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 May 2013 TV
JM
Sand of centuries
 May 2013 TV
JM
Today I killed
the last piece
of love
inside me.

I fed it poison
and watched it
convulse and die
as the cicadas rotated
shifts in my ears.

Yesterday a blind woman
touched my face
as I carried her through
the desert to
the Holy Lake in the mountains.
She touched my face
and asked me to put her down;
she no longer wanted my help
because she knew my
nothing was greater than hers.

Tonight I drink the shadows
of your name, heavy with
time.
 May 2013 TV
JM
Here and now, alone,
My thoughts turn to you,
your pale skin
your new glasses.
Your black hair is
getting longer.
I didn't expect to find
a picture of you waiting
for me this morning,
I didn't expect to
feel this emptiness
eat me again.

I thought I was getting better.
 May 2013 TV
JM
I'm sick of writing *******
angst fueled piles of
**** poems about how much
I think about stupid *******
and how I sickly miss their sadistic
tendencies exercised upon my
unsuspecting psyche.

I write of greys and nothings
and try to create murky landscapes
because I'm ******* bored and high
and I know that kind of ****
resonates with some of you creepy *******.

I wrote so many ******* poems for her,
for you, dearest.
So many poems I thought you would see
how much I love you, how much I would give all of myself.
For nothing.
I told you no the other day,
after not hearing from you for months.
That twisted my guts but I asked
my sister what to do and she is
one of the few creatures with a ******
I trust.

I'm sick of reading other peoples
**** of lost love and broken hearts
and **** gone wrong and he loves
her but she likes ***** and *******
empty heads smashing empty hearts
and abuse and neglect and so many
******* gut wrenching tales of woe
it makes me sad to be a part of this..
pathetic conglomeration of fools, humans.

Sure, there is some positive **** out there,
but even that makes me want to puke.
I'm envious and doubtful, cynical and jaded.

I want to believe my one is out there,
but I'm not getting any prettier
or any smarter
and I have grown weary of
even trying to try.

I'm tired and ******
and I just want a soft
sweet smelling pile of flesh
next to me rubbing my
temples and whispering in my ear
stories of bugs and latex body paint
and what dress she is going to wear
for me.

****.

I'm tired of writing poems like this
and I'm tired of reading poems like this
and I only want a sweet dripping ***** on my face.
I never claimed to be a poet.
 May 2013 TV
JM
If I
 May 2013 TV
JM
am not kissing you
within five seconds
of seeing your eyes
in shared sunlight,
then the earthworms
will swarm to our
feet and by seven seconds
our tongues will touch
and the universe will
stop holding it’s breath,
knowing our time has begun.
 Apr 2013 TV
st64
The HelmetWord
 Apr 2013 TV
st64
The world within, the world without.....

1.
Within.....

Like laser-specs wide over eyes and ears
Total immersion to it all
Cyber-screen no-one can see
And clips on eyes, for when they knock....

Can travel places, yet not move a toe
Can duel anyone, anyplace to any match
Yet, this contraption'll cost an arm or leg
No matter, not needed....chop off leg and forever p(l)ay!





2.
Without......

This is for when they decide to
Disturb your game, with something lame
You listen with such arch patience
Ramble over, time to go within....and back to.....

Plug in and ....play!


S T, 07 April 2013
Gives new meaning to.....going within
:-/

Just an outrageous outlook on a new product (not yet in existence, don't think so, lol)....where you can step into another realm via this helmet....place it over your head and....off ye go!
(We're getting there, though....in the movies)

The HelmetWor(l)d....
When you lock into this mode....you step into twisted time...so, hours later, you can, for example.....step out again...still a kid, but with a much older mind....

No prizes for guessing which path our future generations will take in this futuristic take on cyber-life.....


There was the industrial revolution at the turn of the 20th century...from manual labour in 1900...to machinery in factories (and the first car and telephone, no?)....to more refined equipment.....then, TV.......to the development of computers in the 1970's....then to the PC hardly two decades later.....and NOW, where are we?

Little rectangular blocks which allow telecommunication.....cells
The world at your fingertips, thanks to globalisation......iPads, notebooks, Net
Blocks of metal, with armchairs in...to transport you......cars, vehicles
A matte block in the living room, to entertain you......TV plus accessories
Tiny pieces of things which can hold several LP's......memory sticks
A circular disk...to watch a whole movie ...DVD's, CD's
Another type of block can watch, record and monitor.....camera
Blocks...and more blocks....

Many, many more strange and wonderful things, blah....

Yet.
Isn't civilisation moving a tad fast, at this rate?

In no other century, has technology out-paced itself as much as in the 20th century....

Not being plaintive, mind...for, benefits do prevail, no question.
(Like, advancements in medical and educational fields)

But at what holistic cost to humanity, as a whole.....when other spheres of life, are neglected?
Such as spiritual....active, organic lifestyles....non-aggressive and considerate decorum.....gratitude for small mercies.....reading (yes, reading! too many kids are not willing participants to good literature)......

What example do we show via our actions to the younger minds, who are reeling yet coping (almost alarmingly, too well!) with the onslaught of (apparently free, yet forced) ideas: frivolous trend-setting and distorted value-shaping, "inflate(able)" role-models, and the like..... through constant media barrage?

This teaches and reinforces the culture of instant gratification.

Are we doing our UTMOST to guard against that sway, ourselves?
Or merely close the eyes...and succumb.....

Maybe there's nothing we can do......just nothing.
Really?

Virtual life is not real.
What then, will reality be? (Reality-type programmes?)

Here's to "going.....within".....good luck to the human race.
We sure do need it!

Pax **** Sapien

:)
 Apr 2013 TV
Ashlyn Kriegel
Growing up I discovered that it is innate
In human nature
To find, seek, or beg for affection.
I stayed silent in order to watch those around me:
Some were good at capturing attention
Like on a warm summer night
And children and running around with glass jars
Procuring fireflies that shine like precious gems.
These children had the talent of keeping the fireflies
Dazzling for days.
Some sought after the coveted attention,
With their baited fishing poles in hand,
They patiently waited in the middle of the lake
And held onto their prize when caught
Until it died when they would go and fish for a new one.
Perhaps a longer, bigger, heavier, more valuable catch.
Some are light, ethereal,
Like a subtle perfume you can only smell
When you are mere inches away from the wearer.
They are sweet and not too persistent in their ways.
I continued to watch
And place people in these categories.
What they all in common, though,
Was selling their precious:
The fireflies, the fish, the perfume.
I looked to myself,
What did I have to sell? To offer?
Anything at all?
Surely I wasn’t as skilled as the lightning bug trapper
Or as patient as the fisherman
Or as fragrant as the perfume-wearer.
Instead, I was the girl
Who would admire the stars for all they are,
But not try to keep one;
Who would live in the now
Rather than feebly attempting to move my watch
Back a few years.
It was then I realized,
My love is not for sale.
 Apr 2013 TV
JM
Here and now
 Apr 2013 TV
JM
First warm day in months,
raking uncovered flowers.
Parks fill with laughter.
 Mar 2013 TV
JM
Taboo offensive
 Mar 2013 TV
JM
******, addiction.
Baby ******, ******.
Self **** your own soul.
 Mar 2013 TV
Redshift
i'm starting to get the feeling
that i'm being jipped
duped
what do they say?
wool over the eyes
an' ****
i wore that little black dress
with the frazzled flowers
and the scooped neck
that you like
(i guess i didn't know you liked it...)
funny that the neck is called scooped
you wanted to scoop
me out of
that dress
tonight

i always get this feeling
when i trip
and fall in love
as i stand up,
scrape myself off
i am
suddenly suspicious...
what the hell did i trip over
anyway
you gotta trip
to fall
i get the feeling
that i tripped over a mountain
and fell in a puddle
what the **** was the whole mountain **** about
i'm really not too keen on this puddle
 Mar 2013 TV
Hannah Sabine
it's 1:36 in the morning
and i have a hunger
in the pit of my stomach
that can only be satisfied
with the knowledge that
you, dear, might be aching
for me too.
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