Submissions by jIMNUT_rOARIN
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Clumsy gestured strange silence before paneled Judge. Much timetraveled lag, thus employment land ownership not possible. Plastified button, electribright screen lost - A return to desert rocks made, backstroke flowing unto Far Depths once forever again.
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Jun 2016 9:47am
28th Jun 2016 9:47am
A herd of females perched from far branches... (***FILLER***)
A herd of females perched from far branches,
watched the madman bathe foolishly in cold waters.]
Girl #1: I don’t know, he’s scary...
Girl #2: He has long hair, and he reads poetry...
Girl #3: He doesn’t drink...
Girl #4: I heard he goes crazy on pot...
Girl #2: One day I followed him out into the far woods...
He didn’t see me... I hid, watching...
Girl #1: So what happened, did he do anything?
Girl #2: Well, he bent down to sniff something on the ground...
And then he was looking at these broken plants...
...
watched the madman bathe foolishly in cold waters.]
Girl #1: I don’t know, he’s scary...
Girl #2: He has long hair, and he reads poetry...
Girl #3: He doesn’t drink...
Girl #4: I heard he goes crazy on pot...
Girl #2: One day I followed him out into the far woods...
He didn’t see me... I hid, watching...
Girl #1: So what happened, did he do anything?
Girl #2: Well, he bent down to sniff something on the ground...
And then he was looking at these broken plants...
...
781 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
11th Apr 2016 7:38am
11th Apr 2016 7:38am
The Last Conversation
Porcupine: Where are you?
Jim: Out here... in the darkness...
Porcupine: Alone?
None beside you?
Jim: None beside...
None before and none after...
Porcupine: Just you?
Jim: None below and none above...
None within and none around...
No one...
Porcupine: But you are here.
Someone is there.
Who is it, that is there?
Jim: God...
Porcupine: But with speaking words, curled grey snakes
Of dust gathered on paper; words, thick words,
Stalky...
Jim: Out here... in the darkness...
Porcupine: Alone?
None beside you?
Jim: None beside...
None before and none after...
Porcupine: Just you?
Jim: None below and none above...
None within and none around...
No one...
Porcupine: But you are here.
Someone is there.
Who is it, that is there?
Jim: God...
Porcupine: But with speaking words, curled grey snakes
Of dust gathered on paper; words, thick words,
Stalky...
894 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2016 4:35pm
2nd Mar 2016 4:35pm
In Their Obedience of Electrical Crosses...
In their obedience of electrical crosses
Aligned from end to end,
In their water vision of sorcery
In the treasure of steep mountains,
They never see my soul in the sticks of flame,
A prostrate vassal of dark flesh
With hard knees bent on the silver floor.
Lonely reveries in the tall trees,
Caved faces marvelously stirring about,
Deep lips and heavy brows,
Old myths in the sharp teeth and crackled hair,
Costumes decorating the looming moon’s
Half hidden obscenity.
Though dancing until the fires ended
And danger was...
Aligned from end to end,
In their water vision of sorcery
In the treasure of steep mountains,
They never see my soul in the sticks of flame,
A prostrate vassal of dark flesh
With hard knees bent on the silver floor.
Lonely reveries in the tall trees,
Caved faces marvelously stirring about,
Deep lips and heavy brows,
Old myths in the sharp teeth and crackled hair,
Costumes decorating the looming moon’s
Half hidden obscenity.
Though dancing until the fires ended
And danger was...
778 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Mar 2016 3:56am
1st Mar 2016 3:56am
The Party
Visions, apparitions,
Lost monsters in the smoke.
In these brimstone acres,
I shall erect with tools of gold,
A fountain of flames to watch the party
And snare the minds as they escape.
And as caretaker of this great monument,
I shall invoke images; the legends of old ghosts
To overwhelm the tired, wrinkled eyes
Of those assembled at this place
On the night of finding venom.
Look out!
Demons in the trees of dusk!
The fields of gentle beasts and soft flavours,
Are over the hill, across the river;
This is the...
Lost monsters in the smoke.
In these brimstone acres,
I shall erect with tools of gold,
A fountain of flames to watch the party
And snare the minds as they escape.
And as caretaker of this great monument,
I shall invoke images; the legends of old ghosts
To overwhelm the tired, wrinkled eyes
Of those assembled at this place
On the night of finding venom.
Look out!
Demons in the trees of dusk!
The fields of gentle beasts and soft flavours,
Are over the hill, across the river;
This is the...
1165 reads
5 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
28th Feb 2016 5:27am
28th Feb 2016 5:27am
Just Like Nomads
Video Recording @:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lKX-YPYIqmY
The rat just hit another bar,
Tonight he’s already gone too far...
Making enemies with the sun,
Hitting on the heroine...
It’s all right, she was looking for
The villain tonight...
Blurried sidewalks full of eyes,
Behind the amber windows the warm dream lies...
Guarded by the vagrant in thrift cloth,
Holding out his cup for its’ empty doom...
While the damsel's crying on the church steps,
Underneath the stardoms...
‘Cause friday night is kicking alive,...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lKX-YPYIqmY
The rat just hit another bar,
Tonight he’s already gone too far...
Making enemies with the sun,
Hitting on the heroine...
It’s all right, she was looking for
The villain tonight...
Blurried sidewalks full of eyes,
Behind the amber windows the warm dream lies...
Guarded by the vagrant in thrift cloth,
Holding out his cup for its’ empty doom...
While the damsel's crying on the church steps,
Underneath the stardoms...
‘Cause friday night is kicking alive,...
848 reads
3 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
28th Feb 2016 5:14am
28th Feb 2016 5:14am
You Fold 'Round Your Stem (---Original Version---)
Video Recording @:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lKX-YPYIqmY
I don’t know this neighbourhood very well,
So I got up early and went for a stroll...
I put my head into a strange flower,
And when I arose, it was no longer, the same hour...
Child of the moon
Flower of the night
You fold ‘round your stem
Bloom into earth again
Child of the moon
Serpent of the fire
My flesh seems uneven
Blood is a poison
I forgot my old intentions...
Sight can be the worst detention.
Child of the moon...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lKX-YPYIqmY
I don’t know this neighbourhood very well,
So I got up early and went for a stroll...
I put my head into a strange flower,
And when I arose, it was no longer, the same hour...
Child of the moon
Flower of the night
You fold ‘round your stem
Bloom into earth again
Child of the moon
Serpent of the fire
My flesh seems uneven
Blood is a poison
I forgot my old intentions...
Sight can be the worst detention.
Child of the moon...
861 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
27th Feb 2016 2:17am
27th Feb 2016 2:17am
an hour and fifty eight into the first hit of acidness
what am i supposed to do with this deep underground?
this could be the last livng room internet night
before self-release perversions and agency supervisions
rain icbm microbial peitree dish eatingness down upon us all
have at me...
have at me...
this could be the last livng room internet night
before self-release perversions and agency supervisions
rain icbm microbial peitree dish eatingness down upon us all
have at me...
have at me...
906 reads
48 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Sep 2015 6:37am
11th Sep 2015 6:37am
Saint Putin on the Mushroom Cloud ****semi-filler***
Audio for these words:
https://soundcloud.com/he92x-rchive/saint-putin-on-the-mushroom-cloud
Saint Putin is on the altar of cloud...
Saint Putin on the altar of atom cloud...
Saint Putin on the altar of mushroom cloud...
And in his fist are the crumbling of nation...
And he holds the Infinite Sickle...
He is going to harvest the Last Civilization...
There is nothing you can do about it,
But genetically modify the polar bears to attack...
There's going to be mammal abberations...
The trees are...
https://soundcloud.com/he92x-rchive/saint-putin-on-the-mushroom-cloud
Saint Putin is on the altar of cloud...
Saint Putin on the altar of atom cloud...
Saint Putin on the altar of mushroom cloud...
And in his fist are the crumbling of nation...
And he holds the Infinite Sickle...
He is going to harvest the Last Civilization...
There is nothing you can do about it,
But genetically modify the polar bears to attack...
There's going to be mammal abberations...
The trees are...
644 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jul 2015 00:52am
7th Jul 2015 00:52am
Afternoon Thoughts Upon my Return + Recent Crap Samples (***Not A Poem / Filler / Long***)
(***some offensive content***)
in the armpit sweat of shirtless thirty degree afternoon
I compose this short correspondence
apologies to you all my good followers from afar
I have not been so present these last many whiles
during all that may have passed with you
all your adrenal celebrations or organ clenchings since then
I was not there to be part of the provisions or pickpocketings...
alas!
I have changed mine locale
new rhythms and tap waters
different direction of the feet at...
in the armpit sweat of shirtless thirty degree afternoon
I compose this short correspondence
apologies to you all my good followers from afar
I have not been so present these last many whiles
during all that may have passed with you
all your adrenal celebrations or organ clenchings since then
I was not there to be part of the provisions or pickpocketings...
alas!
I have changed mine locale
new rhythms and tap waters
different direction of the feet at...
767 reads
5 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
20th Apr 2015 6:12pm
20th Apr 2015 6:12pm
Rough Medley: Tales from the Orcish Fronts (FILLER/LONG)
**WARNING: Some Offensive Religious Content and Human Flesh Eating***
Cragnon ponders
at his resin caked club,
licks clean the sandy human blood
clogging the reptile wrinkles of his palm.
"Why am I better?"
Cragnon sniffs the air,
bent over and ready in the dry bushes,
rubs the deep-fold muscle of his brow,
the sun peaks through, the wind behaves.
"A pack of ten, to the right, hardly moving"
Why?
"Because I hunt, I eat,
I build great fires,
I strive for shade and...
Cragnon ponders
at his resin caked club,
licks clean the sandy human blood
clogging the reptile wrinkles of his palm.
"Why am I better?"
Cragnon sniffs the air,
bent over and ready in the dry bushes,
rubs the deep-fold muscle of his brow,
the sun peaks through, the wind behaves.
"A pack of ten, to the right, hardly moving"
Why?
"Because I hunt, I eat,
I build great fires,
I strive for shade and...
781 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Apr 2015 8:40am
17th Apr 2015 8:40am
In This Night We Forget the World...
In this night we forget the world
Light the candles, start the fires
Hide the tools, close the doors
The ornaments begin to glow
An amber being slid from face to face
We chanted strange words softly
Kept to circles, crept round mysteriously
Finding weird delicate gestures
In the scattered flames of skin
Spewing slowly through the hall
Confused erotic images appeared in every wrinkle
This is a ceremony
In this night we learn darkness, torment for our eyes
Waiting for insane revelations to stop our breaths
And draw burly...
Light the candles, start the fires
Hide the tools, close the doors
The ornaments begin to glow
An amber being slid from face to face
We chanted strange words softly
Kept to circles, crept round mysteriously
Finding weird delicate gestures
In the scattered flames of skin
Spewing slowly through the hall
Confused erotic images appeared in every wrinkle
This is a ceremony
In this night we learn darkness, torment for our eyes
Waiting for insane revelations to stop our breaths
And draw burly...
751 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Apr 2015 8:37am
17th Apr 2015 8:37am
Rough Medley: A Page from the White Fox Vale (SEMI-FILLER/LONG)
Guidelines”
before we go all ways at once
keep the trance together
scratching guidelines in the ground
the land of bears kept us in our holes
cats watched the moon, dog machines we used
fighting crows made us whisper and forget
raccoon gurgle is gonna' getcha soon!
the ground squirrels will blow your mind
alone and naked, mosquitoes
this is a mosquito story
if you can slide through rock
climb the air, so can they
their sound is movement
limp corpses stretched flat on our palms
no one speaks the same language...
before we go all ways at once
keep the trance together
scratching guidelines in the ground
the land of bears kept us in our holes
cats watched the moon, dog machines we used
fighting crows made us whisper and forget
raccoon gurgle is gonna' getcha soon!
the ground squirrels will blow your mind
alone and naked, mosquitoes
this is a mosquito story
if you can slide through rock
climb the air, so can they
their sound is movement
limp corpses stretched flat on our palms
no one speaks the same language...
647 reads
2 Comments
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