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Post by riverman on Jun 20, 2006 23:04:06 GMT
that's sweet , thank you . as long as you don't feel obligated , please don't. and thanks again
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Post by riverman on Jun 22, 2006 4:35:06 GMT
Short but Bitter
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All of our houses will fall the rubble of memory will pile up on the floorboards of what started as wishes to end up as dreams that never came true
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Post by riverman on Jun 23, 2006 21:23:43 GMT
Force Resignation 6/23
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To the top I have been fed all to say has been said you've pointed your finger to say I'm the liar
I tell you I am not well you havn't the nerve to fire Instead you tell me I quit
I say no to this I'm only sick
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Post by Shan on Jun 26, 2006 0:33:08 GMT
no obligation felt at all. i'm enjoying them. i just glad that you are in the writing mood. i do have a question for you. when you write, are you writing your feelings about things at the time or just thoughts that just come to you? some of them seem to have alot deeper meaning than they do on the surface as if you are pulling form an experience, a deep feeling, or something like that. in a way your writing reminds me of E.E. Cummings.
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Post by riverman on Jun 26, 2006 16:24:18 GMT
I've been accused of being somewhat irrational , I'm not sure if I can distinguish my feelings from my thoughts. I'm not sure if there's a difference. I write in thought but there seems to be a poetic edge to my thinking . I think that has something to do with my sense of poetic justice and the idea that each of our lives is full of "Shakespeareian" proportions . So it's only natural that when I look at my life , I see big deep affairs . So yes they almost always have deeper meanings than what's on the surface , sort of like cryptic messages. I'm sure it's not for everyone but I find that vagary can have esoteric appeal , I guess.
I'm glad you posted the E.E Cummings pieces. I was wondering about a way to perhaps align or classify my stuff , not a comparison by any means but just a resemblance of some sort. Thanks again!
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Post by Shan on Jun 26, 2006 21:32:13 GMT
You're welcome. Very interesting and good answer to my questions. Thanks. The first time I read your poetry I knew it reminded me of some that I had read before. Finally it hit me, EE Cummings, and I thought you might find it interesting. Do you see any similarity yourself?
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Post by riverman on Jun 26, 2006 22:34:40 GMT
Somewhat very , I'm going to research more of this person. The only influence in poetry I've had were less poetry and more poetic prose , I think. Henry Miller , Jack Kerouac, also in a slightly different vein Aldous Huxly , Arthur C. Clarke , I find he has the ability to capture the most grande connotations in the smallest number of words. For straight style poets i've only really read Poe ...thanks
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Post by riverman on Jun 27, 2006 0:48:26 GMT
Preparation for awakening
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There have been times that I've wished I hadn't seen the answer. I'm not sure if its 'all a dream
So many mystics , what's one more to burn in the fire of knowing from the beginning The complexmatrix that will always be created Each thought a small board to build the limitations
Wake me up from daydream ~ possibilities the little darlings have no idea I wonder , should I tell them perhaps I should rather bend and sleep through the random endless could bees
Stings of knowing will puncture their darling hearts if in darkness I should let them stay they might not live this way ~ my way the fragile plate spinning man
The question always plagues Can this spirit hazard killmill be our only fate ?
wanna be a dancer in the cosmic answer whoa is the pivotal me.
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Post by riverman on Jun 27, 2006 23:35:34 GMT
Who Knows.
From outside I look in feeling them all jeering their sneering lips so unaware of what it's been to be this can't write tragedy
All of their full bellies informed on empty hearts shallow under pinned an ethic too invisible to ever understand giant fumbling hands who ruin walk the steps upside down to nothing justice candy excess to call us all an accident it's only a matter of time I wish I could forget
O' to find the balance between what was said and what was said to me the truth lies somewhere inside to hide among the wreckage of our feelings the hammer falls on one of our heads and which it is ~ is not clear a mistake has been made but who will pay ?
Who knows
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Post by riverman on Jun 30, 2006 21:41:30 GMT
Stream of Thought
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He thinks like Kurt Cobain or River Pheonix Looks like some kind of lizard or demon A madman screaming at the edge of a cliff with a suitcase bomb
This romance must come to an end if you can't find the [Censored] on the bus your him , not that vagrant sleeper He's only riding his last laugh all of the way to blood store
He lived his life of freedom to end up on the bus to the blood store he can sleep ~ he knows himself well enough more than you for sure
Blinded by their mischief legends himself he would equate only room for one more truth the banner falls on the muddy ground to end in pain and nothing safe
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Post by riverman on Jul 2, 2006 2:51:27 GMT
Under Uncle Tyranny
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I want to laugh in your face spit in your face had enough of your condescending To hold you down right here with my terror would be my pleasure
You have made me feel this way I'm sorry I make you uncomfortable an ugly piece of pain ~ pardon me I can't hide the evidence of what this has been we had to be everything you wanted you could not leave leave us well alone to find the answers that we needed on our own
Now I have to try and be all the things you need and nothing left for me. Let go of my hand ~ let me stand let us be free
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Post by riverman on Jul 8, 2006 2:12:05 GMT
Long Break
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As her drift was becoming known to me things went overboard the ship that was a solid faring presence has given way to the sea.
None to bother or pardon no answers come from she that lady killer ocean ~ magnate calling need Slowly I am moving in her breast of timeless wonder Her body looming over me
The fair maiden calls me to stare upon the scene of all my fleeting dreams the love that would not be my hands have become too weak to ever mend the breach to part the formless sea
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Post by riverman on Jul 17, 2006 22:07:50 GMT
7/17 Not Rightious
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Baghdad burnout Hot dog junky sheik New shoes old gloom Harum Scarum lovely Strippers on my lap Killing for a piece.
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Post by riverman on Aug 28, 2006 22:18:13 GMT
Why.
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Is it a mistake to love? Your own flesh and blood Or perhaps expect them to love you back
What is it you have done to them Beside be the victim.
You are the height of thier sinking They run and run. Mild mannered daydream devour as you stumble across that divide to a leaner time Their dreams are coming true while you are embittered by their fortune
They win~ whatever you have done for them they won't remember Clarity come Come winter charity A reason to stay inside/hide I will remember ~ rectify.
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Post by LaFille on Aug 29, 2006 5:26:44 GMT
It's good to read from you again, riverman; I was beginning to wonder if you took a break or what. Thank you for sharing it.
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Post by riverman on Aug 29, 2006 11:12:27 GMT
Thanks to you LaFille. I have been writing less , because I feel so emotional at times that writing it seems to stretch my very soul , sorta funny but true.
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Post by Shan on Aug 30, 2006 2:14:44 GMT
We've missed your writings riverman. I am glad to see you posting some more because I enjoy reading them. I think you may feel that way because they are so much a part of you. In a way you are stretching your soul with what you write.
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Post by riverman on Aug 31, 2006 1:54:47 GMT
Thanks Shan I think you are right.
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Post by riverman on Sept 4, 2006 23:32:00 GMT
To be consistant , I'm reposting these here.
Browne sylvia Snake hawaii Lie
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Clever Clever twist and sever Ill formed malities I'm asking for forgiveness give me mans laeser truth painting solemn savior faces luminescent phantomed to the glass
God's listening -man hears Confuses man's ear the tone of truth is wrung out when worlds of words and words' wistful wanting to make what's meant so clear
Creator Creator ! make me a place to rest with a traitor The snake is on speed dial wisdom love and fear
my bottle had a rattle his venom serpant cool blood lament made the new baby the sunday morning after seedling fruition essential planting daydream Full circle positions can break the sturdy heart The little ones cry they know what's coming the tears of new seperation from their slumber resting chamber in the hearts of of you and I here . the woman gave birth~ the man gave intention with minds hooked in forever. Consequential beauty the hope of sunshine closeness A last wreck , last wrech the moment has passed it's breath. So shy away now babe of tragic footsteps..shy away.
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Post by riverman on Sept 4, 2006 23:32:58 GMT
Dim Wah S.O.T
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Fall the embers flame on falling from the rooftops still smolder tomorrow never comes
Sad eyes Sorry ringlets tear drop won't stop
Still falling drowning burning The heat of the city Poor by stander standing by Watching the living waiting for a life
The path before us treachery requires utmost grace please ..don't fall.
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