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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Fire Opus
[time] => 2005-11-02 22:28:32
[hometext] => Most of my poems are streams of consciousness and this is just another example...
[bodytext] => I grabbed my boots a stash of warm loot
trudged out the hole in the wall
Gemdrops over lakerest
the sun is rising
time drips like a soda gun
spraying wanton acronyms
The jaunt of a yellow butterfly
callous wings look like they could use a coccoon
get back in there because it might just be too soon
if you had feathers you could fly farther
inertia insists that you keep trying harder
where do you go from here?
when do we leave?
has the time come for a yellow butterfly's first relived sleep?
Legs so tall
you could be a statue
smile rivals all the pretty ones
you are the darling of the road
blossom of temptress salt
you are a flower on a pedestal
yes the darling of the rose
I get chills whenever I think of you
you steal around hearts
and eat them like candy
you think everything is okay
it's really nothing fancy
They stand like watchdogs
eyes full of vigor
ears full of waxy turmoil
do they love you?
can they feel love?
it may be that they are turning their headlights on you
it could be that they are not going to let you deviate
from the history roads
they'll keep you where they want you
or are they where you want them?
Lady's light (ow)
she's so polite, now
throw you off at first
she seems so ordinary
like a hand-knitted hand mitten
goose oil canary
she's always popping off about her bills
but when the moon turns itself just right
and the bell tolls for the matador
you see, you see
she is like a turtle emerged from its shell
only she's more like a butterfly
bursting forth from its coccoon blossom
Roll up your sleeves
this is tomorrow's eve
I want you to be ready
it is time for a politicking lesson
rivers of sorrow are like bones made of ice
everything is pinnacled in the gumption
turns out your pants are yea high
I can smell tomorrow's eve
hearing the world has been disappearing
each and every night only to wake up beside
an empty companion someone that is just not your type
She moves me like a house that's settling
settling down for the night
won't you settle down with me, baby?
we're going to settle on down
all right!
If you want to know where you ought to go
you really ought to go to the limits outside the city
if you want to know what you ought to be
you really ought to be a sitting pity
Y'all jump on in now:
"Hacksaw Jimmae had a tallwalking Hemi
he kept it dirt-smudged on mud cakes all the time
Trudae the tipsy-toed ballet dancer jumped at the chance
to play hooky the old chess man said "G'on"; she really shook it!"
She has some shake on her
she is not one for being a yellow bellied bird
*(the arrow stems from the sky plant)
The tide racing
Apollonian everything
you cannot keep her dress away from the thieves
[comments] => 3
[counter] => 290
[topic] => 74
[informant] => Lee
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 14
[ratings] => 3
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => surreal
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Fire Opus
Contributed by
Lee
on
Wednesday, 2nd November 2005 @ 10:28:32 PM in AEST
Topic:
surreal
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I grabbed my boots a stash of warm loot
trudged out the hole in the wall
Gemdrops over lakerest
the sun is rising
time drips like a soda gun
spraying wanton acronyms
The jaunt of a yellow butterfly
callous wings look like they could use a coccoon
get back in there because it might just be too soon
if you had feathers you could fly farther
inertia insists that you keep trying harder
where do you go from here?
when do we leave?
has the time come for a yellow butterfly's first relived sleep?
Legs so tall
you could be a statue
smile rivals all the pretty ones
you are the darling of the road
blossom of temptress salt
you are a flower on a pedestal
yes the darling of the rose
I get chills whenever I think of you
you steal around hearts
and eat them like candy
you think everything is okay
it's really nothing fancy
They stand like watchdogs
eyes full of vigor
ears full of waxy turmoil
do they love you?
can they feel love?
it may be that they are turning their headlights on you
it could be that they are not going to let you deviate
from the history roads
they'll keep you where they want you
or are they where you want them?
Lady's light (ow)
she's so polite, now
throw you off at first
she seems so ordinary
like a hand-knitted hand mitten
goose oil canary
she's always popping off about her bills
but when the moon turns itself just right
and the bell tolls for the matador
you see, you see
she is like a turtle emerged from its shell
only she's more like a butterfly
bursting forth from its coccoon blossom
Roll up your sleeves
this is tomorrow's eve
I want you to be ready
it is time for a politicking lesson
rivers of sorrow are like bones made of ice
everything is pinnacled in the gumption
turns out your pants are yea high
I can smell tomorrow's eve
hearing the world has been disappearing
each and every night only to wake up beside
an empty companion someone that is just not your type
She moves me like a house that's settling
settling down for the night
won't you settle down with me, baby?
we're going to settle on down
all right!
If you want to know where you ought to go
you really ought to go to the limits outside the city
if you want to know what you ought to be
you really ought to be a sitting pity
Y'all jump on in now:
"Hacksaw Jimmae had a tallwalking Hemi
he kept it dirt-smudged on mud cakes all the time
Trudae the tipsy-toed ballet dancer jumped at the chance
to play hooky the old chess man said "G'on"; she really shook it!"
She has some shake on her
she is not one for being a yellow bellied bird
*(the arrow stems from the sky plant)
The tide racing
Apollonian everything
you cannot keep her dress away from the thieves
Copyright ©
Lee
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2005-11-02 22:28:32]
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Re: Fire Opus
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 2nd November 2005 @ 11:43:13 PM AEST
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| wow, this is epic seralism at it's best! I hope more people read this, it's a great masterpice! |
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Re: Fire Opus
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by Fionndruinne on
Thursday, 3rd November 2005 @ 06:04:03 PM AEST
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There are definitely some enjoyable passages in here. I'm not really one for pure stream-of-consciousness, but I think a guided version of the same idea can produce some good stuff. I am, by the way, in favor of revision. Stream-of-consciousness properly revised can be fantastic.
Keep it up. Me like.
Andrew |
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Re: Fire Opus
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 13th December 2005 @ 01:33:09 AM AEST
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Dear Brother Lee,
Having provided such a clear communication of your thoughts, and having read some of your earlier work, I can relate. When I wrote some peices like this, it was during the darkest time of my life. (I wrote a whole book of em in fact...) The light seemed so distant during that time. And still, there are days where the devourer breathes down my neck, tempting me to sink back into the depression of a marred conscious and the destructive downward cycle of sin. I always knew that I didnt want to. But, I didnt know how to fight. I had no faith, nothing with which to receive my Lover's love, only a hope that in the end it would be ok. The now was in turmoil. That hope carried me through, or rather, the cause of my hope did. He is our hope. Our faithlessness is nothing in the light of His love. He has given us His promise: He will never leave us, nor forsake us, and He died so we could live in freedom and peace. How do we receive his life? How are we set free from the bondage? We only have to die to ourselves. We believe Him at His Word, that through the cross our own sinful nature is also crucified. Every day we need to remember that, and actively choose the Way of Life, over that which we know only holds emptiness and false, temporary peace. Who is it who overcomes the world? writes John, He who believes that Jesus is the Christ. He will always help you when you choose. Remember, His grace is sufficient for you, and His power is made perfect in weakness. I pray for you, Brother Lee, that you would be strengthened and grasp for His love and joy and peace, the Way of Truth, once again. I recall the words of your own prayer...
Jesus, my friend,
Your Path was not an easy one
You did not back down
You stood firm in Your Father
And I have You to thank for my life
And I have You to thank for a place in Your Father's Kingdom
No earthly kingdom could ever suit me
Your Father's Heavenly Kingdom always in pursuit of me
I will ask myself
Everyday
For whom does
My heart ache?
Jesus, my Lord,
Your Way my heart will follow
Stand on your faith! Remember your first love. And remember also His mighty promises, many Ive already written to you, but also this one:
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.
May our Lord be near your side,
Shalom,
Joshua |
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