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lesleyjl21
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I'm curious about the origin of this one, my friend.  But I felt that one.  Interesting.


true love waits... i guess.
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Lesley,

I got the idea from a Supernatural episode where the two brothers returned to their old home.  It was gonna be about a person touring his old childhood home years after leaving it, seeing all the changes, but it kinda changed gears.


Your best feature is your heart and soul.
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My kinda "Crazy"

You dig deep inside, where you try to hide all the things that are ugly to your soul.
Fear, despise, the bitter truth and the lies, just torturing you into a state of turmoil.

Listen to it beating.
Don't be defeating.
Release the weeping.

Raw and real and real and raw, you claw and creep and creep and claw.

Break it out.
Shout out loud.
Deep breath and sigh.
Relief and then cry.

See it, feel it, make it, don't break it, you lose control, but don't ever fake it.

Remember my will.
Remember my way.
Remember the truth and live for today.

Spring clean your heart, and make a new start, to be the person you know you should be.
Don't hold yourself back, from destiny, stay on track, and fate will bring happiness, you'll see.

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Colt .45 Love

she’s better than a gun cocked
back with the hammer winding up for a wife-beater’s slap
lips as tight as coffins nailed with finger bones

but colder than the corpse of a tongue
inside i bury it the gravedigger of memories
and hum the ashes to ashes rhetoric
out of habit if i’d asked for a culminating kiss

and brought down necrophiliac name calling
on myself they’d call me a masochist
making out with iron maidens even

if i’d listened to her smoking Cheerio
mouth i’d taste the blush of
arctic iron and potassium nitrate
lipstick she’d femme fatale an opening

from me to ignite the
cold slug of a tongue
blister lips give me what it’s worth in a scream
hammer clang of concussion make her
moan and shriek
switchblade of a sound

“hold me” so i would original sin
temptation like a stainless steel apple one chance
to hold the warm gun
red mouth in my forehead
opening to the kiss
same shape as hers drooling warmness
swallowing bullets

staccato words punctuate apple-red stains in
orchestras of hammers making the elegiac
concerto organize its finale in bullet point contracts


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Wind

sighs in the warm lament
of a grey woman
off the Pacific, knitting
waves and birds across
her shawl

weary of the remoteness
of the sky, she’ll tumble in a circle
to the grass and pirouette
with leaves
that flounce in cadence
to the dervish strum
of her ballet,
rheumatic snaps as underfoot
they keep her time

and drained
by dance she’ll trickle
a return to clouds, her old fuss
and moan of being tired
whispered in a yawn that
washes out athwart
the ocean


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Her name is River

The grey stones of her eyes were
from a river bottom, worn smooth

and round by the persistence of water.  
They didn’t tremble, not

like leaves in a storm, not
like before.  They looked at him dry

and then turned black as she polished them
with rain, that fell through the air to splash

upon a pair of lips, twin dying streams of salmon
caught in the moist melancholy

of an Autumn without reign.  There was no
escape in the whirlpool, in the maelstrom.  Her

eyes sunk,
crashing down the deepness

of that truth that she could never keep afloat
in this world.


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Gyro Park

Secreted by a puzzle
of leaves on which are written
everyone’s story
but my own is the path down
to the old stage, surrounded by maples
and worn out,
some it rotten.  Grey-blue
bleachers hold the empty
audience captive to a vacant play.  Themes
were migratory, a script re-written for the
antics of the playground, for the
dried-out grins of grandfathers
who play chess in slow-motion,
for a young mother with dreadlocks like rosaries and
umbilical prayers,
for teenagers hacking a white soccer ball
in a ring.  It’s been replaced with adlibs
and keys
to the exits of destiny, and though I was never
part of the production my
cue has curtained and though
I have not the ears for this mouth, it still chuckles out the lines
foretold by the piece of paper
dangling in my face so
everyone can see.


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Ruminations

Sitting crosslegged with the long hair of steam tickling
my nose from the green mug, little pieces
of white peony and rosehip swirling on the top.  Wonder if a child
can long for childhood
vanished in a swirl,

at Matt’s pool when we ran around and around and made
a bathtub drain, it wasn’t
dangerous then
but the circles broken into a line, can’t go back
except for now with the tea and my eyes closed

When did we get so old, it’s a question I’ll ask
now, and sixty years from now when that second
old age grows its long, grey hair
down by back.  For now I’ll miss when
the tire swings at Winlaw made us sick, or spinning
in the ring of girls with a blindfold of fingers

so when
Melissa kissed me I wasn’t supposed to know it was her.  When
is a question that begun before I knew
it started, and is doing laps on the dark lake
of tea in my mug


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The Cyprian

rehearses love and sainthood
snares eyes with girl-skin
sashay on smooth yogurt legs, cold
lips cadaverous with
colors of alien fruit and tongues yoo-hoo
mini-skirt winter
squeals headlights
to exhaustion, curbside promise after
praying to business in
the latrine

priestess showers in benzene
of smoke orgasms
screams at her god through beaten
silence and cigarette
lascivious prick asleep in waking fantasy
next to her

suffocation of
sheets force a lick through
her thighs, the vixen
whimpers through the sinister
service and knuckles
of paper crush
the mattress on
the ride
to the wastebasket



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I dont know what to call this but I like it and that's all that matter. More or less this is just random spur of the moment stuff i've written. You can try to make sense of it if you like.




So here they are again...
once again looking down from the cliff of dreams...
wondering where they went wrong..
to have ended up here..

Lost from everything else...
isolated in the center of a mouth of darkness...
no one will bother you...
no one will save you...
except the man in the dark hat..

he's the man who will let you know...
when to let go...
of everything you have gained so far..

Let if fall...
let it slip from your fingers..
watch it drift into the dark pit of oblivious nothing..
never look back..
only turn into the new fate that awaits you...

Where have you gone when i cant find your heart anymore?
have you decided?
When will you?
Will you ever?
Should i quit this endless game of loneliness?

The only fact that remains is love..
pure and blissfull...
that fact lives in all who have touched the flower of companionship...
When it has came there is nothing more that can be procured from the human heart...

here they are again...
standing on a new cliff...
a cliff that is made of bronze...
There is no climbing down at this point...
too steep...
surely you'll die...

but that's the thing...
it'll come soon enough...

The crowd wears black cloaks covering the crevices and crates
that time has placed upon them...

Regret.
Guilt.
Is that all that holds us back?
Or is there something else?

There is something else that holds us back and that is faith.
there is only one person who decides the fate of the world.
and with the push of a red button the perks and promises will all be washed away in a engulfment of flames.

flesh?


My only friend lies at the end of the road
starkfully driven into madness within his own mind...
finally there is a connection between the two
wandering.
finding.
wandering.
lying.
wandering.
grasping.
wandering.
dropping.
losing.

Now the paths intertwine
finally the crows come down
preying on the finality of deadly untrust

I found the salt.
it was under the table
how did it get so far underneath?

Wishing i was here
in the crowded blue
looking at you
above the land of the lonely souls
in the crowded blue
standing next to you

Where have i gone
to come so far
away from what i want
alas, there is a reason for everything

I just wish the answer would come sooner
In the crowded blue
I want to meet you
and leave the world behind me
and have you next to me
in the crowded blue
ill lose myself in your beauty
and never fall down
no, never fall down


HERE....

COME....LISTEN TO MY WORDS CHILDREN

I WILL NOT LET YOU DOWN LIKE HE DID

HE IS THE DARK..SOULLESS END OF THE WORLD

I AM THE TRUTH


Land of pink trees
and lilly pies
what happened to your nose
would you like some fries?
of course, you arent like me
you want onion rings instead


BUT ALAS.

They come without notice
flames.
a baby sheds the tears of innocent lack of knowledge
a old man sheds the tear of relapse
a woman sheds her coat
she puts on the armor
and fights against the wind

impatience lead them to this village
stone walls
crystal skies
ironic contrast between good and evil
shattered innocence imputed before a snake
he strikes
venom.


Can you play checkers?
Ferris Wheel.
Can you plat Monopoly?
Falling.
Can you play Scrabble?
On the crowd.
What a sight...
the popcorn and cotton candy mingle with the seeping blood and bone fragments.
an ironic scene.

Drift around in my mind.
Get lost in my words.
let them flow over you.
take control of you.

Manipulation.
Popular faces.
Bumbling talk show host
Screaming rock star.
Calm soothing lady at the booth.
hanging from strings.
Manipulated.

Screams of daggers before the initial plunge into the flesh.
Is there never regret?

SUDDENLY.

A BURST OF LIGHTNING BRUSHING PAST THE SHOULDERS.

This is where it's at
at the end of the cliff.
looming over the sea of merciless lies.
Silence above.

Go ahead and take the picture.
But don't take the frame.

numb hands.
It's cold in here.
the finished product could melt away.

sneaking in the wilderness.
lost in it's love.
Finally someone takes your hand.
finds a special place to put you..
on the mantle of happiness.

Face reality.


I used to wear Spiderman PJ's to bed every night, then I woke up one morning and said to myself "Self, your to old for this spiderman bull." So I went to target the next day and picked up some Wolverine PJs cause man, that guy stabs people. C. Walken
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* Air
*
None is all and all is none
and one and one are two and you
and me are we and when it strikes
is when i like and when is then
and who i am is you and me and
number three are five and six
and seven men set out again to
find their way to heaven and
what they found is not around
and where its gone is underground
and how is not the question
when why what we know where
and how is not the answer but
in err the air inside us is.
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© 1998 Mach B  
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*
*  Bare Trees
*
Anyone says that anyone is when
anything can do anything though
nothing is always nothing unless
somebody loves somebody, but sometimes
nobody knows and nobody cares what
everyone thinks of everyone.
*
I once thought that now I think
otherwise I am, not what I seem
to be saying but what I am saying
when I say it through me; can you
see through me? Am I through? Are
you through with me? I see you.
*
Not that...
*
anyone cares what anyone is when
everything, and I mean everything,
everybody does for everybody is because
someone is watching someone else. Why?
Some things are better left as something or
nothing is the only thing
anybody gets.
*
*
*
© 1998 Mach B
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~
~ Regular Expressions
~
Orange cathartic greenish mitosis,
elect-rho-chemical alluvial deposits
melting in twilight on wings of alarm clocks.

Imploding Gregorian heroic chromosomes,
eroding circular violet rathskellers 
reading the clouds about earth's holy daemon.

Pitiless innovative rabble inductors,
carefully careless chaos controllers
flowing near moonscapes whence arachnids dream.  

Reciprocal nightmares expressing halogens,
technical ultra-patristic realisms
bleeding their prayers to monolithic butterflies.
~
© 1998 Mach B
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*
*
*
seriously said
serially said
serially sad
surreally sad
sad cereal
send cereal
send serially
send seriously
end seriously
*
*
*
© 1998 Mach B
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Web piggish, overindulgent captives smiling;)
Worry not - oh little spider - dinner is on!
We won't forget to feed you.
~
© 1998 Mach B
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