O
Occipudding
Guest
(Disclaimer: I realize some of the wordings and phrasings I use could be seen as offensive. I don't know what type of people read this board as I'm new. If you feel offended by anything I have written, please lighten up. It's creative expression. I'm not a prejudiced person. I'm an honest person and I try to be honest in my writings. The following comes from the heart, it is a glimpse into my soul. Because I may say something a certain way does not necessarily mean that that's the way I see it. I say this only because I know there are some overly sensitive people out there. This is creative expression and no harm or offense was intended upon writing or posting these words. No apologies will be made. If you're not offended, cool. I like you already. I hope someone enjoys the glimpse)
Lavation (of the Glaucous Tortoise)
Coriander coquette
How I loved you
A gentle spasm with angel breath
A muzzle with the morning dew
Neruda and butane--and we'd watch the sun sink into the sea
And on your wings, I could touch the clouds through the trees
And now I'm gone
Gone--and I feel like a wonderless soul
And I tremble like a dove in giant's hands
Slender, cloudy fingers
Sweeping through my hair
The aura of which still pluck through every strand
Churning in synodic,
You slink and I secrete
Unclasp my hand
Unlatch this letch before me
Fingerings
Rust, cornered by bone,
my rose breathes from the heart
A landscape of a plain and restless blue
I touch felt to canvas
And these wings fly only backwards,
these wheels are too square
Where is my inspiration?
The slow hand, feathered in the mess of an ugly duck
Disguised as a wolf, shrouded in sheepskin
My soul is an abortion
My fingers are weak
Achmed and the Subway
fresia.
Duck.
La Human Morte--"Frown On!"
Expedience drawled out
And so I called out,
in meaning to shout
"Dear God, won't you please let me pout!"
Fellow consumers, j-just hear me out:
Have you ever felt like a mere echo of life?
More than just Stucco inside
As seconds subside
Perhaps, even mechanized?
Well...
I'm a malfunction
A malfunction whose somethin' is something like "crumpin'"
Save for the fact that each downbeat leaves me in a fetal position
I'm
I'm latent dysfunction
An airway obstruction
And oh, I have this friend named Calamity who I like to call "Munchkin"
Where the fresia am I going?
Where the hell have I been?
I'm a stuck Fred Astaire
I'm a sinny-sin-sin
But I guess I just want to know
I mean I just gotta know
I mean I...
Need
Yearn
Ache
My teeth chatter and shake and I'm sweating profusely in my desire to know
Does it get any easier?
Will my ship ever sail out to sea?
Is Heaven much breezier?
Do you think they have Wii?
Faggot
Aloha the Word!
In all its corrosive
Denouncing its structure to forgetting its name
Wake up in the morning
In the summer
(What a bummer)
I can smell
The Sharptons full out in bloom at this time of year
I can articulate
A dashiki with tails
They fire the pigeons
And we're cooed to a lull
Of submission
Of reverse-subjugation
You say "queer"
And their tears fall all around the house
They're tired and ill
From being trounced with our words
H to the izzo
M to the izzo
But these utterings are not the dragon itself
But mere cinders it ejects from its flames
They die out in the plague
So why do I wave my white flag?
As these surfactantive pundits "tsk tsk" the monster at its feet
What ever happened to "I have a dream?"
Because now we're just lodging mortars against freedom of speech
The discourse, played out
Move on
Get right
There will be no reparations
Until those who cry out for it free slavery from its currently inhabited nations
Ho-hum
Continue on diminishing contrast
Abating gender and race
But I am not the enemy
It's you
And your generals
Waging this war
Stoking the flames
Excusing the actions of those who should hold the blame
Your petitions killed chivalry
And you embrace slumber smug as a zealot
Sleep
Sleep!
My dear sheep
For sleep is the cousin of death
*****!
(it has come to my attention that "h to the izzo, m to the izzo" is a line nas used in a jay-z diss song when i initially thought it was merely a clever play on a jay-z song. my apologies for paraphrasing/quoting 2 nas songs in the same piece.)
Stupid Yellow ***** (I Don't Fucks With Her No More)
Little bee
Selfish fluttering
I'm muttering
"Not with me"
We won't coagulate again
Soul Stretch
Topple with a black paper thud
Like a hundred kisses slipping
Rotary, Get gone
Simple knees are trembling
Binary, Get messed
Groping in the dark for the vein to love the ache
Or the release becomes a copout for death
Scud.
If I could excommunicate the madness
Maybe
Just perhaps with a bomb
Then the trees and the seas
And the birds and the bees
Could shed their baby teeth
And the whole world could be a swan
-o-
I and I and Adonai
Elohim, I'm alone
My god, is anybody home?
Convincing, still
an absent Ghost
And the masses are asses to feel you in their pain
And I, Adonai
I feel pain in myself
I have faith and belief but in shorter-formed stealth
Could there exist evil where no good ever could?
Could the roaches and rats
And the wolves and the sheep
Ever get by on just loving themselves?
Because they just lay infatuated with a less despondant sky
To explain the reasons why
And my God! The answers outrun the questions!
Or everyone around is a nigger with a gun
And it all manifests at the absence of a ghost at the helm of the sun
But I have questions too
like
Why wasn't Jesus given up to the dogs
instead of just given up on?
Or why can't Krishna bring the power back to the streets?--
--where the people live
Why isn't Allah around?
What with all these bombs falling down
And why can't Hashem lift the drag from the days,
or flush out the AIDS,
give the kiddies good grades,
or kill all the gays,
or save Shamoo from the tankers
A hush through the cosmos
Planets collide
His grace scorches the sky
A world pooled full with love,
all craving love from the ghost,
all dead
And he's tucked in the cosmos
Or maybe deader than dead
And I, Adonai
Adonai, I do not know
(this next one's a two-parter)
Snowflake
Get the rocks and POP!
And deaf ears rise to dumb cries
You're a deer hoof stuck in the grill
You're a car up on blocks
I guess we all feel invincible sometimes
Enough so
so that the crash leaves us in love with the numbness
Fallopian Ivory
Flakes of it everywhere
But they snow upside down
And you can control the weather
But who can control the tremors?
or the infatuation?
frostbite (the epilogue)
simmering in an illusion,
Deathly opaque
Oh, sweet vertigo
Awoke
Trace into me like frostbite
Like the flightplan of a virus
Like no one ever even knew my name
I come on like an idea thrown across the table
A hush falls upon the crowd and the Old Man Members of the Board, giddy with laughter
Are squirming in their seats
And I'm peppered, and salted, and sugared, and suited, and pickled, and shat out, and rise to Sensimilla
And I can't separate the beggars from the choosers
Or the children from the waves that turn them into users
And I'm lost in the middle of it all
Concrete, sun-bleached skies
Yet I strive,
no,
I breathe to maintain this frequency for as long as I can
Waving good-bye the whole time
And when I die,
I want to travel back in time
And wave hello to myself
Lavation (of the Glaucous Tortoise)
Coriander coquette
How I loved you
A gentle spasm with angel breath
A muzzle with the morning dew
Neruda and butane--and we'd watch the sun sink into the sea
And on your wings, I could touch the clouds through the trees
And now I'm gone
Gone--and I feel like a wonderless soul
And I tremble like a dove in giant's hands
Slender, cloudy fingers
Sweeping through my hair
The aura of which still pluck through every strand
Churning in synodic,
You slink and I secrete
Unclasp my hand
Unlatch this letch before me
Fingerings
Rust, cornered by bone,
my rose breathes from the heart
A landscape of a plain and restless blue
I touch felt to canvas
And these wings fly only backwards,
these wheels are too square
Where is my inspiration?
The slow hand, feathered in the mess of an ugly duck
Disguised as a wolf, shrouded in sheepskin
My soul is an abortion
My fingers are weak
Achmed and the Subway
fresia.
Duck.
La Human Morte--"Frown On!"
Expedience drawled out
And so I called out,
in meaning to shout
"Dear God, won't you please let me pout!"
Fellow consumers, j-just hear me out:
Have you ever felt like a mere echo of life?
More than just Stucco inside
As seconds subside
Perhaps, even mechanized?
Well...
I'm a malfunction
A malfunction whose somethin' is something like "crumpin'"
Save for the fact that each downbeat leaves me in a fetal position
I'm
I'm latent dysfunction
An airway obstruction
And oh, I have this friend named Calamity who I like to call "Munchkin"
Where the fresia am I going?
Where the hell have I been?
I'm a stuck Fred Astaire
I'm a sinny-sin-sin
But I guess I just want to know
I mean I just gotta know
I mean I...
Need
Yearn
Ache
My teeth chatter and shake and I'm sweating profusely in my desire to know
Does it get any easier?
Will my ship ever sail out to sea?
Is Heaven much breezier?
Do you think they have Wii?
Faggot
Aloha the Word!
In all its corrosive
Denouncing its structure to forgetting its name
Wake up in the morning
In the summer
(What a bummer)
I can smell
The Sharptons full out in bloom at this time of year
I can articulate
A dashiki with tails
They fire the pigeons
And we're cooed to a lull
Of submission
Of reverse-subjugation
You say "queer"
And their tears fall all around the house
They're tired and ill
From being trounced with our words
H to the izzo
M to the izzo
But these utterings are not the dragon itself
But mere cinders it ejects from its flames
They die out in the plague
So why do I wave my white flag?
As these surfactantive pundits "tsk tsk" the monster at its feet
What ever happened to "I have a dream?"
Because now we're just lodging mortars against freedom of speech
The discourse, played out
Move on
Get right
There will be no reparations
Until those who cry out for it free slavery from its currently inhabited nations
Ho-hum
Continue on diminishing contrast
Abating gender and race
But I am not the enemy
It's you
And your generals
Waging this war
Stoking the flames
Excusing the actions of those who should hold the blame
Your petitions killed chivalry
And you embrace slumber smug as a zealot
Sleep
Sleep!
My dear sheep
For sleep is the cousin of death
*****!
(it has come to my attention that "h to the izzo, m to the izzo" is a line nas used in a jay-z diss song when i initially thought it was merely a clever play on a jay-z song. my apologies for paraphrasing/quoting 2 nas songs in the same piece.)
Stupid Yellow ***** (I Don't Fucks With Her No More)
Little bee
Selfish fluttering
I'm muttering
"Not with me"
We won't coagulate again
Soul Stretch
Topple with a black paper thud
Like a hundred kisses slipping
Rotary, Get gone
Simple knees are trembling
Binary, Get messed
Groping in the dark for the vein to love the ache
Or the release becomes a copout for death
Scud.
If I could excommunicate the madness
Maybe
Just perhaps with a bomb
Then the trees and the seas
And the birds and the bees
Could shed their baby teeth
And the whole world could be a swan
-o-
I and I and Adonai
Elohim, I'm alone
My god, is anybody home?
Convincing, still
an absent Ghost
And the masses are asses to feel you in their pain
And I, Adonai
I feel pain in myself
I have faith and belief but in shorter-formed stealth
Could there exist evil where no good ever could?
Could the roaches and rats
And the wolves and the sheep
Ever get by on just loving themselves?
Because they just lay infatuated with a less despondant sky
To explain the reasons why
And my God! The answers outrun the questions!
Or everyone around is a nigger with a gun
And it all manifests at the absence of a ghost at the helm of the sun
But I have questions too
like
Why wasn't Jesus given up to the dogs
instead of just given up on?
Or why can't Krishna bring the power back to the streets?--
--where the people live
Why isn't Allah around?
What with all these bombs falling down
And why can't Hashem lift the drag from the days,
or flush out the AIDS,
give the kiddies good grades,
or kill all the gays,
or save Shamoo from the tankers
A hush through the cosmos
Planets collide
His grace scorches the sky
A world pooled full with love,
all craving love from the ghost,
all dead
And he's tucked in the cosmos
Or maybe deader than dead
And I, Adonai
Adonai, I do not know
(this next one's a two-parter)
Snowflake
Get the rocks and POP!
And deaf ears rise to dumb cries
You're a deer hoof stuck in the grill
You're a car up on blocks
I guess we all feel invincible sometimes
Enough so
so that the crash leaves us in love with the numbness
Fallopian Ivory
Flakes of it everywhere
But they snow upside down
And you can control the weather
But who can control the tremors?
or the infatuation?
frostbite (the epilogue)
simmering in an illusion,
Deathly opaque
Oh, sweet vertigo
Awoke
Trace into me like frostbite
Like the flightplan of a virus
Like no one ever even knew my name
I come on like an idea thrown across the table
A hush falls upon the crowd and the Old Man Members of the Board, giddy with laughter
Are squirming in their seats
And I'm peppered, and salted, and sugared, and suited, and pickled, and shat out, and rise to Sensimilla
And I can't separate the beggars from the choosers
Or the children from the waves that turn them into users
And I'm lost in the middle of it all
Concrete, sun-bleached skies
Yet I strive,
no,
I breathe to maintain this frequency for as long as I can
Waving good-bye the whole time
And when I die,
I want to travel back in time
And wave hello to myself
. just out of curiosity, did you have a favorite? if you don't remember any of them, you don't have to go back and read through them, i won't be offended..... much... haha
