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.
ANGER POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2015 00:15am
23rd Mar 2015 00:15am
Coffee! Coffee! Coffee!
AUDIO RECORDING@:
https://soundcloud.com/jim-nut-roarin/coffee-coffee-coffee
An Ode to the Brown Murk of Gladness,
Which has Bound this World in Madness
coffee coffee coffee
domestic immortality
an opening of doors
the world is in control
coffee coffee coffee
I can think, I am smart
I can use big words
for hours hours hours!
coffee coffee coffee
to keep the day running
drowsy minions marauding
through the cluttered cupboards
in the stale frenzy of dawn
screaming coffee coffee coffee!
...
https://soundcloud.com/jim-nut-roarin/coffee-coffee-coffee
An Ode to the Brown Murk of Gladness,
Which has Bound this World in Madness
coffee coffee coffee
domestic immortality
an opening of doors
the world is in control
coffee coffee coffee
I can think, I am smart
I can use big words
for hours hours hours!
coffee coffee coffee
to keep the day running
drowsy minions marauding
through the cluttered cupboards
in the stale frenzy of dawn
screaming coffee coffee coffee!
...
978 reads
5 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2015 00:55am
22nd Mar 2015 00:55am
So We Were Driving Around in That Car And... (SEMI-FILLER)
So we were driving around in that car and...
The music was too loud...
The speakers... They screeched...
The passenger went to turn it down...
Driver - Don’t do that.
Passenger - Why not?
Driver - Because that is what the world does.
We’ll just wait for a... softer song.
Drove on around town...
Tape ended... lots of space... silence...
Passenger went to flip it over...
Driver - Don’t do that.
Passenger - Why not?
Driver - Because that is what the world does.
It isn’t...
The music was too loud...
The speakers... They screeched...
The passenger went to turn it down...
Driver - Don’t do that.
Passenger - Why not?
Driver - Because that is what the world does.
We’ll just wait for a... softer song.
Drove on around town...
Tape ended... lots of space... silence...
Passenger went to flip it over...
Driver - Don’t do that.
Passenger - Why not?
Driver - Because that is what the world does.
It isn’t...
749 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2015 00:42am
22nd Mar 2015 00:42am
A Roaring Void of Machinery (SEMI-FILLER)
A roaring void of machinery
Charges before a wrath of splintered sand.
As it passes, two dull heads oddly bob to the side,
Noting the scenery of madness,
A lone stranger wailing in the ditches.
They waved when I looked up...
They waved because it was the proper thing to do...
They’ve been doing it for years... it’s automatic...
They don’t even need consciousness to perform it...
They waved because I was harmless... it didn’t matter...
I held no gun... no nasty obstruction...
When dear world... when will you ever learn..?
...
Charges before a wrath of splintered sand.
As it passes, two dull heads oddly bob to the side,
Noting the scenery of madness,
A lone stranger wailing in the ditches.
They waved when I looked up...
They waved because it was the proper thing to do...
They’ve been doing it for years... it’s automatic...
They don’t even need consciousness to perform it...
They waved because I was harmless... it didn’t matter...
I held no gun... no nasty obstruction...
When dear world... when will you ever learn..?
...
710 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Mar 2015 7:39pm
18th Mar 2015 7:39pm
Under a Roman Star
Under a Roman star
Her immaculate flesh
Construed before me,
Her softer cheeks whisper wisdom
Golden locks, fresh and waving
In the royal rays of dawn...
Her chest like bubbles
Loose and bouncing
In the shimmering bonnet,
Flowery shoulders of silk
That milky shape
Slipping in the shades,
With summer and the sun
With angels breathing
Motion in her limbs...
Below the Roman glade
In slithering mist
And silent sun sparkling,
There below, there below,
Her bosom softly erects
By that...
Her immaculate flesh
Construed before me,
Her softer cheeks whisper wisdom
Golden locks, fresh and waving
In the royal rays of dawn...
Her chest like bubbles
Loose and bouncing
In the shimmering bonnet,
Flowery shoulders of silk
That milky shape
Slipping in the shades,
With summer and the sun
With angels breathing
Motion in her limbs...
Below the Roman glade
In slithering mist
And silent sun sparkling,
There below, there below,
Her bosom softly erects
By that...
763 reads
4 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
18th Mar 2015 7:39pm
18th Mar 2015 7:39pm
Mortal Mind, Go to Sleep...
AUDIO RECORDING @:
https://soundcloud.com/jim-nut-roarin/mortal-mind-go-to-sleep
Mortal mind, go to sleep...
When I’m confined into the slowing deep,
I will not need your old company,
I will not feed your dead carnality...
For now I heed a longer testimony,
To span the space with new Possibility...
Mortal mind, go to sleep...
Of all the kinds I’d love to keep,
I felt the flare when you were near,
I saw how rare it was to be put here...
But now I dare and do not fear,
To take the leap into the next...
https://soundcloud.com/jim-nut-roarin/mortal-mind-go-to-sleep
Mortal mind, go to sleep...
When I’m confined into the slowing deep,
I will not need your old company,
I will not feed your dead carnality...
For now I heed a longer testimony,
To span the space with new Possibility...
Mortal mind, go to sleep...
Of all the kinds I’d love to keep,
I felt the flare when you were near,
I saw how rare it was to be put here...
But now I dare and do not fear,
To take the leap into the next...
752 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
14th Mar 2015 1:37am
14th Mar 2015 1:37am
The Old Stranger and the Door (***LONG***)
Who are you?
You are new to these woods.
I am a human, just like you.
Where from?
What woods?
I am from the world.
The same as yours.
But we want names.
Use our language... and we will let you in.
I lost my language years ago.
When I left the old woods.
Now I am here for you.
I will guide you to the Door.
The Door?
You know of the Door?
It is Open.
But you have not found It.
Where is the Door?
On the other side of all woods.
At the end of all paths.
I am here for you....
You are new to these woods.
I am a human, just like you.
Where from?
What woods?
I am from the world.
The same as yours.
But we want names.
Use our language... and we will let you in.
I lost my language years ago.
When I left the old woods.
Now I am here for you.
I will guide you to the Door.
The Door?
You know of the Door?
It is Open.
But you have not found It.
Where is the Door?
On the other side of all woods.
At the end of all paths.
I am here for you....
895 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Mar 2015 2:04pm
12th Mar 2015 2:04pm
Maybe in a Gravel Desert or Mountain Stream
Maybe in a gravel desert or mountain stream,
I will face the wind and end this dream;
I will obey the elder patterns imprinted in the flowers,
And seek the hidden powers that mend in silence,
Behind the bulging nerves.
Have you ever seen the dead wear gentle feathers?
They hide in the clouds, their shape is vast and never certain...
It's okay to see them, you'll be a human until you do...
But just make sure you end what you start,
For a lingering life infuriates the wispy swarming of death...
For the dead will drown you in their...
I will face the wind and end this dream;
I will obey the elder patterns imprinted in the flowers,
And seek the hidden powers that mend in silence,
Behind the bulging nerves.
Have you ever seen the dead wear gentle feathers?
They hide in the clouds, their shape is vast and never certain...
It's okay to see them, you'll be a human until you do...
But just make sure you end what you start,
For a lingering life infuriates the wispy swarming of death...
For the dead will drown you in their...
673 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Mar 2015 12:07pm
10th Mar 2015 12:07pm
Who Are You? (***Semi-Filler***)
Girl - Who are you?
Madman - A mammal in the limbs of silence,
Searching... searching for you...
Girl - Uhh... What is your name then?
Madman - A word you’ve heard too often...
I’m the stranger you always knew...
My name is the love you give...
Girl - Okay... Where are you from then?
Madman - My mother... she brought me here, for you...
Girl - What..? Well uh, what do you want?
Madman - I want you to be the part of me which is the ground...
Hold my oceans and grow my forests...
And I shall be the part of...
Madman - A mammal in the limbs of silence,
Searching... searching for you...
Girl - Uhh... What is your name then?
Madman - A word you’ve heard too often...
I’m the stranger you always knew...
My name is the love you give...
Girl - Okay... Where are you from then?
Madman - My mother... she brought me here, for you...
Girl - What..? Well uh, what do you want?
Madman - I want you to be the part of me which is the ground...
Hold my oceans and grow my forests...
And I shall be the part of...
903 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Mar 2015 12:06pm
10th Mar 2015 12:06pm
One Question... (***Semi-Filler***)
Porcupine - One question.
Jim - What is it?
Porcupine - Why are we doing this?
Jim - So people don’t... ask questions.
Porcupine - Okay, okay, one more?
Can I ask one more?
Jim - Go ahead... we have all day...
Porcupine - Why are there a few lines of poetry,
Scattered here and there?
Jim - Because sometimes, my little friend...
I have to... talk to Myself.
Jim - What is it?
Porcupine - Why are we doing this?
Jim - So people don’t... ask questions.
Porcupine - Okay, okay, one more?
Can I ask one more?
Jim - Go ahead... we have all day...
Porcupine - Why are there a few lines of poetry,
Scattered here and there?
Jim - Because sometimes, my little friend...
I have to... talk to Myself.
761 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
9th Mar 2015 11:06am
9th Mar 2015 11:06am
What do I have? (***MORE FILLER***)
What do I have?
- vast amounts of gold, silver, currency, industrial shares
- ability to survive anywhere with very little
- ability to approach all things and people equally (ie: politicians, criminals, yuppies, Tommy Hillfiggers, hippies, hippie wannabes, parents, parents kids, computer geeks, insane homeless, losers, the sick and ugly, police, 9-5ers, punks, jocks, rednecks, friends, strangers, cute little chipmunks, hungry bears, blizzards, rainstorms, sunshine, plagues, mountains, prairies, cities, wilderness, appliances, garbage, etc...)
- ability to withstand...
- vast amounts of gold, silver, currency, industrial shares
- ability to survive anywhere with very little
- ability to approach all things and people equally (ie: politicians, criminals, yuppies, Tommy Hillfiggers, hippies, hippie wannabes, parents, parents kids, computer geeks, insane homeless, losers, the sick and ugly, police, 9-5ers, punks, jocks, rednecks, friends, strangers, cute little chipmunks, hungry bears, blizzards, rainstorms, sunshine, plagues, mountains, prairies, cities, wilderness, appliances, garbage, etc...)
- ability to withstand...
747 reads
6 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
9th Mar 2015 11:03am
9th Mar 2015 11:03am
What do I want? - Modified Version (***FILLER!!!***)
**WARNING: Offensive and Fictitious***
What do I want?
I would like a woman to run my life over...
Specifications:
- wise, well-hipped and calmed the fuck out...
Job Description:
- does not wear spandex, sweat shirts, jogging pants and old people clothes
- does not drink, smoke, do drugs, watch tv, drink coffee, use medicine, eat junkfood; but has done all these things in the past
- has general distrust and pretended respect for authority and science
- has no religion, but isn't an atheist nor agnostic
- loves...
What do I want?
I would like a woman to run my life over...
Specifications:
- wise, well-hipped and calmed the fuck out...
Job Description:
- does not wear spandex, sweat shirts, jogging pants and old people clothes
- does not drink, smoke, do drugs, watch tv, drink coffee, use medicine, eat junkfood; but has done all these things in the past
- has general distrust and pretended respect for authority and science
- has no religion, but isn't an atheist nor agnostic
- loves...
835 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Mar 2015 8:33am
5th Mar 2015 8:33am
Odd Jottings: The University Years / Stupid (FILLER)
SLOUCHING APE-LIKE HORDES: WAKE UP!
REMEMBER WHERE WE ARE... OUTER SPACE!
REMEMBER WHERE WE ARE... OUTER SPACE!
820 reads
3 Comments
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