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Post by goddessautrada on Sept 28, 2006 5:01:52 GMT -5
FLASH
brief lighting across the sky
in flickering patterns of jagged eye
crescendo of rumble with uncertain place
heart beats steady and calm embrace
of self to self and mind within heart
allowing no room for impatient false start
a whisper and a question hanging in the air
clarity's simplicity specifying exactly what is where
living inside the range of nature's evolving law
taking understanding unto method .... craving whole truth raw
......haikuser 2.....
Ocean[u/]
blue green waves roll by
octopus unfurls its arm
clear sky meets its eye
Cool
steam rises off the street
water rolls across my feet
summer sun complete
Angry
face turning pink red
my mind starting not to think
fists balled up jaw set
Bad Attitude Dad (no reference to my dad)
dont mess... dont play... NO!
my UPS and downs hit my life hard
i am good2go
Song for a Real Friend
what is this question
where do i go to find you
how can i sit by while your addiction binds you
is there an answer
am i the question when i suggest you stop
where is any answer once its done
can i just watch you drop
i see the problem frustration seeks solution... its not my decision
i smell the problem inside a cloud you hide it...its not my decision
i feel the problem since listening only goes so far... not my decision... not my decision
i face the world boldly and its our head on collision
youve got your issues
our friendship has it weak points
we are just reflections and yet this life we battle binds us up
i will make an answer... i will be the one to say lets stop
heres my solution... i will bring the blitzkrieg and the bop
because its only just a problem... and not the end of the world
there... now this is my decision.... my own personal flag unfurled
i have seen such problems... the end leads back to the beginning
my life is my life and your life is your decision
this world is our collision or we could call it collusion
i for one am not living a delusion
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Post by radicas shadow on Sept 28, 2006 23:02:04 GMT -5
mimsy were the borrow groves....
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Post by me on Sept 28, 2006 23:10:03 GMT -5
this is called Veritable Feast.... Enjoy
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Post by rotter on Sept 29, 2006 4:19:33 GMT -5
Thats beautiful....thanks for sharing:)
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Post by FFFisDead on Sept 29, 2006 22:43:17 GMT -5
tear a clutch from speech. hold tightly the reach until arms suffer at the charms of tongue.
stretch and catch the repeat, repeat stretch and catch the repeat. subtlty
is a neat throat silky with the sweet shouting of an orderly tranquility. neat
rooms, wormful looms where workers meet to agree to disrobe. where else and
the whyfore pattern? i tell of yours, you
tell of mine. i don't mind the history. i
don't mind the tail of the fairy i've bent reading
on your skin. where to begin? my neck craning, my
heart straining, my patience remaining thin
as i twist you over and begin
to ask your name of itself:
"when"?
it's a bathhouse with walls made Of frozen pianos.
it's a shiver like a fire
tossed into a river.
it's a mirror running back to silver
it's a lover
in the treetops
underground
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Post by rotter on Sept 30, 2006 10:33:35 GMT -5
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Post by k on Sept 30, 2006 17:54:11 GMT -5
our betty is happy it seems and thus my smile but it is not for me that betty waits or delivers i am just somebetty but she is goddess to all mondays are good ... as are sundays really mostly life comes by the hour measured in 3's but seemingly never in days... i will be showing my art in a public citywide exhibition oct.6th 7th and 8th so for now my focus is clearly on my growth as a messenger of surreal choices with color and light to open symbollic nights to the day of others routine presence... visions are the stuff that life is built with and mine clear waste as you might guess i listen and understand lots but only find some of what i know and see to be of true measure and value within my own ability to grow glad to see that people and their hearts are strong fff is a concept and the man behind the mask is a man hello nate and john...
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Post by etaN on Oct 1, 2006 1:29:55 GMT -5
hello k
strong? yeah, i dunno. creativity seems at an all time high though. an email is due perhaps to elaborate in a proper venue, but for now i'll share some of my more maze worthy material... if that suits you.
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Post by etaN on Oct 1, 2006 1:37:08 GMT -5
what does it matter? what does it solve, dissolve?
"experience" understands the pressures of "presence"; sick flower fades, movement seperates from meditation. solitary:
the resonant visit of seperation, dissection's metaphor for "past". the assurances align the construction of variability. i could hear
the thumping of the journey, the nightly rudimentary advancement of blame, the agitation of those not self-amused
the intricate crocus of their playless mechanics made fugitive in the rhythms of loyalty:
it prefers stone, this
peace.
it prefers the pleasing juice of the principle petal to be loosed upon the wall rubbed round,
the raw
thick curve of sound as the hissing sun
comes 'round
to upset the garden
and make it grow...
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phoenatix and rottessence
Guest
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Post by phoenatix and rottessence on Oct 1, 2006 12:30:21 GMT -5
hello k strong? yeah, i dunno. creativity seems at an all time high though. an email is due perhaps to elaborate in a proper venue, but for now i'll share some of my more maze worthy material... if that suits you. the maze is why we are here... it nourishes us and hosts the complicated values of our regular process which leads us from the full self as universal light to the contained soul of regimented series of choice to continue the release of the seed that would be our fruits.... the maze is in fact the dignity of time played out as the ordering of space... it is of our own making and not something handed to us by someone elses designs... we choose you are welcome to accompany my expressions and punctuate at will but i assure you that the fluid fire and alchemy of elements is bigger than us both and commands me to be attentive to its truth first and foremost... hence my limited success where egotistical pursuits are concerned... something greater moves me i say enjoy and express and make self knowing the embrace of a beautiful future as oppossed to some other kind of goal attached to measuring the self by others standards... raw it is but it is in no way lacking or scarce for the heart and mind ready to accept nature in her own full majestic scope and range of value absolute essence is not to be questioned save for wasted expense
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Post by etaN on Oct 4, 2006 16:36:05 GMT -5
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Post by k on Oct 5, 2006 17:56:26 GMT -5
thx man... thinkin about seein yerba buena tonight can you be here in an hour??
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Post by etaN on Oct 6, 2006 18:51:45 GMT -5
may i use the room you've
unknown?
tactical light. town is distance smashed by a surgeon on a voyage. distance
is a town without a suture, all of the frowns flow out and around, the
smiles. miles, you see. these are more like peripheries, unusually centered like circumference
based on a stretch of empty arms. i bit through the glass i was spying through. i knew
of a skull standing like the belly of a spider, the rider of a ceiling above a well-made bed.
the illness of room is a change not emerging. the room of illness is lingual eyes
mispronouncing muted colors.
there is a purple organ like a blossoming aiming for a coppery light. there Is a coin in the heart
that pays its way.
there is a pastoral haze scalpeled from a maze.
there is life.
wondering what kind of roof i've made. would
make, could make.
should.
cups of water, the boards of the porch are
dead. i am
not
so
still
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Post by k on Oct 6, 2006 19:32:01 GMT -5
you are as you make the soul
of wit within the bed lies spate
in circles the ceiling spins not knowing
not caring or telling difference readily admit
image imagined life put forward one day at a time
too many options of arms simply outstretched
living as learning moving as studio and life knowing as yearning
seldom does expectation start when one is fulfilled
only when one imagines more than life is willed
i have no such problem my ongoing vision is not by design but rather by beauty that flows out of my mind
today my art showed to hundreds and my value is fully in bloom
i have no need for guessing of unknown and dust filled rooms
walk and talk and live as we like its not like i
worry or thrill at others and their frail plight
i have always wished each of you well and no its even easier to tell whom ever to just go to hell
if that is what you like
its not up to me to do other than my best
simply put
k
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Post by etaN on Oct 6, 2006 20:30:32 GMT -5
walk and talk and live as we like its not like i worry or thrill at others and their frail plight i have always wished each of you well and no its even easier to tell whom ever to just go to hell if that is what you like its not up to me to do other than my best Ha! are you actually mocking me? i admire the night as it rubs against the animal. i remind the animal to fight.
putting in a major bid for their time. chopping
the notes into rhyme, waiting on places to become faces to mind, a mind
i describe to deny
everything.
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