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Kara Rose Trojan Apr 2011
My personal déjà-vu-time memory-prompts that frame
The blurring patterns of today’s hubcap-wheels, spinning
Kaleidoscope flashbacks of bathtub playtime.

A gaggle of giggling girls babbling about
What used to matter : umbrella-popping chewing gum
With gallivanting jargon laced in crushes-hushed : boy-talk.  

Pillows : Comforters morphing, swarming like
Womb-entranced, half-cupped palms calmed
Palpitating mouths motoring off self-pitying rumble-grumbles.

How the clopping ball of opted-birr was a bent-mouth birdcall
Over-relished, over-zealous imploration : a round robin
Jumblemix of a jejune bombast for slap-sticked power.

By-and-by polysyllabic buds bloomed, baked, and wrinkled
Past-Gas’s long-gone jokes : those balmy snug-hugs guarding
Doltish vulgarity among the begrimed-glitch and old-grown-boring Jive.
Vivian Sep 2012
i'm not really sure
if i gauge attractiveness
on a real scale
but there's most definitely
a certain quality
that seeps into my
pores and in my marrow
and through my veins
that attracts me

cause his eyes are like
old books from the deepest
sections of the library
and his eyelashes
are like feather
dusters tickling
my heart in a delightful
fashion and his freckles are
reminiscent of drops
of stray ink dripping
from thunder clouds

it's an odd sensation
sensational
that's all i can use to
describe this
imploration of
my mind
Kara Rose Trojan Dec 2014
My personal déjà-vu-time memory-prompts that frame
The blurring patterns of today’s hubcap-wheels, spinning
Kaleidoscope flashbacks of bathtub playtime.

A gaggle of giggling girls babbling about
What used to matter : umbrella-popping chewing gum
With gallivanting jargon laced in crushes-hushed : boy-talk.

Pillows : Comforters morphing, swarming like
Womb-entranced, half-cupped palms calmed
Palpitating mouths motoring off self-pitying rumble-grumbles.

How the clopping ball of opted-birr was a bent-mouth birdcall
Over-relished, over-zealous imploration : a round robin
Jumblemix of a jejune bombast for high-brow, White-men polemics

By-and-by polysyllabic buds bloomed, baked, and wrinkled
Past-Gas’s long-gone jokes : those balmy snug-hugs guarding
Based-vulgarity amongst the begrimed-teeth-******* and homegrown-Jive.
The vertical of the routing kinetics was far from the contemplation of the gods of the catastrophes, accepting that they had to save these souls that were tied before the inclination of the southern part of the island when it loomed in the height, related and when the lord He appeared to Saint Paul in Damascus for the reconversion of souls. Fury dried the air and became unbreathable as it exploded before the astonished gaze of those lacerated by the ins and outs of the earth, seeing that Saturn, Mars, and Jupiter came into conjunction, when the sun revolved around itself, accelerating its kinetics perigee. The misgivings took hold and the feet of all were static without, finding footholds in some astromethereology, to ask the archangels for the vindicatory fiery flame, far away in the arid atmosphere that Mercury produced when he wanted to abstain and block the unbridled Sun. The intense and changing winds emanated from the caverns, like micro hurricanes that constellated Aorion and Taurus. The darkness came out of the Pleiades from the dark Manes who envisioned the codes and omens for those who were not empowered by the claws when they aligned themselves in Taurus, and Mycenae anticipated said forecast in the Agios Andreas chorography, which on this occasion was trilocated, to resist in the same chorus of Patras, where the Apostle Andrew was announcing them between kings and generals. Everything argued from the veins of the meanders where it could be described that thunder came out from the clouds and that they were absorbed by the cracks preceded by the vigorous bells, and the bellowing of Vernarth as if they were in the hypocenter of the Arbela site, when all soldiers ran after other human species and Brisehal bellowed at them, emulating his master's senses of terror. The roar of combat was comparable to the convulsions of men running toward the lows of the earth, spitting foul-smelling whiffs from within. The galleries were hidden above and below the earth, the blows were overwhelmed by compact solid plates that flew over the lost earth, the Stymphans protected with their bronze wings the lacerated and Marie des Vallées, who in turn encouraged Vernarth who fought to protect Theus and Vikentios with Wonthelimar near masses pierced by the blast of the fiery wind. Some adobes were classified within the taxonomy of the brick that was fortified in the corners of the Hellenic temple that resisted with their flying buttresses when the parapet was raised, and they settled again after an undulating goal of venerable swaying to a Sybilla in trance. The waves ceased the high tide wind and the contrary Metelmi winds were made worse by any anger in the wreckage of a forge when the *** scarce to open the Apollo wasteland.

They all had to wait forty-five days, sheltered in the meanders. When the sea was collected after having overcome the masses of hydrosism, in any exhibition in front of anyone saying goodbye with inept imploration. Vernarth was possessed in some declines with the support of his donkeys, who had come from the Eclectic Portal to assist him in the face of this typology that only with them could he minimize. In the sixth version of his reposes, Vernarth gave them up due to the delirium of repentance, which revealed the image of the Twelve Apostles, before the scientists approached from Vernarth's Rhema who quantified the approach to austerities, which could not even be gathered in all the libraries of the World, not least in the insight of who can describe it extrinsically in the Parnassus or the Acropolis. The whole irrational focus was deified in the externalities of all the slight edges of the Milky Way, creating arcane incense fires in what is said of the trials adjacent to the springs of knowledge, to console the mourners towards a Tractatus where they will revolutionize the meanings of the signifier.

Zefian says upon emerging: “what collision affects the movements of the world when the body vibrates with confusion and not with emotion! The Fourth Sagita collided with Mercury and the Sun, everything took hold from the Aurion Belt, for them, the uneasiness is reflected in the death, by not resisting the rude speed of the ancient episodes, which in turn are in the geological testimonies from where all geological ethical matrix is born. As dignity is aquatic given its immense containment of the sinful solid, the solids want to get out of their penitentiary causes, with a habitual bustle breaking down in the valleys and mountains, which only the land contains and not the sea. When the ocean shakes, it lashes with the Aurion club at its antagonists, who could be imaginary or its own ethics that cross the seas and takes hold in amphibious larvics lands "

Zefian leaves and begins to order and incur in the surfaces that became tenuous and discreet in the labyrinth of the Tractatus and in the linguistic signs of retro life, which came to redeem their progeny that lay in the same spheres that the earth itself possessed, flooded with silt in the superimposed light of the fire as a collateral external factor that moved with all lightness, throughout the circular surface as if snatching the dynasty that the Peri Kosmous claimed, leaving it in the fractal of the nullity of the excursion, with the factorial of starting Relevant areas that do not tremble, until the soul of the world was in the trance of the same excursion, while time froze as inert matter, and real-time emerged from the thread of the excursion's digression when the mountains were not sinking, probably being so. ? That verisimilarly it would pre-exist after the final excursion where it showed its splendid chorography authentically intact.
Apollo´s  Wasteland
Ross Robbins Sep 2011
I give thanks, I have faith
that the year to come comes on like
honey and bourbon

That is to say that life's day-to-day way
It intoxicates, opens gates, and
Do not need spirits  Cuz I
I can drift smiling  
Sleep of supplication to the yen of faith

Oh and yes that broke the rhythm,
Lord don't castigate, Don't lacerate my
Words my rhymes (seems overly obvious to
Use "time"; Use it to my advantage
       if not in verse, then,

As was saying Oh oh Oh Lord please
Don't suppurate the wound of writer's
Block before my mind's sweet eye
Oh, time, oh Lord my imploration:

Let this year, then, truly be
As sweet as yams in late November.

Amen.


(Thanksgiving 2010)
there is a strangeness
it hovers
hovers like an unspoken word
or an unshared sorrow
floating in the air
beckoning with
articulated device
it means to kiss me, I think
what is it, what is this that hovers so
and would take possession of my lips
leave upon them an impression of
indentured love
that would if so allowed linger
with imprinted hope of
future taste and would lay upon my heart
an imploration of immaculate understanding
what is this strangeness
Louder it cries
Seeking the best owner
Having been taken
Without his own pleasure

Consideration is but naught
As she is fed with
Mother’s stony words
Which make her fraught

Neither heart can
Stand much more
In help, imploration,
They seek each other

For alone they fall
Shattered pieces and all
But glued with love
They may defeat all

Scars may ensue
Pain will imbue
Fighting for it will pass
All is not good
All is not good

Every mistaken act
Every signed evil pact
Forgiven to each other
Conquered by the power

Mattering not the enemy
Smashed by our love
It shall be
We can do anything

For alone they fall
Shattered pieces and all
But glued with love
They may defeat all

Scars may ensue
Pain will imbue
Fighting for it will pass
All shall be well
All will be well

All battles won
He finds his master
Her fraughtness becomes not
They now stand tallest

Gone the need of help
Lost is displeasure
Happiness in place
Rejoice forever

For alone they fall
Shattered pieces and all
But glued with love
They may defeat all

Scars did ensue
Pain had imbued
Fighting for it will pass
All was not well
All became well

Scars have healed
Pain’s torment sealed
All is now good
All is forever well

This is the story
My heart has
To tell
Originally written July 2010
Kyla Plummer Jan 2019
When I have closed the
Door, turned my back.
Please..
Let me go.
I have forgiven. Now
I want only to be free.
Imploration to let me be.

Once when I was
Consumed by such vile
Emotions, I was so heavy.
Forgiveness has shown me
Freedom.

That freedom I wish to
Keep. Please
Let me go. I
Want to be free.
I love you always.
But stay with all those
Raw emotions I had,
Stay-
Behind me.
The vertical of the uncontrolled kinetics was distant from the contemplation of the gods of the catastrophes accepting that they had to save these souls that were ******* before the inclination of the southern part of the island when it was crowded in the height, similar when the lord appeared to Saint Paul in Damascus for the reconversion of souls. The fury dried the air and became unbreathable as it exploded before the astonished gaze of those lacerated by the intricacies of the earth, seeing that Saturn, Mars, and Jupiter came into conjunction, when the sun revolved around itself, accelerating its kinetics. perigee. The misgivings took hold and the feet of all were static without finding footholds in some astrometereology, to ask the archangels for the vindicatory flame, far from the arid atmosphere that Mercury produced when wanting to abstain and block the uncontrolled Sun. The intense and changing winds that emanated from the caverns, thus micro hurricanes constellated in Aorion and Taurus. The darkness came out of the Pleiades from dark hands that envisioned the codes and omens for those who were not empowered by the claws when they aligned themselves in Taurus, and Mycenae was ahead of said forecast in the Agios Andreas choreography that on this occasion was trilocated to the resistor in the same chorography of Patras, where the Apostle Andrew was announcing them between kings and generals. Everything argued from the veins of the meanders where it could be described that thunder came from the clouds and that they were absorbed by the cracks preceded by the vigorous bells, and the bellowing of Vernarth as if they were in the hypocenter of the Arbela site, when all the soldiers ran after other human species and Brisehal bellowed at them, emulating his master's senses of terror. The roar of combat was comparable to the tremors of men running towards the lows of the earth, which spit foul-smelling whiffs from within. The galleries were hidden above and below the earth, the blows were overwhelmed by compact solid plates that flew over the lost earth, the Stymphalos protected with their bronze wings the lacerated and Marie des Vallées, who in turn encouraged Vernarth who fought to protect Theus and Vikentios with Wonthelimar near masses pierced by the blast of the fiery wind. Some adobes were classified within the taxonomy of the bricks that were fortified in the corners of the Hellenic temple that resisted with its flying buttresses when the embankment was raised and settled again after an undulating goal of venerable swaying to a Sybilla in trance. The waves ceased the wind at high tide and the contrary Metelmi winds were made worse than any anger in the heat of a forge when there were few hoes to open the wasteland of Apollo.

They had to wait for forty-five days, all refugees in the meander, when the sea was gathered after having overcome the masses of the hydro-earthquake, in any exhibition in front of anyone saying goodbye with imploration. Vernarth was in a decline with the support of his donkeys who had come from the Eclectic Portal to assist him in the face of this typology that with them he could minimize. The sixth version of his rest Vernarth desisted them for causes of the delirium of repentance that showed the image of the twelve apostles before the scientists approached from Vernarth's Rhema who quantified the approach of the moralities that could not even be collected in all the libraries of the World, nor less in the perspicacity of who can write it in the extrinsic of the Parnassus or the Acropolis. The whole irrational approach was divinized in the externalities of all the slight edges of the Milky Way, creating underground incense fire in what is said of the tests adjacent to the springs of knowledge, to console the mourners towards a Tractatus where they will revolutionize the meanings of the signifier.

Zefian says upon emerging: “what collision affects the movements of the world when the body vibrates with fear and not with emotion. The Fourth Sagita collided with Mercury and the Sun, everything took hold from the Aorion belt, for them, the uneasiness is reflected in the death, by not resisting the rude speed of the ancient episodes, which in turn are in the geological testimony from where all geological ethical matrix is ​​born. As dignity is aquatic given its immense contention as a sinful solid, the solids wish to leave their prison causes with a habitual broken-down bustle of the valleys and mountains, which only the land contains and not the sea. The ocean, when it shakes, lashes its adversaries with the Aorion club, which could be imaginary or its own ethics that cross the seas and is made of containment in lárvic amphibious lands "
Larvics  Aphibious
Mateuš Conrad Feb 2018
-
permission? concession? short script, or bypass, beer goggles? the easy path? why don't these women concede the freudian madonna-***** complex? i'm supposed to feel castrated all the ****** time? (this is what you call a ?-cascade, an antithesis of egoism). whenever schizophrenia is medical condition exploited by politico and not addressed poetically, metaphorically: after all, i am right handed, which means the following slant: \ (left to right). ever visited a *******? one calls you a good person, the other tells you she gets regular *** checks to mind a concern for a negation of ease disease... point being: i understand the concept of transaction, but otherwise the spaghetti muddle of "free" men and women? shoom! a boeing jet just flew past my head and managed to shave my crop off... now my cranium is a fertile plot of bone that allows a variety of mushrooms to sprout from.

how much of feminism is actually
"a" philosophy?
       "probably" none of it,
             mark them, and make them
stand in line,
       there is no philosophical impetus
behind this movement,
         there's a beauty in philosophy
in that: it's impractical...
    that's the vain posit of this "art"
(rather a technicality)
                         or what's:
    i'm hardly the magician who's going
to disappear with due imploration
to do so, without death itself...
   just give me an outlet for
   spewing all of this,
           and i am not exactly a sociable
person...
                silent like a grave...
             perhaps on third party demands,
but in the immediate sense?
yet Θ translates itself back into Φ...
         a key, and a door...
                        and i mean that when
feminism is chattering...
                   it's pure politics...
             stating the ****** obvious,
  but i was suspicious about it
                    with that layer of its narrative
that could have claimed it to be a
   philosophy...
                 how beautiful:
         as θought becomes a φilosophy...
there is no anti-philosophy though,
        there's but the comedy of ridicule,
simplified as poking...
                    i had to,
    the whole point of this chattering actually
tempted me to throw a penny into
the debate...
             ****, should have joined the army
rather than studied chemistry,
to subsequently translate it into
            a semi-comprehensible language.

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