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[Aug. 3rd, 2004|11:15 am] |
" d dn't know anyth ng anymore, d dn't care, and t d dn't matter, and suddenly felt really free."
- Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums |
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| The F replace of Dy ng Flames |
[Aug. 2nd, 2004|11:36 am] |
Broken words h de the ashes
A gaseous form
d ssolved
A solut on by compos t on
but not n mean ng
Prec p tat ng weaknesses
The bleakness n her soul
Effect ve game mames much
and blames
the sord d stench of scented song
along the path that never ends
The ra lroad t es extend
The feel ngs reel ng n her face
A fall from grace
A place unknown
The own, the one
The loaded gunshot resonates
s t too late? Escape the fate
and meld nto the darkness
Wh spers truthful harkened words
beyond the f replace
of dy ng flames
n mag c castle walls
of stone
t calls her name aga n
The ra lroad t es extend
Cl mact c capt ve counterparts
The heart l es broken
Po son dart embedded
headed
nowhere fast, ent c ng
m ce that follow
Swallowed whole n mouths of
hallow words heard da ly
Learned that fa lure’s not an opt on
Watch the madness from ns de
t gu des
the weary m nd control d sease
nto a place
where only th eves and l ars
dare descend
The ra lroad t es extend
The fert le garden
guarded by the hard decept ve
tact cs
Back to front
t haunts and wants
and yearns for noth ng else to be the same
t turns nsane
The pa n stomach churns s ckness
th ck and puls ng
revolt ng
t left ts home n tears
The years wear th n
and once aga n we hear the trend
of dev ls
play ng tr cks on men
And then
And then aga n
The ra lroad t es extend
t’s hopeless and remote
the poss b l t es of go ng back and
start ng over
She hovers for a moment
and cons ders what she’s done
and comes to the conclus on
that confus on and apocalypse
of sorts depr ves the heart
of l feblood by the quart
t wr thes ns de her head
Eats holes n her bed
Breaks down the fabr c that she sa d
would save the trag c scenery
The greenery that hung on
meaner cl ffs than
she would ever see
W th glee
she tr es to comprehend
The ra lroad t es extend
Pure release and ecstasy
that comes w th see ng freedom
for the f rst t me
walks a l ne of comprom se
under the gu se of obl gat on
Wasted on the fut le
and apparent lack
of mean ng from between the
glean ng of affl ct on
and the d ct on that she worked
t’s f ct on at ts worst
She cursed the sky
began to cry
and sm led wh le she d d so
For she knew that n the end
The ra lroad t es extend
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06-27-04 12:42AM |
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[Jul. 13th, 2004|04:45 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Hall and Oates - Private Eyes | ] |
Ode to a Red Th ng
You are so br ght over there
on the th ng you're on that sn't
br ght at all because t's wood.
Are you wood?
Would you be wood? No you
are plast c.
Fantast c.
Full of napk ns. The End.
6/27/04 @ 1:14AM
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[Mar. 31st, 2004|11:15 am] |
| [ | music |
| | Ah Cama-Sotz - Zostrah (Iszoloscope Rmx) | ] |
Myr wds aore lso t n a cpeolmx dr to sotn bteewn weaht tgohuht ws arael ad nwaht
lnraeed t ob teure. Ecah dy aspl s a lt lte mroe, guadrllay cnhp pgw aay th ecformot
fo asbtale em vneornnt adn recalpn g twt h na ufm an lar, uclanltonorlbe,
bclomrhepnns ee ngmhar te. santd slne t n btoh aw eadn db sle efa ta wht's
bfoerem e.
t dsone't mke assnee.
N hnotg mkase snsee.
stc ko ut ym tnguoe t totsae th ae r. M ys kn seposexd, otmeuvst erlad byhte
ptaernts ad ncloors. shdedur asth elgh t dnecas aroscs m ynkead bdoy. Tehre s n
osnuod. Wereh hvaem y fe dnrs gnoe?Y
m gdo ' ve gnoe mad.
Howd d t hs hppean? T sh s nt ome. Weh?n awyals toguhht wsa n ctoronl. Nwo
've lsot m yg rp no ee vyrhtng cdnuln g ym onwb en g, an dmy a tl by tos vr vue.
se eolny moevntems an dsawodhs. p ary fro snoud sa clopsae tnoa tb nmelrg
blalo f faer. lokc suhtm y eeys.
An dtehn sraecm.
Th es rlhl cphaocnay rlaseed frm o s dne em ena tmes na nowaurtd sherpe el nvnepog
eth vernyg n ts ptah.A dna s td eos, tr esoantes lalt he t nghs wa stoo b nld
ot ese. Ojetcbs srtat t obemcoe celar ag an. Tehy fdeebcak te hr ow nsnuods. Th
eshg t s daefne ngly bf auetul. cnot nue. Frm oteh hzae, my fr neds emrege.
cna alsomt raech tehm. My scaemr ng bnr gs them clseor, un tl f anlly eahc of tehm
seesm e, and hmus th er onw tnue t o remn d me thye're theer.
Thrgouh aural choas hvae defeated maddness and recla med my ab lty tos ee. Though
bnl d n the eyes o fmnay, see oh som uch, and tohse around m eunderstand. |
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| alphabetti spaghetti |
[Jul. 23rd, 2003|12:15 am] |
And between curta n dowls eyes fl cker
glow ng hot nsect ju ce kettle left melt ng
near or pours qu te r ght so tomorrow
unt l ve ls wake xenophob c yarrow zones.
A bee sees dee. 'E's eff' ng G's. H!
, Jay (k?) 'ell 'em N-O pee!
Queues are "S".
Tea you VW.
Ex-Wise Zee?
Hate Ha ku
You Dumb DMV
Where s my st cker you turd
t sure a n't here yo
Shoulda gone to bed Ha ku #47
You dumb whatever
Where s your p llow you turd
t sure a n't here yo
Doesn't F t the Meter Ha ku v0.9
You dumb poem
Where's the syllables?
They sure don't seem to be around here any place.
Breakfast Lunch D nner
Breakfast lunch
Where's my dinner?
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Poem #5
t's sure a n't here yo!
Broken T cket
12 dollars???
12 dollars?!
Are you nuts or someth ng?
8.75 say!
12 dollars?!?!
D d you even ask??
Where's the mach ne?
12 dollars??
Surely you mean 8.75.
No, th s seat's not taken.
12 dollars??!?
12 dollars??!!
12 dollars!!?
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