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.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Apr 2015 7:06am
13th Apr 2015 7:06am
Gone to the Other Side (Message Left on Truck Window) (FILLER)
Gone to the Other Side
May never return
Already There
A bear... or cold air... will get me.
I am strong, but not that strong.
First Aid stuff is in the brown box under the dishes. Camp fuel, propane, batteries, etc are in the box to your right. Drinking water is in the blue container (not in the pail). Dry clothes are in the big rubber maid container. Food is located behind the rubber maid in cans, and in the white containers. Some books are at the back as well. In the cab of the truck there is a hardware set, maps, tire repair kit and air pump, as...
May never return
Already There
A bear... or cold air... will get me.
I am strong, but not that strong.
First Aid stuff is in the brown box under the dishes. Camp fuel, propane, batteries, etc are in the box to your right. Drinking water is in the blue container (not in the pail). Dry clothes are in the big rubber maid container. Food is located behind the rubber maid in cans, and in the white containers. Some books are at the back as well. In the cab of the truck there is a hardware set, maps, tire repair kit and air pump, as...
892 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
13th Apr 2015 6:59am
13th Apr 2015 6:59am
The First Fast (journal excerpt from Apotheosis: One with the Sun) (FILLER)
**Some offensive religious content***
Woke up to a fruit sauce cup. Decided to read the New Testament. One day and 20 pages of MJJ and the P later, I finished. Went for a 5km hike up a mountain of moss and loose sharp boulders. No food. No water. No sleep (although I think I lost it around 2nd James, dozing off for a second or two...). Just the Word of the Lord. Spiritual Food. No tv. Life was a myth. Cold, cramped, weak, starving, listless, bored, few hallucinations, visions of the future, intense memories of childhood, and Pink Floyd. Pink Floyd was in the...
Woke up to a fruit sauce cup. Decided to read the New Testament. One day and 20 pages of MJJ and the P later, I finished. Went for a 5km hike up a mountain of moss and loose sharp boulders. No food. No water. No sleep (although I think I lost it around 2nd James, dozing off for a second or two...). Just the Word of the Lord. Spiritual Food. No tv. Life was a myth. Cold, cramped, weak, starving, listless, bored, few hallucinations, visions of the future, intense memories of childhood, and Pink Floyd. Pink Floyd was in the...
902 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Apr 2015 7:11am
8th Apr 2015 7:11am
Rough Medley: Three for the Words of Love
Girl, I want you to love me now...
These words are my weapons to the beast.
You say it doesn’t matter,
But I know the crystal limbs of love shatter,
And never recollect when the muscles of man
Are worn and softened by the hands of death below.
I want you to love me now
In my slow sweat and stinky oozings,
Bent limbs and ragged cloths...
My hair is weird, I’m marked in dark paints...
I have killed a different animal for tonight’s feast.
I have hunted without a blade,
And returned to my home in the trees.
Let...
These words are my weapons to the beast.
You say it doesn’t matter,
But I know the crystal limbs of love shatter,
And never recollect when the muscles of man
Are worn and softened by the hands of death below.
I want you to love me now
In my slow sweat and stinky oozings,
Bent limbs and ragged cloths...
My hair is weird, I’m marked in dark paints...
I have killed a different animal for tonight’s feast.
I have hunted without a blade,
And returned to my home in the trees.
Let...
1053 reads
7 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Apr 2015 6:02am
8th Apr 2015 6:02am
Rough Medley: First Hints from the Vapours (FILLER)
After the Black Serpent: Tales of the Abyssinian Dragon
The structures are linear and solid,
They have been aligned secure.
Yet how hasty have our walks become,
Without the acknowledgment of those encountered upon.
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The Madman doth standeth as Shakespearean Actor
Upon the crushing evening subway commute...
He grabbeth at the hand-loops from the ceiling and doth proclaim:
“As long as we still grunt towards each other,
These formulas may remain in place forever!”...
The structures are linear and solid,
They have been aligned secure.
Yet how hasty have our walks become,
Without the acknowledgment of those encountered upon.
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The Madman doth standeth as Shakespearean Actor
Upon the crushing evening subway commute...
He grabbeth at the hand-loops from the ceiling and doth proclaim:
“As long as we still grunt towards each other,
These formulas may remain in place forever!”...
865 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Apr 2015 6:33am
4th Apr 2015 6:33am
When I Did the Mushrooms... (SEMI-FILLER)
Girlfriend: When I did the mushrooms
I was overcome by these musical colours...
This new celestial awareness awoke within me...
My body belonged to one universal humanity...
Quarterback: You didn’t see death? Hell?
Girlfriend: Wow, what a beautiful sunset...
What a beautiful lake, all those intricate ripples of water...
And those velvety clouds over the far mountains...
Quarterback: They’re just colours, you know...
Girlfriend: There you go again...
Finding beauty in nothing but me...
Yes, I...
I was overcome by these musical colours...
This new celestial awareness awoke within me...
My body belonged to one universal humanity...
Quarterback: You didn’t see death? Hell?
Girlfriend: Wow, what a beautiful sunset...
What a beautiful lake, all those intricate ripples of water...
And those velvety clouds over the far mountains...
Quarterback: They’re just colours, you know...
Girlfriend: There you go again...
Finding beauty in nothing but me...
Yes, I...
822 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Apr 2015 6:29am
4th Apr 2015 6:29am
The Adult (SEMI-FILLER)
A slow clean creature settled on tidy beaches before the sunset...
Sticks and stones and strings fenced marvelously around it...
This is your big chance
It's all planed out
No one will kill you
You won’t die today
If you’re sick, take a pill
Tell them about it
Because they will ask
Play it safe these days
Keep it going with words
So we don’t think those wrong things
That make our bodies change too quickly
In the longer, slower hours...
No more lumbering through...
Sticks and stones and strings fenced marvelously around it...
This is your big chance
It's all planed out
No one will kill you
You won’t die today
If you’re sick, take a pill
Tell them about it
Because they will ask
Play it safe these days
Keep it going with words
So we don’t think those wrong things
That make our bodies change too quickly
In the longer, slower hours...
No more lumbering through...
743 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Mar 2015 6:57am
30th Mar 2015 6:57am
She Came as a Weird Fresh Chemical Apparation (FILLER)
She came as a weird fresh chemical apparition,
A smooth methane trance in the silver sea of moonlight.
At first she was the tree,
And then she came as arms and limbs
Holding the leaves in mysterious ways,
Like an ancient folk-goddess
I might have read about somewhere before.
She came as half the tree,
In features smooth eroded,
Fibres beyond recognition,
She was both captured and free.
But then her animal corroded
Back to a cold cemented remain.
I let go.
The world stopped for a second
When I almost saw your...
A smooth methane trance in the silver sea of moonlight.
At first she was the tree,
And then she came as arms and limbs
Holding the leaves in mysterious ways,
Like an ancient folk-goddess
I might have read about somewhere before.
She came as half the tree,
In features smooth eroded,
Fibres beyond recognition,
She was both captured and free.
But then her animal corroded
Back to a cold cemented remain.
I let go.
The world stopped for a second
When I almost saw your...
1055 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Mar 2015 6:45am
30th Mar 2015 6:45am
This Poem is a Rocket (FILLER)
This poem is a rocket,
My hand in your hand...
These words in my pocket,
Will guide us to a different land...
Words will let us leave...
It’s all in time I believe...
Like a new creature from the forests of hallucination
Drawn toward civilisation searching for importance
To mate and prolong the torture of God’s recognition...
Searchin’ for that first face to say "Hey..."
Lookin’ for m’lady in Dawson City...
Gotta’ put my boots on, or it’s NO GO...
Dawson City is a town of boots, beards and bottles...
Today I...
My hand in your hand...
These words in my pocket,
Will guide us to a different land...
Words will let us leave...
It’s all in time I believe...
Like a new creature from the forests of hallucination
Drawn toward civilisation searching for importance
To mate and prolong the torture of God’s recognition...
Searchin’ for that first face to say "Hey..."
Lookin’ for m’lady in Dawson City...
Gotta’ put my boots on, or it’s NO GO...
Dawson City is a town of boots, beards and bottles...
Today I...
799 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Mar 2015 7:52pm
28th Mar 2015 7:52pm
Urine Splatter Experiments (SEMI-FILLER)
The rule of the land is that those heading out
Have the right of way over those heading in...
For the road of youth is narrow and windy, thickly lined
It's impossible to turn back when you're looking Ahead...
Wife: It is time we got in...
The rain is falling
The sun has set
The darkness is calling
And the monsters will
Be arriving shortly...
Husband: Uh oh, the door is locked, dear...
Wife: But do you have the key?
Husband: No, it is locked inside.
We'll have to smash a window...
Wife: Bet then it will...
Have the right of way over those heading in...
For the road of youth is narrow and windy, thickly lined
It's impossible to turn back when you're looking Ahead...
Wife: It is time we got in...
The rain is falling
The sun has set
The darkness is calling
And the monsters will
Be arriving shortly...
Husband: Uh oh, the door is locked, dear...
Wife: But do you have the key?
Husband: No, it is locked inside.
We'll have to smash a window...
Wife: Bet then it will...
746 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th Mar 2015 7:36pm
28th Mar 2015 7:36pm
Does Your Religion Have Vivid Patterns..? (SEMI-FILLER/LONG)
Porcupine: Does your religion have vivid patterns,
Symbols found in rock, wood and glass?
Old songs and sounds, melodies of the gods?
Meanings in the stars?
Odd smokey aromas from the bowels of earth?
Formulas, potions and exotic salves?
Dances, ceremonies, and leaders
Under sacred, ornamental rooves?
Clothes of levity?
Jim: No.
Porcupine: Then what does your religion have?
Jim: Me..?
(his head swayed as he stumbled closely
a wind grew out of nothing
stars twirled through his long...
Symbols found in rock, wood and glass?
Old songs and sounds, melodies of the gods?
Meanings in the stars?
Odd smokey aromas from the bowels of earth?
Formulas, potions and exotic salves?
Dances, ceremonies, and leaders
Under sacred, ornamental rooves?
Clothes of levity?
Jim: No.
Porcupine: Then what does your religion have?
Jim: Me..?
(his head swayed as he stumbled closely
a wind grew out of nothing
stars twirled through his long...
867 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Mar 2015 8:56pm
27th Mar 2015 8:56pm
The Citizen (SEMI-FILLER)
And the citizen waits until weekend...
Nerves and their message send
A slow illusion of what is there
And break the mystery down...
The citizen escapes mystery on a friday night...
And the citizen waits until death
For something to happen,
And is thus separated by his words...
He will not recall that his body comes and goes...
His body is a storm, a flood, a forest fire...
And because they do, he does...
His words make him a force of violence,
Never in ease or silence,
Never hearing the soft wing-beat
Of All that...
Nerves and their message send
A slow illusion of what is there
And break the mystery down...
The citizen escapes mystery on a friday night...
And the citizen waits until death
For something to happen,
And is thus separated by his words...
He will not recall that his body comes and goes...
His body is a storm, a flood, a forest fire...
And because they do, he does...
His words make him a force of violence,
Never in ease or silence,
Never hearing the soft wing-beat
Of All that...
916 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2015 00:39am
23rd Mar 2015 00:39am
Minivan Driver
AUDIO RECORDING@:
https://soundcloud.com/jim-nut-roarin/minivan-driver
minivan driver,
you lazy pod of opulence
minivan driver,
wherein a manufactured consciousness
do you breathe and watch the skies unravel?
minivan driver,
stagnant in your scheduled prison,
behind calendar bars
minivan driver,
with your familiar faces,
sitting dim and languid around
your plastic tube of solitude
minivan driver,
your clocks and linear progressions
will not bring tomorrow:
only the Sun does that,...
https://soundcloud.com/jim-nut-roarin/minivan-driver
minivan driver,
you lazy pod of opulence
minivan driver,
wherein a manufactured consciousness
do you breathe and watch the skies unravel?
minivan driver,
stagnant in your scheduled prison,
behind calendar bars
minivan driver,
with your familiar faces,
sitting dim and languid around
your plastic tube of solitude
minivan driver,
your clocks and linear progressions
will not bring tomorrow:
only the Sun does that,...
1007 reads
5 Comments
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