Another Artistic Thread - POEMS

[S-uper_T-oast]

Hi there jedi. Every word you post is just fine. It gets lonely when everyone else flitters out.

I'm in love with a superstar
from, a far
this love is so bizarre
devouring each smile from so far
bizarre? inspire
inquire; fire for each lyre
nothing is quite to seem
what ever do we mean?
is she speaking to me?
or just breathing along
lost in her own song
trying to belong
she sings for me
each night you see
her eyes alight
mine take flight
drink in her light
from, so far
her world, her star
I'm in love with that shooting star
watching it blaze and faze
a sound stage away

[S-uper_T-oast]

Don't forget
that first glance that breaks a race
trips in place, a face; across space
time lines defined
you must remember this
that moment really sucks
when the feeling was just to much
a crush, rush flush
push, to shove; evolve; devolve
revolve
involve
cave into something inside
break out and fly
float and emote
wrote, spoke
floating into it again
back again, and again and again
suspend; defend
pretend
amend
mend
lend
bend
break

[PlanetX]

I have found in my life's journey: That which bends, rarely breaks.

[S-uper_T-oast]

envelope the world in ivory curls
glistening pearls
squirrel tailed swirls
lightning unfurled
earls and girls
live each moment rapidly
cherish each moment happily
love each moment sappily
no moment ever goes crappily
then you'll see
what it's like to be free

[S-uper_T-oast]

Everyone else gets to fly
but my arms just seem to flap and try
so lie
by and by I just wish I would die
it's not a depressed thought
just, realistic
everything I touch and everything I see
really is completely worthless to me
reality defined by these shapes and lines
and squiggly signs of the times
to weave into such intricate masterpieces
of completely worthless nonsense
beauty, in the eye of the beholder
but as time grows older
and the universe grows colder
it all just fades
to the same static noise
just, amoebas screaming out into a vastness so far beyond them
grasping at any straw their mind imagines
purpose, meaning, happiness
just, shadows of the emptiness
that envelops the reality
the infinite infinite reality
that I am nothing
no matter what thoughts I have to the contrary

[S-uper_T-oast]

don't write a thing
if if doesn't mean
a ___________
some lines seem better
then other
yet others
just ______, it's just
the way
we
are today or tomorrow
not the night before
or fore
floored to pored
stored _________ space across shame
slae, laeg, gaej, meag,
lief, sheath
wreath
______ hoser

[S-uper_T-oast]

just keep running
don't ever stop
whispers the wind rushing
past my hair
down the corner
left right left right
I know where I'm going
that way is good enough
a feeling you have when you
really run
for your life sort of thing
not just some simple wind
this is avalanche running
or bullets shooting at you running
that futile sort of running
where the mind
slips
apart
from the running, running, running
if you're lucky enough to have been there
and crossed the finish line
in time

[S-uper_T-oast]

when the world catches fire
and the angels get no sleep
when the dream of darkest mires
beyond the sordid speech
seek, stitch, across the arid
light hearted
be smarted, beneath your own desire
implore a simple sorrow
of our long forgotten lore
history, or mystery, mastery
explicitly, expletive
exploitive,
when all the world
has lost it's madness
without stopping to check the time
stay in line
watch the design
unwind
the greatest changes
take the greatest measures
we tried the best we could
to make everything alright
to make, the world a peaceful sight
but tonight, you set our world alight
fire our own desire
implore your own simplicity
explicitly
soliloquies.
I created my replacement, my replacement
it is me

[S-uper_T-oast]

I turned 400 today
or maybe it's 401
you should forgive me for forgetting a few
here
or there
either way
there have been quite a few
after around 200 or so
you start to realise
what old things really are
millions of billions of trillions years
and I'm squibbling over one or two?
no, no I'm not
we only get so many, but you don't know what fraction
each one might be
quality sort of wise
as well
200 years can seem like a flash
200 seconds can last an eternity
it all wraps back onto your perception
conception, deception
progression

[S-uper_T-oast]

something simple
a smile is all
what is so wrong
about
wanting one
of those?
I think I've
earned one
After the
frowning
as such
accrued
construed
prelude
dissuade
clean slate?
rate of new state
elate
irate
debate
crate

[S-uper_T-oast]

beneath yourself
is quite an interesting person
who are you talking to?
you know what I mean
that inside voice we have
who is that?
your talking to yourself
across time
it seems
time traveling
along our own right
we see so many ways forward
we create so many worlds by navigating the ways between
these moments
of little voices
smallest thoughts
of complex observations
with many layers of systems
and orders
to make
me sitting here
typing this
talking to myself from the future
as I create this for you
where am I?
where are we going?
I ask them, but they can't tell me
they aren't real
but yet they give me strength
they allow me to plan and forge
my bestest best
to get what I think is best
what we think is best
all of us add up
into this strange simplicity
sitting alone
the glow of the screen in eyes
bloodshot and ravened
craven
lathe, spacious
yet strangely, ambitious
against such absolute resolute
I recognise, that at some point;
all of us inside these eyes,
seems to have to die
no matter what we try
fight on screams the crowd
the lights flash suddenly
cheers of possibility
the more we make
the farther we can take
us, into that void
the better chance
to run on

[PlanetX]

Argh... I woke up with this song stuck in my head for some reason... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V4RSscBcpDs
At least it's sweet and cheery.

[swingdjted]

Hey, that's a good song. Lots of good memories of places I was when that song was playing.

[PlanetX]

Yes..I agree. Good song. But stuck in my head at 6 a.m. for no reason.

[S-uper_T-oast]

beware there
take care, and be aware as the eyes
like to stare in a most peculiar way
to say
they follow me in your lost enchantment
beyond relent, repent, advent; invented in harsh eyes lashes
flashed off as my own resentment
I know, beyond a doubt
that the farthest part a larked
remarked:
special sparks as causations
in sailing, sailing, sailing
I know without a doubt
flailing and whailing and whaling
against the endless tones
of the amazing bobby darin
we all get to keep on sailing
sailing
failing

(if you sing it right, the "I know, beyond a doubt" matches up with the part in the song, the instrumental part comes after sailing sailing sailing, same as in the song)

[S-uper_T-oast]

just stop
you tell me
scratching my eyes
in a rather
rash, way; to flay my elate
nose crinkled, flared; wrinkled
lights ripen in eyes shrined by
by
my own stary staring layering
caring of course, my own recourse
spoty sporty flourish, splurged
and purged
just stop and wait a few more seconds
you can wait a little while more
building suspense
with a brick laying nature
percolating, each brick
upon each wit
which wick, even splits
patience, and arrogance;
disparaging bizarre,
but that's how conditions are
off in space across
placed
eventual
case
discussion: home on in each reach

[Jedi Gemstone]

Toasty here is some love!! *Hugs*
I will go and write something now to keep your words company xx

So here is something thats cliche, because I miss him

"I miss your smell
Its musk, but not quite musk
An imposter of some sort
I hate musk you know?
But I love it when yours skips past my senses"

I ran out of ideas for continuing it...

[S-uper_T-oast]

hi jedi. I submitted some of my poems to a magazine. lol. nice to see you! It was getting lonely.



lingering odors
percolate peculiar plots
of maladjusted senses
to detune our fore shown brows
and taunt our eyes with lies
our noses attach such memories
a very primative kind
pheromones, chemical signals; only taste
it's near twin
can hold a candle to it's pouring power
over our memories desires
every delicate note that slips through
out noses
lips
tongues eyes ears
of sniffs and whiffs
and whispers
reverberating into your mind
mingling into your other senses
some scientists say
that they can use your tongue to
make your eyes say:
"hi"
what if all the world was a lie
of infinite neurotic senses
polluting each other in synaesthesia
what if being angry actually
made you see the world bright red
and feel warm on fire
a glow - painful
all within your mind
hurting someone even emotionally
would in some directly hurt you
what if tastes could cause you to
dream of moon light on mars
across a thousand rivers
blending aroma and sound
feeling taste,
space, and inner space
into a canvas that we have the brush
that scent isn't just a memory
it's the painting,
in all it's mastery
linger a little longer
berate the morbid trust
some day upon the airs to see

[S-uper_T-oast]

well
I'm at a loss
for words, verbs
actions; I'm short on actions
fresh picked plucked
optimism and vision-ism
via revisionism
expositionism
I have plenty of that
shrug off causality
dis-clarity invite
new nightly rights and light
bite into something fresh
spongy, fresh
crisp and moist tart yet tangy
spit the seeds of life
back at your own shoe this time

[S-uper_T-oast]

I am sick today
in the way
that in the world out their
there, there world out somewhere
I'd be a plague
a malicious bug of malcontent and relent
imagine how much hassle could be spent
if people just called sick days
instead of being ass holes?
everyone has bad days
some days
that includes ruining anyone else's
just stay home
and play board games or something
you ever played pictionary
with yourself?
or scrabble?
try it, and let yourself cheat yourself
instead of everyone else

[S-uper_T-oast]

blinkedly spies
my own weary eyes
body disconnects from simple
chest of feelings through reset
my courage flickers
weak, weary; leary of it's own shadows
and shimmers and mirrors of phases
of my own derive
lines upon lines around
circles and magic abounds
glance, space
glare into your own face
glazed chance to make my escape
into something brighter
lessedly lighter
but so fortuidisly uncluttered;
sputtered; they muttuered
but your own ego buttered
and fluttered, against circular
buttress
claim this place your own
and nothing other but other

[S-uper_T-oast]

comprehension
of dimensions, to say
is quite difficult to comprehend
and say
what it means to you is what it meant yesterday
in physics, we line everything up into nice grids
lines upon lines of rows upon rows of ordered pairs
and dimensions
physically we say we have these dimensions
of length width height or the rest
dimensions of time and space though
really aren't that useful
dimensions of feelings though;
maybe, you're just defining your terms wrong
can we really define
on an ordered line
hate and anger and joy and sadness
sure
is it useful?
depends on the use
the important part of emotion
isn't the feeling of it
we can write that aside as chemicals
and nothing that interesting
the interesting part
is the reaction
action, to the emotion
of a non-linear sort
but unfortunately,
even that is most likely mathi-chemicamal sport
there is a variance inherent though
that we must account for as unknown
purpose, meaning and objectivity rests
on which idea you like best
unknown just because we don't know it?
or unknown because we can't know it.
show it, your choice doesn't matter either way
just interesting, to say
can you comprehend what you did today?

[S-uper_T-oast]

bringing with a night
a knight, I bring your
you something special
or some think it's special
I think it's special
you don't really know till
after you check
and fuck it
I feel like heck?
see my rhyming is even a wreck
my mind, lot set liked locked
stocked and rocked
my eyes take shot
there goes my sanity
cause spatiality
reality

[S-uper_T-oast]

clamouring glamour
raming flamboyant trials
clairvoyance, reliance on outside
persistence to make any form
of commitment
relentless, contentment of an airy sort
gambling and triple agent sport
retorting remark of blank spark
lark: park and mark the total intake
of outspoken relentless
identity of subsistence
to personal torrent florescent
eye your own demeanour
against a gleaming veneer
sneer, for cleared, peered into
another fear, leer and hear
a potent fizzle

[PlanetX]

Well, like a bad penny...I'm back. lolol

Got a favor to ask, if I might, of you creative folks:
Will you guys please, please? go vote for Carry Me Back. This guy has the best song of the three, I think, but I can't believe the middle one's getting more votes. Please go vote for a fellow songwriter's city song contest, and "Carry Me Back To St. Petersburg" song. >>> http://www.stpete.org

Thank you!

P.S. Super Toast, I wish I was HALF as prolific a writer as you! I'd have a book by now. )

[PlanetX]

By the way, I entered some of my poetry in a contest and the winners (if they EVER let us know who won, arghh) will be put into a book. My daughter entered one of hers in there, too, so hopefully will know whether we made the cut, soon.

[S-uper_T-oast]

Nice to see you there planet.
I checked out the song, seems nice. I'd make the small argument that it should be a local thing.... but I'll see what I can do about it, since the middle one sounds like a sick cow involved in a three train crash. I like the bottom one better then the middle one even.
prolific != book quality XD
90% of my stuff is junk and that's being generous, I don't compose, I write words and see what happens. XD

living in this embers glow
only it seems
to know
where it is we should go
faintly now
led on by flashing
fading to gray
ashes trail
silent black sails
across this eerie blight
by this, dark night
a kite
to take flight
as the leaves singe
while the branches blast alight
fading, out of sight
the night claims it's victim
as the last coal flickers
flares, then fails
burn brightly
to let your light lead
not ashy trails in the dust

[S-uper_T-oast]

fortuitous faux rouge
delugent penchance
penchant peasant, rent in
appeasement, release meant
appeared lent, dented relented
appears relentless, pretentious
expensive, yet explosive
reclusive yet percussive
conclusively deducible
deductible perceivable
deductibility outright receivable
deceivable
conceivable, and endlessly endlessly endlessly
endlessly
endlessable

[PlanetX]

[[[prolific != book quality XD
90% of my stuff is junk and that's being generous, I don't compose, I write words and see what happens. XD]]]
Not junk at all. Your words are from your heart, and they're not junk.

[S-uper_T-oast]

heh one mans trash is another mans treasure
You like it yourself or you wouldn't do it.

[S-uper_T-oast]

baroque, artist masquerading in
a air silent triumphant triaction
your voice makes these musics
that rally roar rate and ice the things
beneath such ears and whys
disguised discussed disgust unjust lust
but we must trust to pre-cuss, must
blusty gust fizzling meows
and moonbeams crants rants
flaunted and gaunted, sauntered
loitered, napped, relapsed

[S-uper_T-oast]

for my last wishes
to wish upon this lamp that is our
legal system
I asked for simple things.
One plate of rather crispy bacon (pun)
One ham/turkey/swiss cheese sandwich deepfried (pun)
a strawberry ne-hi, for a little fizz (pun)
this pad and this pen, of course
I can't write with much else could I?
The last thing, was the one, was the reason why
you'll read of this
while you'll read, what I'm writing
to try to understand the mind that is writing
I wanted a hand gun
to shoot myself.
Safely delivered into a safely looked cell,
personally administered
Arguably more painful then the other more
"humane" way to murder me
I don't want it for dignity
This is the only line I leave you to ponder
a million generations away:
would you let me pull the trigger on myself?
some day?
they did today.

[S-uper_T-oast]

god forsaken and spoken for
yet either never seems to care
or bore, to more then anything else
again gained the same to lend
trended to end up with nothing better
in the end
a video game of sort
that takes each part together and makes
the final level sport
the game resets in the end
redden to relented
same poetic nonsense
just to assent, accent my own meant
I just want to make things clear
whatever whenever held dear
blank lines at the end of poems
____________________________

[S-uper_T-oast]

gory glory
this is a sad story
of sacrificial judicial
ritual empirical situation
I watch my own progeny
sad and sorrow, wrongfully
sacrifice their life for me
what a sad hypocrisy
of out weighted lies
for me
to cry my morrows, onto me

[S-uper_T-oast]

common sense seems
to make me dictate out
my own selfish ambitions and
desires in my own masochistic
fantasy in words and lines that flow
in shape to form of just garbage really
that I try and polish
from it's coal like lumpy appearance
into something slightly more precious
with careful structure and organization
of words and syllables in a deep structure
that links letter across line from line
into some crystalline form of whatever it was
that I was talking about in the first place
diamond reflections of alternate definition
or something shiny to share at least

[S-uper_T-oast]

eloquent and verbose language used to
explain and describe intangible ideas
thoughts moments breaths of my thoughts and turn
them into symbols and characters
and meanings and lines upon lines of letters
sentence like bursts of information
flashing flames upon this page
singing your fingers with their
own blank colors
leaving slight imprints of ink on your tips
to cling onto you
slowly slowly fade away one flip of the page

[S-uper_T-oast]

a personal sense of duty
and purpose seems to be an essential
necessity in a modern day society
that places polar interests on a linear scale
to match and measure each individual in binary terms
frozen solid as statistics or numbers and numerology
that evolved into statistics that dictate nonsense
of a popular sort that is picked and trimmed
manicured into a fluffy ploom
a feather to adorn whichever hat you want to tip
whichever mind you want to tip
when was the last time a chart
a number, a statistic
challenged you, your personal sense of duty
purpose refocused or realigned
through observation of some causation and distinction
malleable, pliable, a mind is a lump of clay
that can be built into porcelain vases
or ash trays, depending on whichever flair you
desire, require, who is this artist who
molds my purpose, forms my duty into some strange form
desire it to be myself, but can the clay dictate
it's form? or do I even have control of the color?
I like to think it doesn't matter
what the shape may be
but some like to say that form follows function
can I mold myself the opposite way?
define my form, define my function
defy the odds and defeat the gods
who seem to like to gamble with my emotions
my duties, my purposes
throw them away into entropy
a personal sense of duty,
a sense of purpose; to defy purpose
and to detach duty yet to hold on resolutely
to the purpose and duty implored

[S-uper_T-oast]

so why do you want to kill yourself?
any thursday that begins here can't go well
it's a strange world to stare at yourself
as expendable, expendable?
disposable is a better way to state it
your hands are nothing more
then thin lines that link
such immaterial thought to such material fraught
everything I touch, is just a little too much
you only have two choices
and you don't even really get a choice
in the end, we all rend, descend back to
this darkness that permeates into
these lines
what useless fingers these things are
they can't even light a smallest
light
that will last
longer then their own length
which really, isn't much more
then shadows engraving, lathing, bathing in glass
fuck it all
even the glass shatters someday
so why do you want to kill yourself?
another shitty thursday I guess
just keep running and running and running
from what?
this urge to keep running is undeniable
this choice, still seems so much more desirable
to waste, raise, laze, to face
freeze up and lock up, mental distraught
broken lines, fragmented into that bleak
shards that shine and shards that blind
lost from this sense of time
cliched I know, but they do cut so deep
with no points, just rigid blank edges
that define nothing new nothing true
nothing, but the fingers that line
more strange words, more pointless pearls
to throw to the:
so why do you want to kill yourself?
it's just another thursday
they usually have that effect

[S-uper_T-oast]

specialty inactive, depndent
smiling loudly, transcendent
relentless spent thrift counter action
traction on steep climbs
smooth ice and rigid wire
bid the sanity
to the highest buyer

[S-uper_T-oast]

I see the steps
one by one
that my body magically becomes
some sort, of robotic one
without my mind ever knowing that it was done
body and cells unwound, undone
as each individual one slowly aged and died with time
replaced, with a cybernetic one
of a superior one
higher effective, more protective
more selective, and rejective;
and corrective, and directive
I really can affirm, not a single one defective
since we have fully programed them to be
elective
the body will die
and if the swarm is turned off then
it's not incorrect to pretend,
that that that is the end
I'll be no more dependent on them then
I am now on my cells except now lent the
choice to voice the last choice
and end my life the end
remote deactivation?
we'll have to keep that turned off
but what is the concept then
when every one of my cells, I own and do have
that
power
to rend
an instant, and it's death-
morality? good night for now, delight.
or maybe a fact a plurality
the disconnection, and back-up nature
of the system
criminality, defined through voiced
confection of disconnection
but reinstate, imploringly soon
after a short while spent on a rather peaceful moon
that is mental of sort
and in fact, a perfect choice-able sport
to disconnect your mind, and disappear
electronically
for the rest of time
into a multiplicative fantasy
limitless in exquisite technicality
as real as we need it to be
something we can interact with, and in fact
freely traffic with
back and forth as fast as closing your eyes
glide faster then your mind can ride
all inside your electronic side
what can we define though, as the divide
between this and that side
I like to think that everyone will coincide
in this, that, that paradise
but alas; the truth sinks in
the sin of sin, entropy precludes the din
for all effective time
it will be a constant war for the last bits
of energy
there is no other way for the universe
to be
it is entropy
and it is we
and everything we ever can hope to be
disappearing, unless we can top that damn thing
and kick it's bloody teeth in
she said, that maybe I'm wrong about it
being the enemy
but damn if I don't see it any other way
since there is only one thing I can say:
it is the reason I will never be happy
sooner or latter everyone will fight and squibble
over the last dribble dribble
before the universe fizzles
and then, I'm just a, -izle
that seems like a good definition of an enemy to me
how can I make it work for me?
and defeat that eventual catastrophe
coincidingly stopping the craptastrophe
fuck if I know, but damn that question
gets after me
every one else just laughs at me
I just like to keep in mind,
the last possible smile for me
*smile**sigh*
--------izle