Poems Of Any Length

[Tarantism]

what an eve
what a courtship manifestation
to celebrate intoxication'
to celebrate the birthdate of claim
rustle, tussle, struggle and gawp
round ten 'til stop
a ship. a seaship!
chord chello plays the blues
no. jazz.
im crazy i might say but others they
may
choose to feel the same way
i dont care.

a dirty laundry thought...forget it
its wrong i lost twice for what challenge am eye?
what price does it pay when a bug learns to fly?
you could come, or you could stay,
but i promise you that a new home lies this way.

[Loricybin]

Originally Posted by orbsycli

this is a song by Mr. Bungle called "goodbye sober day" if any of you get the chance, LISTEN TO IT!!!!!!!!!!
go out of your way to aquire it.
free.
ok here it is: . . .

viva la patton!

[orbsycli]

lurvaye mir+
written by

seventh vases covered on curved time.
trading again for drexor vist,
another wish wristlening with him yesterday.
reading ashed parchment before chemects below,
vist hollow affecting these things know.
do you remember prefixed meta?
brain stem crawling catapiller leaving omni-trails ascending beyond gold reperialist gates,
wristlening to all who's caught red hybrid-handed.
compressed cloneship trojan envelope.
we will take this city.

[Loricybin]

axel bashful in weirdwash mish mosh
soapy bubble lather penetrate
through to blue moons

and warm saliva across the surface
flowing like a dripping statue
at you

rearange and spange
some change on the gutters of
rightousness.

tight young bliss
as sleeping man has clock

TICK TOCK

ring around the rocky
acting kind of cocky
ashes, gashes
we all
have
pnuemonia

[Tarantism]

we sat in the cold
we did what we were told
emptied our pockets
searched to the brim
laughing and giggling.

fuck the cops.

[Tarantism]

ah a front
oh that house front
oh that nice sack front
ohoh another day i will pay
in doubles

and then it was around
and up and down and out
stalking our woks for blocks of pour sickle marshes
and then a regognizeable sneer
and then a high bridge and lighter light seer
underfoot air and cars tool and rool along bye
cripple fall and sit
the day is always better with those large SANDWICHES!
root a toot toot

and then swerve through grass padio peer
and then up a watchtower slide follow, here
light not being watched can been seen
my mind of eyes a bag for thoughts
and fun
and then back and around
through bush and weed and branch
and track
and then to room blacklight conversations
and then back
but we shall meet again.

[Loricybin]

what's new
what grew
what's been burned to truth

ashes flow through the night
and now we know
to take flight

can't sit around
scuffing the ground
we need to do something fast

this just isn't gonna last

i can't believe

the good is gone

[Tarantism]

the picutre's far too big to look at, kid,
your eyes wont open wide enough
and we are constantly surrounded
by this swirling stream of what is and what was
and we could all make predictions, but
the truth still isnt out
and if you want to see the future go stare into a cloud.

so keep trying to find your way out
of that maze of memories
it all sort of looks farmiliar
and then you get up close and then its defferent clearly
and each time you turn a corner you are right back where you were
and your only hope is that forgetting might make a door appear.

is it your fear of being buried
that makes you so afraid to speak?
and avalache of opinions
like the one that fell that i am now underneath
it was my voice that moved the first rock, and i would do it all again
so, i mean, ots cool if you keep quiet, but, i like singing.
(*an author once implied that its the ones with the sorest throats that have done the most singing.)

so I will be holding my note, and stomping and feeling so very lucky
and there is nothing i know, except this lifetime is just one moment
and wishing would just leave me empty.

and you can try to live in darkness
but you can never shake the light
no it will greet you every morning
and then make you more aware with its absense at night
when you are wrapped up in your blankets, baby,
that comfortable cacoon
but i have seen the day of your awakening, boy
and its coming soon.

so go ahead and lose yourself in liquer
and you can praise the clouded mind
but it isnt what you're thinking, no, its the corse of history,
your position in line
youre just a piece of the puzzle, so i think you had better find your place
just dont go blaming your knowlege on some fruit you ate.

cause there has been a great deal of discussion about the properties of man
animal or angel, you were carved from bone but your heart is just sand
and the wind is going to scatter it
and cover everything with love.

so if it makes you happy then keep kneeling, but now im standing up.

because this vail has been lifted
and my eyes are wet with clairity
i havent been a witness to such wonders
and i will search for them all across the country
but then ill be returning, love
to this town where i was born

and i understand if you must keep moving, friend, but im heading home.

im gunna follow my road, and let the sceanery sweeping by easily enter my body.
and i send you this message in code, under ground over mountains, through forests and deserts and cities:

O! all across electric wire, its a baited line
yeah this hook's in deep, boys, there is no more time
so you can struggle in the water, be too stubborn to DIE
or you can just let go and be lifted to the sky.

[Loricybin]

a young murdered self today
in the presence of an absense
for the absence of presence

his mother walked in and
screamed tears from her
hot juice sockets.

collapsing on the floor, or
in horror and cursing god
for allowing things

then she saw the note read
"i'm dead. . .
this is nobody's fault but god's,
for not existing"

her third eye opened

god could be a man-umental creation
to sum up that which is
incomprehensible

the mother was so overwhelmed with despair,
she took great care
in guiding second bullet
straight thru
roof
of her mouth

[orbsycli]

wow Man Thats Sad

AS The Sun