Miraquill
8/2/21
Fluid motions
Natural interpretations
Concepts are ideas
Intangible and ineffable
Displayed out to me
Vision connected to thought
Body know how to move
Word is hard
Thought is good
Thought feel nice
Identity adopted from others
Heritage unlearned
Culture created me
It can be different
I am not alone
We are breathing
#avantgarde
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benny_lambchop
42w
Read MoreFluid motions
Natural interpretations
Concepts are ideas
Intangible and ineffable
Displayed out to me
Vision connected to thought
Body know how to move
Word is hard
Thought is good
Thought feel nice
Identity adopted from others
Heritage unlearned
Culture created me
It can be different
I am not alone
We are breathing
Knowledge is intangible
We prescribe it value
Constructed by our perception
Blinded to the reality
Destruction impending
Perhaps accepted
Death of fresh air
Clean water
Abundant food
I should get out more
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itsmedash007
82w
"Strings Attached"
Staring through the terrace lying,
Cross my bed into the divine,
Cosmos filled with darkness and,
Raging enigmas often untreated,
With suspicion carry out they works,
Various as men we not know but,
Somehow bestowed with duty of,
Harbingers of justice and ruckus,
Vigilantes I see them I see it all,
Through my glasses heavily transfixed,
To my pallor part of my demeanour,
I sense their presence captivating,
Isolating at the same time their hearts',
Pulsating mine with as I hear them,
Breathe into my ears I feel a presence,
Of powers great mystic not strong,
Enough to possessed be by paltry,
Visor of humanity fatal sinister could,
They be might or they actually have,
Descended from lands of honeydew,
And daisies are prophets of some sort,
Predicting time's ahead as if strings,
Attached to our bodies play they with,
All might control our emotions sensations,
Creations some rise by good grace others,
Crumble beneath their feet matters no,
Much you shout they don't listen how hard,
Wish you to drag thyself before falling,
Back where all it began the epicenter of,
Origin that brought you so far your,
Creaking four legged wooden friend,
Whilst you sleep the harbingers work,
Tiresomely carving a world out of your,
Subconscious you can't hide they know,
You all your secrets pleasures you seek,
Devoutly and sins you committed not,
Knowingly knows it all the master cut,
Upon your strings you're in the world,
Of roaming cold entities existence a,
Mirage whose language unheard of,
And life forgotten of live thy life way,
You want but bear in mind strings are,
Tightly wound somewhere far far away,
In some distant realms.
©itsmedash0079 1 1
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Incoherent Standup, 4
This other day, right,
I was talkin'
with my friend, Benny,
and HE starts opening his mouth
so... wide!!! Like, it was LITERALLY so wide, right?
His lips just came undone, dude.
Extending, constantly, his skin...
ripping- Eyes enlarging...
as his teeth
grew to the size
of the Eiffel Tower-
I think my friend
is an O L D . O N E5 0 1
Incoherent Standup, 2
So, I was lookin' at her, right-
Right in the eyes...
with MY eyes!
Our eyes
were EYEING one another... with precision.
And I thought, hey,
what would happen...
if?
...
So, I took a nap,
and proceeded
to be devoured
by an egg-slaying sandwich-monster.
Just kidding, just kidding!
Hey, don't take me seriously, yanno?
"Can you just take... a triangle...
to the train-station,
for me, please"?
is what SHE said
last night, guys, amirite???5 0 1
Incoherent Standup, 1
So, I was just walking, right?
Down this lane -- down this lane, yeah --,
with CRUMBS!
Who the FUCK leaves crumbs
lying around? Butt-naked, whole-ass bread-crumbs
in Iraq???
So, I looked "UP", right,
and there were atoms
SCREAMING
at me! Like, I know!!!
So, whatever, I figured
I'd just start scratchin' at my leg,
and my fucking EPIDERMIS
just started laying FUCKING eggs!
Last time I give Jupiter a hug.5 0 1
Avant-Garde-ish, 16, Yes&No
We laugh.
The show...
is funny, yes,
look at how he MOVES
when she speaks-
Isn't it a goof?
Aren't these people a rouse?
Is this family okay? Hm, no,
I wouldn't say... so!
New York
is one hell of a sturdy bone.
Laugh, no,
yes, no, laugh, yo!
Singing, staples, and bitter microphones.
Outlines, expansions, and... updates!
Update.
Update?
U-P-D-A-T-E.
Nah, brotha- Downdate!
D- D- Down.
D- D- Up.
I see the "net weight".
What, pray-tell, is this "number eight"?6 0 1
Avant-Garde-ish, 15, Tastes
Anti-Vax,
Anti-Vax.
Do you like
spiders' legs?
I can't get the taste
of plastic bags
out of my mouth.
I can't get the taste-
I can't get-
I can't-
________________6 0
Avant-Garde-ish, 14, Beans
Everyone's afraid of the "edge",
so no one's gonna make
a fuckin' statement (with mortar and brick).
They're all just gonna hide
in their places.
So, do you have alcohol?
Where is this "alcohol"?
Screw your flippin' tylenol-
I like wine,
and trading Christmas-lights.
I guess we'll all be quiet, now, since we can't
scream!
Scream?
S C R E A M ???
Mhm!
Mmmmmm!
Sour Cream?
toes and fingertips and on-sale sunscreen?
The way your atoms
have collided
into one another, yes,
makes me wanna touch... my beans!
I JUST got these today, they're fresh beans, yes-
Fresh beans STRAIGHT from the grocer.
...10 0 1
Avant-Garde-ish, 2, Wood
I awake, I bust, I chop.
Wait- I 'bust'?
Wood hardens all around my castle.
Vines, vines, vines.
Wood!
La femme, la femme, la femme.
Wooden walls are waxing,
and waning, all around my wailing,
wooden, wandering waypoint.
Wouldn't you know it?12 0 1
sarertnoc
154w
El amor es un cigarro.
Te mata por dentro
pero no puedes dejar de fumarlo.
[sarertnoc]1 0
Hsuan Fawn
You do not exist
Because I am a faceless thing.
Where my eyes once were,
Now a simple galaxy.
Organic flux and fire;
My name changes as the seasons age this year.
As our skin touches, my dear,
OUR membranous reality collides.
Where once was skin
A new dynamic fractal occurs.
Face changes contour spurs.
Pocket dimension, projection,
Being-in-form shapes our formless visage.
Neither your nor mine
Whos time is it anyway?
Where did i set my name?
Why must there be
Just sixteen keys to unlock "me?"
Unto God and Gaea
Such was bade as is spake through me:
Im set upon no keyring.
The watchmaker sold a broken clock.
With a glass eye frozen over
Decal insignia- deity.
Scratch out symbol divinity.
Return unto all
this, fate. this,
void.-Life blood and source of light
©faewickwillow14 0
sarertnoc
157w
"esto nunca ocurrió
pero te ví salir
y arrastrarte hacía
una cama de ventanas rotas"3 0
sarertnoc
157w
vida como si no existiera
suelo de puertas
lámpara colgando al revés
un hoyo en el agua
vías de trenes al cielo
sangre que es parafina
el hielo que ahora arde
oler el silencio áspero
y odiar me gusta
©sarertnoc9 0
Gesundheit!
Bless you thy son , bless you thy daughter
Has your upbringing actually been deciphered.
Ravaging thy self a pity you do , but avail still you try cleave for the cadaver you try to sue?
Fringing on your toes , mollycoddling others , fringing on brothers , standing on shudders have forgotten the sense of amoral calamity?
Bless you for the breath you hold , bless you for the times you fold , bless for the fact you rolled and bless you for the fact that you remain untold.6 0
poet_of_filth
228w
Shaman Dick Milk
My mind’s gears spin like an airplane propeller possessed by the astral material of dead ancestors clinging to neuron receptors…is that you, William Blake, Ginsberg, Rimbaud, Ezra pound….Sylvia Plath, I can feel you lurking in the shadows, peeking through Lazarus’s opera glasses/two visible eyes, third one plummeged up with a fleshy forehead--oh let me, swash back the neck of this damn flask and attempt to traverse this ocean of language and symbols while you, my dear companions, just sit back on dry land and relax…have a drink or two! Your attempt to get off the island was commendable, to say the very least, but like aimless rafts, here you touch back the shore at every goddam try...fucking pathetic! So leave this exploration now to I...C.J. Garrett! Wise poet wizard who can swing from vibration to vibration of the universe so these choppy waves mean nothing!
In the bowl of my left iris, a bearded Shaman sitting upon a buoy squirting ayahuasca out his left boobie. Like a sex addict pulling apart shields of latex and bra straps, in a moment, the distance between us turns into but a mere thumbtack--open mouth wide open; ayahuasca squirts in like a hot geyser.
Swish.
Swish.
Gargle.
Swish.
Swish.
Gargle. Gargle.
“Tell me Shaman, don’t this ayahuasca taste kind of funny?” I ask, rolling the thick liquid round round on my tongue like a molasses carousel--yes, yes...I tasted a lil’ bit of nipple and a lil’ bit of nipple hair--not the problem! Something far else disjointed the geometry.
“Oh that’s not ayahuasca...that’s semen.”
“Semen?”
“Yes, semen. Your semen more specifically.”
Ahhhh. Now we see, the completion of the geometry! My semen quickly terraformed into the taste of my poetry...slightly better tasting semen. I spat out my cum...disgusted, but turned on as the shaman sprouted a beret, turtleneck, scarf and afro and began masturbating while making dick jokes.
Feeling like a more tragic Gilligan, I swam back to my ancestors to apologize, but they all pissed on me while telling me to go to hell. Except Lady Lazarus...she was dead in my easy bake oven, billowed over with shame as it were. But they ensured me, she’d be back tomorrow with theatrical insults and burns and you just drank shaman dick milk out of a shaman nipple so don’t expect to get out the roasting that easy.
They all laughed at me, drinking the last of my scotch while waving middle fingers.11 1
doubleyeasi_dy
259w
Irrwege
In die Nische gedrängt
alte Kunst verschenkt
abgehängt
von geistigen Tiefflug
ist es ein Fluch
dem nicht genug
sie wird vergessen
klingt vermessen
Wortakrobatik
birgt eine Problematik
von sinnfreier Thematik
nur noch umgeben
ohne tiefgreifendes Gedankenleben
stets auf Irrwegen
DY, 17.05.20177 1
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