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posted on Oct, 2 2009 @ 05:36 PM
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Needles
Twigs and bark
A dark call
From a far off place
A face
Or is it a void
Avoid it at all cost

The devil
Misbehaves
And causes mayhem
A void he

Spiders from Mars
And old guitars
Stars and cars
And whores in bars
Harmless




posted on Oct, 2 2009 @ 05:46 PM
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Sweet sixteen
And never been kissed
That was a long time ago
But there was a time
And it was sixteen
No kiss
No

Sixteen and a half
And there was the nice car
A drivers' license too
'69 Camaro
A driver
Go

Two years later
And there's the Vietnam War
And there's dead children
Raped children
You've killed
Kids

You come home
Barefoot and bewildered
The body withered
The mind tired
Want to die
So you
Die



posted on Oct, 2 2009 @ 05:47 PM
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Simpler times I miss
It's gotten God awful
Throw away the toys


[edit on 2-10-2009 by Excitable_Boy]



posted on Dec, 11 2009 @ 11:04 PM
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reply to post by Excitable_Boy
 


I miss your Poems


See, it's morning,
a little water gurgles
in the tap.
I awaken because
it's Saturday and
roll over again in bed,
before I rise to oatmeal
my email and the dog
I have risen to the morning
and feel proud and
washing off the nights
disguises, searching for
blood from the ritual.
Today I walk with courage
to meet my accident.



[edit on 11-12-2009 by whaaa]



posted on Dec, 12 2009 @ 02:35 PM
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Hello. I am a new writer to this here forum. I am very excited to start posting some work on here.

I don't have time now but I will soon. Some of you have written some great stuff. What happened to this Excitable Boy character? Seems like he was on a roll and then just fell off the face of the earth.

Well..gotta run. Peace!





[edit on 12-12-2009 by The Motorcycle Boy]



posted on Dec, 15 2009 @ 05:13 PM
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Alone in a darkened room
Swallowed up in the gloom
Doomed to a life of pain of shame of blame
Black on black
Black on black
Needle to skin
Put the white light into the red vein
Just pour it
Whore

Lonesome in a damp tomb
Like back in mother's womb
Consumed by the pettiness of the pity party
Pretty pretty
Pretty pretty
Destined to sin
Doom brought on by the bottle again
Just pour it
More





[edit on 15-12-2009 by The Motorcycle Boy]



posted on Dec, 15 2009 @ 11:26 PM
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reply to post by The Motorcycle Boy
 


I too drank
from the Holy Grail.
The open skull
of saints.

I walked the
confusion trail
from beginning to end,
with the women laughing,
strutting to the flashing
valley.

A shaved pig
dressed up in
Levis, snakeskin
Tony Lamas and
a T shirt that read
"I'm with Stupid"
Lead the way.

I used to enjoy
the night; I foraged
in it for treats, the girls
the pills, the thrills...
Now I'm here.



posted on Dec, 16 2009 @ 06:49 PM
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My mind is drifting and I know why...I think about tears and sighs...so much pain inside and tired...should I sleep ?

My thoughts are shifting back and forth...stay the course...keep smiling and wearing the mask...should I disappear ?

My brain hurts from too much thinking...too much fear...blinking like a yellow light...should I stop ?

My skull is scarred and dented...some accidental and some intended...my head tells a story...should I burn the book ?

My shoulders carry a heavy load...and I grow old...and the world never slows...should I speed it up ?

My arms are muscular and vascular...able to carry a heavy burden...but certainly not forever...should I end it ?

My hands shake as I lie awake...thinking about all the bad that has ever happened...no happy endings...should I make myself feel better ?





[edit on 16-12-2009 by The Motorcycle Boy]



posted on Dec, 18 2009 @ 11:00 PM
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If I was the
only man in
the world...
I would attend
the Last Supper
drunk on thunderbird
and pills, to watch
the martyrs rise
to the music of
John Coltrane
and dance down
Central Ave.
to Okie Joe's

Put on your
alabaster mask
and stay with
me now. Now
that the street
is full of vipers
and bandits
and lovers
in a bed
only big
enough
for
one.



posted on Dec, 22 2009 @ 02:53 PM
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I stare dazed and confused out the window
I see a tree that a noose would fit on nicely
A kichen chair and I could be there

My mind is tired from so much inner turmoil
Brought to a boil by another disrespectful hell scene
A bottle of pills with a bottle of Jim Beam

Should one be respectful when hanging oneself ?
I mean, should you wear a diaper ?
Does that tell your family that you cared ?





[edit on 22-12-2009 by The Motorcycle Boy]



posted on Dec, 23 2009 @ 07:19 PM
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Then I decide all is okay
Tomorrow is a new day

I apologize if I gave anyone a scare
Though I appreciate the care

Sometimes I get lost and confused
Feel like I'm just being used

But it's all good for me
Besides, there's always Hawaii

I also have faith strong in what I believe
It wouldn't make sense to cause myself to leave

God bless everyone in this holiday season
Everything happens for a reason

-TMB






[edit on 23-12-2009 by The Motorcycle Boy]



posted on Dec, 29 2009 @ 07:47 PM
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My reasons are
silkscreened on
my memories
of the carnivores.
I can only say
what I have heard,
that I knew for
a long time,
perhaps minutes.
I stood with my
head slightly tilted,
listening for the
repetition of this
song.

The bull rider has
a riddle, What
is the grey symbol,
what is the grey idea
and will the demons
attend the ritual?



posted on Dec, 30 2009 @ 10:08 AM
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Excitable Boy is the gift that keeps on giving

see if I'm not right





[edit on 12/30/2009 by Spiramirabilis]



posted on Dec, 30 2009 @ 11:12 AM
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reply to post by whaaa
 


am I allowed to just show up in here and like stuff?

(I'll keep it to a minimum)

I like this - I also like tag team poetry

[edit on 12/30/2009 by Spiramirabilis]



posted on Dec, 30 2009 @ 03:21 PM
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Originally posted by Spiramirabilis
reply to post by whaaa
 


am I allowed to just show up in here and like stuff?



What kept you for so long. By the way; we love your stuff.



posted on Dec, 30 2009 @ 03:26 PM
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What kept you for so long.


oh - I read...just felt like maybe I should keep quiet in here - commentary-wise

was moved to open my mouth today because - I just liked the back and forth that's happening

don't contribute - not quite there yet...waiting until haiku bores me to tears :-)



By the way; we love your stuff.


you're a good guy whaaa - and a funny guy

:-)

[edit on 12/30/2009 by Spiramirabilis]



posted on Dec, 30 2009 @ 05:37 PM
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Excitable Boy is the gift that keeps on giving

see if I'm not right



Hi Spira....this Excitable Boy sure was popular. He had a decent amount of points too. I guess points don't matter much (not in the big picture). I, on the other hand, don't have many points.

Personally, I just like hangng out with you literary types. BTW: I love the sound of Tag Team Poetry. I think you should start that as a new thread!!

Peace, love and tranquility to all!




posted on Dec, 30 2009 @ 05:43 PM
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I guess points don't matter much (not in the big picture). I, on the other hand, don't have many points.


when we can use them to buy candy - well, now - THAT would mean something :-)


Personally, I just like hangng out with you literary types.


I am genuinely fond of the literary types as well MB :-)


BTW: I love the sound of Tag Team Poetry. I think you should start that as a new thread!!


you know - maybe I will

you guys have been doing it already - I do love the playing off each other

so, thinking now...

Peace and Love MB





[edit on 12/30/2009 by Spiramirabilis]



posted on Jan, 1 2010 @ 01:00 PM
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my truest friends are renegades
sweet dark hearts in sightless acrobats
loud ghosts dancing down the windy plains
all tall forts lined across my mind
trails of flame against blue night










[edit on 1/1/2010 by Spiramirabilis]



posted on Jan, 1 2010 @ 11:16 PM
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And my friends
pick at the bones
of a cold dwarf and
oh yeah, they be
country folk, clustered
around their electric
theories, their
demented fingers
probing, scratching
symbols on the
adobe walls.

We snort the
dried black tar,
restring the geetar
and pray for a kiss.
Can you understand
I've waited so long
and nobody interests
me more than a second.
I have no energy to
shop for poems or love.
Your charms have
the power to make
my tears melt stone.
Please answer
the phone!





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