A Poem Thread

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.
 
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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

:)
 
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 :) Hat Haikus :)

sat without a mat
reached for my hat for shade
walked
sat
under a tree
twighlight
gosh
those bats don't need hats :)
 
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
 
Anew said:
Sir Buddha12
Classic rock
stones breath.

great day to you
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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
 
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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.
 
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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.
 
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