DU member semaj

… an ongoing string of competitions. one week long. write a poem about me(time, poison, a magical formula, synonym for you) or not much narrative in the way of 411, sorry, but hallucinations always suffice. came out a dark hole. headed back now, in the interlude i dreamed of becoming a garbage man, bank robber, and televangelist. lost in the wood the drunk cipher crumb words don't get me home anymore than you. after a week a winner will be announced. that winner starts a new comp one week long with the title "DU Member - <member's name>"  and so on. do with the words as they bid you do or the other way round

Semaj The Rubik's Cube

Your an enigma wrapped in a riddle
I've gleaned the pages you've written
for a peak into who you are but you evade me
like a Rubik's cube I can't maneuver
I want to take all your stickers off
place them in the right spots
saying ah ha I figured you out
a poet amongst us with a keen eye
dissecting us like bugs
you have your finger on the trigger
and you pull it hitting the target
of other's hearts dead center
you cracked Hemi's code and won
now to decode you
I can't wrap my mind around you
you're slippery and evasive
I wonder if you're like that in real life
deep waters that few dare to tread
for fear of sharks circling just below the surface
afraid of your ferocity and being ripped to shreds
no key to unlock this mystery door
I can say I took a shot at climbing over your fence

......

hazy texturing overtures of passionate-bloodreds to flambuoyant orangish firing-dancing-peculiar-egalitarian flame that houses “various” artists’ geniuses cum follies being very human, but deepens yellowish with a single-clear-divine-core of spirituality and love inspite of fucking perplexive multiple themed/categories of his poetry and persona  



It’s just my primitive narrowed  perspective
might be “pretty fucking oriental holy cow”
thoughts as some firstworld writer of sorts
amused once openly to this one of countable
thirdworld depressed stocks stumbled at dup,
but why? a political-coloured start for writing about,
“Who you are” pretty well fitted that instance
For my discovery of you, an elegant poetic egalitarian!
in things you did here..the followed poets ranged
all over the globe..from Turkey to India to Australia
I tried to be one…but laziness donkeys in me drove
back to my same pavilion of minimal dismal readings
and communicative networks, so a brisk brilliance
needed for a true poet had been well loaded in you!

Poet’s only fuel and food for spirits are the words!
the words got as feedback, if luckier a deep appreciation
and if the luckiest, a brutally minute analysis by peers
You were one such poet who unconditionally flowed
across deserving poets’ pages with discerning comments
A couple of such gestures made me feel some worth in this
mechanically spinning robotic world yet with wide-biased eyes
And, your scribes deservedly attracted good deal of attention
though my lazy eyes only raved about genres-love and spiritual

I adored the way you knocked out all in Hemi’s comp
your fucking ‘fucking inside-out” write of hemi
made one fully aware of your quick flexibilities
like a jet of sliding in fluidic streams of sparkling
aqua, you could get in even finer cracks, lighted up
and understood  any territories, extreme
to intermediate to deeply-buried subtle poetics

Kali’s contained rage I felt in that resolute iris
carried by delicate pinkish contours facing
the piercing thorns of this evil-greenish
succulent worldly stalk, unaware of it’s
burning to ashing to vanishing consequences

I wrote this not crazy for entering comp or posing
my poetry,if at all any felt there
but how best a heartfelt wish this could be
to your du's continued presence & poetic endeavors!

A Man, A Poet and...

A man, with needs and desires
at times with sadness
most times inspired
and you write

A poet, with words floating
within an inquisitive mind
wondering about life
and old poems written

A personality reflected
through words and ideas
images formed in thoughts
manifested on screens

A DUP citizen
a fellow poet
Semaj...or James.

fearless

looks like he knows how to revolve in the womb, spinning demon child of mother earth. sure it looks that way.

and the surface doesnt betray the deeps. but hide them? act meek and summer breeze it no i dont agree with that at all and i think his stare would be direct on public transport.

zen, grasshoppa, he does not need an applause, but he'd like one like wouldnt we all? in this capitalist world his lowercase is profoundly conformist. he is fresh meat, cooked bloody, tender savage. we have a million more in the back room


you must have seen them frozen in their shelves name tagged and dated. maybe you took a slice to microwave.

the poor ember is nearly dead, perhaps the beloved cursed breath of her can resurrect

O_o fuvk.

congratulations Anna well deserved..

wtf is that suppost to mean ricky?......anna is fn AWESOME!don't diminish her credibility with your insecurity man.....

Ricky no cause to be disrespectful John and Anna both have mad skills and are both sharp as razorblades.....

Perhaps Ricky will be adding some real effort to the next comp in the chain...