Current poems in progress...

Your hips are an open labyrinth

Your hips are an open labyrinth
flat as the still sea
curved as the earth
but deep enough to surrender myself
under
in their pleasant stupor.
Your thighs will provide
no end of rational confusion
as I grasp them from
underneath
and ply you for answers
ever upward and overtop.
Your lips are a quiz
each kiss new mystical snakeskins slipping
sloughing off
brandishing bright lights
against the hot ingot of my consciousness.
Your boobs a sugared treasure
made ennobled by thier purchaser.
I yearn to fill your clefts
and make your breaths
punctuated cymbal crashes
your heartbeats coincident to
melodies riding thier wave
grounding you to the
epicenter of your being,
spinningly.
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awesome :)
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You write well of sexual love.

hilarity

www.youtube.com/watch?v=hF1pIMgE8FA&feature=related

LOL

amber
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that was awesome. tx for the post! she's a brilliant comedian.

and anudder one bites the dust..

two articles down, one more to go..

we're having one of those days i haven't seen in a long time, perhaps even a decade. the bright hot dryness reminds me of being a child. the blue sky stretched drum-tight over the earth, the entire world buzzing with UV radiation. it makes me feel energized; something like an echo reflects off the skin of that sky, bouncing back into me, through me. i am compelled to move, stirred by the heat and light.

i feel i am on the verge of something. this kind of day makes me feel like i am standing on the edge of an unseen precipice, ready to free-fall.

amber
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good on ya :) ya, i'm shedding old skins. slinking forward renewed. hadn't considered it related to the weather but maybe ... this is the time of year, if i still lived in the country there'd be the sound of crickets day and night. totally tribal, mesmerizing, spiritual.

nice writing amber. spot on old girl! spot on.

janet
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amber, there is so much that i love about what you said here and the way you said it. invigorating writing. like a poetic shot of vitamin D! - N
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;) amber

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Indeed, "a poetic shot of vitamin D!"

She rained on my yesterday

She rained on me yesterday
llovido llovido llovido
rained rained rained
and it's content was like the
gossamer of a hundred stars
that had shed thier coccoons
and drifted down like some soft Neruda poem
upon me
sobre mi pelo,
sobre mi camisa,
sobre mi mente.
And noting the temperature
I imagined it to be her gift
Or else:
-toda mi imaginación es acentuada en ella.
Siempre.
Como siempre.
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que bonita!

amber
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A beautiful muse :D

"all my imagination is accentuated in her.
Always.
As always."
Luscious pomeage!

-t
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Partout!
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for how long will your flog your ability to appear instantly beautiful via foreignism?

;) /wc
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(it's great) /wc
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¡Azotaré mi capacidad apenas mientras toma para que su parte trasera cerebral sea agradable y rojiza! :)
Thanks.
-ewmL

filled with love

have a gorgeous weekend everybody!

amber
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:) et tu, ma amie!!
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foxy

Time

Time is a sour serenade
a tyrannical substitution
of patience in place of pleasure.
Where I cannot taste the minutes passing, my mujerita,
only your green hues thrum my heart
cradling hours in my chest so carefully.
Even the sun no longer recognizes me in
it's path across the sky...
because it is jealous of our mooning-ness
our 'compenetración',
our theft of it's reflection.
Though our motions through space
attempt to tax our affection,
permit no payment.
Mi nave (por acontecimientos) se abrigará en te...
...and on that day,
you will feel the measurements of all things
surrender.
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i don't even look up the spanish anymore. i just 'feel' it by saying.
well, i did look up mujerita, and came across this page:
asimperfectascanbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/responses-from-too-fast.html

who the hell are these people?

you write good poems. i hate you.

riverfr0zen
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mujerita, as you've probably guessed from looking at that webpage means "little woman". I don't know who the hell those people are!
If I write good poems then damn me.
I deserve to be stoned old-testament style.
The las thing on earth anyone needs is a "good poem".
Maybe I should up the ante and try to scorch your balls off with the next one.
Scorch EVERYBODY'S BALLS OFF!
-ewmL

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rotflol

amber

Tank Cadence Deep Thought

The blow-hardy few are they
who spread the frame of father tall.
They threat and lie without dismay,
The blow-hardy few are they.
They’re rich, and rich enough to say,
their seeds of glass will your heart stall.
The blow-hardy few are they,
who spread the frame of father tall.

In the deep thought think tank, they roll play
political success that’s amoral.
They have a dead bird, and a life of sway!
At the chill dark fields of Venus buffet,
atop their ferret plumes of play,
they wear perfect log cabin suits on all;
but the chill dark fields of Venus repay,
in dead root handshakes that appall.
Slicky-Boy, Snow, and Him that pays,
their names go with their virtues fall!
Official right’s been sold away.
Slicky-Boy, Snow, and Him that pays!
A derelict grunts pay won’t defray,
but the VP shakes your hand for all.
Slicky-Boy, Snow, and Him that pays,
their names go with their virtues fall!
The blow-hardy few are they
You babies... writing on the wall!
Your hardy facts let logic stray,
The blow-hardy few are they!
Though doctors and masters fume and bray
their seeds of glass will your heart stall!
The blow-hardy few are they
You babies writing on the wall!

These are spots in your love feasts, while they feast with you without fear, serving only themselves. They are clouds without water, carried about by the winds;
late autumn trees without fruit, twice dead, pulled up by the roots; raging waves of the sea, foaming up their own shame; wandering stars for whom is reserved the blackness of darkness forever.
JUDE 1:12-13

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This is a powerful poem, written in the style of old, and with vernacular of such. With the 'father' figure emphasis.

What I find interesting is the sprinkling of modern elements into the poem. Slicky-Boy, etc. While they may seem relevant at present, what happens, due to the heavy ancient egyptian influence of the poem, is that they sound like items from the 80s.

Still, rocking poem.

riverfr0zen
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Thanks for the feedback, it means a lot.

How want and lack perpetuate thier own murders.

My want and my lack
need to be sliced
by the knife of belief
before I can be
restored whole by the sutures
of my own faith.
In the meantime,
I bleed all manner
of miscarried actions
and emotions
like a confused river.
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fantastic and timely; i was just journaling about lack and craving, and how they drive envy, dissatisfaction and resentment. it is interesting that you think the solution lies in restoring one's faith. i also really love the title to this piece.

amber
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may I see your journal?


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it is a paper one, unfortunately :). i have learned the hard way about posting personal data online. a few years ago when i was still dating, a man i went out with once did a google search and obtained a variety of information about me, including accessing and reading my online journal which i had determined (through IP tracking of visitors to the site) was visited by only one or two individuals and did not routinely show up in search engines. he really had to dig for this info. he then confronted me with what he had uncovered, and because i had written about him, he was offended by it and thought he should contact me to let me know how "wrong" i was. i felt so invaded by that; hardly anyone in my real life had ever stumbled upon the journal, and those who had showed mixed feelings about it so i made an effort to keep it private. this man also learned a lot of information about me which could not have been gathered through a routine search available to most computer users (i did a similar search on myself to find this out). he knew my exact weight as it was listed on my medical records (at the time i was going out with him i had lost a few pounds and he was quoting a weight from a clinic visit i had months before) and knew of some health issues i was going through.

the extent of this invasion was so appalling to me that i stopped journaling and writing completely for a long time. needless to say, that man never got to a third date with me :).

at this website i do often write about epiphanies and personal struggles that are often main topics or subjects for my private journal. i was just going to write one today actually, but i need a bit more time to find out what i think :).

amber
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do you use bics?
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can you release small pieces, for everyone else to enjoy? you know, individual pieces that will probably not give any of you away.

it could be at smallpiecesofamber.blogspot.com or something
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because if you don't release anything, i have trouble imagining the pervert grandad archetype. you know. the one who reads through your precious journals, noting down all salient matters.

and if i cannot imagine, i can never be, and if i cannot be, i can never relate.

riverfr0zen (yes river "sorry bout the dumb shit last night" fr0zen")
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(and if i can never relate i may end up becoming) :( riverfr0zen
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no, i won't. like i said, i'm done with online journaling and now only use good old pen and paper.

amber
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do you use bics, amber? riverfr0zen
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as in the pen? no, i write with a high-quality sanford uni-ball grip or even a sharpie if i have one. i like dark black ink.

amber
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i was hoping for a custom sort of pen. one that was specially made, perhaps by an old grandfather or grandmother. but then i realized i'm an idiot suckered by romanticism. sanford uni-ball grip sounds damn fine. what kind of paper do you use, when you write?

riverfr0zen
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re: the pen, it could have even had some sort of insignia. riverfr0zen
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if only i could have written calligraphy by candle light, like charles darwin..

i write in a small, decorative book, with lined paper that is slightly heavier than notebook paper.

amber

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lines are there for guidance, i assume. do you follow the lines, generally? on the paper? riverfr0zen
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yeah. um, i was really just commenting here on ewml's piece, so.. not interested in being your janet and continuing this convo indefinitely. cheers and adieu.

amber
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"being your janet"?
hehe.
-ewmL
You two are kooky at each other's throats.

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It's a Freudian thing. Nobody else is gonna pee on ambers stump.
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or her planet.

amber
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... the ivory Tower known as IPP.
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more like a giant bowl of creme brulee.

amber

biden, bitches, biden

mwahahaahaaha

I Love You

suddenly
the small
naked exclamation
slips unstifled
through the silence

accidentally
unveiling
enthusiasm

canceling
the comfortable
suppression
of hope

layers of composure
flutter and swirl
like a house of cards
in wind ripples

control
is forfeited

wishes once warmly
cloaked
beneath demeanor
are scraped raw

exposed

shivering
in limbo
in breathless
frozen time

the entire universe
topples
dangles
swings askew

hinging on a phrase

perched precariously
for posterity
where no amount of will
can call it back

the small
naked exclamation

awaits response


NANGALEEMA


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when i was writing this i didn't have the phrase "i love you" in mind, it was just the idea of the showing of enthusiasm in general for another person - the tipping of one's hand, and what makes it dificult to step out in that way, the repercussion of words and how they can take on a life of their own. i was originally gonna call this "Slip of the Lip" but i was afraid the piece was too ambiguous. so i decided to make the title the exclamation itself. but "i love you" was the only exclamation i could think of. well...that or the squeaking of a chipmunk. - N

Divergence

the turn horrible fact revolving

the poem of a wound
the poem inflated
the poem pompous even

I have crossed the moment to that place
where the future famously isn't.

it is dark with expense
it is gloomy with coolness
it is thunderous with throbbing

burning

I have crossed the moment to a place
where the future is not "if", but "is".

anxious surrounding
and wind swirl
many missing impacts more

A star falling beyond the edges of this world -
transforming.

I have crossed the moment
where our rays diverge.

spinning
shining
wink into infinity


NANGALEEMA
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:) i look forward to meeting that horrible face. hopefully i won't be an ass and ruin it in five seconds, without even exploring its depths.

premature ejaculations sound funny but can be a true ordeal for some.

riverfr0zen
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...um...river, i can't say i understand what your comment means...or if it is even about the poem...but thanks for commenting...- N
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...i think...- N
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"That horrible face" - by it i meant 'the dark gloomy place'. I think the rest of the comment was just about how conquering the darkness lies in truly meeting it, and for me the poem reflected that - walking beyond it into infinity. The rest of the stuff in my comment, I suppose I just threw in there as a quick quip about those who find the place, but don't truly meet the moment, but I realize it probably would seem out of context to anyone else. In any case, enjoyed the poem.

riverfr0zen
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oh. okay. - N

summer of the spiders

searching for water, maybe,
or just escaping the heat.

during the tense tight months
with scant and fleeting moons
leaving their blur in the sky

we would stretch exhausted bones
on cool hardwood, seeking to absorb the
coolness and change
temperature, like night lizards on pavement.

staring up at the ceiling with the frightened moon
perpetually glowing through screen door portals

first one, then two and three
clinging to an early 1900s popcorn ceiling
in the eerie light

i'd reach over and tickle his hot and moist arm then,
and he would laugh.

amber
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vivid visual. - N

counterbalance

when i am low,
you sense me
and, like feather wings,
lift me toward the azure blue

when the colors buzz and hum
and i am trembling there alone
you wrap me in the greens and golds
you hide me like an oak

in the sweetest violin i can find you
the sonata trilling the language of your soul
within all good things lies your heart
each harmonic pulse so radiant and bright

i am the still and dark
and you grasp for me
to lead me into that shining patch
of starlight

amber

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this is very nice, amber. i love the last stanza especially. - N
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IS this true, though...or is it just "too good to be true"?
-ewmL

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I like how it goes from bright, fairly loud imagery into a somewhat more hauntingly quiet place at the end. riverfr0zen
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well, if you are talking about emotional truth, yes, it is true. of course i am not being wrapped in leaves, thrown up into the sky or dragged out into the night. but maybe i should be :).

amber

i feel i am nothing without this

so much is given to the smallest being
the littlest voice holds the brightest ring

amber

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every atom along the path has a name
...make it love

..

"The things that irritate you in others are the traits that you are looking at in yourself."

Jung

this is really cool

open-source, 3D night sky desktop.. get an HDTV projector and beam it onto the ceiling to help the kiddies fall asleep, or stay awake and learn.

www.stellarium.org/

amber

architectural forcefields

...so if there was a way to generate temporary structures out of nothing solid - using, for lack of a better word, forcefields - what might these "forcefields" be called?...if not forcefields. (these ?fields would comprise walls, roofs, floors - everything - configured to allow some things to pass through and others not depending on their specific use.)

the word would be fitting into a context like this:

The ___________ (field?) walls of the (suchety such) convention center shimmered in the sun like a thin, nylon web strung among the ancient hemlock trees, ethereal as a sketch, a whisper, a shadow of a thought.

maybe something german-sounding. something unintelligibly alpha numeric? perhaps an abreviation? maybe named for a scientific pioneer in a forcefieldish field? i don't know. any ideas? - NANGALEEMA


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www.designboom.com/contemporary/reflections.html - N
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lines of force?
field lines?
electromagnetic mesh?
electrostatic radiation fields?
Buhler walls? heh. check out www.niac.usra.edu/files/studies/final_report/921Buhler.pdf

"buhler...? buhler..?"

amber
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thanks, amber! these are excellent ideas. i am going, now, to check out the website you listed. :) - N
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(God! why did that guy Have to be named Buhler of all things? - N)

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the article looks like it will be really cool.. i took a quick look at the equations and results but have not had a chance to read it in depth.

amber
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i read it - i mean, i skipped the equations of course heh heh, they are beyond the scope of my understanding, but i am dealing in broad strokes anyway so i still found it interesting and informative. had to look up lorentz force and coulomb's law etc and basically i still didn't understand - not really. when i am trying to write science fiction i am mindful of how important it is for me not to try to get too specific, especially when trying to conjure the future, because basically i don't even understand the technology of the present. but i figure most people don't.

in the article they were dealing with bubble shapes which seems like the logical shape for any kind of generated field. and i have been thinking i couldn't even fathom how a field could be generated that could stop in midair and turn a 90 degree corner, like walls connecting. but i am just making a leap of faith that someday it would be possible.

also after reading the article i am still unclear as to whether radiation is just what is being deflected for their lunar purposes or is it an actual biproduct of the shield itself.

aaaand after reading the article i am thinking i don't know if an electrostatic or magnetic or plasma shield would be appropriate if what i am trying to filter out would be biological material - like to produce a field that would allow me, for example, to stand on it. would you scientists types be reading it thinking "electrostatic shield?? holy cow! that makes no sense!" - N
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i need to be as vague as possible i guess. - N
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amber.. this essentially creates a mini isotropic magnetosphere over a given area of its wave generators hm? can ya see the micro borealis's waging rotations around the cosmonauts oxygen tanks? Watch them ingest the entropy till lunas iron core is tickled hot n bothered to earn a true living wisdom.
...3mj
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amber.. this essentially creates a mini isotropic magnetosphere over a given area of its wave generators hm? can ya see the micro borealis's waging rotations around the cosmonauts oxygen tanks? Watch them ingest the entropy till lunas iron core is tickled hot n bothered to earn a true living wisdom.
...3mj
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guh.
...3mj
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hey, 3mj...
oh sorry, don't mind me - talk amongst yourselves. :) - NANGALEEMA

storm and steel eye

the gnarling wind
mustering descending
storm and steel eye
glancing
down and under that normal up is
all thick with fog and thunder

sinister stir
ominous and dancing
the depth of the storm weapon cutting
dark and dreading
breaking embedding
opening the open ground under

NANGALEEMA (to be continued)

difficulty with presidential candidates

*sigh* i wrote several paragraphs here and liked none of them.

so i'll just say that, at the moment, i think bugs bunny could lead this country better than any of the current presidential candidates...

amber

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...yeah. that is the feeling I have had at every single election since I have been of voting age. - N
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Basically if you believe either of the frontrunners are going to create real change for your average person, I have a bag of magical johhny straight from earths sorcerer supreme to sell you for a couple of your paychecks. We all know McCain is basically Bush "the sequel", but what I find more interesting is all these young naive democrats thinking Obama is any better? He is essentially being sponsored by just as many corporate sponsors as Hillary Clinton was. His main sponsors are Via Com and Citigroup. He even makes mention of how he would not be unfriendly to Special Interests and Corporations in his book 'Audacity of Hope'. How is that change? He doesn't take money from Lobbyists BUT, it doesnt take a magic bag of shake n bake to sniff behind the scenes the money for corporate interest going directly into his campaign pocket. There is no possible way anymore for a freelancing reformer to get elected. It's skewed to if "you don't play ball you don't even get on the ticket" or if you're independent for change you get made to be a scapegoat for ruining the false system that's in place that's toted as "change". It's all a battle for power presented to the American public as democracy. Change- It's not going to happen.
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www.democracynow.org/2008/8/25/rick_macarthur_you_cant_be_president
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...3monked jimmy

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yep.. pretty much sums up the gist of what i was writing before i got frustrated and settled on bugs :). actually, my support for the democratic party is waning. i was tired of clinton I and tired of clinton II. i supported obama initially but came to the same conclusions as you, 3mj. of course mccain (bush light) is the "greater evil." at this time, politically i guess i am more supportive of a libertarian platform (yikes!) in that i am really concerned about protection of civil liberties and having smaller government. but bob barr is such a conservative freakshow, a republican't in republican's clothing, i can't in good conscience vote for him.

my feeling is that obama will win and we'll be seeing a procession of interesting skeletons as they change the guard.

amber