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Thread started 08/21/05 6:56am

Nero

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Dedicate a poem, not lyrics to a song though, to another orger.

For my dearest Imago:

SWEETEST love, I do not go,
For weariness of thee,
Nor in hope the world can show
A fitter love for me ;
But since that I
At the last must part, 'tis best,
Thus to use myself in jest
By feigned deaths to die.

Yesternight the sun went hence,
And yet is here to-day ;
He hath no desire nor sense,
Nor half so short a way ;
Then fear not me,
But believe that I shall make
Speedier journeys, since I take
More wings and spurs than he.

O how feeble is man's power,
That if good fortune fall,
Cannot add another hour,
Nor a lost hour recall ;
But come bad chance,
And we join to it our strength,
And we teach it art and length,
Itself o'er us to advance.

When thou sigh'st, thou sigh'st not wind,
But sigh'st my soul away ;
When thou weep'st, unkindly kind,
My life's blood doth decay.
It cannot be
That thou lovest me as thou say'st,
If in thine my life thou waste,
That art the best of me.

Let not thy divining heart
Forethink me any ill ;
Destiny may take thy part,
And may thy fears fulfil.
But think that we
Are but turn'd aside to sleep.
They who one another keep
Alive, ne'er parted be.

^_^
Insatiable taught me everything I know about balls.

"I was born dancing! I came dancing out of my mom's vagina! Moonwalking and stuff..." - Number23 on the telphone.
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Reply #1 posted 08/21/05 7:47am

HamsterHuey

To an certain Orger

The story of man
Makes me sick
Inside, outside,
I don't know why
Something so conditional
And all talk
Should hurt me so.

I am hurt
I am scared
I want to live
I want to die
I don't know
Where to turn
In the Void
And when
To cut
Out

For no Church told me
No Guru holds me
No advice
Just stone
Of New York
And on the cafeteria
We hear
The saxophone
O dead Ruby
Died of Shot
In Thirty Two,
Sounding like old times
And de bombed
Empty decapitated
Murder by the clock.

And I see Shadows
Dancing into Doom
In love, holding
TIght the lovely asses
Of the little girls
In love with sex
Showing themselves
In white undergarments
At elevated windows
Hoping for the Worst.

I can't take it
Anymore
If I can't hold
My little behind
To me in my room

Then it's goodbye
Sangsara
For me
Besides
Girls aren't as good
As they look
And Samadhi
Is better
Than you think
When it starts in
Hitting your head
In with Buzz
Of glittergold
Heaven's Angels
Wailing

Saying

We've been waiting for you
Since Morning, Jack
Why were you so long
Dallying in the sooty room?
This transcendental Brilliance
Is the better part
(of Nothingness
I sing)

Okay.
Quit.
Mad.
Stop.

Kerouac Jack
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Reply #2 posted 08/21/05 7:59am

BreddieMercury

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To cheer Naked up:

The Rose family.

The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple's a rose,
And the pear is, and so's
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only know
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose--
But were always a rose.

Robert Frost.
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Reply #3 posted 08/21/05 8:01am

Imago777

To my dearest fleshofmyflesh, who has left us

Emily Dickenson - I'm nobody

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us--don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
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Reply #4 posted 08/21/05 10:37am

Mach

Sometimes he'll desperately clash his words together
to produce some certainty –
but there's no certainty in our world.
And vainly does he fling his fiery words
far, even beyond death,
to dangle some mute mystery,
to lighten the darkness that lies motionless
on this mass grave
and merely clings
to miserable bones,
spattered with verdigris from the lighter
they overlooked in the executed man's
trouser pocket.
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Reply #5 posted 08/21/05 10:46am

SammiJ

this is but a snippet of what i wrote:

Words always sound better
When they're drenched in your voice
wrapped in your tongue
and sealed by your lips...
desires live within me
2 drown in your romantic dialogue
and become lost within your lustful
moans...


he knows the rest of it giggle
[Edited 8/21/05 10:47am]
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Reply #6 posted 08/21/05 11:59am

Natisse

not for an orger...

sometimes the tears in the earth set me free
sometimes the harsh dirt clouds my eyes
sometimes the water rushes in and makes me cry

your face so far away... your voice so distant and vague
the last clothes I saw you wear they have become opaque

wish upon a star and it might come true they say...
others say be careful what you wish for... I don't give a shit I'll wish anyway
I wish I could see you one more time
I wish I could hug you one more time
I wish you were still here

cry
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Reply #7 posted 08/21/05 12:04pm

2the9s

For all Orgers. razz

BEAUTY IMPOSES
by John Shaw Neilson

Beauty imposes reverence in the Spring,
Grave as the urge within the honeybuds,
It wounds us as we sing.

Beauty is joy that stays not overlong.
Clad in the magic of sincerities,
It rides up in a song.

Beauty imposes chastenings on the heart,
Grave as the birds in last solemnities
Assembling to depart.
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Reply #8 posted 08/21/05 12:07pm

ImagoMind777

2the9s said:

For all Orgers. razz

BEAUTY IMPOSES
by John Shaw Neilson

Beauty imposes reverence in the Spring,
Grave as the urge within the honeybuds,
It wounds us as we sing.

Beauty is joy that stays not overlong.
Clad in the magic of sincerities,
It rides up in a song.

Beauty imposes chastenings on the heart,
Grave as the birds in last solemnities
Assembling to depart.


that's really stupid.
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Reply #9 posted 08/21/05 12:13pm

bluesbaby

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Natisse said:

not for an orger...

sometimes the tears in the earth set me free
sometimes the harsh dirt clouds my eyes
sometimes the water rushes in and makes me cry

your face so far away... your voice so distant and vague
the last clothes I saw you wear they have become opaque

wish upon a star and it might come true they say...
others say be careful what you wish for... I don't give a shit I'll wish anyway
I wish I could see you one more time
I wish I could hug you one more time
I wish you were still here

cry


hug
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Reply #10 posted 08/21/05 3:13pm

2the9s

ImagoMind777 said:

2the9s said:

For all Orgers. razz

BEAUTY IMPOSES
by John Shaw Neilson

Beauty imposes reverence in the Spring,
Grave as the urge within the honeybuds,
It wounds us as we sing.

Beauty is joy that stays not overlong.
Clad in the magic of sincerities,
It rides up in a song.

Beauty imposes chastenings on the heart,
Grave as the birds in last solemnities
Assembling to depart.


that's really stupid.


Dude, I really think you're drunk. That's some accomplshed shit.

nod
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Reply #11 posted 08/21/05 3:20pm

Ocean

Natisse said:

not for an orger...

sometimes the tears in the earth set me free
sometimes the harsh dirt clouds my eyes
sometimes the water rushes in and makes me cry

your face so far away... your voice so distant and vague
the last clothes I saw you wear they have become opaque

wish upon a star and it might come true they say...
others say be careful what you wish for... I don't give a shit I'll wish anyway
I wish I could see you one more time
I wish I could hug you one more time
I wish you were still here

cry
kiss2 rose
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Reply #12 posted 08/22/05 6:17am

HamsterHuey

God, if this had been a contest Kerouac SO would have won...
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Reply #13 posted 08/22/05 6:41am

Natisse

HamsterHuey said:

God, if this had been a contest Kerouac SO would have won...


booooo! tease
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Reply #14 posted 08/22/05 3:26pm

BobGeorge909

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SammiJ said:

this is but a snippet of what i wrote:

Words always sound better
When they're drenched in your voice
wrapped in your tongue
and sealed by your lips...
desires live within me
2 drown in your romantic dialogue
and become lost within your lustful
moans...


he knows the rest of it giggle
[Edited 8/21/05 10:47am]




Thank you Sammi...it's ummm...adorable???...lol...NOT

Thats GORGEOUS!
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Reply #15 posted 08/22/05 7:02pm

SammiJ

BobGeorge909 said:

SammiJ said:

this is but a snippet of what i wrote:

Words always sound better
When they're drenched in your voice
wrapped in your tongue
and sealed by your lips...
desires live within me
2 drown in your romantic dialogue
and become lost within your lustful
moans...


he knows the rest of it giggle
[Edited 8/21/05 10:47am]




Thank you Sammi...it's ummm...adorable???...lol...NOT

Thats GORGEOUS!

batting eyes kisses
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