raiSINgirl420
02-16-2003, 06:10 AM
choking you with my work, i have a lot to share. you know you are also welcome to rip it to pieces, constructive crit is the best.
anyways, a couple smaller pieces:
daybreak and night falls.
“music of spheres,”
the songs of jupiter
plagued the ears;
wet with drone,
but a beautiful
tone, until
the men with blades
came.
the men with spirit
scrawled things out
before the sword cut,
before the blood was shed,
before the light was dimmed
and they were dead.
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dizzy.
pulling esoterica out of a hat
like a manx cat,
so sly yet personable.
buzzing through life
without a care in this world,
watching the angels in flight
through my prism windows
under frilly pink dresses,
runnin' atop ladies' tresses.
they’re out of reach
and i like it that way.
sitting here
on the moon’s edge
dangling my feet,
throwing stones
at backpackers
attempting to get their attention.
the silence
gets to be too loud
and i scream
only to hear it echo
across the plain of stars.
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full moon crazies.
my eyes scan spatial horizons,
that tear in the skyline,
that moon
that deals out beams
that meet my face
through catalogued clouds.
i draw in the air,
those hidden transmitters
that monitor me
from the inside,
a spectrum of emotion
with no map.
from beginning to no end
i wonder around the bend of this.
'round and 'round again,
through the fen of it.
and i’m back
to where the moon
kisses my face,
the beginning of the race,
where the close opens
into endless space.
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stew.
i want to throw them in a pot,
every last one of these devious boys,
mix them up with the onions and garlic
sick of the watered down truths that spill out their mouths.
throw in the peas and carrots, beans and rice
stir slowly
and let them simmer for hours (just like i have.)
melt away fiction
so they spit out fact in tender alphabet letters,
spelling it all out to enlighten me.
boil them down to the bone
so i can sit alone
and spoon the gratification
of having my meat and potatoes
minus the falsification.
anyways, a couple smaller pieces:
daybreak and night falls.
“music of spheres,”
the songs of jupiter
plagued the ears;
wet with drone,
but a beautiful
tone, until
the men with blades
came.
the men with spirit
scrawled things out
before the sword cut,
before the blood was shed,
before the light was dimmed
and they were dead.
----------------------------------------
dizzy.
pulling esoterica out of a hat
like a manx cat,
so sly yet personable.
buzzing through life
without a care in this world,
watching the angels in flight
through my prism windows
under frilly pink dresses,
runnin' atop ladies' tresses.
they’re out of reach
and i like it that way.
sitting here
on the moon’s edge
dangling my feet,
throwing stones
at backpackers
attempting to get their attention.
the silence
gets to be too loud
and i scream
only to hear it echo
across the plain of stars.
-------------------------------------------------
full moon crazies.
my eyes scan spatial horizons,
that tear in the skyline,
that moon
that deals out beams
that meet my face
through catalogued clouds.
i draw in the air,
those hidden transmitters
that monitor me
from the inside,
a spectrum of emotion
with no map.
from beginning to no end
i wonder around the bend of this.
'round and 'round again,
through the fen of it.
and i’m back
to where the moon
kisses my face,
the beginning of the race,
where the close opens
into endless space.
---------------------------------------------
stew.
i want to throw them in a pot,
every last one of these devious boys,
mix them up with the onions and garlic
sick of the watered down truths that spill out their mouths.
throw in the peas and carrots, beans and rice
stir slowly
and let them simmer for hours (just like i have.)
melt away fiction
so they spit out fact in tender alphabet letters,
spelling it all out to enlighten me.
boil them down to the bone
so i can sit alone
and spoon the gratification
of having my meat and potatoes
minus the falsification.