Current poems in progress...

Dead Glittler in my head
---Wendy

Somewhere
on the last shelf
back behind an ancient can of soup
I've kept a secret
from all the black laced friends
who spend hours
stifting through junk
left laying around
my defintion of decorating
in the late great style
of a gothic wonderland.
No one knows
who comes here each day
that inside the cupbord
certian secrets lay.
A bottle half empty
shielded from the light.
They grunt and groan
in passive bored delight
thinking me as one of them.
When the last wanders off
and I'm all alone
I pull my secret jar
from it's never seen by human eyes land.
I careful unbotton the hair from my head
and pop the top of my skull
with delight.
With twitchy anticipation
I shake my bits of light
That's right
I keep my glitter literally outta sight.
A sprinkle here
a sprinkle there
to left brain
and then to right.
It twinges and tingles
sets my dmt into flight
burns blue
then out like a light.
I'm a glitter head
it's all dead in my head,
not a gothic dresser
or poser wanna be.
I feed my brain glitter
it twinkles so bright
it makes my brain tingle
all through the night.
W.
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Rock on....

-Griselda
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Wunnerfully entertaining piece. So glad I stopped by.
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Rhyming poems suck in my opinion. I quit reading four lines in. To force yourself into a prison-like framework seems ignorant to me, and unconscionable to expect someone to actually read.
Allow yourself the freedom of free verse and drown your rhymes in toiletwater.
-everywordmeanslove
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why not embrace all forms?
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I guess the same reason I hate country music. I've tried to embrace all forms, but rhyming poems seem so backward-leaning and antiquated. My whole personality is geared toward pushing the form(s) forward in all areas of art, even if that ends up being illusionary. At least one could say they TRIED or contributed creatively to the schema of what exists instead of regurge like country music and rhyming poems.
-ewml
(I am obviously prejudiced here, so take my critique for conversation if you would.)
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i find it [rhyme] interesting becuz i've haven't explored it in the past :) i understand your POV.
-t

oblong pairings
----Symon, -The Deer Park, Paris

----Symon
sleek driver torture
----Symon
bendable pose-pots
----Symon, -The Deer Park, Paris
lendable hands for
----Symon
glassing a lung-pop
----Symon
or blowing a bub-bub
----Symon

----Symon
in tub tank
----Symon
fish fat a
----Symon
globe-bot
----Symon
degut a trimspot
----Symon

----Symon
deworm it on a dollar
----Symon
in split-ends flat
----Symon
or your month's end
----Symon
back, again
----Symon
front,forward
---Anonymous

a warm welcome back symon :D i'm creatively excited by your presence! perhaps i'll join you soon in words.

-t
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t, thank god! our community of souls has not faded.
-Symon
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hey you!! *kisses*

i've been sobered by society but shall endeavor a personal literary Renaissance.

-t

with a provocative shock of hair
----Symon
i convince you that i truly care
----Symon
but then do something awful
----Symon
-Peter Cetera
----Symon
that scares me for life
---Anonymous
to wear a Mozart wig with a frightful puff
---Anonymous

sounds like the general flow of past times...

Stolen Creation (neither a tribute nor an imitation)
---everywordmeanslove

Under the (christmas tree?) that year,
Baby Jehovah scrabbled open his present:
A SET OF LEGOS! (-not to be confused with Logos)...
On the sixth day afterward, he pretended to build a tower so huge that it reached up into heaben!
When at last his toiling "workers" laid the deciding last stone he as a youg God could permit them with their "hubris", he-
Now wait a minute...
At this part of the story, you're probably all wondering why he built the tower in the first place, right?! 'Cuz you know he's gunna smite them all with different gibberish languages and pull a Jimi Hendrix Voodoo Chile on that architecture, smashing the Legos in a wide berth, (with the edge of his hand) and putting the kibosh on all future vertical Babylonian real estate ventures once and for all.
So why did he do it?
I'll tell you why; truth be told it was his sister. She bumped into it just to piss him off, ala sibling rivalry.
It was written all wrong, and history misinformed us from the beginning!
Moses was a fire and brimstone idiot when he wrote that it displeased God that the Babylonians built that tower:
God's sister's hips did a noisome watusi as she boinged herself into his tower, and she watched with catlike glee as the pieces crashed down in chaotic bric-a-brackery. She even smiled as she said she was sorry.to him.
And on the seventh day, he rested.
-everywordmeanslove

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no surprise that love and fuck go together,
unless everywordmeansnothing or, maybe because.
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What would be more surprising than to realize that you are the cause (BE CAUSE) of all causation and if your 'word made flesh' gets drunk on your communion of proposed nothingness, then mine, having the bemused face of a saviour/martyr preparing himself for sacrifice, is then forced to slop his lips upon your hyssop; all the while deserving wine. :)
-everything is everything
-everywordmeanseverything, also acronym'ed: "EWME"
Which can be interpreted as "you/me"
-ewml
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finally! I'm just glad someone interesting showed up. I haven't been here in years, and was crushed to find none of the really interesting writers/personalities were still in.
-Symon
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here here! letz celebrate the nuance of words, meaning and spelling. Of course the embrace of nothing is all things unless, the collison of anti/matter really does matter without annihilation and then we would have some genuine creation!
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Gnostics loathe the Creation. I'm of two minds on the whole thing...
-Symon
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Of course the little bitch said she was sorry she had knocked down the Tower, She knew he couldn't understand her because his language had changed.
...BR

I am a digital watch.
---everywordmeansfuck

I feel you; reading the title:
"I am a digital watch"
-And you, saying to yourself:
"Is this really so true, and yet so absurd and facile and dumb?"
Yet, watch this:
I am a digital watch. Slick grey veneer, dark black symbols, inscrutibly cute, newly hewn plastic blue strap...
-ewml

howdy doody! ------- i meant to tell you thanks for your commentary on one of my poems a while back. i like some of the stuff you posted in the gothic/surreal salon, also. you seem very versatile. cannon d.
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But,...I am a digital watch! Do you not realize that digital watches cannot possibly comprehend compliments?
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hmmm, that is true. but does that mean that compliments are not permitted?
can't we enjoy or applaud a beautiful thing regardless of whether or not it understands its influence. etc
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Yes, you can...
and I picture you attempting to (for example) talk to a picture of Rodin's sculpture:'The Thinker' in an art book, but it will not hold a conversation with you like I will, nor will your friends or passers by think you are 100% THERE in the upstairs region. That's ok,though,...
it will all be soon rectified by bigger and better versions of clones/cyborgs.Just wait a few years,and you can have your own XXXL-size porn-robot!
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Damn! I can never get these things to set right.
So, Mr. Digital Watch, what time is it realllllyyyy??????
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It's time for you to quit being mentally ill.

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Yes I do suppose that is what you've become. An addict of time that time is addicted to and now owns making a clone of you for the purpose of serving time in the form of a time peice that only needs batteries to be safe and secure.

From officer's handbook
----Symon, La Coste au Saumane

We’ll begin by briefly defining each type. Then provide more detailed definitions later in the chapter.

1. “Business Woman”- This female cares only about money, as if she were a real man.
2. Animal Lover: Refer to diagram on page 54 in your workbooks. (they are also known as “furries”)
3. Wife: This female thinks she is too good to be arrested, having married a “man”. It is your duty as an officer to educate her that no womb-man is above the Law. Identified by a tattoo of a gold circle around the ring finger.
4. Prostitute: Of all the 4 females, this one has the most to offer society due to her capitalistic motives, and “can do” spirit that allows her to submit to many men in one day.( Hitting upon an ideal Business Model, The prostitute leases low rent rooms by the hour. )

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I like the ideaword of 'womb-man'. Was it something you can claim to have originated?
-ewml
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No. It;s actually the origin of the word we've all come to know and love as wimmin.
-Symon
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She was as hungover as a city panther with no bones.
Goodgolly.

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I love ray chandler.
-Symon

Radio conquest
---everywordmeansfuck

Radio conquest.
The long tongue and sole of animal energy.
A plastic lie told to amuse their disfigured children.
Airwaves saturated with oily voices.
The misery of the commonplace nestled secretly in the bottom of an ocean of headphoned zombies
Rigorous electronics to bring them denials.
A non-stop goldfish frenzy upon the pirhanas fed mainline voltage til the transformers blow.

what can't be spoken
---Anonymous
can not be repaired
---Anonymous

and so we sit in our opposing office towers
wondering about each other
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until the courage to say
and the courage to acknowledge
meet
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well said, so true :)
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so it goes~ k. vonnegut

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yes. and he did and we have and now...
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only now

just to prove i could
---Anonymous
refrain
---Anonymous
regret
---Anonymous