Chaos Poems

[rufusbmellow]

Too philsophical a response to my 'poetry' methinks.

Glad I can keep fooling people. My ability to write complete utter bullshit about other people's poems got me in the top 5 for my english literature exam

Nah, not fooled, I just wanted to post the philosophy poem. I once got an 'A' on a paper that compared "Winter of Our Discontent" to the "Epic of Gilgamesh" in the context of macro-econmic theory as regards to the global conspiracy. Though I quite suspect that the teacher did not bother reading the paper anyhow.

[gnimbley]

[This is the second in a planned series of twenty-three.]



The magician stands on a barren stage
Eagerly peers through the fractured mist
Desperate to catch some recurring glint
A familiar face or a lover's kiss

The magician waves his now broken arm
To mystically hold the wandering room
His finger flicks troth mysteries of life
Still hidden inveiled in encroaching doom

The magician strikes at the morphing light
As gathering smoke darks the mirrored page
Raw cascading waves, flung unmeasured, crash
Strew abandoned thoughts 'cross the empty stage

The magician flaunts simple hard wrought fact
That temptingly darts in and out of sight
Then lovingly hides in a transient hoard
A savory bite supped some future night

        - Jacksonville Beach, 2/10/2005

[Bella]

Very cool, gnome.

[zarathustrasbastardson]

Hotsuma may eat gnome shit, but he's not the only one around here who thinks...nay, knows that poetry sucks rancid goat-ass...

most of it yes - but you haven't read the cantos - and digested it - ny one who wants to say

it is beautiful
because,
ah yes,
it is
beautiful.

can - but try reading W.S. Merwin and not think

[zarathustrasbastardson]

[This is the second in a planned series of twenty-three.]



The magician stands on a barren stage
Eagerly peers through the fractured mist
Desperate to catch some recurring glint
A familiar face or a lover's kiss

The magician waves his now broken arm
To mystically hold the wandering room
His finger flicks troth mysteries of life
Still hidden inveiled in encroaching doom

The magician strikes at the morphing light
As gathering smoke darks the mirrored page
Raw cascading waves, flung unmeasured, crash
Strew abandoned thoughts 'cross the empty stage

The magician flaunts simple hard wrought fact
That temptingly darts in and out of sight
Then lovingly hides in a transient hoard
A savory bite supped some future night

        - Jacksonville Beach, 2/10/2005

you need less adjectives
- y'know Mr. T wrote the most beautiful poem I had ever heard - but I didn't realize it till just now

[LMNO]

[This is the second in a planned series of twenty-three.]



The magician...

::Mentally searches the Kaballah crossed w/ the tarot::

Hey gnimbley, is a poem about the Empress next?

Wait.... what's the second Atu, anyway?

[gnimbley]

Yes, only that is just the secondary influence. Numerology is
tertiary (although, I must admit, I think I ignored it in this last
poem.) I will leave you to ponder the primary pattern.

[Ben]

By A Drunken Messiah - by a drunken messiah

Messiah poetic
Bows before the crowd that would slay him
Were it not for his immortal invincible love,
And outstanding libido that fucks through all time,
He would be not so seksi... and all dead and shit...
Were he not so utterly cool.
Are you the messiah?
You wish, bitch.
Yeah, go messiah.
That could cure the world.  
But solipsotistically?
I dunno.
Fuck the messiah.

[LMNO]

Yes, only that is just the secondary influence. Numerology is
tertiary (although, I must admit, I think I ignored it in this last
poem.) I will leave you to ponder the primary pattern.

I propose the primary pattern is a re-symbolization of the Sacred Heart, the Unhooding of the Cobra, the Holy Grail, and how 2 become one and explode into nothingness (2+1=0).

[gnimbley]

Yes, only that is just the secondary influence. Numerology is
tertiary (although, I must admit, I think I ignored it in this last
poem.) I will leave you to ponder the primary pattern.

I propose the primary pattern is a re-symbolization of the Sacred Heart, the Unhooding of the Cobra, the Holy Grail, and how 2 become one and explode into nothingness (2+1=0).

THAT'S AMAZING, LMNO!!! YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY wrong.
But, hey, there have only been two poems so far and
they are pretty obtuse. But thanks for playing. Better
luck next time.

::spins the wheel of furtune on his way out::

[LMNO]

THAT'S AMAZING, LMNO!!! YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY wrong.
But, hey, there have only been two poems so far and
they are pretty obtuse. But thanks for playing. Better
luck next time.

::spins the wheel of furtune on his way out::

DAMMIT!

[Malaul]

::soothes::

[Eldora, Oracle of Alchemy]

THAT'S AMAZING, LMNO!!! YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY wrong.
<snip>
::spins the wheel of furtune on his way out::

DAMMIT!

It's your turn, you do that to me all the time.  Correction, most of the time.  Make that some of the time.  I know, you're gonna say time doesn't exist, right?  Bite me!

[PopeLoUDICRUCE]

*ahem*
I thin that i shall never see
a poem as loverly as a tree-
   
JUST KIDDING!!

Here Goes:

Ghostly but Not Undead

This World does not mean
what you think it means
  So whatever dreams
       whatever fantasies
      whatever moonbeams
      whatever summer breeze
      whatever seems to be on its way
  take it for Phantoms, shades
                 Chimera, mirage, illusion
  take it away from your eyes
  and awake with sudden surprise to
  cold blade of neural lies slipping past
  bony cage to bless your warm heart
  with inpenetrable Darkness of the
  Long Untroubled Sleep.
  Now open your dirt stoppered ears to
  hear widows weeping for
  long lost loves and mournful
  cooing of Doves in the Oaks o'er shadowing
  your Headstone.

                Kallisti!    Pope LoU

[zarathustrasbastardson]

*ahem*
I thin that i shall never see
a poem as loverly as a tree-
   
JUST KIDDING!!

Here Goes:

Ghostly but Not Undead

This World does not mean
what you think it means
  So whatever dreams
       whatever fantasies
      whatever moonbeams
      whatever summer breeze
      whatever seems to be on its way
  take it for Phantoms, shades
                 Chimera, mirage, illusion
  take it away from your eyes
  and awake with sudden surprise to
  cold blade of neural lies slipping past
  bony cage to bless your warm heart
  with inpenetrable Darkness of the
  Long Untroubled Sleep.
  Now open your dirt stoppered ears to
  hear widows weeping for
  long lost loves and mournful
  cooing of Doves in the Oaks o'er shadowing
  your Headstone.

                Kallisti!    Pope LoU

tim iz mitt and mit iz ttim

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