Submissions by lightbaron
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
9th Apr 2012 00:29am
9th Apr 2012 00:29am
Accidental tourist
Ihaveconversedwithevery
hidden"other"inthechronicles
ofesotericexperience
I
have
chanted
meditated
anddmt'dmyway
througheverymicro
andmacrocosmicreststop
wheretransientenergies
can'tseemtofitwithin
thecoordinates
andevenflirtedbriefly
withtheaestheticappeal
ofparanormalandmetaphysical
manifestation
but
Ineveraskedforthatbastard
withthenumericexterior
tobumpintome
hadtolookatanangle
toseethedistortions
itmadeinmy
lengthtimeswidthtimesheight...
hidden"other"inthechronicles
ofesotericexperience
I
have
chanted
meditated
anddmt'dmyway
througheverymicro
andmacrocosmicreststop
wheretransientenergies
can'tseemtofitwithin
thecoordinates
andevenflirtedbriefly
withtheaestheticappeal
ofparanormalandmetaphysical
manifestation
but
Ineveraskedforthatbastard
withthenumericexterior
tobumpintome
hadtolookatanangle
toseethedistortions
itmadeinmy
lengthtimeswidthtimesheight...
827 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Apr 2012 9:49pm
6th Apr 2012 9:49pm
Amour fou(1)
should i cut to strips
this Nerf football
and make napalm
to baptize by fire
the Louvre and all its beauty
make sure to tune your violin
to insane passion
because a million tiny Neros
will be cast like spells
to turn the coals
in the bellows
of many private Romes
I would be arrested
if they knew how much
I wanted to kiss you
let us consult the ancient scribes
whose script itself ...
this Nerf football
and make napalm
to baptize by fire
the Louvre and all its beauty
make sure to tune your violin
to insane passion
because a million tiny Neros
will be cast like spells
to turn the coals
in the bellows
of many private Romes
I would be arrested
if they knew how much
I wanted to kiss you
let us consult the ancient scribes
whose script itself ...
1116 reads
8 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
6th Apr 2012 9:02pm
6th Apr 2012 9:02pm
quiet ride with the ex
wishing we had never
uncovered curse words so
when i tell you to
go fuck yourself
it would rumble across the earth
as if a pissed off god
shouted the seventy two syllables
naming my rage
uncovered curse words so
when i tell you to
go fuck yourself
it would rumble across the earth
as if a pissed off god
shouted the seventy two syllables
naming my rage
822 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Apr 2012 9:36pm
5th Apr 2012 9:36pm
yup
i came
out
of the closet
and into
his rear
(about as deep as most of the "erotic" i find here)
out
of the closet
and into
his rear
(about as deep as most of the "erotic" i find here)
1034 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Apr 2012 6:52am
5th Apr 2012 6:52am
Amour fou (2)
when we form the first few letters
to express this frenzy we're feeling
the friction will incite Shiva-step incendiaries
and scatter rose petal apocalypse
decode the secrets of overexposure
by candlelight
breathe heavy
between lifetimes
sweet whisper destruction
creating a cosmos in my earlobe
unfold before me my beloved
allow your moonlit need
to usher my aggression outward
towards oblivion
rest the full expanse of your flora
on to my chest
rising with the rhythm of my inhale
then seed...
to express this frenzy we're feeling
the friction will incite Shiva-step incendiaries
and scatter rose petal apocalypse
decode the secrets of overexposure
by candlelight
breathe heavy
between lifetimes
sweet whisper destruction
creating a cosmos in my earlobe
unfold before me my beloved
allow your moonlit need
to usher my aggression outward
towards oblivion
rest the full expanse of your flora
on to my chest
rising with the rhythm of my inhale
then seed...
835 reads
11 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Apr 2012 3:53pm
4th Apr 2012 3:53pm
stolen affection
Yeah i know its silly,
even steeped in the undertow of fantasy
to waste imagination on what it might be
that she sees
stage left
just how many directors
i wonder
were hired to produce that smirk
seeming so sly
and accidental
does she not know that i see
pulled strings?
this teasing tension
is clearly orchestrated
and oh
so well
please don't pretend
that these are not mountains,
the molehills you have projected
from the edifice
on the hillside
allow these sharpened swords
to at...
even steeped in the undertow of fantasy
to waste imagination on what it might be
that she sees
stage left
just how many directors
i wonder
were hired to produce that smirk
seeming so sly
and accidental
does she not know that i see
pulled strings?
this teasing tension
is clearly orchestrated
and oh
so well
please don't pretend
that these are not mountains,
the molehills you have projected
from the edifice
on the hillside
allow these sharpened swords
to at...
697 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Mar 2012 6:27pm
30th Mar 2012 6:27pm
long sleep(inventory cliff notes)
a lifetime of debt
unfinished masterpieces
and could of beens
but
i cant shake this heroes welcome
forgot is nearly every experience
but you cant take from me
this warmth
as
ive seen her dance
on hillsides and infinity
and at least once she
reached out her hand to me
unfinished masterpieces
and could of beens
but
i cant shake this heroes welcome
forgot is nearly every experience
but you cant take from me
this warmth
as
ive seen her dance
on hillsides and infinity
and at least once she
reached out her hand to me
782 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Mar 2012 7:28pm
28th Mar 2012 7:28pm
mae song
she forgot of fashion
and it seemed
that his beard now made sense
once she heard the pan pipes
beyond the big bottem beats of the dancefloor
and noticed that not once
had his hooves
grazed her delicate toes
as they ravenously sculpted space
with their inner rhythms
and seductive appendages
the lack of a fragrant disguise
that her polished entourage sneered at
paved a path to a primal memory
that Mr. Anton Mesmer only scratched the surface of
her defense of expectation
and peer pressured plastic...
and it seemed
that his beard now made sense
once she heard the pan pipes
beyond the big bottem beats of the dancefloor
and noticed that not once
had his hooves
grazed her delicate toes
as they ravenously sculpted space
with their inner rhythms
and seductive appendages
the lack of a fragrant disguise
that her polished entourage sneered at
paved a path to a primal memory
that Mr. Anton Mesmer only scratched the surface of
her defense of expectation
and peer pressured plastic...
822 reads
5 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th Mar 2012 6:36am
28th Mar 2012 6:36am
why not (for the comp...why?)
no lie
ive toe'd to toe with the big guy
for insight
and drank the darker fella
under the table
simply to pick his pockets
assuming he left dodge
with some sort of severance package
i picked at the tapestry
enough for the fabric to fray
and traced the common thread of every artists ancestry
back to before the bang set off on big
i followed the fancy of physics
to the quantum level
disappearing and reappearing everywhere at once
just to tippy-toe peak beyond it
ive spun the mystics...
ive toe'd to toe with the big guy
for insight
and drank the darker fella
under the table
simply to pick his pockets
assuming he left dodge
with some sort of severance package
i picked at the tapestry
enough for the fabric to fray
and traced the common thread of every artists ancestry
back to before the bang set off on big
i followed the fancy of physics
to the quantum level
disappearing and reappearing everywhere at once
just to tippy-toe peak beyond it
ive spun the mystics...
582 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Mar 2012 7:08am
27th Mar 2012 7:08am
used to
used to feel the actual thrust of our planet
before i knew that it was spinning one thousand
and fourty two miles an hour
upon its own axis
and i used to
dissolve in the gnosis of a runaway universe
expanding at a break neck speed simply to experiment
with its own existence
i used to scoff at boredom and even regret
recieving the go ahead nod from the everything
telling me that morality is a casuality of duality
and that none of these apply to the assembled aggregate
that is the all
I used to fly, literally...
before i knew that it was spinning one thousand
and fourty two miles an hour
upon its own axis
and i used to
dissolve in the gnosis of a runaway universe
expanding at a break neck speed simply to experiment
with its own existence
i used to scoff at boredom and even regret
recieving the go ahead nod from the everything
telling me that morality is a casuality of duality
and that none of these apply to the assembled aggregate
that is the all
I used to fly, literally...
779 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Mar 2012 7:18am
26th Mar 2012 7:18am
get on down
down here
where the mere whisper of inspiration
silhouettes itself against a flicker
that cant be extinguished
and cuts stencils of its own shadows
spray paint sprinkled against bricks
still dripping
is where
the house band demands spare inklings
in exchange for masked epiphanies
forced into danceable signatures of space
and shields us from the direct rays of light
by refracting the soul shattering pillar of syllable
into manageable morsels
down here the kitchens never open
but the hungers always met
thick as...
where the mere whisper of inspiration
silhouettes itself against a flicker
that cant be extinguished
and cuts stencils of its own shadows
spray paint sprinkled against bricks
still dripping
is where
the house band demands spare inklings
in exchange for masked epiphanies
forced into danceable signatures of space
and shields us from the direct rays of light
by refracting the soul shattering pillar of syllable
into manageable morsels
down here the kitchens never open
but the hungers always met
thick as...
692 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Mar 2012 5:06pm
25th Mar 2012 5:06pm
they all float down here
down here
where the rules are regarded as suggestions
and the tensions of time seem to become amorphous
around the edges
is where
the last samples are kept in jars
the radiation lingers just enough
to illuminate the powder keg
concealed in allegory
the drumline, denying that order has been found
pads the firewalls of the abyss
not so much in open defiance
but as a mutiny of defined
down here
where the caution tape of novelty
and the barbed wire restrictions of taboo
become decorative tatters and echoes
...
where the rules are regarded as suggestions
and the tensions of time seem to become amorphous
around the edges
is where
the last samples are kept in jars
the radiation lingers just enough
to illuminate the powder keg
concealed in allegory
the drumline, denying that order has been found
pads the firewalls of the abyss
not so much in open defiance
but as a mutiny of defined
down here
where the caution tape of novelty
and the barbed wire restrictions of taboo
become decorative tatters and echoes
...
777 reads
2 Comments
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