Submissions by mjolnir (Dgim K. Bo)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Simplest thoughts. Complexest thoughts.
ANGER POEM
Published
10th Sep 2012 10:14am
10th Sep 2012 10:14am
Bloodfeast
We’re all just human
we’re all just nothing to no one
this universe may not align
with our selfish intentions
that we can rape the earth
because it was given to us;
for we are given, from the earth
who feeds
and can take away
who doesn’t choose a mouth that looks better
some innocent 6 year old is no more
important; a rich man loses a sock.
The cross on my bun
reminds me that directions
are no more valuable
than the mind choosing for itself
ever chaotic ...
we’re all just nothing to no one
this universe may not align
with our selfish intentions
that we can rape the earth
because it was given to us;
for we are given, from the earth
who feeds
and can take away
who doesn’t choose a mouth that looks better
some innocent 6 year old is no more
important; a rich man loses a sock.
The cross on my bun
reminds me that directions
are no more valuable
than the mind choosing for itself
ever chaotic ...
747 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Sep 2012 12:10pm
4th Sep 2012 12:10pm
Revelator
The zenith feathers in static motion,
extreme that my hair feels in want to ascend me.
I’ve seen the winks of brilliant heavens,
in streamers, zigzags and bangs.
Luck, they say, yet these senses seem to draw
in sails, with what my existence prevails.
A pity, seasons and beetles folly
fly this ship, even by death.
May not a pity be, as existence,
even on an ill, tempestuous, wind-blown cruise
is fair. For lots are cast within moments,
without entire certainty.
Always, forever, means implore an end. ...
extreme that my hair feels in want to ascend me.
I’ve seen the winks of brilliant heavens,
in streamers, zigzags and bangs.
Luck, they say, yet these senses seem to draw
in sails, with what my existence prevails.
A pity, seasons and beetles folly
fly this ship, even by death.
May not a pity be, as existence,
even on an ill, tempestuous, wind-blown cruise
is fair. For lots are cast within moments,
without entire certainty.
Always, forever, means implore an end. ...
657 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Aug 2012 3:20pm
29th Aug 2012 3:20pm
I've got flu, and my bum now hurts when I cough
I just hurt my right bottom cheek (about 15mins. ago)
while stepping over a low picket-fence.
My trouser leg caught one of the points,
my bum caught the other,
I yelled “mother fucker!!”
and no one heard to rescue my angst.
I ran to the loo to check my rear end
and that my hole was fair,
there's a scrape on my cheek,
I'll sit light for a week…
God! bless my poor derriere :(
2012-08-29
(it seems at least a little funny now that I've written it out.. :P)
while stepping over a low picket-fence.
My trouser leg caught one of the points,
my bum caught the other,
I yelled “mother fucker!!”
and no one heard to rescue my angst.
I ran to the loo to check my rear end
and that my hole was fair,
there's a scrape on my cheek,
I'll sit light for a week…
God! bless my poor derriere :(
2012-08-29
(it seems at least a little funny now that I've written it out.. :P)
763 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Aug 2012 3:00pm
29th Aug 2012 3:00pm
Winter 2009
I am going to Hell for thinking
This I know
No one need be told so
But it is my own Hell
Where my thoughts know me well
That I am wretched, hopeless and lost
That I am joyful, respectful and shy
Alive!!!
Sojourn in physicality
Forget the why
Forget the why
A journey through fractal seas
The soul a part of hive realities
One’s all you see
Looking back at me
I turned away
And it’s all gone
Dead!!!
Filtered power, splitting seams
Eternal dark
Eternal light ...
This I know
No one need be told so
But it is my own Hell
Where my thoughts know me well
That I am wretched, hopeless and lost
That I am joyful, respectful and shy
Alive!!!
Sojourn in physicality
Forget the why
Forget the why
A journey through fractal seas
The soul a part of hive realities
One’s all you see
Looking back at me
I turned away
And it’s all gone
Dead!!!
Filtered power, splitting seams
Eternal dark
Eternal light ...
632 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2012 2:54pm
2nd Aug 2012 2:54pm
Poison in the Cueva de Villa Luz (inspired by the Snottites)
The primal power mother issues
outward from her womb, rears existence
near to parity; opposed to death.
Labyrinthine veins, wake in nascence,
flowing forth to nourish.
Venous vitriol vitae in veneration.
Micro-bio turn-arounds.
Hominids heeding hypoxic hesitation.
Gas mask breath,
separate,
meet such life’s unknowing sound.
A-thrive to your extremophile waste,
spiders tip-toe their weave ‘tween the goo.
Praying in their own little mecca
for small-fry midge flies that graze, to do
natures...
outward from her womb, rears existence
near to parity; opposed to death.
Labyrinthine veins, wake in nascence,
flowing forth to nourish.
Venous vitriol vitae in veneration.
Micro-bio turn-arounds.
Hominids heeding hypoxic hesitation.
Gas mask breath,
separate,
meet such life’s unknowing sound.
A-thrive to your extremophile waste,
spiders tip-toe their weave ‘tween the goo.
Praying in their own little mecca
for small-fry midge flies that graze, to do
natures...
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Aug 2012 2:30pm
1st Aug 2012 2:30pm
There, is a space.
What convection would suit?
My thoughts would reel,
outward, at what was meant forsooth…
…this evil thing;
honesty in duplicity, such vileness.
Such ubiquitous black veils,
utter callousness.
Grandiose guise beguiling,
ever so, that godly eloquence,
in flight, shall be marred
on dew drops of that moon of the morn’.
Happy tears, elated
quandary in iridescence;
honesty enshrined,
betwixt peculiar coalescence.
2012-07-20
My thoughts would reel,
outward, at what was meant forsooth…
…this evil thing;
honesty in duplicity, such vileness.
Such ubiquitous black veils,
utter callousness.
Grandiose guise beguiling,
ever so, that godly eloquence,
in flight, shall be marred
on dew drops of that moon of the morn’.
Happy tears, elated
quandary in iridescence;
honesty enshrined,
betwixt peculiar coalescence.
2012-07-20
678 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Aug 2012 12:35pm
1st Aug 2012 12:35pm
Moon of the Morn’
So tranquil is our landscape,
calm in its everest blue.
The summer moon, full in its splendour,
keen for the watcher,
gone apace the sprinkled dew.
Beauty few grasp to elate.
Reverent, spiritual night,
sing silent to the heavens.
Weep with the morn', weep joy over all,
even light can fall.
Gentle, mortal eloquence.
Godly harmonies take flight.
2010-05-12
calm in its everest blue.
The summer moon, full in its splendour,
keen for the watcher,
gone apace the sprinkled dew.
Beauty few grasp to elate.
Reverent, spiritual night,
sing silent to the heavens.
Weep with the morn', weep joy over all,
even light can fall.
Gentle, mortal eloquence.
Godly harmonies take flight.
2010-05-12
821 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jul 2012 2:54pm
20th Jul 2012 2:54pm
Kind de la Parity
Dogs maintain divisibility.
Unknowingly trained.
Barking unfamiliarity.
Against what would be considered base truth,
their ears tune to the forms of their teachings,
while these machinations deride their sight.
Animals, no more or less human,
shades of we, the apparent pinnacle,
know just the same values.
Only, thrown through a prism, perceived,
acknowledge what light is deemed studious.
At base, all is truly akin to this tale,
just differing forms and laws;
opposable thumbs versus paws. ...
Unknowingly trained.
Barking unfamiliarity.
Against what would be considered base truth,
their ears tune to the forms of their teachings,
while these machinations deride their sight.
Animals, no more or less human,
shades of we, the apparent pinnacle,
know just the same values.
Only, thrown through a prism, perceived,
acknowledge what light is deemed studious.
At base, all is truly akin to this tale,
just differing forms and laws;
opposable thumbs versus paws. ...
840 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jul 2012 10:16am
20th Jul 2012 10:16am
Stir the Cultivator
Jesus, why does religion scare subservience this way and that,
pulling within between on pseudo personification?
It is obvious to the logician (concerning metaphysics)
that there is unification in sub-atomics, quanta, etc.
Maddening thoughts to mire the writer.
How long will it take this dredging root of evil
to sap the world off which it feeds?
How long before the ants craft their nest?
Picking dark soil to rid the disease.
2012-07-17
pulling within between on pseudo personification?
It is obvious to the logician (concerning metaphysics)
that there is unification in sub-atomics, quanta, etc.
Maddening thoughts to mire the writer.
How long will it take this dredging root of evil
to sap the world off which it feeds?
How long before the ants craft their nest?
Picking dark soil to rid the disease.
2012-07-17
653 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
17th Jul 2012 8:49am
17th Jul 2012 8:49am
those who from heaven to earth came
I am like Satan..
or any weighty mass trying to escape,
to pass on to another world.
Akin to scablands dam,
churning icy megaliths.
A world unto itself.
Melting twists
and pools a slurry between giants,
gorging an escape,
threatening earthy cousins.
Early whispers of a great war,
there is no fair, only causative fate.
Sometimes the good must ride with a flaming sword,
clear as crystal, being utterly disparate
as meditating into the world..
I break away like this mass, ...
or any weighty mass trying to escape,
to pass on to another world.
Akin to scablands dam,
churning icy megaliths.
A world unto itself.
Melting twists
and pools a slurry between giants,
gorging an escape,
threatening earthy cousins.
Early whispers of a great war,
there is no fair, only causative fate.
Sometimes the good must ride with a flaming sword,
clear as crystal, being utterly disparate
as meditating into the world..
I break away like this mass, ...
649 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Jul 2012 6:38am
13th Jul 2012 6:38am
Geminancer
It was no wonder when I found my sun,
that I was betwixt duality and a pincher.
Patient, hidden by shadows, I ponder
this and that, I am the ultimate dualator.
A mind of mercury flowing great tides,
ever a-wax and wane; driven to seek by the moon:
lively whim, bequeath to my sentience
a caring knowledge, for this unsure buffoon.
Insatiable information junkie;
a jack of all trades. Exploring, a will to full sight,
from omniverse to beyond mountain glades,
as complete as any mortal in finite.
Aloof in...
that I was betwixt duality and a pincher.
Patient, hidden by shadows, I ponder
this and that, I am the ultimate dualator.
A mind of mercury flowing great tides,
ever a-wax and wane; driven to seek by the moon:
lively whim, bequeath to my sentience
a caring knowledge, for this unsure buffoon.
Insatiable information junkie;
a jack of all trades. Exploring, a will to full sight,
from omniverse to beyond mountain glades,
as complete as any mortal in finite.
Aloof in...
900 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jul 2012 11:13pm
1st Jul 2012 11:13pm
Collective (Air to Intuit)
It is a field of seamless dreams,
owing one to the other.
And in autumns most,
golden straws are drawn in hopeful measure.
What mind can know another?
Who would wish for such impishness, now?
And such not able,
do seek such airs of thought,
-ever so softly.
2012-05-20
owing one to the other.
And in autumns most,
golden straws are drawn in hopeful measure.
What mind can know another?
Who would wish for such impishness, now?
And such not able,
do seek such airs of thought,
-ever so softly.
2012-05-20
718 reads
1 Comment
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