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[sid] => 100890
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Ride Over the Western Blue Horizon
[time] => 2005-07-11 18:28:44
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[bodytext] => "My heart's demise is in the billows of the skies." Uteria Brize "Hear me o moon! You are the light bearer. Twilight mistress, I holler at you from the ruins." "Down in the depths of this city, we don't have to admit to it. We're only the receivers of our duration. We forgo all of the occupied interrogations. Ship of kisses, ship in the stars. Can you tell me what is you really are?" "The muffled cries lament. Where did I go wrong? Windy City. Itsy glitchy. The glitz of glittering speakerphones. Not much of a glamour marathon, a dial tone gigabyte. You constantly amaze the zebra xylophones. Zebra zits are miniature worker bee potato chips do you want to catch on fire like a burning harpsichord bush? The muffled cries of Lost ammunition. Discharged pollutants in the thick guerilla forests." "The dust of only Sundays echoes through the walls of the ancients. Perplexing nervous spheres. Vines reaching for throats, rasping in their communal exports. I eat cattle delicacies that are found exclusively in the dust of only Sundays. I will not lose the plate of Fools. I can scrape off the persona of injustice. Lose the skinny any juice and participate in precipitation that will evaporate nto the dust of only Sundays." "Furioso Mole. Tension is your armor breastplate. You fight with invisible fists, pawning hysteria. Daylight as consciousness is your pneumonic device. Or is it your neurotic device? Dirt, shirtless and sleeves fraught with the land of reason. It is centrality. Force of Nepal's sequins laced in an old wedding dress." "Millions. They are staying. They are playing. Watching. Stage light is forever staying. Hollywood is a training ground for beautiful mimes and disconcerted philosophers. Their digits are minds for tigers that are praying." "Great is the Lake. You will make the greatest escape. Warriors on the untamed terrain. This breeze hits like a beached whale. Bleached whale…pale whale. If whales have scales...reptile whales. The cavern made of razor-sharpened teeth awakens a motion amongst criminals' concrete legs." "Babe's not lovin' like she used to. She only seems to want more of the groomless moon. How I miss the soft parchment. Radiance is all that she now will kiss. She opens her wings like a moth in daylight. Frogs jump in the twilight delight. She's just one of those moon kind. Made up her mind to swoon kind." "Undoing of the celestial gown. Tied up in knots. The blood strains to clot. A strainer sits on the sink. Something you can really teeth your sink into. Come on my friend take a look inside. There's a night time world. Waiting for your frost-keen eyes. We can determine our astral projections. We have our silver cataracts for our protection. You can interrupt this cycle of pre-gestation." "You come out of the closet cloud, furious above the raging storm. Insects are dragging your mouth. The dark spots on the blotted hemisphere are like a sight gag to you. Eating the bunny mummy you arise from the light rock carcass. The tunes are unbearable. Fashions dated and unwearable. Your beat is like smelly uncooked meat and the beat drones on and on and on..." "I have a black tape subconscious microphone. You'll never find me licking any wounds alone. I am a Houdini Mussolini. If you follow me then you are bound to drown anonymously renowned.The situation of painful outcomes, will it suit you just fine? I am simply a living consequence...an absolute mind. If I got shot in the shoulder and had to play the score over the subliminal message would say: "There's an odor in your motor." "I bathe in the moonlight shade. A midnight chill of yawning perceptions. Ice-pack deity. You dropped the ragged umbrella Who is that in your dark jar tooth well? The portrait of the Lilly Ghost, Miss 'Tima Tell. Ice-pack deity lost to the freezing realm. Who is that in your dark jar tooth well? The portrait of the Lilly Ghost, Miss 'Tima Tell." "Standing outside a vacant telephone booth. Thumbing through the pages of an invisible telephone book. After the address of the timeless Strideless Star of Infinity I once knew. Returning often to the tune of the harmony moon. O the harmony moon. Forgetting not to shine in my mind. I fill frozen like glacier life. Not a place of definite time. Fritters are fried in the scalloped 'taters. I will catch you on the next moon some time later. Not a place of definite time. I remain like glacier life. Tulips are devoted to the harmony moon. You are far away from me in your Palace Womb." "Some say porcupines are to pilfer. Inside their eyes are tubes of silver.Eating plastic army bazookasThe chewing is ungluing all of the hydrogen components. Automize the excellent pears. They are ripe with lush green wares. Never devise a plutonium elemental combustion unit capable of distorting the love of our gasoline planet. Fortune of the denim hemmer. A red lemon frothing with bitterness. The grapefruit called it a squirt. The hearth kite is flying on a sneezed breeze in the sky." "I caught myself walking down the lane one day at 45 Stone Plow Astro Wheel Park. "I was waiting in line to see the animal relics that crowded theorems and postulates within my heart. I sprayed spylights with mascara. The spylights could have been skylights had it not been that they were lights that spied. Looking down on Junkwhere Town, she never stopped the dirty clotted clowns from jumping on laundry trumpets and dipping their clown noses in tea for crumpets. Yeah I caught myself walking down the lane maybe ten twenty five or 30 times. I poured salt on mollusks just to see the exact shape of their brains and when I'd done that I gave them all silly unlikely pet names." "I do not want to live this way. I want the midnight diamonds inside of my chest to open up and explode into the day. Midnight diamonds, I am in the tractor beam. Everything is just as it seems. I shoot through stars' inevitable dreams. Oh the Midnight diamonds. Her love is like a fleeting sun racing to its oblivion. The galaxy can not hold her. If only I had told her, but she was never there only in the wanton moon's facial glare. Oh only the midnight diamonds love me. They will open up inside my chest heave out a fish gill breath and perhaps then I will feel the heat pulse." "Waiting in the wings...the silence of the conjurer sings. He calls the hills to abide his side. Wanting nothing more than coffee filters to be pure gold and the beans will sprout inside our soul. Old man time’s hourglass is our glass. Our glass to pour forth the liquid of tranquility. His ailing bones are for our stability. I would never leave this place if the moon had a real face. In the wings of Forever I will wait." "Twenty mint minutemen came into the castle. There are many reasons why they had to make her cackle. I really want to bake a cake and send it to Awful Utopia. You are all alone in your star land raindrops. Why have you asked me to drop off that smile package here? Come here and give me that voice hare right here. Don’t ever lose you. You in the faux-tan fur coat, dancing on the fervent mill-toad." "Under morning laboratory the turtle takes it's sweet time to fake a yawn. Meditate the lives of lost gone stars, never fading in to the mourning of scars.I love you dearly, I surely do. One of these mornings the spylights will have their due. Gesteria Jex you are the life of my light. I breathe in the future of your ankles angled so right. Move this way, move around. I move up and I move sidesplitting down.Adorning the room of lovely interiors. You are the brightest thing to reflect off any mirror." "I wonder what they think is truth? Could they take their lives and meld them into soft generations? The light refraction. Staring off you get a sense of their keen distraction. You can become an Awful Utopia youth. All you have to do is let them into you. Exasperated to their fullest extent. Replete with minds where their time's been split. You can become an Awful Utopia youth.All you have to do is let them blue the troops." "It may seem like a regular admonition but I've gone to the landscape's circular position. I never liked the Civil Ball. I always felt pushed up against a wall. They are under my skin and now it is sinking in. They have scratched passed the surface trying to affect my sense of self-worth ." "Umpteen time....coffee break....You are going to the youth rally....I really cannot understand this....Why have I joined this disorganization? France's pants....Francis's Pants....Franco's Paso....I understand now....But I do not know....Why?" "If I were to perchance a story on yellow paper that was written in a language I could not understand, then who would translate it for me? The first baseman never hesitated. He threw the ball and it was a double play. These words could fill a thousand stadiums. Waiting in the wings. You know I can seek the palace of comprehension inside of the soothsayer's only dreams" [comments] => 2 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Lee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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