john-michael-mawhorter - Hello Poetry

I have never Carpe'd or Semper'd Nor carved someone's name into a tree I was never a man.

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Mar 8, 2016

Mar 8, 2016 at 11:04 PM UTC

I have never Carpe'd or Semper'd Nor carved someone's name into a tree I was never a man.

leaning against the door pressure outside implosion crushed up burnt and wooden is how the ship is sailing off without me wrack and tooth nail and jetsam barrel me tarred i would prefer to be sealed shut inside this structure

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Mar 8, 2016

Mar 8, 2016 at 11:00 PM UTC

leaning

leaning against the door pressure outside implosion crushed up burnt and wooden is how the ship is sailing off without me wrack and tooth nail and jetsam barrel me tarred i would prefer to be sealed shut inside this structure

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Tapping Always into The aether Signals elevated beyond noise Into sculpturrets of sound Meaning one thing to the receiver Deceiver Transcoder and Sent out always lacking enough but always containing just the nothing aw ay from precision built out of the lines lie and do not stand still this one is coming in hot it reads we invented telegraphy backwards and sent messages ourselves into the future.

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Jan 24, 2016

Jan 24, 2016 at 11:45 PM UTC

Telegraphy

Tapping Always into The aether Signals elevated beyond noise Into sculpturrets of sound Meaning one thing to the receiver Deceiver Transcoder and Sent out always lacking enough but always containing just the nothing aw ay from precision built out of the lines lie and do not stand still this one is coming in hot it reads we invented telegraphy backwards and sent messages ourselves into the future.

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Body

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Jan 20, 2016

Jan 20, 2016 at 8:50 PM UTC

Enough Strength in the weakness That has always pained the body of people Man hues and cries and yet Wo to the woe inside our hearts Take everything and burn it And shall we not be ashamed Of course the party is just the vanguard for Humanities last defeat The foe is ourselves And let the last dead person call "I win!"

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Jan 20, 2016

Jan 20, 2016 at 4:30 PM UTC

Not

Enough Strength in the weakness That has always pained the body of people Man hues and cries and yet Wo to the woe inside our hearts Take everything and burn it And shall we not be ashamed Of course the party is just the vanguard for Humanities last defeat The foe is ourselves And let the last dead person call "I win!"

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the matches Let flame encounter Drought wood We must burn up Carbon itself Until they are convinced We were always in too little of a hurry To die Penniless as a dog in the grave we prepared for them

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Jan 20, 2016

Jan 20, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC

Strike

the matches Let flame encounter Drought wood We must burn up Carbon itself Until they are convinced We were always in too little of a hurry To die Penniless as a dog in the grave we prepared for them

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Each contain seven pictures Each drawn and quartered Third easel'd and painted The fourth merely this world and if you add together the dis continents and containments The Field lies unplowed beyond each square of pavement Black hardwood and rainments Bishoprics and taints Elementary you say, we'll ain't it quaint Four Sevens is enough to turn my year ago Enough is how much they say can fill up just one Drawer well add pluralities of empathy and subtract my ego thats hurting for wealth and you'd have some Thing like an object which could represent Well Health is just environments inside shelves of disorder They rarely start me in winter fold fall back to summer and Spring A gracious step across lilypads Strafe not for air covers ground patrols sweep Submariners are the only kind I know not who they are these Cheats I take for honest Honest men I could count on my middle finger Me and you Two Well One is just a Drawer On a cabinet Which I no longer own and it contains the air inside it and whatever you put in it Well I own that too.

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Jan 16, 2016

Jan 16, 2016 at 1:00 AM UTC

Seven Drawers

Each contain seven pictures Each drawn and quartered Third easel'd and painted The fourth merely this world and if you add together the dis continents and containments The Field lies unplowed beyond each square of pavement Black hardwood and rainments Bishoprics and taints Elementary you say, we'll ain't it quaint Four Sevens is enough to turn my year ago Enough is how much they say can fill up just one Drawer well add pluralities of empathy and subtract my ego thats hurting for wealth and you'd have some Thing like an object which could represent Well Health is just environments inside shelves of disorder They rarely start me in winter fold fall back to summer and Spring A gracious step across lilypads Strafe not for air covers ground patrols sweep Submariners are the only kind I know not who they are these Cheats I take for honest Honest men I could count on my middle finger Me and you Two Well One is just a Drawer On a cabinet Which I no longer own and it contains the air inside it and whatever you put in it Well I own that too.

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Smash smashitalism Smashitall Smashemup

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Jan 15, 2016

Jan 15, 2016 at 6:33 PM UTC

Smash

Smash smashitalism Smashitall Smashemup

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We never knew it If you called the phone was ringing on a line that led nowhere The pain didn't shake itself to frothing fury We merely spilled an accidental ant infestation Could be ordered by dripping maple syrup out of pocket Certificate On Demand <>< <>< <>< Well they are also being trawled Trolled, rolled, and hashed Backwards into oblivion Forwards we march to the void With no uniform but the one you made us pay for With every ability but the one to accept a bit of discipline A lashing of the tongue A rolling of the eyes These we claim as ekstatic empyrean and lofty Base and belonging We have never had much of a chance or survived Making time is the one operation that computers are incapable of doing accurately The slow movements of tektonik A bit of spatial dejazz Combines slyruping away at our self-gnawing ganymede Diana sysysus There are Bacchantic poems Earth is playing slower and heavier with us Then then there them We decided deicide was old hats and new sweaters path-dependencies Llavanderias and futbol gols for 2016 never score again if winning tastes like the defeat of all desire than massage me back into a fashion I need a sauna and 3 bathing attendants The stars need less light from us and more humble pie The pour poor por que por que no?

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Jan 15, 2016

Jan 15, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC

Discipline

We never knew it If you called the phone was ringing on a line that led nowhere The pain didn't shake itself to frothing fury We merely spilled an accidental ant infestation Could be ordered by dripping maple syrup out of pocket Certificate On Demand <>< <>< <>< Well they are also being trawled Trolled, rolled, and hashed Backwards into oblivion Forwards we march to the void With no uniform but the one you made us pay for With every ability but the one to accept a bit of discipline A lashing of the tongue A rolling of the eyes These we claim as ekstatic empyrean and lofty Base and belonging We have never had much of a chance or survived Making time is the one operation that computers are incapable of doing accurately The slow movements of tektonik A bit of spatial dejazz Combines slyruping away at our self-gnawing ganymede Diana sysysus There are Bacchantic poems Earth is playing slower and heavier with us Then then there them We decided deicide was old hats and new sweaters path-dependencies Llavanderias and futbol gols for 2016 never score again if winning tastes like the defeat of all desire than massage me back into a fashion I need a sauna and 3 bathing attendants The stars need less light from us and more humble pie The pour poor por que por que no?

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None I have given up on America ever having been a place an emplacement or even on ideas being worth publicly defending There is only my old cretinous certainties life and extinction.

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Jan 13, 2016

Jan 13, 2016 at 2:31 AM UTC

Abilities

None I have given up on America ever having been a place an emplacement or even on ideas being worth publicly defending There is only my old cretinous certainties life and extinction.

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