Submissions by OyateInyanNajin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
BE VERY WARY
be very wary
of every little
whichy wheny
of every
where the ever
of every why
if and or but
of every who
which or what
of every fragile
i love you
of every hopeful
dream come true
of every sudden
fare thee well
of each uncertain
see ya soon
or goodbye
see ya later
of wounded dreams
upended spells
of love and lifes
...
of every little
whichy wheny
of every
where the ever
of every why
if and or but
of every who
which or what
of every fragile
i love you
of every hopeful
dream come true
of every sudden
fare thee well
of each uncertain
see ya soon
or goodbye
see ya later
of wounded dreams
upended spells
of love and lifes
...
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TAINTED SELF ANALYSIS
a decade dedicated
to secret decadence
a sinister addiction
some would say
now decaying in mind
and flesh
even in abstinence
if three days
can constitute abstinence
yet in that space
i can hardly wait
to stain
and stain again
its a small world
full of complex
experience where
trials are tried
and trails are trod
...
to secret decadence
a sinister addiction
some would say
now decaying in mind
and flesh
even in abstinence
if three days
can constitute abstinence
yet in that space
i can hardly wait
to stain
and stain again
its a small world
full of complex
experience where
trials are tried
and trails are trod
...
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HOLLOW LIFE
hollow life
on the run
heartbeat broken
under tongue
every life
everyone
so hip
and independent
self righteously
indignant
potential
like testicals
undescended
lives like sheep
toward the gun
sweet promises
rescinded
our crimes
all unamended
everything
undone
on the run
heartbeat broken
under tongue
every life
everyone
so hip
and independent
self righteously
indignant
potential
like testicals
undescended
lives like sheep
toward the gun
sweet promises
rescinded
our crimes
all unamended
everything
undone
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BROKEN INKING
analyze self
annihilation
upon my last
inhalation
carry the weight
of my extinction
beyond this brink
where i am sinking
with these words
unclearly linking
my traffic life
through stop lights
blinking
no passion passed
no rethinking
quicksand tongue
lost in speaking
left only to
succumb
to yet more
broken inking
here with
even more
no doubt
still yet
to come
my way
again
however many ...
annihilation
upon my last
inhalation
carry the weight
of my extinction
beyond this brink
where i am sinking
with these words
unclearly linking
my traffic life
through stop lights
blinking
no passion passed
no rethinking
quicksand tongue
lost in speaking
left only to
succumb
to yet more
broken inking
here with
even more
no doubt
still yet
to come
my way
again
however many ...
709 reads
2 Comments
PHANTOM APPOLOOSAS (2-7-96, Galveston Island, Texas)
to my myopic** late night gaze*
my words upon this **** once blank page
***look most like **wild stampedes
**in all these* moonlit rumps**** of * * phantom apoloosas***
where my edits*** blot out **the page*****
**** ******
*** ***** ***** *** ****
a storm** of hooves*** trampled** my thoughts*
******* *which now emerge**in all these**words ** * *from out* of these clouds
*****of scribbled ink **
yet still
*** i only seem ** to see***here in this...
my words upon this **** once blank page
***look most like **wild stampedes
**in all these* moonlit rumps**** of * * phantom apoloosas***
where my edits*** blot out **the page*****
**** ******
*** ***** ***** *** ****
a storm** of hooves*** trampled** my thoughts*
******* *which now emerge**in all these**words ** * *from out* of these clouds
*****of scribbled ink **
yet still
*** i only seem ** to see***here in this...
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OH SOLO MIO
at times
i drift off
in the middle
of my aloneness
into memories
of getting drunk
on the scent
touch feel
and taste
of arm pit
nut sack
cock meat
pheromones
yet sometimes
in the middle
of my hungry
aloneness
there are moments
when i can only
get that
drunk again
from the ripened
scent touch
feel and...
i drift off
in the middle
of my aloneness
into memories
of getting drunk
on the scent
touch feel
and taste
of arm pit
nut sack
cock meat
pheromones
yet sometimes
in the middle
of my hungry
aloneness
there are moments
when i can only
get that
drunk again
from the ripened
scent touch
feel and...
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THE FREE MAN
the free man
given to the earth
walks on in silence
untouched alone
opaquely absorbed
in his odyssey
i want to follow
and speak with him
but fear i would
violate some
pristine heaven
or wilderness
he has found
his ears
must be filled
with the sound
of heartbeat
and ocean
eyes lit and alive
with the art of
the passing ground
life pulled deeper
into appreciation
with every finding step
heart stretched out ...
given to the earth
walks on in silence
untouched alone
opaquely absorbed
in his odyssey
i want to follow
and speak with him
but fear i would
violate some
pristine heaven
or wilderness
he has found
his ears
must be filled
with the sound
of heartbeat
and ocean
eyes lit and alive
with the art of
the passing ground
life pulled deeper
into appreciation
with every finding step
heart stretched out ...
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WHAT SOFT LIGHT SPAWNS
what soft
light spawns
these
peculiar little
inward
musings
up from
some
subconscious
shadowed
realm
where hatching
impressions
spontaneously
born
seek out
form
then fit
themselves
with such
uncertain wings
made of sudden
words
like these
in hopes
of fleeing
somewhere
brighter
far beyond
the outer reaches
of all
complacent
routine
blindness
within...
light spawns
these
peculiar little
inward
musings
up from
some
subconscious
shadowed
realm
where hatching
impressions
spontaneously
born
seek out
form
then fit
themselves
with such
uncertain wings
made of sudden
words
like these
in hopes
of fleeing
somewhere
brighter
far beyond
the outer reaches
of all
complacent
routine
blindness
within...
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OBLIQUELY WROUGHT REMAINS
from out of deepest
depths of sleep
nature calls
through bladders fill
to heed relief
i sleep walk
thirty feet
through dead
still calm till
silence breaks
as water sings
familiar song
in its release
of primal tones
that transcend time
wherein its ancient
arcing dive
words arise from
dreamstate minds
switched off
passive listening
to slow drift
in their soundless
form above
beyond...
depths of sleep
nature calls
through bladders fill
to heed relief
i sleep walk
thirty feet
through dead
still calm till
silence breaks
as water sings
familiar song
in its release
of primal tones
that transcend time
wherein its ancient
arcing dive
words arise from
dreamstate minds
switched off
passive listening
to slow drift
in their soundless
form above
beyond...
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Some Loving Human Other
slowly
in nights stillness
awareness stirs
up from fathomed
depths of sleep
awakened and aroused
by the wonderful smell
of my open armpits
right arm stretched
above my pillow
nocturnal pheromonal
aromatic subtle call
flavors silent darkness
around my
waking head
my essence
suspended
here in the air
like some pre dawn
ethereal mist
hanging motionless
as i breathe in
its earthy scent
emitted by the
radiant warmth
of my own
naked flesh
eros quickens
in this primal
atmosphere...
in nights stillness
awareness stirs
up from fathomed
depths of sleep
awakened and aroused
by the wonderful smell
of my open armpits
right arm stretched
above my pillow
nocturnal pheromonal
aromatic subtle call
flavors silent darkness
around my
waking head
my essence
suspended
here in the air
like some pre dawn
ethereal mist
hanging motionless
as i breathe in
its earthy scent
emitted by the
radiant warmth
of my own
naked flesh
eros quickens
in this primal
atmosphere...
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Another Free Fall Poem
one brief
pause
intentionally
held
sustained within
beyond the
deafening
surface weave
of all
peripheral
noise
at and
in and
out again
at any
given moment
can open
up
when least expected
an unseen
inner window
allowing in
the serendipitous
possibility
of inspirations
spontaneous creative
flow
to offer up
in its release
yet another
unexpected ...
pause
intentionally
held
sustained within
beyond the
deafening
surface weave
of all
peripheral
noise
at and
in and
out again
at any
given moment
can open
up
when least expected
an unseen
inner window
allowing in
the serendipitous
possibility
of inspirations
spontaneous creative
flow
to offer up
in its release
yet another
unexpected ...
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Speak My Name
breathing shallow
i find myself
thinking of you
again and again
i speak your name
speak your name
slowly into
the open palm
of my hand
imagining it to be
your skin
feeling me
feeling you
vibration of flesh
in whispered soft syllables
upon your flesh
in my mind
i slowly
speak your name
speak your name
softly whispered
against your cheek
your neck and chest
your stomach and nest
oh yes oh yes
then i speak my name
speak my name
slowly...
i find myself
thinking of you
again and again
i speak your name
speak your name
slowly into
the open palm
of my hand
imagining it to be
your skin
feeling me
feeling you
vibration of flesh
in whispered soft syllables
upon your flesh
in my mind
i slowly
speak your name
speak your name
softly whispered
against your cheek
your neck and chest
your stomach and nest
oh yes oh yes
then i speak my name
speak my name
slowly...
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