machina-miller - Hello Poetry

bestow my grips with candid strength i quench and i quench but the thirst always returns if I could lift this libidinous weight i would only return it to my shoulders

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Jun 11, 2017

Jun 11, 2017 at 12:57 PM UTC

*****

bestow my grips with candid strength i quench and i quench but the thirst always returns if I could lift this libidinous weight i would only return it to my shoulders

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i will rub the liniment of self-made into my soul or else i get the hose again coral and porous i walk spotless through anemones and crystalline sea floor forests allergic to tree ***** and tiny green armies of self-propagating space dust inimitably flippant bourgeoisie teetotalling kommandant gone in a puff of turmeric lifted to the world of spirits like a vestibule on a scissor-lift

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May 2, 2017

May 2, 2017 at 2:04 AM UTC

you scrub and you scrub

i will rub the liniment of self-made into my soul or else i get the hose again coral and porous i walk spotless through anemones and crystalline sea floor forests allergic to tree ***** and tiny green armies of self-propagating space dust inimitably flippant bourgeoisie teetotalling kommandant gone in a puff of turmeric lifted to the world of spirits like a vestibule on a scissor-lift

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sometimes i think i see the bubbles of the infinities in-between things but i don't i have brain trauma

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Apr 25, 2017

Apr 25, 2017 at 2:07 AM UTC

bonk th' noggin

sometimes i think i see the bubbles of the infinities in-between things but i don't i have brain trauma

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i'm the hirsute nectarine man i speak soft streams of exegesis phonemes i've got the mob in my hand, they've got the cops in their pocket hand me the cash! hand me the cash! i'll take over the world! i wanna get high! i want my legs to be hundreds of feet long and my **** to swing around my knees! shove it in your face! shove it! i am the archon! i am the agelessness of ontology! i watched the moutains crumble to dust and i laughed, and i pressed the big red button! my nightmare isn't any dreaming place it's heaven on earth what a wonderful world where the sicknesses can come to play where the tommy's and dandy's can frolic and all the cats can get ****** and the warlords all chortle and the bric-a-brac is never stolen! i live in an amusement park my soapbox is full of holes but they just let the sun shine in on the flowers i've planted at my feet

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Mar 15, 2017

Mar 15, 2017 at 1:07 AM UTC

Slimmy's Lament

i'm the hirsute nectarine man i speak soft streams of exegesis phonemes i've got the mob in my hand, they've got the cops in their pocket hand me the cash! hand me the cash! i'll take over the world! i wanna get high! i want my legs to be hundreds of feet long and my **** to swing around my knees! shove it in your face! shove it! i am the archon! i am the agelessness of ontology! i watched the moutains crumble to dust and i laughed, and i pressed the big red button! my nightmare isn't any dreaming place it's heaven on earth what a wonderful world where the sicknesses can come to play where the tommy's and dandy's can frolic and all the cats can get ****** and the warlords all chortle and the bric-a-brac is never stolen! i live in an amusement park my soapbox is full of holes but they just let the sun shine in on the flowers i've planted at my feet

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the anti-siren alarm song collapses the dimensions of the oneiric realm, fidgeting infinitesimally, the tangled engine of acidic tubes combusts last nights pepperoni bacon chorizo pizza all of sparta trembles stalagmites shake loose and dust the bedclothes, cemented eye-lashes decalcify and split, as two stumbling gargantuan steps off the promontory of your bed lead an unguided hand to the light-switch the florescent hum gnaws at you a singular parameter in the speaking mind's running mouth “caffeinate me” a hill, no, a mountain, no, a sheer abyss 'the stairs', a godly ascent an ascent for winged creatures of light creatures with legs for arms, zeppelin-like centipedes legs whose construct are Dalían, nightmarish vaulting apparatuses, whose step is a bound and whose bound is a flight, as if all of the thirteen foot-tall steps become cliffsides and all of the cliffsides become interdimensional worm-holes as the distance between two mustard seeds grows and exceeds the circumference of the universal ellipse we see our premonitions are of infinite potentiality. resignedly, we take the first step the next twelve follow succinctly. we reach the ochre chamber of caffeine only to be halted by a question a sempiternal question, a question of mythic, unverifiable stature a plaguing question, a question rooted in our achey-breaky hearts and nigh-arthritic bones, rooted in the seeping pathos of our ritualized morning zombie-shuffle: but it doesn't get asked today, we drink coffee the world is right-side up again.

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Feb 1, 2017

Feb 1, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC

LIX: III

the anti-siren alarm song collapses the dimensions of the oneiric realm, fidgeting infinitesimally, the tangled engine of acidic tubes combusts last nights pepperoni bacon chorizo pizza all of sparta trembles stalagmites shake loose and dust the bedclothes, cemented eye-lashes decalcify and split, as two stumbling gargantuan steps off the promontory of your bed lead an unguided hand to the light-switch the florescent hum gnaws at you a singular parameter in the speaking mind's running mouth “caffeinate me” a hill, no, a mountain, no, a sheer abyss 'the stairs', a godly ascent an ascent for winged creatures of light creatures with legs for arms, zeppelin-like centipedes legs whose construct are Dalían, nightmarish vaulting apparatuses, whose step is a bound and whose bound is a flight, as if all of the thirteen foot-tall steps become cliffsides and all of the cliffsides become interdimensional worm-holes as the distance between two mustard seeds grows and exceeds the circumference of the universal ellipse we see our premonitions are of infinite potentiality. resignedly, we take the first step the next twelve follow succinctly. we reach the ochre chamber of caffeine only to be halted by a question a sempiternal question, a question of mythic, unverifiable stature a plaguing question, a question rooted in our achey-breaky hearts and nigh-arthritic bones, rooted in the seeping pathos of our ritualized morning zombie-shuffle: but it doesn't get asked today, we drink coffee the world is right-side up again.

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I ***** my tongue on the tip of this query I drink salt-water from the goblet through dry cracked lips for surely it must follow because I am lead by the nose by sickening diaphanous rhythms, coerced to contort how flagrant must be my penitence transcendental in inverse, from upon my oaken tower pitched, tarred and alight! shall I make fetishes of my motions maybe I will castrate myself on public television cackling madly into the broadcast bearing the thorny fruits of my loom aloft I do not know where to go this does not seem like my home I feel alien I swallow too much air there is a dullness to all edges I hear breaking glass in every noise what paralytic sickness is this that not innervation but violence possesses me I would be the wolf that eats the world and not the seeds in every pod but the sun also rises so the wolf does lie

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Jan 29, 2017

Jan 29, 2017 at 10:27 AM UTC

LXI: II

I ***** my tongue on the tip of this query I drink salt-water from the goblet through dry cracked lips for surely it must follow because I am lead by the nose by sickening diaphanous rhythms, coerced to contort how flagrant must be my penitence transcendental in inverse, from upon my oaken tower pitched, tarred and alight! shall I make fetishes of my motions maybe I will castrate myself on public television cackling madly into the broadcast bearing the thorny fruits of my loom aloft I do not know where to go this does not seem like my home I feel alien I swallow too much air there is a dullness to all edges I hear breaking glass in every noise what paralytic sickness is this that not innervation but violence possesses me I would be the wolf that eats the world and not the seeds in every pod but the sun also rises so the wolf does lie

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the watermelon strikes an evening match and crows a-roostin' on the adirondack what wipporwill wouldn't ire o' that with dungaree vest and wacky tobacc'

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Jan 5, 2017

Jan 5, 2017 at 2:11 AM UTC

the sesh

the watermelon strikes an evening match and crows a-roostin' on the adirondack what wipporwill wouldn't ire o' that with dungaree vest and wacky tobacc'

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the portcullis grinds to a halt the red, leering cyst Solipsism tints the looking glass :blustery, warm afternoon breeze smoothes out the crinkling of the wrinkly overcast soul as a hurried little sheikh, an aged caucasian woman blisters past me on two be-tighted legs tensely betwixt solemnity and nervousness; i wonder why i hurry everywhere a man with one full human leg on crutches in an astronauts effigy tripods a very deliberate but rickety path slowly leaps his spider arms his cyborg motorcyclists helmet obstructing none but the least aware from peering at his character "*doting on windmills every day is a partition the great event; theatre epic, "Life!" presenting everything ever, filtered and engraved by humanitis there's you and who you were, where you've been, how you're going to be and in no personal regard --Psyche is a selection of the universe, propped up by consciousness. it exists in no True sense, but it is as it does due processes aside.*" --to paraphrase his silent proclaimation look into the annals and you may deduce humanity has made a rather good run of things we no longer stick each others heads on pikes or burn women who float at a stake blot out the eternal sunshine the well-wishing hypocrite of everymind, who robs us of choice hovering the carrot of dreams in place learn to live through the brimstone rain and choking dust because volcanoes give birth to islands

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Dec 27, 2016

Dec 27, 2016 at 2:13 PM UTC

schlpp

the portcullis grinds to a halt the red, leering cyst Solipsism tints the looking glass :blustery, warm afternoon breeze smoothes out the crinkling of the wrinkly overcast soul as a hurried little sheikh, an aged caucasian woman blisters past me on two be-tighted legs tensely betwixt solemnity and nervousness; i wonder why i hurry everywhere a man with one full human leg on crutches in an astronauts effigy tripods a very deliberate but rickety path slowly leaps his spider arms his cyborg motorcyclists helmet obstructing none but the least aware from peering at his character "*doting on windmills every day is a partition the great event; theatre epic, "Life!" presenting everything ever, filtered and engraved by humanitis there's you and who you were, where you've been, how you're going to be and in no personal regard --Psyche is a selection of the universe, propped up by consciousness. it exists in no True sense, but it is as it does due processes aside.*" --to paraphrase his silent proclaimation look into the annals and you may deduce humanity has made a rather good run of things we no longer stick each others heads on pikes or burn women who float at a stake blot out the eternal sunshine the well-wishing hypocrite of everymind, who robs us of choice hovering the carrot of dreams in place learn to live through the brimstone rain and choking dust because volcanoes give birth to islands

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"Alright bro, it's time to access your most Tubular Chakras, pound a couple' healing quartz' and nail that bluntslide off the Infinite Moment "I'm talking full Self-Actualization bro- Straight-up, Enlightenment "You're going to be telling ******* about that time you were in Nirvana, But wait- One can never falter from Nirvana once attained, Radical "You are Metatron's Cube- Buzz me, Mulatto"

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Dec 6, 2016

Dec 6, 2016 at 2:15 AM UTC

shred

"Alright bro, it's time to access your most Tubular Chakras, pound a couple' healing quartz' and nail that bluntslide off the Infinite Moment "I'm talking full Self-Actualization bro- Straight-up, Enlightenment "You're going to be telling ******* about that time you were in Nirvana, But wait- One can never falter from Nirvana once attained, Radical "You are Metatron's Cube- Buzz me, Mulatto"

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identity!!! Identity, aaagh!! IDENTITY IDENTITY BWAAAAAOOOOOOOMMMM WHOOOOOOOOOSSSHHHH IIIIIIIIDENTTIIIITTYYYY

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Dec 2, 2016

Dec 2, 2016 at 3:54 PM UTC

identity

identity!!! Identity, aaagh!! IDENTITY IDENTITY BWAAAAAOOOOOOOMMMM WHOOOOOOOOOSSSHHHH IIIIIIIIDENTTIIIITTYYYY

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