Submissions by runningturtle87
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
If it's not intimate, what's the point?......................
Grand Opus: The End of Shadows 0005
Chapter One: The Open Mind
E. Palm Strike Defense and Peace
Having settled the nature of Nature,
the nurturing of the soul,
and the rudiments of reality,
before we move on to Chapter Two,
we must settle the doggeries of Boundary
and the defense of Person and Property.
In all things, give. Freely.
If you cannot give, then give nothing.
This being said, if you must,
if the end of giving has come,
then be steadfast.
To analyze this, think of ownership
and personal space as illusions.
In an emergency,...
E. Palm Strike Defense and Peace
Having settled the nature of Nature,
the nurturing of the soul,
and the rudiments of reality,
before we move on to Chapter Two,
we must settle the doggeries of Boundary
and the defense of Person and Property.
In all things, give. Freely.
If you cannot give, then give nothing.
This being said, if you must,
if the end of giving has come,
then be steadfast.
To analyze this, think of ownership
and personal space as illusions.
In an emergency,...
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Enraptured
She leans against me,
her face upturned to the moonlight.
Her eyes are closed and our fingers
lightly grip in knowing sequence.
Her breath contains the molecules
of every ancient soul,
for she enfolds the sum desires
of a billion lifetimes.
I move to shift my arm
around her shoulder,
not that cold air invades
her giving space.
Her eyes unclasp
and from her lips
a word emits
a sense of pleasure.
She says my name
and asks something
about the sky and how
the stars evolved.
I cannot say,...
her face upturned to the moonlight.
Her eyes are closed and our fingers
lightly grip in knowing sequence.
Her breath contains the molecules
of every ancient soul,
for she enfolds the sum desires
of a billion lifetimes.
I move to shift my arm
around her shoulder,
not that cold air invades
her giving space.
Her eyes unclasp
and from her lips
a word emits
a sense of pleasure.
She says my name
and asks something
about the sky and how
the stars evolved.
I cannot say,...
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Never More Ready
Not wanting
to ever leave this precipice
of joy and sauntering luxury,
I withhold myself
from final resolution.
She, basking and bathing
in her tumult spurred,
a mare boxed in
and working
for a stallion,
biting sneers
and kicks her prize.
Her pitch and woo,
a jaunt into a leaping gait,
her chorus sung and moaned
has won a song upon the wind
and thus becomes an echo in a canyon
strung with night and counterpoint,
a mystic slave on bars.
Her voice a cloister bell,
her rejoining
an elfin call,...
to ever leave this precipice
of joy and sauntering luxury,
I withhold myself
from final resolution.
She, basking and bathing
in her tumult spurred,
a mare boxed in
and working
for a stallion,
biting sneers
and kicks her prize.
Her pitch and woo,
a jaunt into a leaping gait,
her chorus sung and moaned
has won a song upon the wind
and thus becomes an echo in a canyon
strung with night and counterpoint,
a mystic slave on bars.
Her voice a cloister bell,
her rejoining
an elfin call,...
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Grand Opus: The End of Shadows 0004
Chapter One: The Open Mind
D. The Work, Labor, and the Job
Sustenance requires some kind of labor,
and the question becomes, "Will you work
or will you get a job?" A quandary then.
A job perpetuates the vision of another,
and to fulfill it you must labor
at a price of always making less than you create.
The inevitable cost of a job takes its toll
and life spent squandered in the service of a boss
will not create a sense of having lived.
We must do our work, the work of the heart,
and if our work and our job match...
D. The Work, Labor, and the Job
Sustenance requires some kind of labor,
and the question becomes, "Will you work
or will you get a job?" A quandary then.
A job perpetuates the vision of another,
and to fulfill it you must labor
at a price of always making less than you create.
The inevitable cost of a job takes its toll
and life spent squandered in the service of a boss
will not create a sense of having lived.
We must do our work, the work of the heart,
and if our work and our job match...
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Adrift
She stands alone
all in between
the worlds
that all have been
and knows
that in her future lies
the universe within.
To plan it out
and make her way
is just no easy task,
but there is no one
knows her fate
as well
as she can ask.
What will happen clearly?
What will open be?
Will I have my everything
when it brakes on me?
I cannot know
for certain,
and rain falls
where it may.
All I know
is what I feel
so this is
what I'll say:
To take in hand
a hand...
all in between
the worlds
that all have been
and knows
that in her future lies
the universe within.
To plan it out
and make her way
is just no easy task,
but there is no one
knows her fate
as well
as she can ask.
What will happen clearly?
What will open be?
Will I have my everything
when it brakes on me?
I cannot know
for certain,
and rain falls
where it may.
All I know
is what I feel
so this is
what I'll say:
To take in hand
a hand...
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Grand Opus: The End of Shadows 0003
Chapter One: The Open Mind
C. The Indelible State of Grace and the End of Morality
Authentic life exudes the stuff of intimacy,
the only true sense of Being, the State of Grace.
No one can authenticate what must be seen
by the Self from inside the torus,
from within the Constellation of the Inner Eye.
The New Mythology of Expressive Creativity
bids us see ourselves from a position outside
of our realm of influence and thus the Other
disguises itself by becoming that which we distain.
Uncloved, and uncovered, the mystery of all...
C. The Indelible State of Grace and the End of Morality
Authentic life exudes the stuff of intimacy,
the only true sense of Being, the State of Grace.
No one can authenticate what must be seen
by the Self from inside the torus,
from within the Constellation of the Inner Eye.
The New Mythology of Expressive Creativity
bids us see ourselves from a position outside
of our realm of influence and thus the Other
disguises itself by becoming that which we distain.
Uncloved, and uncovered, the mystery of all...
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Grand Opus: The End of Shadows 0002
Chapter One: The Open Mind
_________________________
B. The Historical Reality of Justification
The human mind, built as it is,
constructed formed from the materials
of the aligning elementals,
gives its genetic sense all sway
and must be brought into a centered position
by way of experiences, inner and outer.
The seeming reality of our daily set
combines the intertwined projections
of subconscious mind as it attempts
to so reveal the fallacy of selfish thought
reflections of self-conscious fears
illusion's morbid...
_________________________
B. The Historical Reality of Justification
The human mind, built as it is,
constructed formed from the materials
of the aligning elementals,
gives its genetic sense all sway
and must be brought into a centered position
by way of experiences, inner and outer.
The seeming reality of our daily set
combines the intertwined projections
of subconscious mind as it attempts
to so reveal the fallacy of selfish thought
reflections of self-conscious fears
illusion's morbid...
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Entrée
eyes closed
and in deep submission
to the pallet
of an inner joy,
she leans back
into her satisfaction's grip
as tongue and lips
do drift
into her wavy form
a bumble bee
in buttercup
dancing
to a minuette,
as meanwhile
handles made
of hip
and buttock
firmly lift and light
to transom take
her body
from this world
into the next.
runningturtle87
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mA3asT_G6vg
and in deep submission
to the pallet
of an inner joy,
she leans back
into her satisfaction's grip
as tongue and lips
do drift
into her wavy form
a bumble bee
in buttercup
dancing
to a minuette,
as meanwhile
handles made
of hip
and buttock
firmly lift and light
to transom take
her body
from this world
into the next.
runningturtle87
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mA3asT_G6vg
944 reads
2 Comments
Grand Opus: The End of Shadows 0001
Chapter One: The Open Mind
_________________________
Having found her,
I found the words.
Having conceived,
the lessons are needed.
_________________________
A. The Universe and All Constructions
I may not be here
to chase the stars
and so the thought occurs
to me that I should show
the rudiments of all creation
in the fashion of their truth
to best endure all things
in life as being a child
of this, the present news.
All things are an abstraction.
Nothing that is is...
_________________________
Having found her,
I found the words.
Having conceived,
the lessons are needed.
_________________________
A. The Universe and All Constructions
I may not be here
to chase the stars
and so the thought occurs
to me that I should show
the rudiments of all creation
in the fashion of their truth
to best endure all things
in life as being a child
of this, the present news.
All things are an abstraction.
Nothing that is is...
680 reads
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Lending a Hand
Not to go unnoticed as you
cut to the chase
see you got a button
like a hole in the ace
shot sure shooting
with that glee in your eye
let me lend a hand
'cause I'm a hell of a guy.
When it comes to handiwork
I finger the pie
like to see the sparkle
when the wave hits her eye
leave her with a spot of joy
and call a new flavor
breaking every rule and cue
they got to write a waiver.
Sliding on the slit and slip
tipping to the tippy tip
clutching to her nippy nips
biting hard her lippy lip
handy with the...
cut to the chase
see you got a button
like a hole in the ace
shot sure shooting
with that glee in your eye
let me lend a hand
'cause I'm a hell of a guy.
When it comes to handiwork
I finger the pie
like to see the sparkle
when the wave hits her eye
leave her with a spot of joy
and call a new flavor
breaking every rule and cue
they got to write a waiver.
Sliding on the slit and slip
tipping to the tippy tip
clutching to her nippy nips
biting hard her lippy lip
handy with the...
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Glorious Spectacular Nothingness
What do I know
but what you tell me?
How am I
supposed to know?
If this is what it is,
then say it.
If this is what it is,
then say that.
The words you use
to tell
what it is
that you mean
when you say
what you say
when I listen
and with my
inner constellation
hanging by a thread
on promise
of the very words
that cum out
of your mouth
and then they
do not mean
to speak the words
when I listen
in my basic core
is to crush the very nature ...
but what you tell me?
How am I
supposed to know?
If this is what it is,
then say it.
If this is what it is,
then say that.
The words you use
to tell
what it is
that you mean
when you say
what you say
when I listen
and with my
inner constellation
hanging by a thread
on promise
of the very words
that cum out
of your mouth
and then they
do not mean
to speak the words
when I listen
in my basic core
is to crush the very nature ...
878 reads
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Speaking of
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