Submissions by rodan
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I like words and the artful exploit of their facets. Still, I'm just going to write whatever strikes me. It's like my friend used to say, "I may set the sails but I don't make the wind."
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Jun 2016 4:04pm
20th Jun 2016 4:04pm
libre arbitre - control in the modern age
This time the deed will be done by me but it was never my choice to do it. I mean to be clear is difficult on this matter.. it was always my choice and would be a million times over.. and exactly that my arbitrer knew and knew well to use against me. Now i work to their ends.. act to complete steps towards their goals.. so that i might salvage my own.
Continuous.. colonies of neighboring corded luminous beings in unison but different they sway as a heavy vine in the soft wind.
and yet this space.. right here .. right now .. is my own
...
Continuous.. colonies of neighboring corded luminous beings in unison but different they sway as a heavy vine in the soft wind.
and yet this space.. right here .. right now .. is my own
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Mar 2016 11:13pm
24th Mar 2016 11:13pm
sad story
-
were i to set aside my pain,
and then could see from your side, plain;
a cold and sullen vamp in chain
misspoke distress in muted strain.
-
it's hard alone
fumbling through the grey
the static like teeth
you reach out.. … a dead line.
to call..
have it claw..
as you wait..
while they prove..
all your world..
is in vain.
eyes on fire
as you stand there
in the rain.
i wasn't there for you.
and you weren't there for me.
ours is a sad story.
it's far...
were i to set aside my pain,
and then could see from your side, plain;
a cold and sullen vamp in chain
misspoke distress in muted strain.
-
it's hard alone
fumbling through the grey
the static like teeth
you reach out.. … a dead line.
to call..
have it claw..
as you wait..
while they prove..
all your world..
is in vain.
eyes on fire
as you stand there
in the rain.
i wasn't there for you.
and you weren't there for me.
ours is a sad story.
it's far...
505 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
18th Aug 2015 8:58am
18th Aug 2015 8:58am
life must first be death
-
beauty
is that thing
when you break
and then you sing
splendor
the fall
knowing well
you were so tall
magnificent
the art
of giving in
chiseled apart
life itself
the cost
knowing dying
what you've lost
beauty
is that thing
when you break
and then you sing
splendor
the fall
knowing well
you were so tall
magnificent
the art
of giving in
chiseled apart
life itself
the cost
knowing dying
what you've lost
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Aug 2015 8:30am
18th Aug 2015 8:30am
greed
for the guise of wall street
and the angst of Sagazan
business culture
western altar
something primal
lies low in rote
the yokufuka hides within
unseen with sateless eyes
and souls have drowned in swept green blood
to find a haven high
neglected soul can't be untold
to live so it must die
as hunger grows upon itself
a creature's given rise
the yokufuka trickster knows
just hunger in it's eyes
and the angst of Sagazan
business culture
western altar
something primal
lies low in rote
the yokufuka hides within
unseen with sateless eyes
and souls have drowned in swept green blood
to find a haven high
neglected soul can't be untold
to live so it must die
as hunger grows upon itself
a creature's given rise
the yokufuka trickster knows
just hunger in it's eyes
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ANGER POEM
Published
18th Feb 2014 9:43am
18th Feb 2014 9:43am
broken cart before the horse
this is a lonely fucking planet. when you don't trust a soul. The people here can be so dumb and cruel and if i'm lucky i will bind myself to one.
then we will fight a duel.
for some mawkish lame gruel
straight ripped from nerve pool
that's suppose't to mean renewal
a low supply left in this spool
not the way
to approach
what could be
not so cruel
if just kept to the rule
you can't kick out the stool
but sometimes you can't fight
you're a callous old fool
irredeemably trite ...
then we will fight a duel.
for some mawkish lame gruel
straight ripped from nerve pool
that's suppose't to mean renewal
a low supply left in this spool
not the way
to approach
what could be
not so cruel
if just kept to the rule
you can't kick out the stool
but sometimes you can't fight
you're a callous old fool
irredeemably trite ...
615 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Feb 2014 3:37am
9th Feb 2014 3:37am
7 billion
like a fish..
in a bag of water..
floating in the ocean.
trapped..
freedom all around you.
in a bag of water..
floating in the ocean.
trapped..
freedom all around you.
613 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Feb 2014 9:35am
8th Feb 2014 9:35am
Corporal Corporeal
- entropy
You fight to survive,
though you will never win.
The winds you face will never cease
and the grains of sand will wear you down in time.
You fight to survive,
though you will never win.
The winds you face will never cease
and the grains of sand will wear you down in time.
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Feb 2014 10:57pm
6th Feb 2014 10:57pm
The Demagogue
A proud look - A lying tongue - and hands that let innocent blood
.. that let wring wrench beckon plead and sanctify
.. that hold their careful casualty, a sceptre to the sky
.. that arc the course you're hurt to act - there is no choice at all
.. appeal and show the mold and wool minds' eyes by daunt by call
so 'rightfully-won-by-the-rules' ruling class
and you can hear the demand the dun the spine
furtive snarls hide fulsome smiles
And just beyond
dark circling need
lies the yoke.. and the right.. and...
.. that let wring wrench beckon plead and sanctify
.. that hold their careful casualty, a sceptre to the sky
.. that arc the course you're hurt to act - there is no choice at all
.. appeal and show the mold and wool minds' eyes by daunt by call
so 'rightfully-won-by-the-rules' ruling class
and you can hear the demand the dun the spine
furtive snarls hide fulsome smiles
And just beyond
dark circling need
lies the yoke.. and the right.. and...
625 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Feb 2014 9:59pm
6th Feb 2014 9:59pm
knockout
reckless ingrate
profligate teammate
betrayed both me and herself
another misplaced trust
soothed our path
for a time
another pass to come
this mild delirium
exacerbating fear
exhilarating cheer
uncanny chandelier
as movements come unclear
blackout sightless knockdown
profligate teammate
betrayed both me and herself
another misplaced trust
soothed our path
for a time
another pass to come
this mild delirium
exacerbating fear
exhilarating cheer
uncanny chandelier
as movements come unclear
blackout sightless knockdown
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
6th Feb 2014 1:20pm
6th Feb 2014 1:20pm
Henry Orekin can grow
-We wish we were free from our past, but our past is the dirt not the chains.-
Henry makes a doubtful attempt at honest surmise.
A reminder left where once injury was. Damage. Wound. A gash left as on a stem or branch by a fallen leaf or harvested fruit. The past impels itself.
He then conjured with transportive recall the moment when Ally had spiked her leering words 'remind you of anyone'. Her disdain could really stay with you after one like that. The plastic did little to conceal the condescension.. even contempt.
(For he had seen Alison in...
Henry makes a doubtful attempt at honest surmise.
A reminder left where once injury was. Damage. Wound. A gash left as on a stem or branch by a fallen leaf or harvested fruit. The past impels itself.
He then conjured with transportive recall the moment when Ally had spiked her leering words 'remind you of anyone'. Her disdain could really stay with you after one like that. The plastic did little to conceal the condescension.. even contempt.
(For he had seen Alison in...
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