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[IJesusChrist]

I need to post one of these, I los tmy other one.

I'm sitting looking at my cereal bowl its a great one, of shiny leather like no spikes have ever dawned upon my crescent's view of eternity. I really would like to lather in its expensive and lavish poverty-smeling essence, but it has passed me for another, a cord, a chord, something that vibrates so deeply in my mind, my neurons become dislodged and float around until devoured by a carcass of my former being. This disgusts us all, as well as the infinite and the impossible for they are not beings or entitys, but rather a inbetween of nothing and something, always indescribable. My vocabulary is becoming slim as a spit our the split out of the rest of my conjunctions and volumes of intricate texts. I no longer can see the purple sliding from the trees that always fill my poetic license's view. It only encompasses that which one would describe as fertile. A land so bright and blue that the whales would envy it's silk. I wouldn't dare determine its origins for it is quite beyond the black abyss which I call home, and I would look rather foolish to express any type of understanding, yet a firey ember would love to push itself forth, to unsheath its slender meaning. My girlfriend just signed off on me from facebook, I don't think we're going to make it.

 

[Brugmansia]

You got me into a pipe dream while I was reading this text. Good work!

 

[Affirmatory]

'A land so bright and blue that the whales would envy it's silk.'

My favorite part.

 

[IJesusChrist]

I love your unique individuals have responded, I would like to repond back. But I cannot, as my finger type at my keyboard, i hear the clicks but am lost into a deep, and somber sleep. I am not moving, nothing. My hands work as if I am locked behind a cage that is so fluffy and wonderful I can't help but giggle, a little. I wonder what it would feel like to be in control, of course I know, because I am, or am I? Of course you are, silly. Don't be so naive, I'll let you type, right now, atleast, so go ahead, and spill your thoughts please.

Ok.

I was riding in the leather of the backseat. Green metal on the outside, and tan cool slip on the inside, able to free my thoughts by the passing trees, all rushing to go behind me. I can't imagine their legacies, or their children's amusement as they watch their brethren grow. I wonder how mother earth feels as we tickle her mustache that she is so ashamed of to show the sun. Ahh, the sun, the real mother, God's breast to us all. As we momentarily forget its importance until it beats us until we're red. To stare into its nipple would not only be funny but would forever stamp your iris with the fools glaze, and you would find yourself in a pickle, remember to tickle that mustache of hers.

 

[mrvitorsky]

Watching porno's. Clicking through words, giving them head in my head. Feel Jack pump my daisy. Deans fiddling my pheasant. It really ain't that pleasant.

Admiring how each man looks through his doors and sees the significance. We all technically see different now that you think of it. Even the realist are surrealist. Just take a moment and look at the paintings. Zappas been staring hard.

Then the paranoia spikes through my head. Slowly its carving out super heroes. Saturday morning cartoons. Barking like a poodle.

 

[IJesusChrist]

I walked home from the now and when I reached a hill of the past I remembered a girl. The girl with blonde hair and a black sweater. The sky was breaking and I was within it, trying to reach my controllably forgotten destiny which has no groundings in the now, or the future, it only propgates through a muddy thick beyond and behind. I remember the feeling of fainting and hitting concrete as I watch it all unfold, restructure its gaia complexity. I can't feel the now anymore, I'm so deep within the realms of my inner being I can't grasp what it is. It is so large, so strong, and so incredible I cannot describe its feelings to anyone, not even myself, the creator. I wonder how it cracks far away but is always adjacent to my belonging, I simply can't understand myself, the deep inner-seeded guilt that I missed something. I wonder if the girl still remembers me, as I sat on the tire swing at four years old. I remember the heat lightning, as if the adults were blinded by age, that they couldn't see the true meaning in the clouds, and their elegance of enormousity. I wondered if I would leave, if the clouds would take me back, and I wondered why the girl... I wept that night, reasons unknown, yet very blatant to my knowledge. "Why?"

 

[IJesusChrist]

Heres a bit of a sleep deprivation call:

Would you like to enter?

I start the train, and it begins to vibe. My movements begin to descend to an erroneous internal affair of minute porportions as my eyes become ever-wanting to shut till day break again. I wonder how thick the black is out my window, if I were to cut it with a knife would it bleed? Would I, could I, make it to the sun?

It becomes denser and more encapsulating as minutes drift by, slowly, and solemly as I stare, and think. Ponder, and wonder about that sun of the bird's song. A crack in the sky will make me cry for I can see the shade of day, the pearlescense, the bad spelling, and the mirror make me pray, that god forbid and kingdom come, may I rest till thursday.

Ants are crawling to my pupils, I must atleast take my consciousness offer to shut my own eyes in defense.

 

[IJesusChrist]

I feel like some of you appreciate these, wrote this one yesterday after a very veyr long busy day. Thought it fit since my recent prescription to ritalin.

A whirl of hippocracy, I'm neither here nor there, trying to support my cause, but only takeing the blame.
Not a single drop of water is dispersed amongst my being, I'm trying to rehydrate, but can't seem to get the feeling.
I stop, and wonder, and collect the data. I can't connect, can only bleed. Won't stop this errata.
In and out, up and down, that is what it is, to be spread like butter on the slab of time, I'm melting into me.
The dots and dashes of my life are adding to an error, I can see it coming, can feel it's beat, and now I'm feeling terror.
I laugh a bit, and smile, knowing it does not matter, yet somewhere deep, somewhere thin, someone yells for the better.
I don't plug my ears, infact I listen. I want to hear its call. But with all this going, and all this wrong, its always soonly gone.
Again I find myself just staring, staring at the wall. I think to myself, just once more, am I really tall?
Is this size of mine of scale, or am I truly small? The question has been answered many, and again I laugh before the fall.
The floating inbetween the good, the bad, and the ugly, seems to be the only essense, the only real mutuallity.
So, let it be known that when you speak, I have another speaker. The one inside; it is yelling and it is screaming, trying to defy me.
But do not wonder, it's not a thunder, I take some pills you see.
I've been prescribed what some might view as my own hippocracy.

 

[IJesusChrist]

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Sitting under,
Full of wonder,
Thinking funny,
Completely sunny.
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The shade is great, must be fate
I can see the grass growing.

My feet are warm, without a storm
I can feel the grass growing.

Looking up to the leaves, they hold the keys
I giggle at the grass growing.

The branches spread, a tree well-fed
Oh, the grass is growing.
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Across the field, I see a fool - he's running ever so funny
I imagine it, a picture in my head, as if he were a silly bunny
His legs are thin, his face a huge grin - he's got on a hat of wild
As he prances and as he bounces, he seems not a fool, but a fairly quick child
I still sit - under my tree, and be watching the grass grow
And as it does, and as I giggle, I seem to sense his flow
He approaches, but does not talk, but rather laughs a little
A chuckle escapes and I stand awake and question him with a riddle:

"You sir fairy, so agile and airy what is it that you do?
I see you here and I see you there, but never asked to you.
You seem so pleased and seem so happy, what is it that you keep?
I wish to see, I wish to smell that secret within you deep.
I sit here too, under the blue, thinking of the day,
but in a way, I wish I could, but never can I stay.
So what is it mister? Exactly exactly what is it that you do?"

His giggle was simple and quick to me
And he pointed to his nose "Can't you see?"

He did a jump and spin, his leather shoes a-flop
A little hand motion and then a whole body drop
He sat on the grass that was growing.

"I hear the breeze and I feel its tease
Right on my frontside and back
I swing from the branches and play in the trees
Until I tire and sleep
I sit on the rocks, and care never for clocks
As they just tell you how much time you have left
I think never of tommorrow, That will only bring sorrow
This is true for all
Think only today, as tommorrow never to stays
I hope you can see this for sure
The now is forever and you will see this
Because it's not only bliss, it's nature's sweet kiss -
Let it be known to you
So now you see? It's not just me
It's how you think of today."

I woke from my dream to see a new scene
And now I can see the day.
I wonder of now, and just exactly how
That little man got that way.
I will visit him again, a little now, a little then
But finally, I see the day.

 

[IJesusChrist]

A restful sleep, I would not eat, atleast thats what they say.
I climb out of bed, and raise my head, and see the waking day.
I slip on my shoes, and vomit some booze, and watch it drain away.
I take a deep breathe, and smoke some good meth, and get blasted by a photon ray.
I pet my little cat, whos sitting on a friends lap, and wonder why he stayed.
I smack his face, get him out of my place, and close the door and say:
"Your dreams are unconscious, and your psych is obnoxious, your only going to go astray!
I'd let you in, but all you do is spin, and with this I would rather not play!
I'll talk you later, and I hope that you payed her, because I should never pay."
I feel like I abuse, and definitely not amuse, I feel like I've gone astray.
I pack up my things, I pull a few strings, and I leave my house for a new way.
I take a bite, and I drink on the flight, now I'm going to paraguay.
My life is just starting, as if its me I've been guarding; but now I know everything is Oh kay.
A bit of a slip, and a bit of a sin, I now sit and stare at my stay.I'm no longer alone, but quiet and grown, beneath the stars I pray.
I have left this world, my cat, and my hurl, and now I am on my way;
To the greater heavens, remembering lucky sevens, and now I know:
Its okay I say, and as I pray, I leave my wondering way. I'm on a pathway, a celestial, sparkling bay.
Everywhere here, and everywhere there I finally forget... and play.


I just make these up while killing time... this one was fun.

 

[IJesusChrist]

Actually one more: I havn't done this style in a while, see if I still got it.

A light bulb on the right, I can perpetually see its glaze, rimming the entire room in wave, after wave, after wave. Beating on the walls, the room is at fault, a crack running up the sulfur. We can all sit, and view it, like audiences in the theatre, gawking at it's most magnificent artistic ability to impress. The black and white photograph of the bulb, the chair, the desk, and the cracked paint. The story it has left us to peice together with almsot nothing, every one imagining something. A little boy with his mother, looks at tha painting, and will not leave. His mother astrays to another peice and the boy stays, gawking at the silver oxides, the black, the white, the story.

He still will not leave, and his mother asks him what he likes so much. The boy turns, looks into his mother's soul, her brain, he clicks the buttons, and turns a switch, to make her listen deeply. "Mother, I've been there. when I was born, you remember seeing the chair? The black, the white, the beauty of this peice, don't you remember it mother? Or maybe it was her, the one before you, the one dressed in large. You're not her, and I'm not you, and I hope you can see this too. This peice right here mother, you need to blank the world - concentrate only on this. Do yousee? DO you remember? Please, you do.

I know what you're going to say next, and don't puzzle yourself. I want you to understand.

The boy does it again, the flick of a switch and the turn of a nob while looking into his mothers neurons. "Mother here: I'm not from this. You may not even know me. I am far beyond all of this, and I want you to see this finally. I am beyond you and I am beyond me, I've created the inbetween. I'm going to let you go now, and let you speak, I'll release my grasp on your understanding. Ok begin, remind me of why I have you."

... can't ffinish