it's really good to see you again --
seven in the morning, a friend i
take to that top floor; His picture
now on the floor...
it used to be perched on top of -- i
never use "top" as a punitive term,
by the way, as it can never mean
"below" which i cannot use here --
a table of relatively top quality
and design[ed] apparently
to hold the weight of a calmly face and erudite
eyes close[d] behind those retro-shades --
[i think they would fit me just as well...]
you ask me if i stick with the regimen of two
sittings daily: my Boo-duh smile i
flash at you like a redundant sun
saying, "you know it already; why ask? silly."
He's always seated on His butt, isn't He?
looks like only His baldness is bestowed
upon me so... we sit together for almost
an hour to compensate for the countless
hours of my indolence, inconsistence, incoherence:
in awe of You as usual, happy to have twisted my legs
once more, i break my record of tardiness
at work with a good 5-minute ahead-start
in my 24-hour outfit and 36-hour stench.
"Who cares?" you say.
my point exactly.
wow, the guru has a new mp4 player called "Zen".
"a gift from her" he says.
OooohhhM, i love these bananas --
is this "Microvitum" in my hands?
"...you can look at it as quarks or space particles or time-space warped, bent, or shrunk at the vortex or wormhole or portal, i.e. "pay" = "death" = "transition". or see it as an hourglass or funnel where drops of Infinity spiral down like wat'r getting flushed in the "toil-let" or going down d' drain....the microcosOm of how space particles behave in the macrocosOm cosmos."
/ ♥ \
i need to buy me a new tent
E = you = me = ♥ @ the core
"the only merit i see in this poem is the way the words flow- but that's trivial, as i can get no sense of a meaning whatsoever. oh and that ending line is just plain unnecessary, verging on annoying.
— unknown [!]"
"I mean apna kayaal rakhna, fract! :)
— happymole [!]"
"...oh, and 'complexity of meanings', nisetru, or willful obscurity?
— unknown [!]"
"did i misspell microcosm and macrocosm here? oh yes, i did. what idiocy. stown me to depth.
— fractalcore [!]"
1. elswhere @ http://poetrycritical.net/read/47912/
"I don't think taking ideas from mad people is the way forward.
— unknown [!]"
"Sorry, I've squinted at them for at least an hour still trying to find some retaining vitrue and I canne lie, they're pish.
— unknown [!]"
""poets are talking to themselves..." i think that's the dialog of poetry -- "writing a letter", or making ad copy for toothpaste, are maybe what you're mistaking for poetry. that might be why you don't really like poetry.
— joey [!]"
2. elsewhere still @ http://poetrycritical.net/forum/read/147059/
it's really all right, you know. joey 18 May 08 4:41PM [!] Post Reply
it's really ok -- you write as you can and how you can, and the people here read you as they can and respond to you how they can. it's a bunny fuck-fest, but that's nature as we know it. unfortunatly, what we know nature to be has been fed us by someone else. you see these real poets come along -- one every twenty years -- and they redefine nature for the bunnies, and the stores sell the bunnies new dresses and skateboards.
re: it's really all right, you know. AlchemiA 19 May 08 12:15AM [!] Post Reply
Science like Religion is a language which attempts to encapsulate and explain Nature -- we are Nature urged to Human metaphors and verisimilitudes -- when Nature has need of some expression sHe urges in surges throughout mankind for a heart made ready from beating with wings dipped in tears and laughter -- when sHe finds a ready vessel malleable and purified by fires of miseries and joy for this new expression sHe urges by creativity the realized raptures in the longing song Poem - the Poet is often reflected in that urge as the creator is always part creation and as all things go all things become the Poem and so too is the Poet an urge of Nature expressed in surges - the authentic Poet writes with tears and laughter in such a way that you become the Poet reading it and are, therefore, become an expressed urge of Nature surged -- the goal is partly to embrace the reader with their own realizations while the reader feels the embracing of realizations well writ -- when Natures urge surges a new Poet we are all made greater by that creation --
It's always One and/or Two thing[s] really... or, as they say, One of Two things.
"Your Singularity and Duality [and Anonymity] suck
just the same" as a contradiction in terms, I say to You
...Happy Birthday in Advance
or something like that...