I am the cool behind your fire, the shadow of everlasting desire.. so lets dance to this pyre and grow ever higher.. only then can we paint like a liar
poetry pot
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Our hero is seen rifling through a cardboard box until he picks up a japanese lucky cat charm, pauses to look at it, and then puts it down.
"Any idea where we're headed?", the uninitiated book-keeper asks.
"From here we travel down the bumpy railway to calcutta.." our relatable hero explains.
He goes on to detail, "this spirit is known for trying to make deals with mortals in exchange for something....."
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What if every deity from the days of yore was merely a time-traveling tourist from thousands of years in the future, his (to him mundane) parlor tricks appearing to be “miracles” to the people of the time?
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He who sleeps, forgotten, fulfill its dreams,
She who wanders, reborn, in darkness sealed,
You the shallow, with empty words, no deeds,
Savior, give me directions, make me succeed.
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heres a profile im working on check it out:
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name: cantaloupe cross-section
interests: chopping fresh heads of lettuce, afternoon shadows cast on urban tennis courts
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"afternoon shadows cast on urban tennis courts"
nice
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:-) (cool thread dude)
-gold chains w/ semi precious stones
-why cant i ask "why?" anymore?
-a young professional struck with paralysis at the mere heat of its breath..
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I slipped on black ice
frightened in the night
after you, I plee
to the end of this bitter fight
so can we be
everlasting
eternity
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I love that last one, Zach.
Ps, is this just a misc poetry thread or a poetry-when-you're-high thread? 'cause I've definitely been assuming the latter.
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just a pot of poetry, a splash of certainty dorsa
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under the floor
hiding from a red hot sun
but just a poor pup
starving and lone
what is my nature
and your eyes opened
together we are
under the floor
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There,
In the black of the--
Heart.
In the back of the--
Soul.
On and on it rumbles, that trying tug of self-confidence's pull.
But reality pulls back harder.
It's hard to see from down here,
In the spot of the--
Lung.
In the dimly lit--
Hall.
On the page of the--
Test.
The "Grand Scheme" of it all.
But, whatever.
Straining eyes only see bloodspots,
so soak up the darkness -- or let it soak you.
Just go blind.
Because, whatever.
This wire architecture is built through
the veins in our hands,
the veins in our hands making maps of our mental substrates.
Roadmaps;
Crissing and crossing country and county lines,
but never escaping that frail wireframe within that murmurs:
"Mediocre."
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I like the end :)
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Thank you :)
Welcome to the pinnacle of the Earth.
Can you see those bottle-humans, all filled with
shit?
Shit-faced liars filled to the brim with shit,
and, well, shit, you know they know it.
See, you can even hear their shit
Each and every one of them saying:
"You're full of it."
Full of what?
"Full of shit."
And they make shit-colored games with people who say shit,
and girls who shit in cups and eat other girls' shit.
Say shit, eat shit, shit shit pies.
All those bottle-humans, just living their shit-filled lives.
And they even live in shitholes and stick shit in their shitters.
Put some diamonds on that shit, sir, and watch that shit there glitter.
Shit-talkers talk shit all the day long.
And here you hear me sing about shit in this shitty, shitty song.
Say shit, eat shit, shit shit pies.
All those bottle-humans, just living their shit-filled lives.
They shit bricks to build their shitty homes
and Europeans shit out garden gnomes.
Shit is a cuss word,
shit is a verb.
shit is a noun,
synonymous with turd.
Shit happens, shit stinks, shit sounds absurd.
And bottle-humans shit more than shit shitting birds.
Say shit, eat shit, shit shit pies.
All those bottle-humans, just living their shit-filled lives.
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I really like that shit.
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Put some diamonds on that shit, sir, and watch that shit there glitter.
that is the shit
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babe, do you wanna dance like betty page
get lost in a galaxy, get hot like a sun
don't need no ship, dont have time hun
what a racetrack, I need my space back
so drop those panties and I'll drop mine
lets love
we'll fall hard
so don't deal it like a card
to steal all my dumb luck
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Various lyrical tid bits for my band (I don't really expect anyone to read them, but still):
Father
If you are who they say you are
Then I thank you
But until you shake my hand
You will not be
Please tell them to stop demanding you are
Otherwise I love thee
If you are who they say you are
Then I thank you
But until you kiss my forehead
You're not
Uh-uh
No way
You're not
Oh holy one
If you feel I must burn
For my ignorance of your being
Then so be it
But by that logic you're not a very cool entity at all
Certainly not one I'd like shaking my hand
So if you are who they say you are
Then I'm grateful
Until I kiss your hand myself
You're not
Not to be rude
But if you feel I must burn
For my ignorance
Of your existence
Then suck my cock in turn
We'll start with one
There's nothing to do
Nothing to watch
Nothing worth talking about
We'll start with one
We'll have some fun
We'll start with one
We'll have some fun
We'll dance the dance of boredom
And the dreams of the native minds
The streams of vacant times
We pass with our new born lives
We'll have fun we'll move to 2 or 9
Remember family we'll be fine
We'll swim in the sand of morrowhere
We'll start with one
We'll have some fun
We'll start with one
We'll have some fun
9 to 5 sounds real real nice
But I'd rather get me a slice of
Of the spirit world
Circle the moon
Without ever leaving
My box of crayons
Lets wake the Dead
Lets wake the dead 2x
I lie awake thinking of all the noises
That are poisonous
If you are not my friend
You bet
You had better run from us
Step to your altar, clear your throat
Prepare yourself to provoke
The ones that were once where we are now
Lets bring em back by being fucking loud
Lets wake the dead 2x
Rise and shine its overwhelming
Break the barrier
Lets get em rolling
In their graves I bet you son
You will hear the starting gun so
Lets wake the dead
Bring back the spoiled
Lets wake the dead
Lets show em all
That they were once
What we are now
We'll break em free
We'll break em free
So listen to me
And lets wake the dead
Fay
Where is she now
Shes thinking of me
But why can't she see
Shes thinking of me?
Where is she now
I bet shes buying me gifts
Gifts of love and acceptance
Her pain will go away
She'll just forget it
I said HEY HEY HEY!
Why don't you listen to me
Just sing with me FAY FAY FAY
Fay lets play
Lets dance where are you
It'll be like it was
When you smiled into my soul
I said HEY HEY HEY!
Please just dance with me
Its not too late late late
So i just stare at the cars and the walls
I stare at the people in the halls
The loons and the goons and all
They'll never know how much she cares
So I just STARE STARE STARE
Oh but soon she'll be standing
Just standing there there there
I said HEY HEY HEY!
Why don't you listen to me
Just sing with me FAY FAY FAY
I said HEY HEY HEY!
Please just dance with me
Its not too late late late
I got more if anyone responds to these :)
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We'll dance the dance of boredom
And the dreams of the native minds
The streams of vacant times
We pass with our new born livesWe'll have fun we'll move to 2 or 9
Remember family we'll be finemy fave part, though I liked it all
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Maan, thanks Zach. You don't even know how much that means to me. I really dig your stuff too.
Heres more:
The Grocery Store
Oh fuck
Oh fuck
Oh fuck
They're looking at me
I hope this doesn't mean somethings wrong
Just look down
You're alright, you're alright, you're alright
Or are you?
Just look down
You're alright, you're alright, you're alright
Is something wrong?
I feel I'll know soon enough
What could happen?
Who knows but they keep looking
What are they thinking
Are they thinking what I think they're thinking- should I leave?
They only mean harm when I get like this
Just walk right by them- don't look scared
Hide it
They'll smell your fear
Or do they?
Just look down
You're alright, you're alright, you're alright
Apparently
x3
Warm Baby
Like an old friend
Returning from cold empty nothingness
To conglomerate with your
BONES
BLOOD &
BRAINS!
And breathe life to a
Warm baby
Warm baby
Warm baby release
The baby grows old and dies
Before you two really have time to catch up
So you're left
With a taste of relief
Then nothing more than
A memory that was oh so brief
Warm baby
Warm baby
Warm baby
I say warm baby release
The World As We Know It (Basically a sister song to "We'll start with one"
Jump in the water
Forget your dispositions
Descend toward the sky and
Sink
Sink
Sink
Lets change the world as we know it
Though we never knew it anyway
Lets play with the floral and fauna
Before they blow it all away
Just
Sink
Sink
Sink
Lets get lost in ourselves and breathe the open air
Feel it in your bones and feel it in your hair
Its realNow
Feel
Feel
Feel
Its
Real
Real
Real
Drink the Purple Punch
Its a purple door
To another world
Believe in me
Heed my advice
Means are justified today
Drink the purple punch
Drink the purple punch
Its a purple door
To another world
Believe in me
Heed my advice
Means are justified today
Drink the purple punch
Drink the purple punch
Mr. Jones
The ships going down
Here's your cup
Its all gone around
Now its your turn to
Drink the purple punch
Drink the purple punch
Roxy Cotton Tail
Roxy
Roxy
Roxy Cottontail
I said now
Oh Roxy
Oh how can I tell your tale?
I said now
Roxy
(Roxy Cotton, Roxy Cotton, Roxy Cotton....)
Must've had her a thousand times
All day she hops around my shambled mind
Shes my brown bunny
I love her so much
But maan I'm outta money
She tastes like relief
Its beyond my belief
Of whats wrong and whats right
My pain is her bite
My warmth is her touch
I love her so much
But maaan
I'm outta money
Roxy
Oh how can I tell your tale?
Oh Roxy
Roxy Cottontail
Must've had her a thousand times
All day she hops around shambled my mind
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we should start a band, we have something to say.
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seriously? that'd be awesome man. are you musically inclinded? what style are you interested in?
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I'm somewhat, I've been playing guitar, harmonica, and singing blues for a while now.. I want mellow distorted guitar with heavy bass and vocals
shit man we could do anything and it'd be fun at this point haha
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I'll sit my grandchild on my knee and say, "I was there, son. I was there when it all began. I saw them join with my own two eyes." And he'll look at me a long time, and say, "And you didn't even try to stop them?" Because you guys are going to become something ominous.
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awe.. I liked serial killers..
this is something I'd like to sound like
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yo zach whats your msn messenger? i'm joshuaastorian@hotmail.com
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zach3427@hotmail.com, I thought I already had you..
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you have had me, zachary.
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So I still don't know if this a place to post high-on-pot poetry, or just regular poetry, but I do know that I continously check this thread when I am high. Like now.
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i murder' dem' for real, witnesses can slip on banana peel
while im eatin cabana meals flown in from alaskan salmon fields
and bitch u cannot wield - what u aren't used 2 holdin
ur jaw drops when you see my arms are golden - ur foldin
while im straight uppin the ante, cops cant seem to understand me
cuz i got more bread under my mattress than they do up in thier pantry -
guh thats fucking magic
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