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| Hey all who may read this. My poetry writing has slowed down as of the past 6 months or so, but I've still been working on improving my methods in some ways. This is a new piece I have written and think it shows off my progress as a poet moderately well. 'Fraid I find it easiest to write this way, too, poetry is becoming more of an outlet to me than a routine. Hope everyone is doing well.
If you're interested in seeing more of my work, since I don't post here anymore, you can check out my deviantart site here. http://aquastil.deviantart.com
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Surrealism 000015 'written'
Against the fray there's chaos web dripping bloody shadows,
and sublime are the limes taken from a Zeus time.
Battle of lightning spine ruined
electric bolt of wounded wizard tidal wave dreams
unconscious lack of breath in alien visitation.
Spore of a secret element is huffed with courage
by the degenerate anarchists, the bell toll warning
tintinnabulation forlorn storming yellow glow adorning.
Drunkenly singing banshee in the basement retracts
his claws accidentally to gag himself, choke
on a troll's toenail.
Sheer luminosity of fire hydrants
for a radiation moon twisting smiles uncharted
slapping of school children appallingly warranted
magic potion witches brew, black tea for a warden
who spat on decayed corpse mumbling ancient
for maintenance of a healthy spirit walking
out the cell wail missile non dented resistant
warrior tribe opposing rain for a festival of fires
slows the humanity of realization which a boy and a
girl have sex and backyard dinner
callings bloody apron slaving and surging
masturbating peeled scales of her fruit.
Softening of a jesters maximizing bread share
dragon squatting in a boyhood mental steals a treasure
of hers, dripping tightness, nectarine emptied arthritis
juicy bass line surrenders to fear limping
and bashed into the beach for snail food munching
slowly digesting in the belly of a collective beast
turned out lithe larks lolling for a shine,
bones sticking out in a dream through an
old kiss crush pouring cement as they do
down young throats - unbridled torture recalled
exhibit a missing limb, body parts serving
functions do not care but mind and soul
transforming revelation candle stick
melting wax flesh church sunrise winter
shattered glass in fire can't cope and too
a fear collapses to truth that bursting does
an ear to the noise of a daemon realm
for rekindled are the dreams of gods in humans
or should be throttled with soma bravely
in zodiacs told by grandpas wear knives.
Of awareness as to warn an heiress of the
common dangers of a rare world outside,
of entity demon veins that appear at night;
the construction of clock pendulums, rapping
at the door there is my sister I never met
and my heart like an orb I regurgitate
with stellar eyes of love and gratitude that
she enter this plane and we contrast
as elements do in chemicals vexation
of virus pandemic infestation, little worries-
people herding to each station, charging up briefly
with meager smoke and odd ends like a
half-dead plant, wishing wells found
with perseverance spout out frog men,
had the frog looks, had the frog books
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nostalgiac tree undergrowth poison
river divided there's a cave beneathe so
festering shade cools down to fox
digging holes and homes the ravenous purple sun,
withering rot the evil and monsters
breaking off the beakers shattered chemical synthesis,
wildlife retreats fires a gelatin sky of smoke
secret meetings green and whiskey shots,
preparation dares past thoughts of shrinking deserts
and mountaneous and volcanos miniaturizing
to nothingness
but dreams blue networking remaining pools of life,
swords unsheath every willing hand excites,
the burning hearts of lovers ride these barren lands,
the hearts of demons vanquished turn to sands,
recreate from bones to grass rejuvinate matters most
whispering to him before he sleeps the pang of heat,
coating dreams with color as easily being together
as well as land can hold and wind can blow
making time the belts, the faded quilts,
la resistance! tonight they've felt
a little into a layer, what war is it?
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this is using a style ive scratched at over the years but still havent gotten it down fully, i think the seperation of the "normal speak" and the style is apparent here which is hopefully providing some interest into the poem itself.
the style being the whole first stanza, and not the style being the third and fourth lines of the second stanza. i like using it but it's annoying if i get confused with using it and then going back and adding all the buts, the's, ofs, ands, etc. this is a rough draft for now but it might stay that way. goodnight
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| http://fishsticks.fobby.net/photos/chicagocon
There is a bunch of pictures from my vacation.
Onto the meat, rahfie should appreciate this one.
The Confidence of a Horse
Night flickered out dead candle
the fattened heat within my mantle
and large bed ain't my horse no more,
giddyup's a sad recluse, cause the sun
hangs so heavily there,
'cause I'm dreamin' with horse's
pattern in my leanin',
slow trot like that so delicate
but tried again and surprised,
woke up: long legs and lethargy,
just wanna 'each step' back over
gallop to a better place, social love.
Guessin' first time's the charm
and second times the chance,
'cause that, I woke up in trance
and reality had the stone impression
as to hold me here, heavy in heat,
write this poem like numbers
falling into truth,
that how doleful I feel
that waking from my dream
was the try to trot again...
but now I do know:
the confidence of a horse,
was on one in my dream.
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| I've avoided writing entries for a while, and I'm probably about to give up this xanga completely at some point. But! Since I've just came back from vacation, I feel it's in order to write a bit about it.
Well, I went to Michigan City via greyhound bus to hang out with a bunch of friends I've met online over the years. About 37 people all together, all staying in a beach resort house (2 houses connected.) The thing we've all got in common is a love for the game EarthBound, other than that, most of us have befriended each other on the site dedicated to it, starmen.net, over the years.
The first day was pretty surreal. I had never met anyone from the internet before, (and I don't really think it's a big deal at all,) but it was pretty surreal, and it took me a day or two to get warmed up to people. I had always wanted to go to one of these mini-convention dealies that the site has about annually, but never had the means (money and psuedo adulthood) before.
Overall, it was a great time. The beach on Lake Michigan was fantastic, one of the best I've been to. Clean and very silty, great on the feet. The beach went all the way about 2 miles in each direction, connected to a lighthouse peninsula, the National Indiana Dunes and a slightly suspecious 'cooling plant' that looks like a power plant, huge silo puffing smoke in the distance. We hit up the dunes a couple times, which I thoroughly enjoyed. Had never been to a dunes before, and thusly took full advantage of it. See: jumping off a ledge 8 feet up and landing into a fluff of soft, hot sand. And sprinting as fast as possible down a steep hill and wiping out completely, caking my whole body in sand. I couldn't get the sand out of my ears for a few days after that. The dunes we went to was connected to Mt. Baldy, which was literally a mountain of sand, which a small group I went with originally went to. The view at Lake Michigan let us see some of the buildings of the city of Chicago.
A typical day had us doing some activities in groups, then lounging around the house at night. Everyone was really cool and friendly, and I was able to get to know some people better (not all) through out the course of the week. In the odd hours we would play Brawl in the living room, and various people would be playing their DS's. At one point we had a 10 person tetris game going on with the DS's which I attended somewhat by playing some Gradius on my psp. There were a lot of artists that were able to get together, and seeing them exchange thoughts and sketchbooks was pretty amazing. More than a few couples were present at this dealie, including a very cute couple that had met for the first time at the very convention. They were sooo cute it hurt, but I talked to the dude later on and he said meeting his girlfriend, and everyone else at the same time was a really nervewracking experience, heh heh.
Many of the days had memorable moments and I do not regret going at all. The shyer part of my personality came through I think, but usually I just couldn't help but have a smile on my face seeing these people I only knew on the internet, interacting and having a good time together. Was nice to have a few smokers there to chat with, too.
As far as my life goes, this vacation I hope is the end of my vacationing for a while. I've been a real slouch the past year or so, and I need to get my life on some kind of track. Hmm.
Here's a couple pictures.
http://aquas.lardpirates.com/images/IMG_4655.JPG - we are broadcasting internet radio, and liz is doing her denise character, who is apt to getting butt sex
http://aquas.lardpirates.com/images/IMG_4796.JPG - the people on the stairs are the drinkers from the other house, and this picture was taken during the confusion of a game where i was directed to run down into that room and turn off the tv while everyone is playing games, the people sitting down may reflect a disappointed disposition.
http://aquas.lardpirates.com/images/IMG_4857.JPG - the cliff of the dunes with the two caseys
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Also check out this mighty suggestive poem I managed to finish.
Doubled Beauty
The surprise that I found
like lilies in her eyes,
that she the younger sister
of a sister that I knew.
The older with brown eyes and
the younger with blue.
The older with brown hair and
the other with blonde.
Odd melody that sings
between siblings serene,
I'm a man that they intertwine
and weave about me,
oh what their collective
beauty is to me.
The older one I knew
and that I crushed her too.
What offspring in magicka
creates this ether blue?
Coagulating wounds
to boys who've known their noons,
they finess eachother's plumes.
The heightened love of double,
oo.
The surprise that I found
like lilies in her eyes,
that she the younger sister
of a sister that I knew.
both beautiful, oo!
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