Astronomer

This thread is awesome... I am loving your words.

cardboard adolescent

great! impetus to keep writing..

cardboard adolescent

time does not end inside himself
space makes room for all her friends
together they embrace us all,
they are big; we are small
la, la, la la, la la, la, la, la la
time is not beside himself
space extends her gracious heart
we, their modest children
could not bear to see them part

cardboard adolescent

shaking and praying
sending nervous laughter to G-D
hallelujah, buddy
can you make me feel like a twenty?
a crisp bill, arsenic of the Olympians
I hope you're still taking notes
this is where it gets interesting, confession
I've been teasing you with my sins
playfully digging deeper
this is how I get your attention, right Daddy?
Oh Lord,
please allow me to
overcome something
and find
something else
allow me to repeat myself
without being
aware
and
without feeling
silly

I have no voice to speak to You with,
all these words are on loan
I'm not sure when their meaning will
get to You,
and chances are
meaning isn't even mine to give
but
You know I mean something by it
the gesture
it's all we have, you know
I'll make the gesture

I am Sin, this is Sin,
you are Sin, we are Sinning

own your discomfort
the things that make you uncomfortable
are the things
that show you something
about
yourself

not You, oh Lord! Twas merely an aside!
how could I demand anything of You?
but you know...
you did promise me
eternal
somethingness?


i'm not even really sure I want it
what's it like exactly?
please, put it in writing
and
I'll have my lawyer
get back to you

cardboard adolescent

a new German night, to the gold crew
the cold of the night, to be still, still
the issues are honored, Belvedere
does not smile, or tell the time-tested
lies, the lion in the jungle, rings
magic circles disarming circus freaks
stripped down to pale yellow musk
a fiendish belly, tundra turned inside out
before you now are small rocks and
sea shells, as you saw she was selling
or had been, as you were, no words, but
swords, daggers, pre-prescribed Romulan rites
an excess of purple cloth, nervous smile
what makes the clicking man tick
enabled consistently through and through
inconsistency, my friendly devil, my only
stain, urge, resisting recollection
through and through, such a lovely shade
for my lovelies, shading the harsher tones
a man must do what a man must do what
we must make of our sins, brick buildings
trite formalism becomes quite the revelation
seeing through unopened eyes, lovely
riding on beats that advertise their no-surprise
the smooth waves, we are in passing, artists
but ah! for too long no more; too open to the tired sea
to produce patterns of sense, sputtering
i am your broken machine, that i am cannot
be expressed, only repressed, pointing wildly
there goes the mighty invisible!
the Germans will hunt him to where
the beginning touches the end
dressed in resplendent gold,
and how they will fall
over the edge
we sing
and
dance
their story
while mother ages
a new wave for her old worries

cardboard adolescent

Have you inherited the AdSense?
to click or not to click
to become one with the flow
the pure flow of capital
the schizophrenic movement of nothingness
buy like a Buddhist
open up, open up completely
open up your wallet, and we will rub your belly
play the game, bet your life
if you're clever you can exploit your way up
unfair? don't be a sore loser
if the game were fair it would be pure chance
and the game lets us know who we are
we are the winners

yes the colors are creamy, cool
reality becomes metallic and smooth
we either glide along or encounter it abruptly
a great crunch, the effortless collapsing of spines

check the dashboard, it knows
how fast we're going, how far we've gone

cardboard adolescent

adorned shears plastered
through anachronistic nooks
solvent rabble rendered indissoluble
linked to kill, the ineluctable cure

glowing barometers indicate
unctuous aneroids' umbrage
or the 'there' of hydrocyclic theories
a mere means, the merely mortal

number of all seals on
thy tire iron idol implies
to reduce salient uses try
rubber caresses, clay abuses

radiating radiculitis
repealed lips own pearls
twins born in drowning
ink spills limpid

mid-upper paralysis
steel glimpse, sleep's boundaries
to the kind arab sister
redundant, drowsy resistance

cardboard adolescent

oh numinous antinomies
trap me in thy confusion
together we deliver to humanity
the bitter taste of our confession
finally, we are free from belief
free to weep for what this world lacks
free to own our awe, free to lie,
to tell sweet, sugary lies, to sink
into the fantasy of our choosing

cardboard adolescent

the System isn't real
that's why it works so well

the accusations never spoken
run deepest

I know of nothing greater
than the all-encompassing I

every attitude is like a
stepping stone on quicksand

hop, friend, hop!

Kamikazi Kat

I'm reading them. I don't exactly know if I know what they mean, but I like reading them. Your poetry feels like it was written in a stream-of-consciousness way, where it does more to produce imagery in my mind and has an overall feel and concept rather then a direct meaning. I also started to read the "deep thoughts" thing in your signature. Your writing covered things that I have thought of and much more, but in a more in depth way that helped me kind of understand everything a bit more. Every time an idea passes through my head I have trouble explaining it in words or understanding why I might think that, your work did a good job of filling in all of the gaps and holes.