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aspiring knave that i was I too soon found a reason for divergencethough all her longing whispers followed my besieged soul the dance of similarity was spilling in from the rafters of ourconcealmentAn illusion it was not but how could its unspurned…
Floral leaf bent down hard from the wash of nicotine
highways upwards to a boiling crystal of light. It
smoothed over me like a bat lighting upon the mossy granite
next to a salamanders throne. King of the underworld, keeper
of the gates of delerium…
burning in an oracle relieved of caring. turning in a carole spunplain for yearning. 3.1417777777hit it. shit in it. shot up. twisted left along a plastic rain.needle of fortune flickered in epoxy - no diamonds near no rhyme onsoft leaves hyrdro car…
Hey Mr Z. Thanks for reading.
I don't know if you got the introduction -
kinda important on understanding the thing. Here it is again:
This next one is a
four part peice of poetic prose about a man going through a black
hole and entering another u…
ewwh sounds like me dealing with the world and all its craziness............i gave up on the world cos its too big to fix...................
interesting....this poetry sounds like mine when im high on sleep deprivation and cheap red wine..interesting you mention eel pie..isnt that pete townshends website.........he blew millions on heroin and booze and had problems with kiddie porn......…
Hey don't be so hard on yourself.
Just write some more of that wonderful stuff you write.
how sad and lonely........kinna like how i feel in this small town im in......my friends are busy with all sortsa stuff.....i am like the great eater..........imploded
the great eater of universes,munching on a conch shell of galaxieswas perceived in a nightmare by the littlest heart in the wholewho lived in a small village on a precipice so precariously perched over thevoid, nestled at the end of a sierra on a ti…
Sounds like you have the gist of it.
More specifically its about refusing to let go of something that is
causing you and others pain. The tendency to cling to these things is
based on ego self-justification. And Its not just the singular ego,
but e…
could be your sub-conscious mind makin a solid attempt at gettin the coscious mind to surface the darkness...probably related to growing up in an insane country of stress, pressure and demands from sick assholes on a sick planet. ......your poem kin…
I am a cloud hung above a dry islandelectricity is building as the heat scorches the landI cannot escape the crystal sandas the boiling sea fuels me I bloom like cancer and block out the sunHow long will this desert island stay dry?
It is a coffee stain on my kitchen counter that looked remarkable like a little bird
flying - can you see it or is it just me?
moments in the sierraskaleidoscope affairfrom across the dimensiafrom beneath the behemothwho was it that sent yahI got the rhythm pulseit came in drips and drabsfrom little things to big thick stabsin your hears you'll seehairs of a fleesomethings…
A poem
Mercury Burning
A red dot in a sun spot
A cigarette in a dark room
Ashes in the ether
Silver lines cross the silicon
electrons find an algorithm
fish in the river
At the heart of an atom
another enigma arises
sharks in the sea
So much weight in an ocean
Held up by a red ant
elephants of destiny arriving
Now everything reverses slowly
Then accelerates
the giver is taking it back again
back into the big bang
like a super nova imploding
the blood is sucked out of the heart
a castle perched on a precipice
the ballroom whispers of ghosts dancing
embers glow warmly on the hearth
A red dot in a sun spot
A cigarette in a dark room
Ashes in the ether
Silver lines cross the silicon
electrons find an algorithm
fish in the river
At the heart of an atom
another enigma arises
sharks in the sea
So much weight in an ocean
Held up by a red ant
elephants of destiny arriving
Now everything reverses slowly
Then accelerates
the giver is taking it back again
back into the big bang
like a super nova imploding
the blood is sucked out of the heart
a castle perched on a precipice
the ballroom whispers of ghosts dancing
embers glow warmly on the hearth
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E - L - E - C - T - R - O - Komicht - Orange (Part 5)
aspiring knave that i was I too soon found a reason for divergence
though all her longing whispers followed my besieged soul the
dance of similarity was spilling in from the rafters of our
concealment
An illusion it was not but how could its unspurned willingness
be but a weakness? Or a loneliness of lost wandering amongst
the wreckage of souls like seaweed that longed for a tidle pool
where a barnacle closed its eye on the moon
fingered the soil of some fertile… Continue
though all her longing whispers followed my besieged soul the
dance of similarity was spilling in from the rafters of our
concealment
An illusion it was not but how could its unspurned willingness
be but a weakness? Or a loneliness of lost wandering amongst
the wreckage of souls like seaweed that longed for a tidle pool
where a barnacle closed its eye on the moon
fingered the soil of some fertile… Continue
Posted on August 10, 2010 at 3:41pm —
E - L - E - C - T - R - O - Komicht - Entrance (Part 4)
Floral leaf bent down hard from the wash of nicotine
highways upwards to a boiling crystal of light. It
smoothed over me like a bat lighting upon the mossy granite
next to a salamanders throne. King of the underworld, keeper
of the gates of delerium and baptizer of Nebuchadnezzar's
tomb.
Sing a song of six pence a belly full of wine
slowly undress your fancy and lift the joy of lime
to that princess's forest a mist of salmon fronds
licks slowly… Continue
Posted on July 31, 2010 at 3:00am —
E - L - E - C - T - R - O - Komicht - Lucifer (Part 3)
burning in an oracle relieved of caring. turning in a carole spun
plain for yearning. 3.1417777777
hit it. shit in it. shot up. twisted left along a plastic rain.
needle of fortune flickered in epoxy - no diamonds near no rhyme on
soft leaves hyrdro carbon cyclic rhythm
39023902930293020093200993332.--098**!
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flash of napalm focused like sand melting in ultra marine violet a… Continue
plain for yearning. 3.1417777777
hit it. shit in it. shot up. twisted left along a plastic rain.
needle of fortune flickered in epoxy - no diamonds near no rhyme on
soft leaves hyrdro carbon cyclic rhythm
39023902930293020093200993332.--098**!
------------------------------1-------------------------------------
flash of napalm focused like sand melting in ultra marine violet a… Continue
Posted on July 23, 2010 at 6:21pm —
E - L - E - C - T - R - O - Komicht - California (Part 1)
2 = 5 - 3~ 7 - 5~ 13 - 11~ 19 - 17~ ...
4 = 7 - 3~ 11 - 7~ 17 - 13~ 23 - 19~ ...
6 = 11 - 5~ 13 - 7~ 17 - 11~ 19 - 13~ ...
8 = 11 - 3~ 13 - 5~ 19 - 11~ 31 - 23~ ...
10 = 13 - 3~ 17 - 7~ 23 - 13~ 29 - 19~ ...
GED
Like a Judas a shell of sapphire knight the black seed fell. It was no
foul rock it sought it had no center cyanide wrotten well. Cylindars
and oil of carcassed life. Smokened lakes of light. Small kindled
rain… Continue
Posted on July 21, 2010 at 4:30am — 1 Comment
Comment Wall (5 comments)
- At 1:34am on January 10, 2010,
Bobby Z said…
- REALLY GOOD STUFF I LIKE THE SCIENTIFIC SHIT FOR SURE. SOUNDS LIKE THE MOON POEM COULD USE QUITE MOODY STRINGS AND BASS SYNTH AND THEN LOUD SCREECHING WHALE CALLS, JUST KIDDING,POOR LONELY WHALES.THEY HAVE A HELL OF A HARD TIME
- At 8:03pm on December 31, 2009,
Signe Miranda said… - Hi John,
It's nice to hear from you. I'm doing well. I wish you the best in the new year. I'll say hi to Jamie for you, if I see him before you do.
Cheers,
Signe
- At 7:00pm on December 31, 2009,
Brian Allossery said… - Wicked comment! Thanks for that note- It's always 'God and Guns' with us humans that's for sure- and lots of other nationalities too for that matter
Apparently we spend about $2 Billion per day on making weapons- gee wow- what a waste that is-
- At 8:51pm on December 29, 2009,
Brian Allossery said…
- Lazy is good methinks- are we not ruinging the planet by being too industrious?
-Am writing a song with a lady from England right now so I guess that proves the website is a 'sound' idea'......
- At 1:13am on December 28, 2009,
Brian Allossery said…
- Nice work! Welcome to the Lazy Poets John!
Brian
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