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Transposed (Free verse) by <{Baba^Yaga}> If I were not a poet
Would it be any easier
Cupping you to my mouth?
Could I, for once, not
Fold under you; as I do
the same to tame a love
From going South, or in.
Back to the core of what
Sound does to lips, tongue -
- Ear-drum, muse -- From
bigger states of being
Used, then let loose.
To change all of it.
God is in me, has a name
Auto-didactic, versed & lame
Slides between columns
Of ancient architecture
And caricatures of legend
With heroes from Forever.
Whispers: plays, and lore
Sings: hymns, and more than;
Say mother, or doppelganger.
When it moves, I feel the
swallowing of ends, and the
manufacturing of origins
My tongue sleepwalks with -
- Shamans, and reasons to be
More than a few consonants,
but instead long moans of -
- Truth with perfect pauses
of pure infinite silence.
Up the ladder:
Summer Song
Down the ladder:
While waiting for someone to check in my cars
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 7.75
Posted: October 21, 2004 10:03 AM PDT; Last modified: October 21, 2004 10:03 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.7395887 Overall Rank: 1828 Comments:
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and give you more than one score. Just one, from me.
I have seen a few things in your words that have made me stop to think, but you aren't running a really good race in life. I'm not a psycologist, but if you are really the way you are, you need one. he he heee...
Let us review your comment, shall we?
First off: It's not that I dislike your
writing, it's just that it's a dime a dozen.
Second -- It seems to me your apparent hang-up
with me has nothing to do with poetry, but rather
your impressions of who, or what, I might be.
Proving why I hate fucks like yourselve, see, it's
really never about reality, it's always about your fears and insecurities, and your need to prove something, to who, or what?
Only you know, probably father problems surfacing late in life.
If it makes you feel any better, I'm quite sane, rich, fulfilled, and thoroughly enjoying my beautiful family, and artistic endeavors. There's enough room for the booth of us in this great life friend. Although privacy, honor, and respect have taken a backseat to Republican lap snorkling god humpers like yourself, I still feel GOOD.