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no fucking regrets. amen.

Beneath strata
decomposed granite trembled,
rattled northern hemisphere,
dead rock stars spoke of fate,
passed orange potions in old Pepsi bottles

sweet offerings to Shiva

mantras

gestures spoken kindly

we loved each other, yet

hated how we’re so meant to be.

Long distance calls from space stations


threehundredsixty degrees

smiles offered in foreign tongues;

 

gravitate.


Initiate.

Humanity.

just press enter --->(here)<---

words barely heard,
embossed Hollywood heavens


stars climbed down into California night
to sleep in languid mountains,
as lop-sided circles stunned irises.

 


Laughter-
(joy?)
ricocheted strangers' angles, in cues
forever the endless ends. Most angelic  

ninety-six thousand voices
pulse out-push up, tear down, build again,
bridges

 

to forgiveness.

 

 

One good reason to:
pray, weep, love, suffer, sacrifice.

 

 

 

 

Remember.
(to never forget)
to rise against

never lose your way

don't ever ever ever forget...



to walk on by.

 

 





Through lightless desert
speed..? slower than sound,
worthy

returned to ordinary life-my kids,

dinner-avoiding church

everyday coincidences

love-freedom-my complications

-myjoymywritingmydeath.

 

Reasons love comes with hope.

 

Reigns.

 

So let love in

now.

 

 

 

Deflated tires need not catch fire,
if I could help it.

 

It's such a beautiful day.

 

Sing it again, please?

 

in the end, potions failed,

as hills slanted to impossible.

 

Shake dust-laden foot
speed climbs higher, car points south

angels sleeping in my bed soundly.

...and somewhere out there,

the love of my life dreams

 

of me.

 

 

Dry wind battling momentum-

could swallow an ocean,

stardust savored-
already chewing sand.

 

But so what?

 

We're free

etched names in October faces

 

 

alive.

 

 

So, no fucking regrets.

 

 

 

Amen.

Author notes

U2 concert with Chez in Pasadena on Sunday.
It was amazing.




What is Wreckless? It's what we do instead of watching TV, or buying stuff, or getting wasted.
Sometimes it's Sunday afternoon and all you want to do is sit in your room and cry because your heart is broken, or your career isn't taking off, or you are just hot and grumpy and hate everyone.
Sometimes, instead, you go and drag your grumpy, hot friends off of the sofa, and get out that aerosol can of fake pantyhose you dumpstered, and cut out a stencil of your favorite animal, or that anchor tattoo you've always secretly wanted and give yourself fake birthmarks.
Wreckless.
Because it's cool to be happy. (Asia Wong)

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  • glenn shannon silver member
    November 4

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    brillaint in all areas loved it way much and gold wasnt good enough diamond i say bless you sweet lady xo


  • cloverbarbie1028
    November 3
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    Amazing!! I <3'ed it

  • hannahmae
    November 2

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    Great.

    Loved how it was in free verse. The tittle was creative. Great job!

  • Rowan gold member
    November 2

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    Somebody didn't like the title? lol. Oh pooh on them. winks
    I thought this piece was fantastic! Well done!

  • n.e.o.n gold member
    November 1

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    Man, I love your title! So blunt and just in your face. Now onto your poem, I loved it. The imagery was so dead on, made me feel like I was there. I loved the metaphors you used as well. I adored the ending also. Well done and thanks for sharing.


  • Cannonsfire
    October 30

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    See I have to do it, i tried but i have to do it!


  • Nom de Plume
    October 30

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    sounds like a fascinating concert, havent seen them live but would love to, know what I "fucking" mean ?


  • Rose Angel gold member
    October 29

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    You have taken that prompt Wreckless, and expressed yourself very well...Candidly you take us on your journey, and midst song themes we remember, make us never forget the trip. Another example of how your penning is getting more stunning all the time...Bravo! sis


  • Titus gold member
    October 29

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    I'm getting many upon many insights from this piece that to highlight one definately related would devalue the entire meaning. I saw much in sexuality in this piece, loved it. and to some songs which are hidden in this piece.


  • Nevel
    October 29

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    I like the seemingly contradictions embedded into your poem...a daring way to write this, but very alive. The chaotic stanzas reflect life I think, raw and boundless...you have put many thoughts into it, on a stilistic way. I think it's wonderful done. You have many great lines here, like "angel sleeping in my bed, soundly"...."as hills slanted to impossible" ...."stardust savored- already chewing sand"...your tone is very distinguished here lol. Maybe some Irish fire Good luck to you
    Erwin


  • Cup-a-Joe
    October 29

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    Jin,

    The memories you made are worth more than gold.
    The imagery makes me right there with you girls.
    Great work .

    Joe


  • Reptile Lady gold member
    October 29

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    Jin ... girl you spoke it
    But this
    Remember.
    (to never forget)
    to rise against

    never lose your way

    don't ever ever ever forget.


    It talks to me, it says me,. it lives in my back pocket and you sure read well
    the inner thoughts and wisdom.

    Such a powerful write and you sure write with a golden inked pen

    beautiful sis

    best wishes and love to you

    Julie x

  • James Holdaway
    October 29

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    enjoyed vreading this one.

    Someday this could be a classic like 'the Rime of the Ancient Mariner' or 'The Ruines of Time'. Keep it up Jin.


  • ms.azrael
    October 29

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    this is an awsum peice.... great metaphors.
    i totally agree:
    we're alive.
    no fucking regrets.
    fantastic ending!!
    the title makes it even better!


  • Red Rocket
    October 29
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    Thought this was raw, really enjoyed this.


  • Vhoori
    October 29

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    I think the title is awesome, personally. Hey, it helps people express theirselves, right? And speaking of swearing, if you get an anchor tattoo, doesn't that mean you have the right to cuss like a sailor? XD Good luck in the contest!


    Vhoori


    • JinSays gold member
      October 29
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      yeah. too bad people who leave stupid comments dont get that. besides, its my poem, I can call it whatever the fuck I want to, right? thanks love.
      jin

  • poems titled with swears are weak


    • JinSays gold member
      October 29
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      but other than that, how'd you like the poem?...ahhh I bet you didnt even read it.
      I think people who have hang ups over something trivial as a fucking word are weak.Thanks for wasting my points on your stupid, sanctimonious comment.


  • icarus-ryan
    October 29

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    INSPIRATIONAL

    Bloody amazing, i love this piece its genius, sightly disjointed but still flawlessly fitting. I love the imagery, the descriptive words you used, and a beautiful message at the end. It's almost too much to take in in one read, i'll be going over this several times, if not printing it out if you don't mind

  • no-idea
    October 29

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    Damn Straight
     

    we were alive.

    and no fucking regrets.

     
     
    Nothing left to say except brilliant write.
    &
    U2 rocks 'cause they're Aussie's.
    I'm Australian (Aussie) too


  • albymyheart gold member
    October 29
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    I liked your metaphores steeped in nature...Alby


  • longte
    October 29

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    Through lightless desert
    speed..? slower than sound,
    worthy

    return again to
    my life-my kids-everyday coincidences

    -love-myfreedom-my complications

    -myjoymywritingmydeath.




    A reason love comes with hope.

    Reigns.





    So let love in.

    Amen.

    Deflated tires need not catch fire,
    if I could help it.



    It's a beautiful day.


    Powerful yet poignant
    Admitting responsibility
    but devil take the hindmost


  • Wickedruby1 gold member
    October 28

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    Very Good

    This poem is for the young, and so full of emotion and you were so full of yor self, a self high, I guess. some female friends and I went to concerts, country of course , for years. Even at our age we acted like a fool and had wonderful times going back stage, I stilll have autograped pictures and a gold record from Vince Gill.


    • JinSays gold member
      October 29
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      Im 39 years old and my friend from Australia is ten years older. We had astronauts talking to us.
      There were grandma's there in spandex and grandpas rocking out with their grand kids in pink and purple hair. it was more than that though-it was a chance to remember why I have loved their music on and off for the last twenty years. The people sitting around us became our best friends forever, and we watched Desmond Tutu on the 20 foot video screen telling me personally that he believed that somewhere down the line-we'll capture the path to humanity again. Stranger things have happened
      Besides, I think Vince Gill was there. Most of Hollywood was.
      and it was amazing. thanks for the comment.
      love,
      jin


  • Naridill
    October 28

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    Oblong - I don't think I can recall ever reading that in a poem memorial enough to remember but with such a 'strange' word I think you pulled it off poetically, especially with the prior.

    Anyway - this piece is assertive, it feels alive as the passionate words run through it. And to be honest, as of lately, I have ignored the living side of life and this piece is just the wake up call, said poetically and directly. Intense yet flows wickedly.

    I have to admit, the title sucked me in, I love it - for strange reasons but it's kind of ironic in itself.

    • JinSays gold member
      October 29
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      it was an ironic experience to say the least. thanks for the comment.
      jin


  • Arron008
    October 28

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    My angels sleep soundly.
    ...and somewhere out there, my love dreams of me

    I love theses lines they speak of the future of love and laughter and maybe just maybe even haply ever after. But then again I am a hapless romantic sap.... Great write and lots of luck and well wishes to you and your lady


  • poetryality silver member
    October 28

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    Life is for the living and anyone who can't get to that needs to find a quiet corner, curl up in the fetal position, and simply, fucking DIE!
    ,
    I feel this poem with all the emotions you spilled into it! I know you and Chez went to the U2 concert at the Rose Bowl together and had the time of your life. Good for both of you. Good for living, and laughing and LOVE! Wonderful images and sensations written in this wondrous poem! I wish you well in this contest love. I hope that some time in this life I can hang out with you two (U2) ladies.


    Always with Love ♥

    Renee


    • JinSays gold member
      October 28
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      I think its safe to speak for the both of us when I say I would love nothing better Renee. I can picture us ladies together-laughing and weeping and just being women. thank you for the lovely and sweet comment. love you always.
      jin


  • Cannonsfire
    October 28
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    Ah Jin, the magic that was Pasadena and I know I was supposed to wait but I couldn't!! I love this, the spontaneity, the love and all the joy just resonate in this...High, higher than the sun,you shoot me from a gun, I need you to elevate me here, the corner of your lips is the orbit of your hips, equips to elevate my mind.. Love you, miss you and don't want to be here,want to be there...say...they ARE playing Angel Stadium in June


    • JinSays gold member
      October 28

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      I think this poem will probably expand into something bigger-there's so much I have to cover. it's okay, Im glad you looked, I knew you'd get it-even if nobody else would.
      love you back, and the kids already miss you.

      even Andy said he missed you already, you were new and fresh blood...lol


      • Cannonsfire
        October 29
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        Now you're making me weepy all over again but...we found a way to download the concert onto a dvd so U2 can stream into our lounge rooms any time we want and we will know we were there We will send you your own personal one to have and watch and remember...just like the titans...we will always remember


  • Pure Thought silver member
    October 28

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    Regrets? they are for other people.
    I like the concise flavor of this one.


  • whitecoffee
    October 28

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    Hell Yeah. Sorry, no suggestions, just claps. Love it all


  • ears2hearyou gold member
    October 28

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    I loved it....I"m sicker than hell with the swine flu right now.....
    fevering even...but I loved it....

    it had a quality to it...that was raw and real
    and I so agree....no fucking regrets....

    some lessons in life and mistakes are
    just meant to help us grow...painful
    as they may be....and it's been helluva week.

    and maybe just maybe
    so we don't take ourselves so seriously.
    ears/Seattle
    cough-cough
    Loved your poem!

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