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JAM Feb 2016
RECORD: AROUND MY HEAD
FROGMAN: CAGE THE arrogANT

The Word to me became a secret,
which i re-sired to risk-over;
to her it was a cravancy,
which she sthrought to triple with imaginations of hers
cho-zen.
-- Victor Frankenstein, Johnny

Kevin Flynn (Johnny's): The DeadHead. Digital Frontier Psychiatry.
                                           I tried to picture it,
                                          stores of data as they moved through the mind.
                                      
                                       What did they Store away?
                                       Hopes?
                                       Dreams?

                                       Were the lines of throught like all-free-ways?
                                       I kept dreaming of words I thought I'd never catch.
                                       And then, one moment...

7 Year Old Sam Flynn (Suzy's): You got it.

Kevin Flynn (Johnny's): That's right, man.
                                               I got it.

Frank: It was strange the way it happened.
           Suddenly... you get a brache!

           All of the collected throughts seem to fit into place.
           What a sucker you've been,
           what a FTOOL you've been.
           The answer was there all the time.
            It took an Instinctual Moment to make it happen.
            AN ACCIDENT!
            And that is how I disco-veersed the secret.
            that elusive thought, that...
            thought that is the test of freedom...
            YES I have that data!
            I hold the key to freedom... ITSELFSE!

STOP: TURN THOUGHT
The Letter-Ing: chos-zen threads
thirteenth or last
in a series of poems made of quotes
one part to a whole
its sum has yet to be totaled
may be more than its parts
subject to change
Venice Oaper May 2018
Walang forever sa taong bitter
Pero pano ka naman di ma bbitter
Kung yung ex mo kasi cheater

Sa una lang magaling
Susundin lahat ng hiling
Kala mo naman gwapo. FEELING!

Chos. Gwapo nga siya
Kaya nga lapitin ng disgrasya
Ubos ang pera sa’king alkansya

Ginagasta pang dota niya
Pati sa ibang babae. Walanghiya!
Susumbong ko siya kay kuya.

Minahal ko yun nang todo
Matalino ako pero naging bobo
Ang dali niya pala akong naloko

Siya pa nakipaghiwalay
Sa chat pa. Jusq dai!
Walang itlog ka bai.
Echos lang. Hindi hango sa totoong buhay.
Butch Decatoria Aug 2016
[This piece is a grower, one of my lengthier poems, but don't worry - just enjoy the journey on my ride.]


Craigs Schindler's
the Personals, VIP - Invite
Lists
Of "A" Listers on the DL
Haters D-Listing us...

So yeah, I got on
Craig's Intersection on Chrome,
and this what I read...

[MEN Seeking Men]
"Amen and good luck on finding the One in here"

Cyber-ly here,
We Seekers seeking Sick seas
to feel pleased,

Should of made a quick sticky
Note - "It's like looking through a filth mag."
with a mouse to turn the page
No need to feel shame.

Let's give us a chance,
Cyber here be
like - click - pics - clack
opens where we view
at that - a close up of a Mr.'s

**** Slong Johnson Peter Pecker Wood
(Don't ****)

Mushroom tops / Low sagging sacs...
The next pic - *click click
is also Member only.
Who's ads dare say
self-description / Promo / Sales' Pitch
A one-liner catch phrase

Hook  Line  And  Sinker.

**** Pleasures.  All your needs.
Age : 26 / Location : Strip.
His pic is also ****.

Where's my Cub? Top seeks Bttm
Bottom of the list
but still - It's Equal Opportunity Miss.

Late Night ******* looking for a Regular
(You know like how dogs keep going back
   to the same spot he ******)

Want a *******--22

Nips and JO (You know J for Jack and then Off)

Busco Chavito Activo M4M
Muchacho's Quatro Mi'cha-chos

All-American for encounters with the Same - discreet

Pages on pages of this place
Cyber Ether Web
And the address for such sites
     No longer a conversation chat room to connect
its business of exchanges
no one likes wasting time
getting nothing
     No one cares for a walk in quick-sand sludge
drowning in mud

In excess we numb our selves
from the heavy absence of Life
but I dare say :
     "Self-Respect is Love -Self - Love"
I stop flipping through the pages
of **** upon **** pics
a few body and **** shots
not one of a face
     without shade, beanies, hoods, photo-shopped
"disguise" - is the same as "hide"
so not to be recognized
so ridiculed with embarrassed shame
where they respect you at work

Must not end up like **** on Craig's list.
And without a pic, I place my own post

Yearning for Mr.'s **** Slong Johnson / Peter Pecker Wood
(Just for kicks--curiosity--what kind responds replies)
It's a gamble on here
Cyber-ly in there - with lists raining
*** and **** and misters (its hot in Sin city).

What's cookin'--who's lookin' -- Sookies
****** and Chance
perchance ...

To dream and in that dream, Feel...
when all I feel is blue
**** Slong Johnson Peter Pecker Wood
wit deez ... nuts
Family Jewels
Nothing but wanting for nutting

Don't be a ****
and go look for some kind of kindness
some kind of beautiful
life of a Love Life
back then when in the back of an '80's
pink station wagon...

Howling at the moon as all dogs do,
And no sign of a ******

Thank goodness thanks to She
All
Mothers love
my Juliet's
with sincerest respect


Don't forget to look for Love
now
**"I bow to the Divine in You"
Ellie Belanger Jan 2015
in a house full of

                                  nothing

the camera
l
u
r
k
s
like a ******,

silently

                                                     watches

the floor weep into it's
--------------------------------------FOUNDATION----------------­----------------------------

and the knock!
                 knock!
                   knock!

coming from the                                                              ­  
                                                                                                         closet door

echos
  chos
   hos
    os

and we sit
and stare
at
heart-winning photographs;
the children we used to
be

                                                       we  silently

seep in the remembrance;

narcissus
was
   not
     in
       love
with himself

he was
  in
    love
       with
         h-h i-i s-s   s-s h-h a-a d-d o-o w-w,
the perceived


                                                        nothin­g


Just a trick
of  -   -   -   light
f
a
  l
    l
     i
      n
        g

out of books
like
l
e
  a
   v
    e
     s

of emotion,
like

F

       A

                 T

                              H

                             ­             O

                                                 ­         M

                                                     ­                      S

                                                   of suffering

                                                /  T / O / R / N /
from your
l  i  p  s

like black tar on your
s   k   i   n  

camouflage
for
the



                    A              B                 Y                      S                       S
I just finished reading House of Leaves.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2015
F          orever
R                eal
E  chos in my
life is     E                         lectric.
Thanks P@ul.
Lust
Officially
Velvet
Electrifying

Fever
Ocean
­
Rooms
Electronics
Vinyls
Echos
R**ebounds

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