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    *

    He fell all on his own
    at the backs of the busy crowd.
    He had his own kingdom made and he
    fashioned his own throne.
    "Do you believe there is a God?"
    Not if everyone dies alone.
    It's better to burn out than fade away.

    Is there a final stop, a
    resting place set aside for those
    who leave the path, who drop the chase?
    Or is it more cold waiting in the wings,
    more empty rooms just filled with things.
    It's better to burn out than fade away.

    Burnt incense on the air,
    like a soul shaking in the breeze.
    Alone and abandoned and avoiding
    all the expectant stares.
    What became of youthful joys,
    all the girls and all the boys now
    leave them in the dirt like
    Old, forgotten toys.
    It's better to burn out than fade away.

    Rusted hinges groan out loud
    To startle the rats in the busy crowd.
    Cracked eggshells, drying blood-tears makes
    a farce of mundane fears.
    Hope, too is cast aside now; a worn out shoe.
    My bride is dressed up all in blue.
    It's better to burn out than fade away.

    I'd inscribe the words on my soul
    If I could but nobody says all the things
    they should.
    So I'll postpone the message, not yet sent,
    Of trust and love and black lament.
    It's just if you had asked you'd know, that
    though we all one day get to go...
    Not one of us burns out and noone ever fades away.


    Yeah. That's what I'd say.
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    Another old one, this particular "poem" penned during a frenzied weekend of gambling, excessive alcohol consumption and general all-round behaviour which is not conducive to growing old. I remember an especially vile hang-over but I have some perspective on hang-overs. They are like the bill you recieve after the meal. The awkwardness after sex. The eye of the storm and the ghost in reflections. I always write when I'm hungover. Hemingway wrote while he was drunk but this just goes to show how boring he was.

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    Welcome gentle shepherds and opulent
    old Kings, welcome to our generation, this
    time of new-born thoughts and time of
    new-born things. Welcome ones that came
    before, pioneers of the Past. Welcome all the new
    ones too, the first one to the last. To
    dance and drown in the lakes of your birth.
    To pull those links and roots that bind you still -
    to watch the children all grow old and
    burn to bathe the dirty earth.

    Welcome to the chrysalis of the soul,
    hardening shell and soft, chewy centre.
    Welcome the re-definition of roles, the
    gates of fashionable seasons that we do
    our best to quietly enter.
    Welcome the Monsters &
    Martyrs – the fervently concluded.
    Welcome, grim followers of truth
    Welcome O' contented and deluded.
    Shed your skins in the moon’s blue rays
    and dance in the waters of your birth.
    Those links and roots that bind us
    Until we remember to forget the Earth.


    *

    Not that I'm comparing myself to Hemingway. ~cough~
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    It's about time.


    Allow for this sun to remain uncontested.
    Forgive the ocean that
    Douses the flame.
    Permit the night-time access
    To nothing and
    Follow the footpath
    that unlocks the future.

    This kingdom of nowhere, this empire of now.

    Eternity's harvest is midnight, black wine.
    Let's all drink 'til never and it's about time.

    Follow the footpath that
    takes us from nowhere.
    Show us the heavens
    which cradle the sun.
    Allow your son to remain uncontested.

    This empire of nowhere, this kingdom of now.

    Hope that tomorrow names all her children,
    Pray that her children still worship the future.
    Escape the Mother and escape the Word.
    Give wings to queries for
    escaping answers.
    Give answers time and then they'll understand.
    I will avenge you, senpai!

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    Try living in a yesterday or tomorrow and you’ll find that you cannot,
    Though I see sometimes those people who seem to have forgot,
    That a yesterday is just a now that went and became a when,
    Never will those whens be times and time again.
    And tomorrow is naught but a now that someday just might be,
    A now that if we’re fortunate you and I might see.
    I have given pleasure to the world because I have such a beautiful ass!

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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    laughing girl,
    i hear you there.
    a glinting smile, a twinkling eye,
    far away from this life of mine.
    two souls, intertwined,
    yet never woven into one.
    the weave undone before begun,
    we drift together and apart.
    you are there, in my heart always.
    a love not lost, just never found.
    and that sound,
    your laughter,
    stays with me.
    I have given pleasure to the world because I have such a beautiful ass!

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    Fisherking Interrogation


    Aye, the silver beams of hope to watch the crimson in the east
    Lighten just another notch to light the souls at least
    Unable to embrace the dark and to the deep confine
    Declined this night to sleep to reap and the to rest recline

    Gainst nothing. Idle fascination races with indigo above
    Below I'll sink to dream and fly just as a Dove.
    All Magpies true and that the grace of God's words
    Krishnan Consciousness translations say this thrall not for the birds.

    On Ravenous wing for whom the flag flew he tells us of the Count
    Of solace called US embassy it baits a peaceful neutrality the mount
    Nothing called in Vision a Beast yet today is that day
    A way to something culled like Christmas Trees for whom does it pay

    Promises Paul the Peter honed pelt of pure pauper Holy Spirit
    Who Knew! Haunting! In this His Time! And not at all for it
    Corruption tangled Damascene New Years Eve? And sure as Sure perceive
    Solace always gives us reason and season no adhesion to deceive

    For snow and schemes for undeployed and absent in heart
    Sure I tow these memories of pure there are no Lords of Time baking blackbirds in a tart
    Our Lady in the Sky called a Spirit clad oft in Darkness
    Freddie M he curioed this too to much rivalry in Archness

    Branch of yea through the shadow of Jehasohphat THE PILLAR IS ABSALOM!!!
    Through the wisdom of accepted nature he heard it first through Mum
    The historic Imperial n Imperial loves even Jesus ethereal
    The geographic shot by internet leaving nothing immaterial

    Dutiful to lapsed time recognition I find this is the duration
    In French why can't I recall my parents synesthesis seperation
    Our Lady has no horned head or goats feet undeneath
    Like the soul who says he sings fair Jezebel bequeath

    She is no mystic, it would be false, to say I am a Virgin
    Instead, she's the image in Vision everyone's seen a version
    Sow! I stopped thinking and broke open the sanity of saints
    It is now the salivatory that aint it taints

    His school - her deity the logic of the evening
    Graven Shadey, Linda Gray and Grace left Grieving.
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    Slowly to Dying

    Hesitantly I stood the steep and fractious
    My short abodes here atop the cliffs and winds
    This way, and one's the truth I need it in a prayer
    As rare as this warmth at Christmas
    As though we care called warped and weird
    Its todays the day and infinite feared finite of tomorrows
    Let there be light, and for mercy let there be shadows for the sorrows
    Don't forget to to pick up without a perforation
    To the restoration of your belief that its eternity with ghost gospel
    Mary's brother Lord of leper host

    Certain never, because I'd made way to a cosmic of ordinarty stars
    And you know when you've gone real far when smoking at the bar and tv speaks that far
    Serenity wasn't a farce
    There and none the deep indigo waters
    Wherein sleeps more sons and ye daughters

    True, that I had made enough of the grey and told to sold my silver for gold
    Closer now with ladies to hear me sing all praise that raises the deal "in"
    Last edited by joshuathemakaleen; November 25th, 2009 at 11:17.

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    I'll read that again when I'm less sleepy. This seriously messes with my understanding of English
    I'm only flesh and blood
    But I can be anything that you demand




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    its a rare consonant

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    my poem I'm putting in here cause i don't want to be a troll

    On the block, crystal rock, Sahans cock
    I seek Highness
    On my imac on the track, back to back
    I seek Highness
    Couth calls me I seek highness
    Eagles feather eagles wing, enchanted quill Dollar bill
    Couth calls me I seek highness
    To the beast to the beast to the beat
    Odd Antichrist
    Desert Feast Quantum Least
    God Antichrist
    Heaven sends it
    I seek Highness

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    'Dying'

    Hesitantly I stood the steep and fractious
    My short abodes here atop the cliffs and beneath the winds
    I bore no heart attones
    This way and one's the truth
    I need it in prayer as rare as this warmth at christmas
    As though I care ...

    When warped and weird its todays the day and infinite of tomorrows
    Let there be light, let there be shadows
    Since ... only able for the sorrows
    Don't forget to pick up without a perforation

    To the restoration of my belief its eternally echhoes

    Certain, never, because I'd made my way to a cosmic with ordinary stars
    Harks then to the day when sanity wasn't a Creature's farce
    There and none the deep indigo waters wherein sleep more sons and ye daughters
    True that I had made enough of the grey bar silver horizons and increased my cash for gold
    Till the glue of the blue


    (my only comment for interpretation is varied time lapse recognition of the usual poetics)
    Last edited by joshuathemakaleen; November 20th, 2009 at 11:29. Reason: a salary in editing my own posts

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    Default I hate Courtney

    And everyone like her with
    her fake agendas
    Whispering like snakes
    I call you out now, pretender

    Get everyone on your side
    The ones you haven't ostracised
    Like me, they see you
    Some people need friends
    Not this disguise

    The only truth I've heard you speak,
    Was how you were depressed because
    You weren't fed correctly when you chose different things to eat, someone elses fault

    You, like all the courtney's
    Can never take responsibility
    The kurts just die
    When they realize you have no empathy

    A born controller, a skilled guilt, shame and blamer.
    I don't want to feel you near me and hear ill jibes
    I'd rather be 20 fathoms deep
    Then see your empty eyes
    You have nothing to say, eyes of a stranger
    Nothing to say to you, go away Courtney
    I've suffered enough your endless hypocrisy
    You weak thing
    You're barely there
    You don't matter anymore

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    Destroy the male I once was
    Model of destruction and pain
    This world has passed us by
    A t.v. baby , a lost child so inane

    Toxic man, a pretender, wannabe
    Based on rapists, molesters and lies
    Tear down this old, moldy visage
    Bear witness to the child inside

    He is bravery, he is a giver, protector
    Wipe the slate clean, removing the stain
    The false idol you sold your soul to
    Give him love and care, begin again

    This toxic masculinity has been in the way
    I do this to tear it down and
    Break free from the murderers,
    Rapists and
    Liars
    Only the good one can stay
    Only the loving
    Caring
    Giving
    That's the way

    I kill myself for myself and feel
    The dying of the rotten tree
    The thunder and rain will wash away
    All the detritus and wasted me

    I do this for you my angel and whoever you are, I will love you right
    I will nurture and give give give
    If you hurt me, I will always forgive
    My love goes on like
    Spooky action from a distance
    It lives in this reborn soul
    The one who rushed the darkness
    I embraced the stranger there
    Because It could be you, waiting
    In a place that scares
    I'll be there, please hold on
    I know you're dying girl, I know it hurts
    I am almost there my darling
    We will meet in the other world
    And we'll fly high, so high, nothing will touch us up here
    Hold my hand, feel my soul, see the all,
    Feel no fear

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    Frozen inside, fire eyes
    Like hungry ghosts
    They paralyze
    You were beautiful, graceful form
    Calm at the center
    In the eye of the storm
    You were thick, wide hipped
    I tried to hold on
    But I got flipped

    Throw back the little ones
    Pan fry the big ones
    And gently squeeze um

    The rejection hurt them
    So sweet and loving
    Went past heaven

    Devilish whores, with eyes so bright
    My terrible weakness
    Holding on too tight
    They had to have something
    I don't know what
    But it drew me in
    Drew me far
    Held me there
    And made a scar

    Next time I'll get to you good

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    Default Inverted Star

    You've taken away joy
    You've abandoned what you couldn't destroy
    Automaton, what is your purpose here?
    Disarray?
    The end of play
    Make me stay

    I see you now
    What you are
    Not a lovelorn child
    Gazing at the sea - the border island scene

    What you are is a picture
    You took of yourself
    For yourself
    That's it
    That's all!

    There was a hole in the universe
    When you were born, a dark star
    A dark star inverted and instead of a star
    A black hole
    Not a womans soul
    Not a life giving force
    You were born

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