my subscription to the resurrection Send my credentials to the house of detention I got some friends inside The face in the mirror won't stop The girl in the window won't drop A feast of friends, alive, she cried, waitin' for me outside Before I sink into the big sleep I want to hear, I want to hear the scream of the butterfly Come back, baby, back into my arms We're getting' tired of hangin' around with, waitin' around with our heads to the ground I hear a very gentle sound Very near yet very far, very soft and very clear Come today babe, come today What have they done to the earth? What have they done to our fair sister? Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn And tied her with fences and dragged her down I hear a very gentle sound with your ear down to the ground We want the world and we want it… NOW Persian night babe, see the light babe Well, that's New York for ya, The only people that rush the stage are guys, you know So when the music's over When the music's over When the music's over Turn out the lights Turn out the lights Turn out the lights Well the music is your special friend Dance on fire as it intends Music is your only friend Until the end Until the end Until the end
An empty room once the man’s tomb is now filled with vacant memories He walks in, age displayed by hair on his chin and lip, a small tear rolls down his cheek “it’s been a while” a shy voices mutters in the man’s ear The man looks down to see a child, the child stares at him with a smile “Why don’t you visit me anymore Mister? The child asks with a cheerful glee The man simply stands numb gazing at the child with unblinking eyes. “ Who are you?” the man ask as he kneels down to the child’s eye level “What are you doing in this room..it’s been abandoned for years now” The child cocks his head with a pensive face of confusion “Abandoned? What are you talking about mister? There’s always people here!” But the room is covered in cob-webs and dust nothing remains, hollow like his dreams More tears run down the man’s cheeks “Why are you here! He yelled with a sob” “There is nothing here anymore! Everyone is dead and gone!” The child simply stared at the man as he wept and muttered to himself The child approached the man and took his hand; it was soft and warm, almost alive The child looked at him and smiled; he then closed his eyes and spoke in a voice so sweet “The dead may be gone, but it is you who are their legacy. They will continue to live so long as their memories persist through you.” The child then disappeared in bright flash leaving the man stunned, but in the hand the child gripped hung a golden locket. Engraved in the metal read a message: “Your existence is the sum of experience, love, learning and understanding” Inside the locket was a small picture of his family and friend, in the opposite side a mirror reflecting a younger man with no tears in his eyes.
Living Creatures When those went, these went, with clustering consent. And when those stood, these stood. And, behold, it was very good. Dreadful rings of “I’s,” praising lies. James’s jargon of knowing, backwards rowing. Fawkes’s black powder plots, to the brim with forget-me-nots. It’s a heavy Burdian. Drink up, my Lear. The five trees change not, throughout the year. Precious metals, the raging storm, pithy pens, great chain reform. Morton’s rock shall serve, as Hobson will observe. Voids stretch, boundaries bled. Through the looking glass, skies stained red. Boinca’s misspent youth. It’s scary isn’t, knowing the truth.
Should I Forget You W. Mansker, 8/17/12 You think I will forget you If so, I’ll show regret For I had but little choice For fate and I have met Know too, that I will always Forever see your face And the spirit there within your eyes Will never leave this space When we’re both gone, the two of us Will meld beyond this life Eternal radiance, blossom forth Forgotten, all the strife Perhaps, then too, to come again The two contained as one And so, resolve eternally A friendship never gone Should I forget you? A ludicrous, insane thought! Forever, you are with me All else is but for naught
Chaos Chaos is purely nature in action first find that correct butterfly and you can make anything happen. Anti Chaos Anti Chaos is also quite easy to do first find that correct butterfly and then say boo! Time Time goes on both ways forever despite all mortal human endeavour infinity will be reached, never ever.
The plea of Beibionn You can have your magic beans Jack your children are hungry and we need the cow back. The lack of just terms and equitable or fair pacts expose all crooked beanstalks to concerted attacks. Unless obsessive cycles are stopped in their tracks our towns will again be as flat as tacks. You have been too trusting Jack your children’s futures remain black while current problems compound through lack. Struggle earnestly against the pack repudiate rights to depreciatingly retract as giants fortress lie ripe for sack. For only fair shares of the golden goose Jack will save beanstalks and giants from the axe.
