'TIS the year's midnight, and it is the day's,
Lucy's, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks ;
The sun is spent, and now his flasks
Send forth light squibs, no constant rays ;
The world's whole sap is sunk ;
The general balm th' hydroptic earth hath drunk,
Whither, as to the bed's-feet, life is shrunk,
Dead and interr'd ; yet all these seem to laugh,
Compared with me, who am their epitaph.

Study me then, you who shall lovers be
At the next world, that is, at the next spring ;
For I am every dead thing,
In whom Love wrought new alchemy.
For his art did express
A quintessence even from nothingness,
From dull privations, and lean emptiness ;
He ruin'd me, and I am re-begot
Of absence, darkness, death—things which are not.

All others, from all things, draw all that's good,
Life, soul, form, spirit, whence they being have ;
I, by Love's limbec, am the grave
Of all, that's nothing. Oft a flood
Have we two wept, and so
Drown'd the whole world, us two ; oft did we grow,
To be two chaoses, when we did show
Care to aught else ; and often absences
Withdrew our souls, and made us carcasses.

But I am by her death—which word wrongs her—
Of the first nothing the elixir grown ;
Were I a man, that I were one
I needs must know ; I should prefer,
If I were any beast,
Some ends, some means ; yea plants, yea stones detest,
And love ; all, all some properties invest.
If I an ordinary nothing were,
As shadow, a light, and body must be here.

But I am none ; nor will my sun renew.
You lovers, for whose sake the lesser sun
At this time to the Goat is run
To fetch new lust, and give it you,
Enjoy your summer all,
Since she enjoys her long night's festival.
Let me prepare towards her, and let me call
This hour her vigil, and her eve, since this
Both the year's and the day's deep midnight is.

So much depends on the red imago, glazed with rainwater, beside the white chickens.

Imago said:

You ass!

I've reported this thread to be moved the the artist forum.

Imago said:

It would be poetic justice to ban this motherfucker!

Any poem or do we have to write one?

I'm a bad motherfucker
Fuck a mother, sucker!

"Hold on, hold on! I poeticicity!
Poeticicity Eye, the good Samaritan Guy
Your guide to colloquial pied times
Infinity and beyond
Vicinities lie on ponds of frogs and turtles
I wear my girdle
Around my neck like a laced cig
Pound, dissect pikes a paced sig
Fuck a fig, figure four
Eight heads better than more
I bring the chedda' in, son!
But, I ain't done.
Acme or acne?
2000 pounds or 2000 milligrams.
You pick it, ma'am.
From your diaphragm, I could see the misconstreusel
Fuzzled or buzzed?
Don't fuck up and catch a muzzle, cuz!"

But, really, what I am trying to say is.....figgadeal me!
[Edited 12/13/07 18:33pm]

Imago said:

I really don't give a shit. I've lost interest.

wrote this when i was about 17?
it's getting late as i
travel thru dark tunnels and
lights flicker in
the car while
homeless drunks mumble and doze
i sigh...
and think back 2 2nite
the way our bodies entwined
my skin melted in2
yours - choclate sweet
i shiver @
the thought of how u
kissed - touched - teased me
put me @ ease 4 the rest
of the night (shhh...peace)
i know this route
all 2 well
but u...
took me 2 a place
no train, plane, automobile
could ever go
u were my one-way ticket
2ecstasy - so 2 speak
our journey finished now
4 good, so sad
as i jump 2 my feet
she a tear as wheels screech
and step off
The Night Train...

2the9s said:

Damn! Just when I thought it was going to get some attention! I'm sorry about your thread, man! The Artist Forum ain't as lively as GD, but I guess the person who moved couldn't have cared less, either way. No disrespect to that person, but some taking of the OP into consideration would have been nice.....

I was on the train today and I saw this lady.
She was really ugly and so was her baby.
I thought about that thread and I laughed out loud.
Everybody on the car looked at me like 'wow'
I didnt even care cuz that shit was mad funny.
Bees wouldnt touch that baby if he was covered in honey.

the shades of blue
u cast upon the souls of the world are many
we are kin by nature
4 i canvas these blues 2
whether dark or light; value is great

my tears roll
like the tides u control
i cry 2 u because u know the sorrow that was
that is and that is 2 be
my emotional zodiac

breathe in2 me
what the cool night are breathes in2 u
such passionate pain
brush strokes & pen blots do no justice
2 this beautiful mess...

FarrahMoan said:

I really loved yours.

DanceWme said:

Conversation Between Two Poets c. 1400s
Dafydd Llwyd and Gwerful Mechain

Tell me, sweet maiden of the slender brows,
with gracious looks;
is there room for a stranger,
and a deep sheath, to take this?

Your sturdy cock growing strong,
like the tongue of Padarn's bell;
cunt's confronter, thick hilt,
thicker than a battle axe's shaft.

Take this furry well, 'til tiredness comes, Dafydd,
to calm your prick;
take this cradle for you plums,
take it up to the arse.

Summer's true love, squire
unseen remains distrusted.
I'll follow you if free,
brave lad with a long cock.

best, nine times better than money, blessed,
is entering a fresh tart;
best of all thrusting rapidly
and the strike, before eruption.

2the9s said:

Aww, thanks a lot! It sucked, in my opinion. I was kind of being careless. I'm kind of in a bad writer's bloc. So, whatever comes out, comes out. Most of the time, it may end up messy. But, I'm going to read yours.

Sleep tight, sweet Luke,
May the warmth of my prayers be your blanket,
My sincerity, your protection,

Play on, sweet Luke,
the song I wrote you the other weekend,
with only a fool's prayer and my erection,

The org, our bridge,
that narrows the vast emptiness between us,
serves only a smidgen of my intentions,
long as I do,

For your lips around my penis,
your lips around my penis,
your lips around my penis.


Thank you.

DanceWme said:

I can't stop laughing

Imago said:

I will do you good

Muse and Carrie,
whose legs are hairy,
if they don't shave,

Never bore me,
For they adore me,
My balls are objects of which they rave,

Mediate on this,
eternal bliss,
Like rapture fallen on a monk,

With our deepening friendship,
close to kindship,
For fucks sake, it's ok to call me donk.

rushing07 said:

You know, in a weird sense, I think 2the9s is trying to evoke the spirit of Karmatornado's free style rap threads.






you know edit
[Edited 12/13/07 18:48pm]

Imago said:

Karmatornado will forever stay in my mind as the guy who introduced me to the concept of a red dragon.

PS Read the poem I've posted, dammit.
It's an actual Welsh poem from the Middle Ages

rushing07 said:

damn

Open up the mailbox and what do I have.
A letter from the Donk and im feeling kinda glad.
Go inside, sit and start to read.
I laugh so hard that I think I start to bleed.
The picture is so nice, nothing about it is lame.
Tomorrow im going out to buy a nice frame.
Whenever im feeling sad, depressed or yucky
I'll just look at ur pic and think "he's cute. Nice puppy"
[Edited 12/13/07 19:05pm]

DanceWme said:

Tell me again, how hard did you laugh?

Imago said:

Imago said:

I almost had a heart attack. And then when she said that dumb shit i was like

DanceWme said:

I was honestly hoping for that affect as I was laughing my arse off just trying to put the picture in the envelope.

It was almost impossible to sign

Imago said:

that shit is going on the shelf with the other christmas cards.
u should've sent me a wallet size

DanceWme said:

There's always Valentines day!