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"lemming" poems

Back to the scrawling pad a cheap red notebook wide ruled, with the perforated pages in it in case I wanna punch one out easily Those moleskin daze were measly Thinking I'm creative and potent but spending two years to fill those tiny pages Please, help me reinvent the feel and manifest it to real, accomplishment Songs, verse, or vice grip words to change a nation with - to start a new nation with Bokonon Bhikkhu hurling Pikachus down from Mt. Olympus land on the concrete with lemming splat Get the metaphor? I don't. Make your own up I just an absurdest A poor boy humming Queen and writing rap atrocities Nah, the rap "apocalypse" minus all the apostrophes Write so much anything anyone says from now until oblivion was just quoting me!

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Jan 4, 2015

Jan 4, 2015 at 12:38 PM UTC

Sometimes a Cocky Rapper

Back to the scrawling pad a cheap red notebook wide ruled, with the perforated pages in it in case I wanna punch one out easily Those moleskin daze were measly Thinking I'm creative and potent but spending two years to fill those tiny pages Please, help me reinvent the feel and manifest it to real, accomplishment Songs, verse, or vice grip words to change a nation with - to start a new nation with Bokonon Bhikkhu hurling Pikachus down from Mt. Olympus land on the concrete with lemming splat Get the metaphor? I don't. Make your own up I just an absurdest A poor boy humming Queen and writing rap atrocities Nah, the rap "apocalypse" minus all the apostrophes Write so much anything anyone says from now until oblivion was just quoting me!

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The sun bakes down heavily on a plastic micro planet in Orlando, Florida where crowded trams drop American bushels of tourists into an alien world. Quickly fantasy comes alive through a corporation of disguise. The workers mask themselves in a drapery of familiar life -like costumes to charm little children’s hearts. They smile wildly, carving a clear dimple line on the but of their cheeks. Walt’s Disney World must have driven every one of America’s circuses out of business. The flying trapeze is too elegant, people now want to be strapped in, buckled up and whipped around to forcibly experience the true velocity of entertainment. Even the participant’s attire is geared for this third world oblivion. Neon ***** packs rest like bloated kangaroo pouches on fat sweaty old lady’s round hips, their plump fingers holding on to leashed harnesses reined to their child’s small chest. This is vacation, strangers of people in massive conglomerations with confused expressions and burnt faces. Even the food seems wickedly unnatural, like an artificial order of burning plastic and sour dough surprise. Waiting is the enthusiast’s pastime as parades of anxious voyeurs are captivated by a trance fixation of lights and whistles. They line up like schools of lemming, plunging on rides, one by one. This is the place Where memories are made And dreams come true

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Sep 25, 2010

Sep 25, 2010 at 12:25 PM UTC

Walt Disney World, Orlando Florida

The sun bakes down heavily on a plastic micro planet in Orlando, Florida where crowded trams drop American bushels of tourists into an alien world. Quickly fantasy comes alive through a corporation of disguise. The workers mask themselves in a drapery of familiar life -like costumes to charm little children’s hearts. They smile wildly, carving a clear dimple line on the but of their cheeks. Walt’s Disney World must have driven every one of America’s circuses out of business. The flying trapeze is too elegant, people now want to be strapped in, buckled up and whipped around to forcibly experience the true velocity of entertainment. Even the participant’s attire is geared for this third world oblivion. Neon ***** packs rest like bloated kangaroo pouches on fat sweaty old lady’s round hips, their plump fingers holding on to leashed harnesses reined to their child’s small chest. This is vacation, strangers of people in massive conglomerations with confused expressions and burnt faces. Even the food seems wickedly unnatural, like an artificial order of burning plastic and sour dough surprise. Waiting is the enthusiast’s pastime as parades of anxious voyeurs are captivated by a trance fixation of lights and whistles. They line up like schools of lemming, plunging on rides, one by one. This is the place Where memories are made And dreams come true

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When he was seventeen years old, your protagonist asked his father a question about heartbreak, his own perhaps. The father answered: "Why would she love you? I can see why? You're acting like a ***** Each line a question, demanding an answer. Answers your protagonist did not have. So your protagonist ventured out into the world, and became a rambler. Rambling off nonsense with the rapidity of lemming chatter. He became the great Rambler, mumbling about love, until even his dreams became ****** up streams of language. He caromed off cliffs of reality bumping against those barriers of his fatherland until he was hurtling into the rambling ocean to drown unconsciously.

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Mar 1, 2012

Mar 1, 2012 at 9:28 AM UTC

The Season of the Lemmings.

When he was seventeen years old, your protagonist asked his father a question about heartbreak, his own perhaps. The father answered: "Why would she love you? I can see why? You're acting like a ***** Each line a question, demanding an answer. Answers your protagonist did not have. So your protagonist ventured out into the world, and became a rambler. Rambling off nonsense with the rapidity of lemming chatter. He became the great Rambler, mumbling about love, until even his dreams became ****** up streams of language. He caromed off cliffs of reality bumping against those barriers of his fatherland until he was hurtling into the rambling ocean to drown unconsciously.

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Teenagers write poems about sadness And I diagnose Drain false narcissistic depth I choose to diagnose Girls that moan about darkness I can try emphasize At a therapeutic distance Walls rather a leather settee Cry me your conjured problems The attention that you desperately need Hug into my False intellectual façade You want your name in lights Rose-colored perception Of a overused typecast Your sadness poetic and bottomless Caught in the flight Spotlight That you cannot bear Insipid perpetuity Whining and moaning and whining Life in hard and it is not fair I’ve seen it all before But should I sit Put myself high on a pedestal Satisfied with my own scholarly ruse What I lack in qualifications I make up in apathy You wear a different coat You messy attention grabbing Poetically distraught Attracted to the next sparkly thing That will make you more interesting You magpie, you lemming, you I will hold your hand if you hold mine

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Jun 3, 2014

Jun 3, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC

How to be a Cocky ******* Part I

Teenagers write poems about sadness And I diagnose Drain false narcissistic depth I choose to diagnose Girls that moan about darkness I can try emphasize At a therapeutic distance Walls rather a leather settee Cry me your conjured problems The attention that you desperately need Hug into my False intellectual façade You want your name in lights Rose-colored perception Of a overused typecast Your sadness poetic and bottomless Caught in the flight Spotlight That you cannot bear Insipid perpetuity Whining and moaning and whining Life in hard and it is not fair I’ve seen it all before But should I sit Put myself high on a pedestal Satisfied with my own scholarly ruse What I lack in qualifications I make up in apathy You wear a different coat You messy attention grabbing Poetically distraught Attracted to the next sparkly thing That will make you more interesting You magpie, you lemming, you I will hold your hand if you hold mine

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i have spent all this weekend building voodoo dolls out of belly-button lint, newspaper clippings, pipe cleaners, and tufts of my own hair. They all have names. The Fearless Lemming. Odenkirk. Mr. Tweezles. Vexorg, the Merciless. Bob. *Forgive me father, for i have sinned and i liked it...* Vexorg, true to his name, slew the Lemming in single combat. It was...disturbing, at best, and quite messy. Mr. Tweezles betrayed his sacred post as medicine man, poisoning Vexorg with krokodil. I thought Odenkirk would exhibit strength of character, but he fled in the night like a ***** most likely in fear of Bob. Mr. Tweezles should have paid attention to that turn of events. Bob fancied himself an attorney, and Mr. Tweezles thought himself clever and indestructible. i am Dark Helmet, playing puppet-master with my dolls, red-handed intercepted. Today's horoscope: Fear death by stupidity.

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Oct 27, 2013

Oct 27, 2013 at 7:21 PM UTC

i have spent all this weekend building voodoo dolls out of belly-button lint, newspaper clippings, pipe cleaners, and tufts of my own hair. They all have names. The Fearless Lemming. Odenkirk. Mr. Tweezles. Vexorg, the Merciless. Bob. *Forgive me father, for i have sinned and i liked it...* Vexorg, true to his name, slew the Lemming in single combat. It was...disturbing, at best, and quite messy. Mr. Tweezles betrayed his sacred post as medicine man, poisoning Vexorg with krokodil. I thought Odenkirk would exhibit strength of character, but he fled in the night like a ***** most likely in fear of Bob. Mr. Tweezles should have paid attention to that turn of events. Bob fancied himself an attorney, and Mr. Tweezles thought himself clever and indestructible. i am Dark Helmet, playing puppet-master with my dolls, red-handed intercepted. Today's horoscope: Fear death by stupidity.

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Flies in the haze morning sputter and splay. Water drops from leaves rolling with the blown Blades. The windy whoo of the owls fade, Blue buried eyes cradled in the hollow Trees, the swamps seeker is quietly rustled, Wings of panoply, spangle-speckle the wind, Over the flames of autumn, talons thistle, Crown the dominion of the fall, fade in Sporting meadows colour, till the dive, Balm of field, marsh, all ignites. Lever pale Winds finger through the leaves gravely And rake as you raid, shoulders that burning vale, Casualties of insect, the lemming song sings Mouse and vole flash, dark, sparkles the clearing.

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Jun 2, 2012

Jun 2, 2012 at 2:31 PM UTC

Flies in the haze morning sputter and splay. Water drops from leaves rolling with the blown Blades. The windy whoo of the owls fade, Blue buried eyes cradled in the hollow Trees, the swamps seeker is quietly rustled, Wings of panoply, spangle-speckle the wind, Over the flames of autumn, talons thistle, Crown the dominion of the fall, fade in Sporting meadows colour, till the dive, Balm of field, marsh, all ignites. Lever pale Winds finger through the leaves gravely And rake as you raid, shoulders that burning vale, Casualties of insect, the lemming song sings Mouse and vole flash, dark, sparkles the clearing.

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They swoon on behalf of the exalted one Brandishing the sword of the spirit Deliberately making a racket Tremolo picking ******* on the man’s marrow Sitting on a pick nick blanket Kicking up new ground You sure have a knack This is the taste of terror Remember what you have learned For now, for when? Forever Leave no stone unturned Just wait your turn A blind recommended private eye Take into deep consideration Deliver me from the life of a lemming Diving off a cliff into a cesspool Daunted, left helpless in the courtyard Belated birthday gifts given so thoughtlessly Nonchalant sarcasm afterward They shall not speak henceforth These are the days of madness The sanity you’ll lose The colorblind in glasses Receiving Rubix Cubes Tell me what’s the use? Running across the T-ball field Frightening a legion of geese A teenage thrill only to realize My shoes were covered in stool The banshee so aerodynamic Its yawp makes my head split Calling collect just to say Your virility is too impressionable We were the living theater From which your inspiration derived The kettles of fish and cans of worms we opened That we cannot deny We will not lie We are dead From the neck up From the neck up From the neck up

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Mar 20, 2014

Mar 20, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC

They swoon on behalf of the exalted one Brandishing the sword of the spirit Deliberately making a racket Tremolo picking ******* on the man’s marrow Sitting on a pick nick blanket Kicking up new ground You sure have a knack This is the taste of terror Remember what you have learned For now, for when? Forever Leave no stone unturned Just wait your turn A blind recommended private eye Take into deep consideration Deliver me from the life of a lemming Diving off a cliff into a cesspool Daunted, left helpless in the courtyard Belated birthday gifts given so thoughtlessly Nonchalant sarcasm afterward They shall not speak henceforth These are the days of madness The sanity you’ll lose The colorblind in glasses Receiving Rubix Cubes Tell me what’s the use? Running across the T-ball field Frightening a legion of geese A teenage thrill only to realize My shoes were covered in stool The banshee so aerodynamic Its yawp makes my head split Calling collect just to say Your virility is too impressionable We were the living theater From which your inspiration derived The kettles of fish and cans of worms we opened That we cannot deny We will not lie We are dead From the neck up From the neck up From the neck up

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The Universe is compelled to Upgrade! Stars, Nebula, even Black Holes must be Improved! **Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Sis Boom Bah! Rah! Rah! Rah! Sis Boom Bah!** It is risen! It is risen! It is Risen! Most marvelous, miraculous divine device! Forget turning water into wine... Lame! Forget Muhammed moving that mountain... Lame! Let Lazarus flop back into the tomb... Lame! This is Miracle as it was meant to be! Oh grand glorious God of International Capitalism! The triumphant product of American Genius manifest in the work of many skilled primates' foreign hands. Truly an event of Startling Global Significance! And you have stood like a lemming on methamphetamine many long hours in the rain to be possessed by its majesty and now it is yours, yours, yours, yours alone for only $649 dollars plus a few hundred monthly. Let all the bells be rung! Let high Hosannas be sung! A phone so smart it was beta tested on the lobotomized and made them look like slightly scarred Steven Hawings! The apps that are available will explode your existence! They can provide *********** wipe your *** ******* you. Yes! Imagine Siri willingly kneeling between your legs! Oh, but what to do about that first important call or text? It must be equal in loftiness to this Digital Masterpiece! Perhaps command it to call Obama and implore him to gain weight, or Alexander Putin to tell him a Polar Bear needs wrestling, or perhaps God to tell him he is no longer necessary. No, all of these are far too paltry for that first message. Instead, tell Siri to search for the nearest Lunatic Asylum and book as many cells as possible for self-obsessed consumers. That way they can text and call in medically supervised bliss, undisturbed until Apple provides them with the next Transfiguration. It will probably only be six months from now... Suckers.

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Oct 1, 2015

Oct 1, 2015 at 8:18 AM UTC

The iPhone Six Plus Is Here!

The Universe is compelled to Upgrade! Stars, Nebula, even Black Holes must be Improved! **Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Sis Boom Bah! Rah! Rah! Rah! Sis Boom Bah!** It is risen! It is risen! It is Risen! Most marvelous, miraculous divine device! Forget turning water into wine... Lame! Forget Muhammed moving that mountain... Lame! Let Lazarus flop back into the tomb... Lame! This is Miracle as it was meant to be! Oh grand glorious God of International Capitalism! The triumphant product of American Genius manifest in the work of many skilled primates' foreign hands. Truly an event of Startling Global Significance! And you have stood like a lemming on methamphetamine many long hours in the rain to be possessed by its majesty and now it is yours, yours, yours, yours alone for only $649 dollars plus a few hundred monthly. Let all the bells be rung! Let high Hosannas be sung! A phone so smart it was beta tested on the lobotomized and made them look like slightly scarred Steven Hawings! The apps that are available will explode your existence! They can provide *********** wipe your *** ******* you. Yes! Imagine Siri willingly kneeling between your legs! Oh, but what to do about that first important call or text? It must be equal in loftiness to this Digital Masterpiece! Perhaps command it to call Obama and implore him to gain weight, or Alexander Putin to tell him a Polar Bear needs wrestling, or perhaps God to tell him he is no longer necessary. No, all of these are far too paltry for that first message. Instead, tell Siri to search for the nearest Lunatic Asylum and book as many cells as possible for self-obsessed consumers. That way they can text and call in medically supervised bliss, undisturbed until Apple provides them with the next Transfiguration. It will probably only be six months from now... Suckers.

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Flies in the haze morning sputter and splay. Water drops from leaves rolling with the blown Blades. The windy whoo of the owls fade, Blue buried eyes cradled in the hollow Trees, the swamps seeker is quietly rustled, Wings of panoply, spangle-speckle the wind, Over the flames of autumn, talons thistle, Crown the dominion of the fall, fade in Sporting meadows colour, till the dive, Balm of field, marsh, all ignites. Lever pale Winds finger through the leaves gravely And rake as you raid, shoulders that burning vale, Casualties of insect, the lemming song sings Mouse and vole flash, dark, sparkles the clearing.

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Dec 14, 2013

Dec 14, 2013 at 1:24 PM UTC

Flies in the haze morning sputter and splay. Water drops from leaves rolling with the blown Blades. The windy whoo of the owls fade, Blue buried eyes cradled in the hollow Trees, the swamps seeker is quietly rustled, Wings of panoply, spangle-speckle the wind, Over the flames of autumn, talons thistle, Crown the dominion of the fall, fade in Sporting meadows colour, till the dive, Balm of field, marsh, all ignites. Lever pale Winds finger through the leaves gravely And rake as you raid, shoulders that burning vale, Casualties of insect, the lemming song sings Mouse and vole flash, dark, sparkles the clearing.

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Flies in the haze morning sputter and splay. Water drops from leaves rolling with the blown Blades. The windy whoo of the owls fade, Blue buried eyes cradled in the hollow Trees, the swamps seeker is quietly rustled, Wings of panoply, spangle-speckle the wind, Over the flames of autumn, talons thistle, Crown the dominion of the fall, fade in Sporting meadows colour, till the dive, Balm of field, marsh, all ignites. Lever pale Winds finger through the leaves gravely And rake as you raid, shoulders that burning vale, Casualties of insect, the lemming song sings Mouse and vole flash, dark, sparkles the clearing.

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Aug 23, 2013

Aug 23, 2013 at 1:46 PM UTC

Flies in the haze morning sputter and splay. Water drops from leaves rolling with the blown Blades. The windy whoo of the owls fade, Blue buried eyes cradled in the hollow Trees, the swamps seeker is quietly rustled, Wings of panoply, spangle-speckle the wind, Over the flames of autumn, talons thistle, Crown the dominion of the fall, fade in Sporting meadows colour, till the dive, Balm of field, marsh, all ignites. Lever pale Winds finger through the leaves gravely And rake as you raid, shoulders that burning vale, Casualties of insect, the lemming song sings Mouse and vole flash, dark, sparkles the clearing.

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Rubber ***** fired, like grapeshot from cannons, through a hall of xylophones and trampolines. Lemming pianos, evacuated en masse down a spiral staircase, piling, a heap of discordant corpses, at the foot of the last stair. The screaming of a star smeared across space and pasted, like paint, onto the smirking invisible face behind a singularity.

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Jun 7, 2014

Jun 7, 2014 at 5:09 AM UTC

God's In the Cacophony

Rubber ***** fired, like grapeshot from cannons, through a hall of xylophones and trampolines. Lemming pianos, evacuated en masse down a spiral staircase, piling, a heap of discordant corpses, at the foot of the last stair. The screaming of a star smeared across space and pasted, like paint, onto the smirking invisible face behind a singularity.

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What does a lemming have but deep love Among his lemming clan? And how Happy they are, falling from above Right next to their family and friends They run and they jump In one big fat clump Falling to their scary, watery death Not a fun plunge, but perhaps we can learn To love like lemmings Until we have nothing left

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Nov 28, 2011

Nov 28, 2011 at 6:31 PM UTC

What does a lemming have but deep love Among his lemming clan? And how Happy they are, falling from above Right next to their family and friends They run and they jump In one big fat clump Falling to their scary, watery death Not a fun plunge, but perhaps we can learn To love like lemmings Until we have nothing left

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Political policies; panhandled; purchased Options? Opinions? Opted out Like lemming lightly leaping Instead interested in intre$t Taken totally to the top Individuals internally interrupted Casually castrated, cautiously captured Some sad sadistic soul

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Sep 18, 2012

Sep 18, 2012 at 8:43 PM UTC

American republic

Political policies; panhandled; purchased Options? Opinions? Opted out Like lemming lightly leaping Instead interested in intre$t Taken totally to the top Individuals internally interrupted Casually castrated, cautiously captured Some sad sadistic soul

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There are times I just want to escape the grid the credit cards the credit scores the bills and percentage rates the charge and taxation on necessary human commodities The consumerism The slaving landscape The lemming mentality the ever shadowing electronic device in my pocket the focus on obtaining such Where ignorance becomes acceptable to the future of our existence Where currency is the the ultimate shackle that makes us only clamor for more the unavoidable contact with detrimental chemicals and all the people who dreamily roll around in it Sometimes I just want to buy a cabin in upper Michigan too far, useless and meaningless for any political or corporate conglomerate to want but how the hell would I get the internet?

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Nov 24, 2014

Nov 24, 2014 at 6:06 PM UTC

A Fellow Inmate

There are times I just want to escape the grid the credit cards the credit scores the bills and percentage rates the charge and taxation on necessary human commodities The consumerism The slaving landscape The lemming mentality the ever shadowing electronic device in my pocket the focus on obtaining such Where ignorance becomes acceptable to the future of our existence Where currency is the the ultimate shackle that makes us only clamor for more the unavoidable contact with detrimental chemicals and all the people who dreamily roll around in it Sometimes I just want to buy a cabin in upper Michigan too far, useless and meaningless for any political or corporate conglomerate to want but how the hell would I get the internet?

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Infodatajargonspeak covers up the truth Going down together techno-stuff-up spoof. You are just a lemming Swimming in the tide Washing back and forward No one is your guide Ecomath ignored by all Sun still rises, true Underneath it starts to stall Will it affect you? Navigate the future path Plan beyond today Minimising nature’s wrath There must be a way.

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Jun 16, 2012

Jun 16, 2012 at 2:24 AM UTC

Infodatajargonspeak covers up the truth Going down together techno-stuff-up spoof. You are just a lemming Swimming in the tide Washing back and forward No one is your guide Ecomath ignored by all Sun still rises, true Underneath it starts to stall Will it affect you? Navigate the future path Plan beyond today Minimising nature’s wrath There must be a way.

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Desire expressed manifests in moments Genesis to geneticist alpha to omega, Eden Armageddon and a particular flat stone I'm flinging at that pile of H2O It skips, predictably, causing surface ripples under a line of predefined arcs each described by gravity and water molecules neatly arranged in surface tension that reflects this day ... blue as the clear sky and a peaceful wavelength we know as harmony I'm wondering who desired such perfection... Enabled energy, proclaimed pebbles Caused a lake to feel at home right here Read Darwin some respond you're only here because a primal pond appeared somehow someway backwhen and that famous fertile germ opted for a brave new world with homo-sapiens conveniently mapped to its single cell Dadadadaaa! Dumdeedee dumb! Dvorak wonders too Backwards, on slow-motion rewind lofty intellects scratch and munch in flaky wonderland ever plotting the self-indulgent, Lemming way 'ahead' Independence day drags drearily on Take fifty! ... A more human-friendly God created in our image ... lest we forget the beast I, me, first-person-one, Oh you're lookin' good! Lets put that that triple 6 trinity to work Replete, till death us do part, we do things My Way ala Frank (and certain gorillas with cigars) Thus is the compliment returned Man attains an ever lower High place Pass my slice of cake please Myopic, entropic moments loop their mobius strips ever further down the food chain Highways congeal and earth chokes desperation Small wonder Wisdom opposes pride Shows His face to humble folk Invites shepherds to witness Jupiter in Virgo's womb Rouses them with a shofar blast come Kingdom come.

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Jun 27, 2010

Jun 27, 2010 at 2:13 AM UTC

Skipping Stones

Desire expressed manifests in moments Genesis to geneticist alpha to omega, Eden Armageddon and a particular flat stone I'm flinging at that pile of H2O It skips, predictably, causing surface ripples under a line of predefined arcs each described by gravity and water molecules neatly arranged in surface tension that reflects this day ... blue as the clear sky and a peaceful wavelength we know as harmony I'm wondering who desired such perfection... Enabled energy, proclaimed pebbles Caused a lake to feel at home right here Read Darwin some respond you're only here because a primal pond appeared somehow someway backwhen and that famous fertile germ opted for a brave new world with homo-sapiens conveniently mapped to its single cell Dadadadaaa! Dumdeedee dumb! Dvorak wonders too Backwards, on slow-motion rewind lofty intellects scratch and munch in flaky wonderland ever plotting the self-indulgent, Lemming way 'ahead' Independence day drags drearily on Take fifty! ... A more human-friendly God created in our image ... lest we forget the beast I, me, first-person-one, Oh you're lookin' good! Lets put that that triple 6 trinity to work Replete, till death us do part, we do things My Way ala Frank (and certain gorillas with cigars) Thus is the compliment returned Man attains an ever lower High place Pass my slice of cake please Myopic, entropic moments loop their mobius strips ever further down the food chain Highways congeal and earth chokes desperation Small wonder Wisdom opposes pride Shows His face to humble folk Invites shepherds to witness Jupiter in Virgo's womb Rouses them with a shofar blast come Kingdom come.

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Flies in the haze morning sputter and splay. Water drops from leaves rolling with the blown Blades. The windy whoo of the owls fade, Blue buried eyes cradled in the hollow Trees, the swamps seeker is quietly rustled, Wings of panoply, spangle-speckle the wind, Over the flames of autumn, talons thistle, Crown the dominion of the fall, fade in Sporting meadows colour, till the dive, Balm of field, marsh, all ignites. Lever pale Winds finger through the leaves gravely And rake as you raid, shoulders that burning vale, Casualties of insect, the lemming song sings Mouse and vole flash, dark, sparkles the clearing.

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Oct 18, 2013

Oct 18, 2013 at 3:37 PM UTC

Flies in the haze morning sputter and splay. Water drops from leaves rolling with the blown Blades. The windy whoo of the owls fade, Blue buried eyes cradled in the hollow Trees, the swamps seeker is quietly rustled, Wings of panoply, spangle-speckle the wind, Over the flames of autumn, talons thistle, Crown the dominion of the fall, fade in Sporting meadows colour, till the dive, Balm of field, marsh, all ignites. Lever pale Winds finger through the leaves gravely And rake as you raid, shoulders that burning vale, Casualties of insect, the lemming song sings Mouse and vole flash, dark, sparkles the clearing.

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Flies in the haze morning sputter and splay. Water drops from leaves rolling with the blown Blades. The windy whoo of the owls fade, Blue buried eyes cradled in the hollow Trees, the swamps seeker is quietly rustled, Wings of panoply, spangle-speckle the wind, Over the flames of autumn, talons thistle, Crown the dominion of the fall, fade in Sporting meadows colour, till the dive, Balm of field, marsh, all ignites. Lever pale Winds finger through the leaves gravely And rake as you raid, shoulders that burning vale, Casualties of insect, the lemming song sings Mouse and vole flash, dark, sparkles the clearing.

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Sep 24, 2012

Sep 24, 2012 at 12:39 PM UTC

Flies in the haze morning sputter and splay. Water drops from leaves rolling with the blown Blades. The windy whoo of the owls fade, Blue buried eyes cradled in the hollow Trees, the swamps seeker is quietly rustled, Wings of panoply, spangle-speckle the wind, Over the flames of autumn, talons thistle, Crown the dominion of the fall, fade in Sporting meadows colour, till the dive, Balm of field, marsh, all ignites. Lever pale Winds finger through the leaves gravely And rake as you raid, shoulders that burning vale, Casualties of insect, the lemming song sings Mouse and vole flash, dark, sparkles the clearing.

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Flies in the haze morning sputter and splay. Water drops from leaves rolling with the blown Blades. The windy whoo of the owls fade, Blue buried eyes cradled in the hollow Trees, the swamps seeker is quietly rustled, Wings of panoply, spangle-speckle the wind, Over the flames of autumn, talons thistle, Crown the dominion of the fall, fade in Sporting meadows colour, till the dive, Balm of field, marsh, all ignites. Lever pale Winds finger through the leaves gravely And rake as you raid, shoulders that burning vale, Casualties of insect, the lemming song sings Mouse and vole flash, dark, sparkles the clearing.

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Mar 31, 2013

Mar 31, 2013 at 1:17 PM UTC

Flies in the haze morning sputter and splay. Water drops from leaves rolling with the blown Blades. The windy whoo of the owls fade, Blue buried eyes cradled in the hollow Trees, the swamps seeker is quietly rustled, Wings of panoply, spangle-speckle the wind, Over the flames of autumn, talons thistle, Crown the dominion of the fall, fade in Sporting meadows colour, till the dive, Balm of field, marsh, all ignites. Lever pale Winds finger through the leaves gravely And rake as you raid, shoulders that burning vale, Casualties of insect, the lemming song sings Mouse and vole flash, dark, sparkles the clearing.

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Make the skies eternal limits I'm shooting for a paper moon A thin white line disappears The Crescent city blooms She rises from the river Without the sky's inner inhibitons She commands all her passions Painting exhibitions There is no distance Between each and every line She is my perpetual lemming Flung from from the cliffs of time Dark haired Creole woman Body damp with sweat The gumbo boils in desire You're my "Day-glo" dash board saint Kissing white moonlit ******* That dance with each and every ****** C'mon shakedown the stars Ashes made by burning lust

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Oct 15, 2014

Oct 15, 2014 at 4:51 PM UTC

South-by-Southwest

White breasted women

Make the skies eternal limits I'm shooting for a paper moon A thin white line disappears The Crescent city blooms She rises from the river Without the sky's inner inhibitons She commands all her passions Painting exhibitions There is no distance Between each and every line She is my perpetual lemming Flung from from the cliffs of time Dark haired Creole woman Body damp with sweat The gumbo boils in desire You're my "Day-glo" dash board saint Kissing white moonlit ******* That dance with each and every ****** C'mon shakedown the stars Ashes made by burning lust

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Don't always take the road most travelled sometimes the best road to take is the one most empty and go to someplace new Roads all have an ending place And some of them are lost Because people won't venture off The highway, no matter what the cost The road less travelled used to be The place where people go It's only taken by the locals now Because only locals know The best place isn't always busy sometimes the best is in the back Take the road where others go And you'll never go off track Hold the grass down, start a path Make your own road where you live You only reap just what you sow so show me what you have to give Travelling the popular road You know the one you've done before Makes you less an individual And makes you lemming number four So, blaze a trail, and take the road That few have ever seen You never know, you may end up Where the grass is truly green Lead people by example don't just go the same old way So, take the road less travelled And have a road trip...say...today!!!

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Apr 14, 2013

Apr 14, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC

Take The Road Less Travelled

Don't always take the road most travelled sometimes the best road to take is the one most empty and go to someplace new Roads all have an ending place And some of them are lost Because people won't venture off The highway, no matter what the cost The road less travelled used to be The place where people go It's only taken by the locals now Because only locals know The best place isn't always busy sometimes the best is in the back Take the road where others go And you'll never go off track Hold the grass down, start a path Make your own road where you live You only reap just what you sow so show me what you have to give Travelling the popular road You know the one you've done before Makes you less an individual And makes you lemming number four So, blaze a trail, and take the road That few have ever seen You never know, you may end up Where the grass is truly green Lead people by example don't just go the same old way So, take the road less travelled And have a road trip...say...today!!!

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"Pics or it didn't happen" and the lemming-herd of uneducated Google debunkers and farming opinions from TV shows and arguing before being willing to listen are watch-signs of cowardice and servility and emotional isolation. Through abstraction we have distanced ourselves from presence and experience and other people, and now we can't even imagine what it was like or why we bothered. Just win - win! - and we can perpetuate our division! Ignorance has become a coping mechanism for ignorance.

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Aug 12, 2015

Aug 12, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC

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Generation of Ruin

"Pics or it didn't happen" and the lemming-herd of uneducated Google debunkers and farming opinions from TV shows and arguing before being willing to listen are watch-signs of cowardice and servility and emotional isolation. Through abstraction we have distanced ourselves from presence and experience and other people, and now we can't even imagine what it was like or why we bothered. Just win - win! - and we can perpetuate our division! Ignorance has become a coping mechanism for ignorance.

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Flies in the haze morning sputter and splay. Water drops from leaves rolling with the blown Blades. The windy whoo of the owls fade, Blue buried eyes cradled in the hollow Trees, the swamps seeker is quietly rustled, Wings of panoply, spangle-speckle the wind, Over the flames of autumn, talons thistle, Crown the dominion of the fall, fade in Sporting meadows colour, till the dive, Balm of field, marsh, all ignites. Lever pale Winds finger through the leaves gravely And rake as you raid, shoulders that burning vale, Casualties of insect, the lemming song sings Mouse and vole flash, dark, sparkles the clearing.

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Jan 18, 2013

Jan 18, 2013 at 8:49 PM UTC

Flies in the haze morning sputter and splay. Water drops from leaves rolling with the blown Blades. The windy whoo of the owls fade, Blue buried eyes cradled in the hollow Trees, the swamps seeker is quietly rustled, Wings of panoply, spangle-speckle the wind, Over the flames of autumn, talons thistle, Crown the dominion of the fall, fade in Sporting meadows colour, till the dive, Balm of field, marsh, all ignites. Lever pale Winds finger through the leaves gravely And rake as you raid, shoulders that burning vale, Casualties of insect, the lemming song sings Mouse and vole flash, dark, sparkles the clearing.

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( Sonnet ) Flies in the haze morning sputter and splay. Water drops from leaves rolling with the blown Blades. The windy whoo of the owls fade, Blue buried eyes cradled in the hollow Trees, the swamps seeker is quietly rustled, Wings of panoply, spangle-speckle the wind, Over the flames of autumn, talons thistle, Crown the dominion of the fall, fade in Sporting meadows colour, till the dive, Balm of field, marsh, all ignites. Lever pale Winds finger through the leaves gravely And rake as you raid, shoulders that burning vale, Casualties of insect, the lemming song sings; Mouse and vole flash, dark, sparkles the clearing.

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Aug 24, 2015

Aug 24, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC

( Sonnet ) Flies in the haze morning sputter and splay. Water drops from leaves rolling with the blown Blades. The windy whoo of the owls fade, Blue buried eyes cradled in the hollow Trees, the swamps seeker is quietly rustled, Wings of panoply, spangle-speckle the wind, Over the flames of autumn, talons thistle, Crown the dominion of the fall, fade in Sporting meadows colour, till the dive, Balm of field, marsh, all ignites. Lever pale Winds finger through the leaves gravely And rake as you raid, shoulders that burning vale, Casualties of insect, the lemming song sings; Mouse and vole flash, dark, sparkles the clearing.

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jarring.no melody. Scarring.No reverie Rotund.Not svelt. Verbose.not soothing. Coarse. Not felt Come. A card has been delt. A farthing is due. Pound of flesh or two. Come.skip to his leu.a tortuous dirge. Come to the very end of days. Come children, no turn to return to. My child. A lemming's trance . Dutifull ant by rote. Chant-like. Forward to the witches castle. Then stumble.to the horizon To the witche's castle. To scatter there.Fodder held ******* to the wayward wind. Hubris comes calling. Now falling To forever or never.... forever.

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Sep 14, 2013

Sep 14, 2013 at 11:09 PM UTC

geno-cattouse-1

The piper plays tin horn

jarring.no melody. Scarring.No reverie Rotund.Not svelt. Verbose.not soothing. Coarse. Not felt Come. A card has been delt. A farthing is due. Pound of flesh or two. Come.skip to his leu.a tortuous dirge. Come to the very end of days. Come children, no turn to return to. My child. A lemming's trance . Dutifull ant by rote. Chant-like. Forward to the witches castle. Then stumble.to the horizon To the witche's castle. To scatter there.Fodder held ******* to the wayward wind. Hubris comes calling. Now falling To forever or never.... forever.

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