Another Artistic Thread - POEMS

[S-uper_T-oast]

reaching off into some sort
of infinite horizion
that echoes our own calls of emptiness
back to us with spashing
dreams and flashing lights
to pollinate the skies with some wishes
ticker tape parades that glitter back from a
hollow echo beneath between believing
that the space we live in
is something more then an empty
computation reverberating with such
sorry dissonace patterened from chaos
the starlight in the machine
as teeming espousal of reprisal
intelligent relinquence of abjection
deliquent minds that blind the occlusion
as masterpieces and vandalism
of intergalactic noise pollution
replicating in it's fractual patterns
of some sort of logicical creation
spaces to space of lasting fascia
racing back against the crashing edges
of the universe of purpose

[S-uper_T-oast]

ministry in action
an act of protraction
racking a brain to elucidate
percolating symphonies of sirens
silent phases of erasure to censor
outright dementia of a sort
retorting be spy deny as for
with held after left went worth
challanged and spaned
planned fortress especially
ex-specially relenting
watch the words dance
into their own self sighted chance
some meaning some fade
lines that line the page
borders and structure and sorts of
restructred baselessly spacially
yet fortuitously sized and divided
square by square into manageable pieces
that are much easier to lose
then the whole they represent
all the better to phase them away
laugh as the lines
space as say the gray

[S-uper_T-oast]

master says not to say
when the trials start or
end up in their own completion
respectfully: serenading the crash
after lashing back at the fortune
found inately relatedly
condesceding all kinds of simply
tinted spare to care with aspirational
has been and never ways
plastering the flushing
swirls about the errors
kindly reminded to err on the side of caution
for photgenic simplistic
castles of music bemusement

[Jedi Gemstone]

Hello my darlings, thought I'd pop by =)
I really need to get my arse in gear and write something sometime, very much out of practice, and I've been so busy with university I've not had chance to sit down XD

I very much look forward to when I can write and illustrate something.
Perhaps one day we shall make a book! We have enough material XD

Has anyone heard from Lee lately? Or Izzy? I sure hope they're okay xxx

Liking the poems so far though guys xxx

[S-uper_T-oast]

burning away minutes of
entropic smoking rings
to measure the gravity
of the infantile irrationality
this harsh reality
spires flyers that dictate
sighing liars firing the blast
open wages and cages
to line their own designs
simply saying that nothing is
worth relaying into individualized
portions that should be rightly
grouped into a grander design of larger
proportions
emotions break apart fracturing
sensationality of sense into fences
whence forth: be a seperate sort
fortiude duely stolen in
sewn in, by fucking chance
to give infinity a time to dance

[izchan]

:: Much ado about man ::
It aint easy being me
or being her
or being alive
a little bit of patience
a little more of truth
and things starts to shimmer
between light and sooth
I sometimes wonder
why is it we persist
that we are civilized
when all indication says otherwise
Just because we can write poetry
and we can enjoy the sunset
merely means we are beings that pay more attention to fickle notions
than actual real world needs
is it any surprise that we rule the earth to extintion?

Its been a while.
But I am alive.

[S-uper_T-oast]

nice to see you iz. things still seem to be alive in here somewhat.



knowing one percent
of one percent of nothing
seems to be a good enough stepping stone
to latch onto endless fractions of a percent
towards some unknown goal of
complete assimilation
of statistics, mysticly devoid for
thoughts and reasoning unstepped
bereft of garaunteed sense

[swingdjted]

Its been a while.
But I am alive.

That is good news. It's good that you came back, even though you were probably most active before I showed up here. People always seem to come back to Winamp Forums. I hope you stay a while again.

[S-uper_T-oast]

loops and curls of hair
stranding back into knotted
weaves to play upon as our lives
lead off along split thoughts
and ends of irony delivered
deliberately in such a devious
fashion that masquerades ambiguously
infinite sparse dyes of hues and tones
fade back into their same shade
after years of blissfull indignance
dissonant indifference shattered by serene
empty foils of futures yet spun into
the clippings that wash this
oily sheen into some more conentrated
yet sinister form
warned of our own obsolesence
try to fucking give up already
to stop the tearing tears that apostrophe
your own soliloquy of relativity
obstinate little devils aren't we?
meaningless in our outright miniscule
sore true chartreuse loosely
painted plyingly, outright lyingly
finally, something to actually gamble on
incorporate negativity to maximize
possibility into serenading dystrophy

[S-uper_T-oast]

elevated sense of platform
concentrating as a smile
around and round the circular
spleen leaning after forthwith
elevated space of time
to mind through wind thought provoking
windy spinning out of
blustering forth blasting across
elevated once meaning
protracted delays, relays
belay

[S-uper_T-oast]

her hair just seems to hang their
motionlessly elegant
serendipitously decedent
a radiant toast to each breath
that slips by their curtain like
sheen lights flickering on opening night
effortlessly it waves without slipping
by a single secret that they
lock behind script rewritten and
reviews not yet argued over
what smiles lurk in audience
on stage in their own reluctance
to enchant one another so relentless
act on says the sorry wager
ticker tapes as ticket wastes

the world seems to move so slowly
when the future slips as strands
molten glass that singes clenched fist
sent forth to retrieve just a piece
that tastes away obsolete
shattered down around
painlessly the time flows by
around the eddies and actions
to reminisce upon every future moment
to miss

time seems to move so elegantly
as enchantment and relentless circumstance
dances across missing sees
to lead on the central stage to wage
much more then says
said more and less the same expense
defensively opulent
decidedly, wrong again
buy the ticket express less sense, expression
is it's reward

[S-uper_T-oast]

for the longest time my creed has been
to face the meaning of life if I don't feel alive
after so many failed assumptions and reckless attempts
in that pursuit, I think I have begun to understand
a more fundamental truth that there is no
point to living even if you pretend to be alive
a simpler solution to this existential pollution is to just
survive and strive to not lose touch with
the expectations bombarding yet this even leaves such a hollow
void of substance as to be more meaningless
then the previous failed perceptions
listfully we glance at this sliver of transience
through some kind of transcendence
but the cost seems to be giving up what I originally strived for
leaving me with some new infinite question
what is the point then of living if I'm not alive?

[S-uper_T-oast]

so sorry to let the time slip by
evidently, my sense of punctuality
is well lacking my need for spontaneity
flashy moments that begin to draw
a jagged line connecting this
things called birth of consciousness
towards an always looming disconnect
point a to point b
each moment derivative of some other
whether to decide which scale to
analyze directionality and enjoyment

[S-uper_T-oast]

arrogance seems to be my best trait
if it can be taken as such
air of reason that decides
what most of myself to place
dexterity elation of obstinacy
a fair choice between nothing
less of course the required depth
to meet the target
that seems to always be drifting days
and days away
further and angrily such
it recedes from our intended determination

[izchan]

::Concussion Dreams::
For those who still dream the dream
remember these words I say
everything is but an illusion
in all that is but a lie
don't be deceive by the glitters
and stop looking for a way out
be practical and just open your eyes
peace awaits for those who wants it
no miracles awaits these tired legs

so sleep now my fallens
forget it all when morn comes
Another trial begins

Not rythmic but its me.