Wednesday, February 9, 2005

body of christ

1
today is ash wednesday
the ashes of our sins
dance merrily upon
our tainted flesh

for sins are being burned
cremated in their horror chambers
lest we forget misdeed


2
we went to red lobster
my father did not want
to eat any meat today

so he ate fish
which is still meat
but the meat comes
from the sea not
from the land

if he would not agree
fish was meat
then he would agree
with this:

"you had the body of christ,"
i told him
i would've added
which is just a bread waffer
but didn't
out of respect

he did not laugh
my brother did
i didn't

"you have no sense
of humor," i told
him.


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twittering
rustling

feathers

among the trees
i see wings
flying things
birds that sing

of

the morning
the opaque night
the afternoon

of

happiness
to be alive

then
a
bull
dozer
uproots
the tree

and
the
birds

flut
ter
away

i miss their song
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Indefatiguable!

Sure you've heard someone rag out, "This work is indefatiguable!"

And you should be glad you haven't. "Indefatiguable," which means "tireless" in dumber terms, is a word I loathe. It's extremely pompous, extremely terrible-sounding.

Don't use this word. Use other, better, words.

Anyone else have some words they hate? What about some words they love?

Personally, it's hard to limit myself on what words I love. I'll just list: cauterize, romp, servile, tendril, limp, languid, swath, somber, mellow, opaque, feeble, libertine, gobbledegook, lust. . .

Could list more, but that's enough. For now.
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Monday, February 7, 2005

asiamableedingheart

I
as i am a bleeding heart
writing in blood my art
i will watch this coming day
as roses are gave
& kisses are said to be forever

II
bleed will i upon the floor
till fall i over
for none of those shapely pears have i

III
that pear shall
sweeten
till succulent
it is eaten
goodbye sweet innocence

IV
"goodbye,"
and will i
wave to a passing
dream?
flowers blow
and the wind moans
as those stems
holding red
sway
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Changing Peoples' Lives Everyday

DarkOrderKnight0: Hey
DarkOrderKnight0: I wanted to thank you man.
DarkOrderKnight0: About a year or so ago, maybe more, you made a thread called "Behind the Formaldehyde Curtain". It was on an article you found about what morticians and the like do.
DarkOrderKnight0: Well, the other day I got accepted to college for Funeral Services, and it's all thanks to that article. I read it through and though, "Shit, that sounds like a good profession."
DarkOrderKnight0: Thanks Mitch.
DarkOrderKnight0 signed off at 1:40:02 AM.
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Sunday, February 6, 2005

crazy little

i'm just a crazy little man
who whispers words in your ear
till it's all you hear in your head
till the dong of doom
i'm just a crazy little man
don't make me more than i am
don't make me less
i'm just a crazy little man
my future laughs and mocks,
my ambition is a coat on the hanger
ready to be worn to holes
i'm just a crazy little man
and you're a crazy little woman
if you want something like me
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can the falling be undisturbed?

it's easy to fall in love with anyone
but to keep falling without picking yourself up
is a trick bending gravity
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Saturday, February 5, 2005

i give you a rose

I said i would get you a rose,
so here it is:

it's bloomed, lipstick red
the petals look fragile
the scent is pleasing
its stem is green of envy
the roots soil in ground
draining nutrients

it's bloomed, blood red
a heart green at the gills
dipped in blood and dried
to suitable color

it's bloomed, but as every rose
it has its thorns
prick them upon your palm
and feel their pain

this is the rose i give you
nothing fancy, but i hope
you can see it.
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Friday, February 4, 2005

bleed me

bleed me bold red full of passion
bleed me scarlet
itch me till i rash
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I don't know if I'm satisfied with this poem. Is it too repetitive at the beginning?

life is the prying, poking steel girder in your heart
this building built shall fall apart
life is the prying, poking steel girder in your heart
this building built shall fall apart

ascending to the sky we don't know why
we've got to bruise and sore the sky
ascending to the sky we don't know why
we've got to bruise and sore the sky

life is the prying, poking steel girder in your heart
this building built shall fall apart
life is the prying, poking steel girder in your heart
this building built shall fall apart

the steel will rust the bombers'll come
support will dwindle the building tilt
the planes of death are on their way
death haunts the skies
terror blackens our blood to oil

when our towers fall we'll catch each other
in embrace
one last heave
of lost lovers
till then
let's scrape the sky dry
with our towering steelwork
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