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fuck that shit

msdeb — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 04:50:00 GMT

http://xkcd.com/137/

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quote (add one)

Mouk — Mon, 14 Mar 2005 18:02:24 GMT

no pressure: no diamonds =P

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Vampire Values

caroleeena — Thu, 01 Nov 2007 01:17:14 GMT

Vampire Values

Victoria the Vampire was a vegetarian
and vegetarian is very difficult
for a vampire to be.

Even so,
visionary and virtuous,
Victoria valiantly avoided veins,
vanquished her vices
via vicodin and valium
availing herself of virtually every variety
of creative alternative,
even vitamins.

Victoria vilified vivisection
and vociferously voiced vehement views
that vampires
having longer lives
having larger world-views
and clearly being advantaged over human bovines
must stop eviscerating
the poor vapid creatures.

But every time Victoria vocalized these views
“Values Vampires” volleyed invective.
Some even leveled grievances,
kavetched to the Vault-Owner’s association,
vowed Victoria’s human rights flag
violated Vault-Owner’s covenants.

After much palaver and investigation,
civic governance
and various venomous vault-owners
forced Victoria to remove
what they called her vituperative railings.
Apparently Old Gory
was virtually the only flag
vault-owner covenants
vouchsafed for the vault.

Victoria was visibly vexed.

The vanquished vampire vowed revenge
and though Victoria reviled violence,
she was not above vengeance
and vacillated between vigilantism
and vilifying the values vampires.
When would vampires eventually evolve!?!

Victoria vigorously investigated the values vampires,
uncovered various vices --
teetotalers voraciously vying for drug-addled vagabonds,
atheists cross-dressing in vibrant vestments,
vampire deviants inside the Vatican…
Victoria videotaped a variety of vile situations
and unveiled the videos
via Boo-Tube.

The values vampires were verklempt,
revealed as vile varmints,
reviled as vamp perverts,
the values vampires were vigorously voted out,
evicted from the vampire vault.

Victoria was vindicated.
Buwahahahaha!
That’ll teach ‘em.

----
Happy Halloween everybody!

Copyright Carolyn L Mabry 2007

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Warning: "R" Rated Poem

CaptainErotica — Sat, 15 Oct 2005 14:46:14 GMT

Warning: "R" Rated Poem

I stroke this poem like a cock
It gets hard and soft
It likes to be touched
It starts out short
Gets longer from attention
Then, in the manner of all cocks,
wants so deeply to be more than itself
To represent some devine expression
On a big spinning rock
In a wide empty void...

It hangs around in between my minstrations
Contemplating it's potential variations
Fueled by fantasy, vision, mirage
It feels it has eyes of it's own
That see much more than my blinkers

This poem likes to be pulled on
til it stretches
It likes to be pushed into new spaces
some of them are hard and bright
some of them are soft and warm
some of them are closed up tight
and take more effort to conquer
some of them surround this poem
Enveloped in the results of it's own exploration
This poem is often surprised at where it ends up

The friction is an act of creation
How could they call this masturbation?
When me and the keyboard have poetical sex
The universe is revealed as dynamically complex....

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Fire Should be Free

squiddie — Fri, 26 Oct 2007 17:15:24 GMT

When I find myself
Wondering how
You corrupted something as beautiful
As Fire

I close my eyes
And pray.

The Great Belly Fire knows
What you have not
Yet
Learned:

You don't have to put
Yourself

Up
So high on
That pedestal.

We are all waiting
For it to collapse
Beneath

Your

Feet.

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Oh, Yummy Toothbrush

bill — Mon, 30 Jul 2007 21:19:05 GMT

My friend Tim Dockery wrote this and I think he'd like to share with you.

Oh, yummy toothbrush
Bed of my tasty paste
Bristle on enamel
Cleanse my mouth's pasty taste

Caress my teeth
Your manner soft and serene
Soothe my gums
Delectable dental machine

Oh, yummy toothbrush,
My oral hygene lover,
So rough the brush with time
In six months, I'll need another.

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intruders hand

Mouk — Fri, 28 Sep 2007 03:37:40 GMT

standing in the grey of a copper sun
until the slight turned to total

summer mirage
i clung to
your heavy eyes
& outlines

like mouthfuls: my mind swallowed and raced
to catch the dark of
your body hinting
at an indecent proposal

your lip curved
and caught the hint of the night induced
while we attemped
tedious talk and introduction;
intruding on intention

you licked your lips
and after enough familiarities

i agreed to be
sold to your solid hands
to be
bound and battered by sleepless
suggestion nude sliding into torment
settling me
into your skin
your soft cells on my conscience
while we played through
a human symphony

you were so fucking blinding
we couldnt hold
past the fleeting night

you left a photo.

i left alone

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ive survived long winters before

Mouk — Tue, 07 Aug 2007 04:02:47 GMT

23
somehow recoiling back
to
bitter sweet symphonies
reluctance affection and self induced fervor

i dig a dependence
more consuming than you,
so i will
turn to the blade:
i will
walk away after this passing tide,

really: id rather take my own.

the concept of you closes my eyes
and i see the futility of a situation
i cannot mouth

waltzing through falling impossibilities
a string ready to snap
back into my face
justified only by
the smear of your cheek in my unforgettable
collection

reason's constant plague
slaps me sober

enough

to leave
tonight

without breaking
the pretense of our boundaries.

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Speak to Me of Lovely Things

caroleeena — Thu, 02 Aug 2007 16:08:35 GMT

Speak to me of lovely things
of folks inspired
and art
and Spring.
Use your words to fill me
with the Good news!

Share aloud your dreams,
your hopes,
yours aspirations,
inspirations...
Tell me what you like
about the current situation...
Recount for me an anecdote of joy.

I want to hear the stories
of your random acts of kindness
of the things that make you proud
or made you smile along the way.
I want to hear the songs you sing
when you sing other's praises,
or how grateful that you are,
because someone made your day.

Wrap me in the warmth
of your cheerful disposition
Grant me needed respite
from the darkness that is near
For you and I together
shape reality's oasis
and you and I together
make it dear.

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wisdom of grant morrison

msdeb — Thu, 02 Aug 2007 15:24:46 GMT

"So based on my own experience, I've come to the conclusion that the individual human body is no more, no less than one of the billions of skin cells we lose every day. Each of those cells was once bursting with youth and health before it lived its allotted span, shriveled and then fell as dust. Now, if a skin cell became conscious and forgot that it was only a temporary and recyclable part of a much larger living body, it too would no doubt feel the same existential trauma experienced by all living, sentient creatures. It would fear its own demise as we do, because it would have forgotten its purpose and function within a larger context and become trapped in the illusory yet painful cage of individuality."

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Brunch

squiddie — Sun, 17 Jun 2007 18:12:08 GMT

The dance we did at the table that day
Your smiles did a two-step over my laughter
which shimmied across the scrambled eggs
And bacon, too soft

You smelled and I was covered in white paint
And Lee was asleep in his chair
But all I could think and think and think
Was how grateful my dirty feet were to be there

Each time we laughed a little tango began
My smiles, the leg thrust
Your laughter, the dip
And with each twirl across the buttered wheat toast
I knew I knew I knew
That nothing new had tasted so much like this dance.

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'L' is for...

squiddie — Mon, 13 Feb 2006 07:28:55 GMT

I asked him what his name was
Like seven times
And still I couldn’t
Get my head wrapped around it
The sounds fired like shots of brandy
Lit aflame in the flask

I stood near him
All night long
Mouth flapping
Mind wandering
Wondering where SHE was
Wishing I was swimming in her ear instead

We found this way
Of putting on lip gloss
She has to make sure to spread enough
And two by two
We glossify
And giggle

I liked it better when they each were just mine
They existed not in life, but in stories
Crafted by an expert hand
Shared in tongues
Of laughter

It can never go back to before
No shutting doors
We’re through
Or at least over the threshold by now
The only question that remains
Is the one thing that pertains
To all of us
Three two one.

She calls to me across the maddening din:

Are you heading out?
Or just getting in?

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poetic terrorism

Mouk — Fri, 02 Dec 2005 08:29:19 GMT

Weird dancing in all night computer-banking lobbies. Unauthorized pyrotechnic displays. Land-art, earth-works as bizarre alien artifacts strewn in State Parks. Burglarize houses but instead of stealing, leave Poetic-Terrorist objects. Kidnap someone & make them happy. Pick someone at random & convince them they're the heir to an enormous, useless & amazing fortune--say 5000 square miles of Antarctica, or an aging circus elephant, or an orphanage in Bombay, or a collection of alchemical mss. Later they will come to realize that for a few moments they believed in something extraordinary, & will perhaps be driven as a result to seek out some more intense mode of existence.

Bolt up brass commemorative plaques in places (public or private) where you have experienced a revelation or had a particularly fulfilling sexual experience, etc.

Go naked for a sign.

Organize a strike in your school or workplace on the grounds that it does not satisfy your need for indolence & spiritual beauty.

Grafitti-art loaned some grace to ugly subways & rigid public momuments--PT-art can also be created for public places: poems scrawled in courthouse lavatories, small fetishes abandoned in parks & restaurants, xerox-art under windshield-wipers of parked cars, Big Character Slogans pasted on playground walls, anonymous letters mailed to random or chosen recipients (mail fraud), pirate radio transmissions, wet cement...

The audience reaction or aesthetic-shock produced by PT ought to be at least as strong as the emotion of terror-- powerful disgust, sexual arousal, superstitious awe, sudden intuitive breakthrough, dada-esque angst--no matter whether the PT is aimed at one person or many, no matter whether it is "signed" or anonymous, if it does not change someone's life (aside from the artist) it fails.

PT is an act in a Theater of Cruelty which has no stage, no rows of seats, no tickets & no walls. In order to work at all, PT must categorically be divorced from all conventional structures for art consumption (galleries, publications, media). Even the guerilla Situationist tactics of street theater are perhaps too well known & expected now.

An exquisite seduction carried out not only in the cause of mutual satisfaction but also as a conscious act in a deliberately beautiful life--may be the ultimate PT. The PTerrorist behaves like a confidence-trickster whose aim is not money but CHANGE.

Don't do PT for other artists, do it for people who will not realize (at least for a few moments) that what you have done is art. Avoid recognizable art-categories, avoid politics, don't stick around to argue, don't be sentimental; be ruthless, take risks, vandalize only what must be defaced, do something children will remember all their lives--but don't be spontaneous unless the PT Muse has possessed you.

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aperture

Mouk — Tue, 12 Dec 2006 12:18:05 GMT

torn in tissue
i feel infinite
when thread sears

and ive been patterns of gray and plaid
or pink the new black

that never felt home
yet awkward
meant defeat

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resume poem

Mouk — Fri, 09 Jun 2006 03:28:28 GMT

so i was trying to write a cover letter for a digital media co
and in the world of language
there lies
poetry

webcrawl or vlog in
Digital activist, entrepreneur, dispersing polleknowledge...
Resource… open source anthro communicologist
Raider of the lost archives

write yours.

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post those words that make you go....

squiddie — Tue, 06 Dec 2005 05:45:43 GMT

post em here... those words that just get you in your gut. could be anything. a sign you read, a poem, a line from a play, an exchange from a tv show. something your best friend said. so long as it pokes, prods, stings, or caresses you so much you find it hard to breathe. post it.

beware: avoid the tried and true quotes we've all heard. i'm looking to see what people really really hold dear. the interesting thing maybe you've never told anyone you appreciate.
...........

We believe that if the work we present is strong, communicative, and
effective, we will survive because you will come here.
If it is not, then you won't, and we will not survive. We like it like
that way. This is New York after all, and we're not afraid.
And we like kissing very very much.
You can tell everything in the first moment.
We have our whole lives to live and that is terribly important.
Culture should reflect that clearly.

Robert Elmes
Director
Galapagos Art Space
70 North 6 Street
Brooklyn New York
11211

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the whale

squiddie — Thu, 02 Feb 2006 04:42:02 GMT

Once there was this girl.

She was hurt she was horrified and she walled herself up in her house
Like a small pink giraffe
That bounced as it sailed
Across the dirty living room floor

Once there was this girl
And she carried herself like a whale without a name
She was ashamed

She bit her nails down to the quick
Made herself sick after every meal
Just the whiff of him made her dash
To the cold white pee-spotted porcelain
And hug it like it was her friend

She gave him her insides
And was left alone.
Emptied.
Again.

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all coiled

jbird — Thu, 01 Dec 2005 07:39:31 GMT

that lies within
wound up
like popping a juicy cherry
golden arches make the chain
cultural signs
compartamentalized disguised yet plain
like a watchtower in the sky
5 towers
a mirage of the empire state building as the mist lifts
and we fly

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fantastik inspiration

squiddie — Sat, 26 Nov 2005 07:10:26 GMT

You wonder how these things begin...
well this begins with a promise.
it begins with a young girl's head
where love is real and romantic
and unpredictable

try to see her.
not in your mind, for it is blind.
but see her with your mouth.
her thin, veiled yearning for a friend.
and hear her with your gut:
the 'soundless sound' of
a stubborn toddler
defending her right NOT to share

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ick

squiddie — Fri, 04 Nov 2005 18:22:42 GMT

I’m sick
With it

You and me
And what once was

And the library of songs
I can no longer listen to

I hate that I still love you
Or that I think I do

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ping pong poem

Mouk — Wed, 23 Nov 2005 21:50:41 GMT

written by michelle miel
and chelsea (nyc)
hope you guys dont mind the repost!
--------

just when
red is red

the stain bled brown

a painful sound spread forth and too my ear
an ethereal wailing of
trans-mutant a-peel
unending and bending
which shattered the seal
leaving a crystaline pattern
that seemed so unreal

old heartache
softened by time
but ripened with age

a trophy of torment
a prize
for
we can only feel as much pleasure
as the pain we endure

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READ:post your happy song?

heatherns — Fri, 17 Jun 2005 22:55:27 GMT

BJORK

"All Is Full Of Love"

you'll be given love
you'll be taken care of
you'll be given love
you have to trust it

maybe not from the sources
you have poured yours
maybe not from the directions
you are staring at

trust your head around
it's all around you
all is full of love
all around you

all is full of love
you just aint receiving
all is full of love
your phone is off the hook
all is full of love
your doors are all shut
all is full of love!

all is full of love
all is full of love
all is full of love
all is full of love
all is full of love
...

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Completing

mielmoksha — Sat, 12 Nov 2005 01:33:04 GMT

Two California gems
glistened in the night
their home a sanctuary
for those willing to
experience an emotional crucifixion
for the promised redemption.

At the end
I realized that the boat I had
tethered so closely to shore
was drifting farther and farther out to sea
and the fog was beginning to obscure its shape
and the wind was hard enough so that the
creaking of its planks was dulled.

And joyously I felt the slip of the rope in my hand
not pulled away but consciously released
and I started not to strain
and the release
was like an anchor lifting

my heart barnacled
yearing to give the call of the nymph siren
I carefully counseled
and in myown arms
I fell with
hope.

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IM

squiddie — Tue, 25 Oct 2005 04:31:12 GMT

you call
a stranger to my deeper sense
we exist in words
a sightless dance through syntax
and sound

i see your face
in the bulk of your wandering speech
it's hard cadence teaches me
the curve of your neck

the shape of your I's
sings the green out
tickles me with blue
i don't know you
but i do

i know your lilt
the jilt in your O
the tilt of your tongue
that paints your face so red

i don't see you
but i do
i see all of your beginnings
and meet you at the end.

send.

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manhattan

Mouk — Thu, 20 Oct 2005 20:05:32 GMT

i miss the beginning

the dangerous beauty
and pace

the sexual agenda
between the dusk and dawn lit streets

the frenzied air
that left me
pushing
through states of insomnia

she pulled
and lured
and i came
and went
.for her...

it wasnt until the speed of evolution
turned me into a stranger

and it was too harsh
to halt
and speed on
with clear self

that i realized
the need for distance.

id lost my
my
and she left no room for error.

she eyed me sorrowful
and broken.

soon i felt me
-another random face-

we no longer spoke

i left her then
as she did me

went to solidify
and stretch

i promised to return
and drive
her
slowly
suddenly
again

as
she
used to
me

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from cops and cabs to california

Mouk — Fri, 14 Oct 2005 21:21:13 GMT

i wonder if the skyscrapers
were too high and often
for me
to notice you walking
by

if
the walls and tunnels
containing
speculation and 5 minute opinions
spawned anything
beyond
superficial.

why naked
meant a bedside heap of what we wore,
not our .are.
reflected
in my green
and
your blue.

what do you look like when youre not wearing words?

possibility is vast
when the obstructions come down...

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break the beat

CaptainErotica — Sat, 15 Oct 2005 14:40:46 GMT

flip flap
and the jambreakers
went wild last thursday night
licking beats off the floor
scraping residue of rythm
off the velvet walls
of some new bar

how can a simple mouk
craft a
SCENE
out of
~lightningfog~
~fervent desire~
~creative gyser~
who would come
what would they do
where would it happen
when would we know
why would we go???

it's a simple answer
~beCause~SHE~
imagined it in her mind
(a supercomputer so well designed)
projected it into the world
from her giant movie camera satellite
in outer space
linked through the lenses of surprise
caught on a random pee-stop moonbeam
of slavic brotherly love

sit tight
I well advise you
watch this play unfold
cuz this new juice dripping cataclysm
this turbulent swarming of bodies
this echo from a notoo~distant mosh
is bouncing off the blownout limitations
of a former future....

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back and forth

squiddie — Fri, 14 Oct 2005 01:30:59 GMT

Nothing to do
But think about you
Wonder why and wait

The stars lie
Chase me away
From my sleepless walking
Your endless talking
face

I see your smile
Your hair
Small black underwear
And I wonder why
And wait

For some small semblance of caring
Daring myself to cry
Weep
Wail

But then, the tears just don’t come anymore
They left with the luggage
I carried for you
On the plane

We had some times
The best and worst
And all life’s in betweens

I would have been there til the end
Lover and friend
Held your hand through all the pain
The glory
The fame

And I would have loved you more
Than any girl before

Then, again, I think about your face
Your smile
Your waist

And then I pour.

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the great divide...

Mouk — Wed, 28 Sep 2005 06:14:12 GMT

3000 miles
and several sentences
leave a taste bitter enough
to spat
at
the connection
between
distance and fonder.

at least you inspire me to write.

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walls

squiddie — Wed, 12 Oct 2005 08:10:17 GMT

I don't usually let theives of the opposite set
use their tongues
for kindness' sake
sliding sweets like milk and honey
slathered between dead lips

Mouth candy sticks on me
like a single salt tear into an ocean of brine
makes no difference.
unless you're the one crying

But. For you...
I lie in your wake
and let your waves wash over
my windworn skin
seep in

Beaten, blown, I climb, unknowing,
into my shell
Deeper... I fall
Further... inside myself

But. Instead of pulling me out
You climb right in.
The perfect beginning
to unravelling thick thick skin.

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Fill in the blanks

CaptainErotica — Tue, 04 Oct 2005 22:07:33 GMT

Oh the wild freedom of ______
The expressive self
Released from _______ bondage
Scarred ________ bleed
From _______ elemental scratchings
The twisted dance within the _____ leftovers
of the sacred fire
Keep peeling off senses of your ______ self
Otherwise just climb back on the shelf
Register your bar code with _______
And gather some dust like a rolling stone...

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heavy

Mouk — Wed, 10 Aug 2005 19:09:21 GMT

words leave
temporary imprints
and the line between true and false
is blurred
as i try to erase the weight
of the stated.

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enough of a void to need you not.

Mouk — Tue, 12 Jul 2005 23:26:07 GMT

i like being tortured.

alone in my thought

i feel emptier
than you
can make me feel.

i blame
you

for not striking me

like a city downpour

leaving me wallowing
in a puddle of fact

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you remind me of verbal vomit.

Mouk — Tue, 02 Aug 2005 03:59:14 GMT

you are so myopic
that you only see
that which you didnt gain

not what you'll lose.

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still water

Mouk — Tue, 28 Jun 2005 23:47:18 GMT

like still water
i feel myself
staling.

familiarity
threatens-
with permenance
and
days punish
without the constance of change.

i feel restless
or stuck.

im trying to evolve-
but
through constant attempts at reinvention
lack the stability
to even
define the i.

why cant i stay
just to make
this one path clear
just to mend
all the pieces
id rather throw to bloody hell.

i worry
that ill miss my true intention
in someone elses face
or on some other continent

where

i
will be content
with the definition

of i.

i worry that this is all wrong
and im wasting the time ive invented.

i worry that
im only running
b/c
all
the truths will pound me to the floor
once i slow.

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READ:post your sad song

Mouk — Sat, 11 Jun 2005 00:36:29 GMT

tears inspire me
so
whats that track that induces
such a state in you.

or mellow love induced

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words of the wiz

Mouk — Thu, 16 Jun 2005 20:49:48 GMT

no one will ever know you
he said

and the pieces they do retain,
i thought,
theyll use for their own structure.

disregarding the fact

that
the yellow brick road
is crumbling
and you both
are fuckin tripping
all the way to emerald city.

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denial

Mouk — Fri, 10 Jun 2005 22:11:09 GMT

when it rains
it pours

but if you close the window
temporarily one can ignore
any
change
in climate

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and this is how we depart.

Mouk — Sat, 28 May 2005 06:41:34 GMT

glitchy. (surround sound)
looking (around)
stroke (listening.. interpreting- theres a map- a guide)
contemplative
inquiring

theyre packing
tweaking nobs
reminiscing

cleaning
packing
slowing
attempting to slow

attempting to organize
.bags and thoughts.

late
early
hours.
joking
stretching time.
pulling time
closer
until its time

not enough habits
to call them different tasks
but enough repetition
in our task
to call them habits.

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lack of breath of

Mouk — Sat, 28 May 2005 06:28:29 GMT

i will now be starting or playing with the suggestions posted in the help writing post

lucys task of describing a simple task is first it seems...

ofcourse i cant do anything
simply...

-
draw in
tracing the stem
with dusty
fingers.

spirit-
rises narcotic;
rewarding.

sheltered by habit.
constructive with the minutes lived.

chalky
bitter
mint.
your mouth turns

and i offer you
porcelain.

please ash.

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subtle sexual suggestion

Mouk — Mon, 23 May 2005 19:30:29 GMT

smooth slow strokes
offering warmth
.tonight.
you paint a promise
across
the dips
and curves of my
skin
your soft fingertips
suggesting
louder
than
your soft lips.

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calloused

Mouk — Sat, 14 May 2005 22:35:43 GMT

not always
were my layers
so
calloused.

i -
once
your saving force
full of innocent ideals
crisp
and
redeeming

never thought to find my
self
so terrorized
by habit.

like a dream
where you fall
fall fall

noticing just the passing of elements

think im too
careless of the fact
that im digressing.

think i wont notice
until i hit the ground.

but its so easy to parade around in pretenses
when youre going to a costumed ball.

sweet date with denial
and the reoccuring thought
that
youre one line away from enlightenment.

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help writing

Mouk — Fri, 15 Apr 2005 08:05:17 GMT

i noticed that i use certain words/phrases too often in my attempts at poetic insight.

like i get stuck on certain word combinations...

i should try to write outside my box..

can someone give me something difficult to tackle?
an assignment of sorts?
any ideas welcomed.

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you they us .be.

Mouk — Fri, 29 Apr 2005 06:30:42 GMT

solid fixtures
that give me
reason to ground
when i feel this
:foreign: vessel
stray

thank you.

.i mean more.

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contact

Mouk — Wed, 13 Apr 2005 05:54:45 GMT

sometimes the distaste is so subtle
that its hard to determine
whether it stems
from a simple self suggestion
or
the root of some true discontent.

i think you make me feel.
im just trying to figure out how far beyond the bedroom.

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Today is Poem in Yer Pocket day

HiLife — Fri, 22 Apr 2005 00:13:01 GMT

Eh, OK, so I'm a little late here but it's kinda a cool sentiment.

I forsesee lots of little shredded up wads of paper in the next load of laundry.

http://www.nyc.gov/html/poem/home.html

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untitled

lunastribepage — Tue, 12 Apr 2005 04:02:32 GMT

It stinks but I wrote it at a very special moment so I kinda became on of my favorites out if all the bad I've written...

So warm, so high, so tickled blue
lips stretched face wide
toes gliding across silver clouds
heart's rhythmic shout

but I wish I could come down
and chat with my realities
used to eating rotting fruit
sneaking a taste if sweet summer strawberries

rolling naked through lush grass
blanketed by loving sun rays
all heavily cloacked in layers of fear
rusted chains keeping me from coming near

I dare not step inside
the mystical mysterious garden streched before me
I'd rather run and hide
and deprive myself of your bounty
-Luna

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boys

heatherns — Tue, 22 Mar 2005 04:34:29 GMT

SUCK!!!!!!!

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divine

Mouk — Wed, 06 Apr 2005 09:35:12 GMT

tonight
redemption
stems
from subtle contact

you hold
my lips
with
yours

prevent
from justifying
the errors
of my day

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stand at ease.

Mouk — Wed, 06 Apr 2005 09:37:44 GMT

exhaust me mentally

Tire me of my will
to be complicated

Let slumber be simple
and my gaze the like

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a bit of cynicism ;)

Mouk — Wed, 06 Apr 2005 09:40:35 GMT

as well as the Boring Man tribe(which is hilarious and much enjoyed by me)

this is great as well
http://sanfrancisco.tribe.net/tribe/bb578b17-498a-433c-8f36-dbdbf6148a04?r=10352

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The

electroarmegedon — Mon, 04 Apr 2005 05:11:15 GMT

Place where we are ,
be there where you stand
the freedom you feel
this dream is not real

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No more posting sex topics on Tribe starting today.....

DVDBurner — Fri, 01 Apr 2005 10:38:38 GMT

sike your mind your booty shine.

April fools.

Muwaaaa ha ha ha ha ha.

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confessions with dr maria (neuropsytrancebreakdancologist)

Mouk — Thu, 31 Mar 2005 20:06:46 GMT

since we cant post anonymous confessions on tribe
i press all to do the same
on my livejournal blog

CONFESS.

http://www.livejournal.com/users/jungelistchyk/
(click on Rouse Me- to respond =))

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LOOK everyone

Mouk — Thu, 31 Mar 2005 10:00:30 GMT

i dig this site

http://notproud.com/

read or post anonymous confessions

select your sin.

great,
but the voyeur in me regrets it being so anonymous.
how will one recieve fan maiL? =)

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justshuttup and do it

Mouk — Wed, 30 Mar 2005 18:46:48 GMT

there is no room for subtlety
i need to rise and deliver myself
from the excuses
ive been crutching on

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fresh bed sheet fresh paper sheet

Mouk — Tue, 29 Mar 2005 09:26:50 GMT

misread
re-read
skim over
the text
of your movement.

the way you touch
makes
like a pupils-
my half written thought.

ill strip of my literacy
and fall victim.
if you become my sense and
education

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a little lie.

Mouk — Thu, 24 Mar 2005 00:27:52 GMT

you left
and i remained with a bitter taste of coffee
which
you drank too much of
and i
not at all
until we crossed
and i fell
and you stood
so fierce
that i expected some kind of climax
but instead
i developed
a habit.

the coffee..

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Big Beautiful Sky - poem - by Savannah Skye...

Sat, 26 Mar 2005 16:49:50 GMT

Oh big beautiful sky
This morning when I awake to you
You're dressed in pink ethereal beauty
Making me want to float up inside a big buoyant bubble
Float up inside your effervescent sky of colorful scapes
Float around inside of you
So I can find
My absolute mind
That will let me trip
Outside the borders of my cosmic flip

Oh big beautiful sky
Let your heavens melt into a lavic liquid sky
So they will drop ecstasy into me
That will open my 3rd blind eye
Making my 5 senses cry

Oh big beautiful sky
In the middle of the day
I look up and see you full of blue glory
That tells me your true story
So I ask of you???
Oh sky, can I turn the world upside down?
So I can dive into your aqua azure pool
So I can swim around in your vast empty openness
Swim around in the now
Of your blue how
That's shooting me like a star
Filling me with your blue elixir
That's giving my soul a stir

Oh big beautiful sky
Your heavens are melting into a lavic liquid sky
Opening my 3rd blind eye
Making my 5 senses cry

Oh big beautiful sky
Later in the day
I see you out of the corner of my eye
See your clouds passing by
That make me want to take a giant leap
High up into your sky's realm
Where I can jump...jump...jump...
From one white fluffy cloud to the next
Bringing my soul back into context

Oh big beautiful sky
Your heavens have melted into a lavic liquid sky
Ecstasy has opened my 3rd blind eye
My 5 senses have fully cried

Oh big beautiful sky
Day has become night
The sun is out of sight
So I step outside
To make a wish upon a star
A wish that I could fly
Fly through your spiraling milky way
Where I wish I could stay
So I never again have to find
My soul being lost in the daily grind

Oh big beautiful sky
Your heavens will soon melt again into a lavic liquid sky
With ecstasy that will open my 3rd blind eye
Making my 5 senses cry

- by Savannah Skye @ http://poetrypoem.com/savannahskye

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wait and listen

Mouk — Tue, 15 Mar 2005 17:01:50 GMT

i teeter at the edge of the divide

so close am i.

yet
understanding slips away.
due to
my premature attempts
to reach
(that which i havent lived)

the hunger
for enlightenment,
makes blind with haste
my days.

frantic
i fight to touch
but closer i get
not.

yet claim to see
i do
(since definate i should).

so run run running
circles-
trying to evolve.

.until my affirmations start to bore.

(and left still unresolved
the issue of my ease.)

yes finally!

i'll halt.
--------------

pushing behind
surrounding space and days, ( i did ),
naive to the potential-
lain in each.

i realize now-
in facing steps - not leaps
live all the moments
that i fought , to reach.

the path is just as vital as the goal.
and i grew weary -
tired of losing self,
in the relentless searching for my soul.

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Toltec Wisdom Books

kisshu — Tue, 22 Mar 2005 18:33:07 GMT

read The Four Agreements, and The Mastery of Love by Don Miguel Ruiz

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waiting for myself

Mon, 21 Mar 2005 21:13:23 GMT

i dont like this cage i built. it is suppose to be a bunker but it is more like jail.

fuck this shit.

I WANT TO FEEL THE BEAUTIFUL GLOW OF HEAVEN'S WARM EMBRACE IN THIS ETERNAL SELF-BIRTHING MOMENT OF PURE FREEDOM AND LOVE.

but, but NOTHING.

protection... so i police myself, offer protection in exchange for freedom. i am my own police force, keeping me down, keeping me from succeeding, keeping me from the shinning light, the halo has become dirty, dirty with my darkness... i lurk in my own shadow, waiting, waiting, for the world to change, for me to change, for this one consciousness to remember itself.

the point of this jail? so i dont have to feel because feelings can hurt.

BUT NOT FEELING IS NOT EVEN LIVING.

i die slowly waiting for myself.

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get inspired

Mouk — Sat, 19 Mar 2005 14:03:41 GMT

someone write something

damnit =)

or just mention your other outlet
so i can vibe on your passion

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a to b

Mouk — Sun, 20 Mar 2005 07:51:36 GMT

i live from one climax
to the next.

parties
and people act as checkpoints
in my life-

and verification
for
yes,
indeed i was alive that year.

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woe is me ;)

Mouk — Wed, 16 Mar 2005 02:58:32 GMT

the last poem attempt

is a bit messy
bc aftr working on the piece
the puter freaked
and i lost all

had to start alll over
aftr hours and hours

very painful when inspiration strikes
followed by a power surge.

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blizzard

Mouk — Thu, 03 Mar 2005 02:38:35 GMT

my skin frosts
over

needled
into
cowering down

crouching
i
hold my knees

id like to be violated
now

swept aside
and held down by a gust

tinted pale
i feel my skin thinning
like air

i feel bold
and threatened

provoked.
and subtly distracted

but clarity returns
(a distilled moment in between the falling shards)

my body
lets go
because
you hold
my

stiff
thought

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metallic lips

Mouk — Thu, 03 Mar 2005 02:46:51 GMT

straight slopes

form
your angular jaw

and my eyes

slide down

into the the corners
of your mouth

where i reside

in your reserved glance

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