casey-leann - Hello Poetry

All things were together. The mind came and arranged them. –Anaxagoras We have placed you here and you there. You have a name and a group. Do not stray. To choose is to judge. To understand is to label. Out of Chaos we have borne you And your clones, And the clones of these clones. What once was a jumble of harmony, Is now a sectioned map with directions And a compass to point right or wrong Everything was given to us as one, We have chosen to understand.

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Feb 13, 2012

Feb 13, 2012 at 5:31 PM UTC

Philosophy - An Epigraph Poem

All things were together. The mind came and arranged them. –Anaxagoras We have placed you here and you there. You have a name and a group. Do not stray. To choose is to judge. To understand is to label. Out of Chaos we have borne you And your clones, And the clones of these clones. What once was a jumble of harmony, Is now a sectioned map with directions And a compass to point right or wrong Everything was given to us as one, We have chosen to understand.

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Here is where you fought the neighborhood bully, Where your mother braided your hair for the first time And your beloved dog ran away. Here is where your children played children's games like "Mother May I" And your brother begged for money And you played cards and drank lemonade on murky summer nights. Here is where it rained and snowed and shined and repeated. Here is familiar. Here is home. The paint is chipped and the railing is rusted, But you know. You know that Here is okay. Just as much as Here knowns your touch. Your oils chipped that paint, Your shoes caked that grime, And your oxygen filled that space. Here knows. Your footsteps and your fingerprints are sensed Within the pulsation of a crumbling foundation. Stone, brick, and cement Sturdy as glass. You shatter. Step by rotting step from your heels to your head you explode under the cataclysmic pressure of Here. Your eyes sharpen, jutting out. Your hands tense, bursting into slivers of thorns pin pricking spines of painful ruptures. You climb on sticks of legs Screaming in all directions for escape as you body mirrors your mind. You climb the dilapidated stairs, Chipping white paint, Scraping the corners of nostalgia. Here was familiar. Here was home. Here knows in flashes Of children running, Toddler in toe, bustling, A life worth remembering. But inside Here... A There Of broken wood and slipping plaster pieces dusting With too much deep engraving to be picked up, dusted off, and placed anew, Too public, Too private. A There so near to Here, Yet too far from you. You know. For Here you stay exploded, Fracture in fear Of a There that's far too close.

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Dec 1, 2011

Dec 1, 2011 at 3:30 AM UTC

Sense

Here is where you fought the neighborhood bully, Where your mother braided your hair for the first time And your beloved dog ran away. Here is where your children played children's games like "Mother May I" And your brother begged for money And you played cards and drank lemonade on murky summer nights. Here is where it rained and snowed and shined and repeated. Here is familiar. Here is home. The paint is chipped and the railing is rusted, But you know. You know that Here is okay. Just as much as Here knowns your touch. Your oils chipped that paint, Your shoes caked that grime, And your oxygen filled that space. Here knows. Your footsteps and your fingerprints are sensed Within the pulsation of a crumbling foundation. Stone, brick, and cement Sturdy as glass. You shatter. Step by rotting step from your heels to your head you explode under the cataclysmic pressure of Here. Your eyes sharpen, jutting out. Your hands tense, bursting into slivers of thorns pin pricking spines of painful ruptures. You climb on sticks of legs Screaming in all directions for escape as you body mirrors your mind. You climb the dilapidated stairs, Chipping white paint, Scraping the corners of nostalgia. Here was familiar. Here was home. Here knows in flashes Of children running, Toddler in toe, bustling, A life worth remembering. But inside Here... A There Of broken wood and slipping plaster pieces dusting With too much deep engraving to be picked up, dusted off, and placed anew, Too public, Too private. A There so near to Here, Yet too far from you. You know. For Here you stay exploded, Fracture in fear Of a There that's far too close.

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Vertiginous Loss of brain Can't quite focus In this ****** of ecstasy Climaxing Her pink body on top of mine Metallic clangs and Plastic bangs We connect Cupping her hips we meld our metals together. Together we sit Fitting leg in leg Arm in arm interlocking Her body on top of mine The smell of her plastic grazing my seat Her bottom, underneath stained with gum and disregard I keep Upon my lap the tickle of her back set a distance from my own a way to come closer pink on pink metal on metal we sit together. Together we are proud Publicly alone Embracing in Totality Windows close around us Fits of Dysfunction The Wonky Garbled Mess Fading to Chaos to nothing... blackened dizziness of unreality as we sit encircled embracing forever alone together.

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Dec 1, 2011

Dec 1, 2011 at 3:30 AM UTC

Together (Vertiginous 2253)

Vertiginous Loss of brain Can't quite focus In this ****** of ecstasy Climaxing Her pink body on top of mine Metallic clangs and Plastic bangs We connect Cupping her hips we meld our metals together. Together we sit Fitting leg in leg Arm in arm interlocking Her body on top of mine The smell of her plastic grazing my seat Her bottom, underneath stained with gum and disregard I keep Upon my lap the tickle of her back set a distance from my own a way to come closer pink on pink metal on metal we sit together. Together we are proud Publicly alone Embracing in Totality Windows close around us Fits of Dysfunction The Wonky Garbled Mess Fading to Chaos to nothing... blackened dizziness of unreality as we sit encircled embracing forever alone together.

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I've been crossed for far too long... my liver is black, my lungs are green, and my fingers are white. Its time for me to sober up from liquor, **** and hope.

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Dec 1, 2011

Dec 1, 2011 at 3:27 AM UTC

Crossed

I've been crossed for far too long... my liver is black, my lungs are green, and my fingers are white. Its time for me to sober up from liquor, **** and hope.

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