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When I am king, you will be first against the wall...
Standing still at a red light
Still standing gazing up, peering down
Kamikaze shards leap from the descending bleak
and shatter like dreams on the slick asphalt
A cramp precariously shivers his way
Into my den of thoughts. - Both a spitting image
of Roman tragedy.
So I begin :
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By the way,
the rolling grey clouds outside, and the oppressing helpless winds
are much more of an instigating notion of home, than the
manufactured birth - consume - and golf-till-you-die
italian couches and fashionable spirituality. The
earth, the air, the fire, the water, return -
return - return - return. Replace the
republic.
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I grew into, an inclining wonder that nothing was what it seems people aren't what they seem And I was stricken with a poetic responsibility to grow pretentious and slightly insane, a bit more unique. And average and boring, and ordinarily not accepting ordinary as a possibly outcome in my realer than rain life. And I burn the boredom in my poetically rhetoric rambles and rails hypocritically declaring my boredom under the bunny-lights on the black-dirt stage in a bitterly relaxed tense shun away the humorless real accepting and whispering so in the slightest most natural way. But the silver sweets rolling down my cheeks are repercussions of the shun shun shun. So am I am partaking and missing the fun fun fun.
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Mother Culture shut your mouth and cease the chatter drowning me out.
Incessant babble is hard to overcome when the only nature I revel in is already quite dead. If I cannot lie to myself enough, or fulfill the righteous path of the guilty man and take a dive, then I sit in limbo, one foot half on the edge, the other encased in faux quicksand curling between my toes and running up into my brain.
Constrict the moment I grow some balls and become the man Plath was.
Smother the breath of my persons' broken hourglass sigh.
Strangle me please.
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POETS THAT I AM IN AWE OF -
jaunty pill
Son of the Moon
Beri
Novae
AutomaticPilate
EmeraldCity
When I am king, you will be first against the wall...
Standing still at a red light
Still standing gazing up, peering down
Kamikaze shards leap from the descending bleak
and shatter like dreams on the slick asphalt
A cramp precariously shivers his way
Into my den of thoughts. - Both a spitting image
of Roman tragedy.
So I begin :
~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^
By the way,
the rolling grey clouds outside, and the oppressing helpless winds
are much more of an instigating notion of home, than the
manufactured birth - consume - and golf-till-you-die
italian couches and fashionable spirituality. The
earth, the air, the fire, the water, return -
return - return - return. Replace the
republic.
~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^
I grew into, an inclining wonder that nothing was what it seems people aren't what they seem And I was stricken with a poetic responsibility to grow pretentious and slightly insane, a bit more unique. And average and boring, and ordinarily not accepting ordinary as a possibly outcome in my realer than rain life. And I burn the boredom in my poetically rhetoric rambles and rails hypocritically declaring my boredom under the bunny-lights on the black-dirt stage in a bitterly relaxed tense shun away the humorless real accepting and whispering so in the slightest most natural way. But the silver sweets rolling down my cheeks are repercussions of the shun shun shun. So am I am partaking and missing the fun fun fun.
~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~
Mother Culture shut your mouth and cease the chatter drowning me out.
Incessant babble is hard to overcome when the only nature I revel in is already quite dead. If I cannot lie to myself enough, or fulfill the righteous path of the guilty man and take a dive, then I sit in limbo, one foot half on the edge, the other encased in faux quicksand curling between my toes and running up into my brain.
Constrict the moment I grow some balls and become the man Plath was.
Smother the breath of my persons' broken hourglass sigh.
Strangle me please.
~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~
POETS THAT I AM IN AWE OF -
jaunty pill
Son of the Moon
Beri
Novae
AutomaticPilate
EmeraldCity
- Last seen on Jun 11 11:51 AM 2007. Member since July 28, 2004.
- I'm a obsidian idea poet for 676 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "We hope that you choke...".
- I am a 89 year old guy (USA)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a student dreaming of acting.
- I have 676 comments, 2 contests, 27 poems
My Poetry
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Like limbo, my toes curl in apprehension
'cuz it looks so deep and so cold and30 lines, 8 comments, July 18, 2005. In Contemporary -
My smile grows larger as the real world narrows and becomes the canvas I accent with cheese and sex.
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Momentary and painlessly brief clips broadcast -
34 lines, 16 comments, February 26, 2005. In Contemporary
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jaunty pill on April 28, 2006
Hello. Recently I have decided to hold a
contest as an " Invite only ". I have been reading
your poems for quite awhile , As you well know ,
And thought this would be a good way of getting to
know you better as a writer and become familiar with
your work again. I would very much appreciate an entry.
It will aid in the hope to extend my commenting
on other writers , Such as yourself.
allpoetry.com/contest/1932350
Thanks for your time .
James
P.S. If you would not like your name
included on the contest list , Please IM me
and I'll remove it. I don't want to offend
anyone by this contest or make anyone
uncomfortable.
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Christopher Sicard on January 26, 2005I always mispell believe. Thank you for the grammer correction. It's a shame though that you didn't comment on the piece. Well thank you nonetheless. Kudos, Chris
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Lune Feu on August 25, 2004Ahah! So you are this RJ Mehron keeps writing about! I'm glad I finally found you, and am off to read your works!
Let's see.. Mehron joined because I got him addicted, which made Kyle join which made you join... ::rambles on and on::
Oh... And I'm Kyle's delusional and psychotic cousin ^^;; Nice to meet you
