Steam

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..it's been 7 full days since i quit smoking weed. It's been 7 years since the last time i stopped smoking, and i feel great. Dreams are returning, the bags under my eyes are virtually gone and i haven't stopped writing since Sunday. This is a political flow, written out of dissatisfaction with todays politics and politicians. 6 billion people going to hell in a handbasket, and what do we do? Too little...


Steam

Walking the streets, bodies covered in sheets, twisted reeds, no longer bending, another life ending, endless wars, souls covered in scars, seeking solace in bars, smoking braincells into oblivion, get your mask on, don't look back just run, television's a stungun, the government has done none..

What do wé do now, for money we bow, our car the holy cow, the farmer can't plow, parents don't show how, elongated stressrelated, the mind becomes striated, solid being is hated, death is freighted, foreign countries blamed, modern philosophy stained, mourners feigned being ashamed, government's actions belated..

Someone once had a dream. No more, just steam

This is not in style, gotta make sure it's worth your while, you can find the liberal in the isle, socialism forgot to smile, heads up, here comes the bile, there are no sides, just slides, make sure you got warm nights, uncle sam's got you in his sights, don't rock the boat, choose Him not the goat, government's religious moat..

Sick and tired, rich and wired, jaded, fried, a killer is hired, just make sure we're poor, destitute and compliant, there's nothing to it, just spit on a big pile of shit, no longer the catcher's mitt, devious, that's US, the new commercial's fabulous, million dollar cribs, get me some ribs, fast food, the government's hood..

Someone once had a dream. No more, just steam

Reality sucks, no integrity just the bucks, cynical politician mocks, get's dividend off stocks, steal a retirement fund, take pictures england!, divert money for the war effort, hurricanes blow, entire cities on deathrow, guess what, elsewhere it's also like that, wanna stay a rat?, stifle, fear the rifle, governments think you're trifle..

Stand up, get up!, smell the coffee bub, complacency is the rub, keep your mouth shut, hell is your mother in a rut, just take a pill, don't pay that bill, from here on it's downhill, don't accept, be a reject, the vinear is cracked, the odds are stacked, the game hacked, sucker's born every day, hell yeah, governments like it that way..

Someone once had a dream. No more, just steam

Get your offer in, get out of the coffin, think, but don't think you'll win, paradise is already lost, get defrost, no trees in the forest, relax, gain back zest, what you can do, so can the rest, lead, don't plead, don't heed the creed, plant a seed, grow a backbone, get back home, we all are alone, governments aren't cut from stone..

Choose peace, it's not out of reach, if necessary, use bleach, it's optional but teach, end the siege, lead by example, perhaps you'll stumble, don't fear the fall, stand tall, tear down that wall, plenty wil hear the call, what will you do?, run from it all?, tell me how that's done, then the government will have won..

Someone once had a dream. No more, just steam

[venom mama]

can i get an amen?
rock on.



it is something how the dreams come back to you.

[MidnightSun]

Pretty good rime :D

[sonrisa]

u go Dots! :thumbsup:

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..thank you for your responses people, their fully appreciated. I know this is not quite the appropiate forum to post but i have to put this out there. Thanks for understanding [Thomas]. Here's another one:



Catching the bus

Today i was running to catch a bus, needed to go to the airport to pick someone up that got lost, altough i got to the terminal in time, the bus already left and hid in a subliminal rhyme of the criminal mind. I was asked to swallow my pride, to let it slide, so i showed them a bullit to bite, don't have time for this shite, i needed to catch a bus to go to the airport to pick someone up that got lost.

One has to get his priorities straight, and today i don't have time to be late, so i took the train instead to get to the airport to pick up my mate. Low and behold, through a fold in time and space i disappeared without a trace, it left a bewildered look on an onlooker's face and i got to the airport in time to find my mate perfectly fine, drinking a beer, singing a line from a song that was so wrong when it came out, i would've been too proud to sing it out loud.

We talked for awhile, then walked a mile to catch another train back home only to find i was left alone, my friend got stoned, the weed that stopped my heart bleed got him postponed. It pissed me off considerably, but without further a due i left him to be. It did, however, give me a clue as to what friendship really is. I'll give you a little quiz; does it mean you run like mad to pick someone up and fill his cup?

Well, i think it does, and it's not because the dude got lost on his way home, but because it's good to know that where-ever we may roam, there's somebody to show how to get to the superdome. Shouldn't that be the snake in the grass, the flakey kiss-ass who runs to mama, crying about the drama of his sorry life, without a wife, no kids, just beer in the fridge? I'm getting sidetracked here, bare with me or shoot a deer, i don't care, these kinds of dreams are pretty rare.

If anything truthful can be said about this existence, it's probably only worth a couple of cents. How lonely can you get that you need to wave your dick around in the gents? Must feel like a freediver getting the bends, don't know where this ends but let's just say i love my friends. Yep, that's a down to earth truth right there, or at least it's my own, seeing how many people want to share theirs by getting blown to pieces. I'll just hug my nieces who weren't in a position to choose their family, you see, if anything, choose your offspring.

I find myself running again, this time it's not about rescuing a friend, not about a deeper meaning to living or the value of giving. I just run because it's fun, and without touching the ground, faster and faster, i leave behind this compound of disaster and take-off like a 50's bake-off in the Arizona desert, where only laughter is heard, as i brush the dirt and turn down the collar on my shirt, don't care if my neck gets sunburned, i literally have no care in the world...

[venom mama]

give me more






i do have to wonder though when you write about you're friends sorry life with his no wife, no kids, just beer in the fridge


uh oh, i must be sorry too

no husband, no kids and yes just beer in the fridge
although i think i might have some chips and salsa left :smoke:

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..don't worry venomgirl, i don't have a wife or kids either :lol: Writing these kinds of flows is rather new to me, and it takes a day to complete, if any more get written, i'll post 'm here, mmmkay?

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..now, for something completely different:


Stained glass


The light of the morning sun fell through stained glass windows, casting coloured shadows on the granite tomb lids, as i progressed in awe catching infinite musings with delicately laced wings. Amidst a procession of hardwood angels lay a barren confession ready to protrude from an hardened mindset, as a vulture honing in on forgotten carrion, with darkened eyes fixed on my soul, caught in the lingering smoke of a dying cigarette.

Unaware of his glaring stare i reclined on the Piëta, caressing the welldefined expression of hardship and sorrow from which i used to borrow hope and solace, in an feeble attempt to cope with the recession that hit my heart, nearly breaking it, ready to discard the last remnants of that once great palace i knew to call home.

A chill came about me. I was astounded to see a green flame flickering in the resounding emptiness that stretched out before this pedestal, my once thought green pastures in shame, where i had to cling to the mess just to bare it all. Weakness is not my greatest strenght, i always went to great lengths never to respond to the call that envoked a bond between the unseen and that unsettling gleam caught in life and dream.

Sitting upright, torn between flee or fight, i was too scared to end my sight and relinquish all thoughts and my wish of a life extraordinary. A sound, once a silent muttering i found to be mine, whithered and shattered into fragments as if it mattered i drank from the wine that bled from the hands of time. I had to act now, but didn't know how to react to this impending confrontation with neverending lamentation.

Suddenly, the choice was made for me. Covered with fire, brightgreen flames that pointed at me, the liar, a figure approached swaying in the breeze hanging from ropes attached to his neck. I heard him saying truthfulness with such ease i fell to my knees, and didn't care about the sure to happen trainwreck as he came closer and closer, engulfing me, burning away the bitter poser i used to be.

Later on that same day, i stayed and watched how they took my body away. Guess it will always remain a mystery what happened to me, but it's not a lie when i say i'm at peace now. It does not matter if i can't show you what this release brought, it should be enough to know that i found what i sought. Before i go, remember one thing though, don't fear the fire, you will get it on the funeralpire.

[venom mama]

no

i don't like this one


it is worth reading




but they gave up to easily



i really didn't like this one.

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..what do you mean, gave up too easily? Aside from a bumpy sentence and using 'once' too often, i'm quite happy with this one. Can yo explain what you don't like about it?

[sahyo]

a bumpy sentence and using 'once' too often,

analyzing?

Can yo explain what you don't like about it?

does matter what people maybe think?


:)

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analyzing?

..no, just stating how i feel about it...

does matter what people maybe think?

..no, does not matter, just would like to know...

:)

[sahyo]

:)

ok

[venom mama]

just the whole being ashamed theme so they had to die to find their happiness.

the other writings had soul, this one seemed like you just threw it together with no real feeling.

[MidnightSun]

i dont know, it was too long to read -_-

[sahyo]

venom

would quote which seemed was-wasn't soul?

:)

[venom mama]

i wish our poet would come back........

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just the whole being ashamed theme so they had to die to find their happiness.

the other writings had soul, this one seemed like you just threw it together with no real feeling.

- ..all these poems are metaphorical, and looking back trying to analyse [which i don't readily do :lol: ], this poem is about catharsis, and the willingness, inspite of fear, to go beyond ones own bounderies. Just a minute ago, fu* posted something in the gaybashing thread based on what a corpse said some time ago. That corpse has already been taken away and burned, but if you can't see beyond corpses, that is all you will see...

- ..now, the writingprocess was not different from the others. The first sentence comes and from that every other sentence, but i always try to write from somewhere new. I don't like it when writing becomes a trick, you know? Perhaps you picked up on that difference, i don't know :)

[venom mama]

yes

[venom mama]

write another and we'll see

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..the flow cometh and it goeth, and now it has goneth. If in time another one is written, i'll post it :)

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..now, i've tried to write inspite of the absence of the flow, just to see if it can be summoned. Whether i've been succesful is up to you, but it doesn't matter anyway. What's done is done, and this is:


Presence


Out of the presence of love pours the essence of mankind, if only we could look behind and grow above these locked doors, perhaps then we may realise the truth of what we fail to find.

I've come to understand that to carry a rock up the mountain is the noblest thing in existence. It does not matter whether it sounds bland, you can rest on any bend in the road if your body grows tense, and drink from the fountain that springs from the song written in bloodred ink.

Why would you believe that what you are, is what you'll be? A falling star is just a speck of dust wanting to relieve a troubled mind, inclined to forgo the obvious glee that's carried wholeheartedly. The darkness of the skies fills the void in your eyes, and a mistress of sorrow will never betray the easy chair from which we borrow the solitude and the ring that says: **** this dude, let's go bowling.

Carry on, carry over, stumble along in the shadowboxer's clover, but bow down and be humble for it is the clown you fear when you hear her song as you come closer. I said before that a part of the lore is in the spirit of our ancestors, and if you ask for it, when you go back to the source of the heart, all else fails to be of importance. The reckoning is in the dance girl, and if you allow it to, with force the lance of truth will shatter a dragon of dreams. Be a pearl in the through for pigs to find, and if you want i'll be a twotoed sloth with nothing to hide and without means, but whatever you do, stay true.

[sonrisa]

awesome Dots! :thumbsup:

[venom mama]

yes

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..thank you, but it is a bit weird. Writing this last night, i didn't feel it could be compared to those earlier poems, but if i read it back now, i'm quite pleased :) Must say though, writing without being in the flow feels more like work than anything else, however, i won't complain :lol:

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..motivational, inspirational, congregational, but basically saying the same thing in different words over and over again, but always as a:

Delightful deluge


Everything is moving towards something it has always been, a conundrum of unimaginable esteem flowing and fleeting, meeting in a place unseen. Let grace mean what it is telling you, not what thought is selling you, for what we know is not how to grow but what the fool wishes to bestow on the bristles of an eternally green meadow.

A melody rings through blue skies, and waters ripple as rocks lie forgotten on the bottom of a spotless mind. There ain't no true disguises, only nasty surprises waiting for you at the end of the day when you finally surmise that echoing cry is beckoning for you to be wise. Can i get a witness? When were you never scared shitless?

Don't ever stop when you feel you had enough. Anything can be as good as this endeavor, even it things get rough, just row that boat down the river. Life is a foofighter, a kerosine fueled cigarette lighter, handle with care but it will never fail to make your reality brighter.

Now, perhaps there comes a time to say goodbye. That's allright, that's okay. At nightfall you simply follow the call of the spanish fly that takes you away, far away from Kansas, and much to your enemies dismay. Remember though, to take the bus that leaves for the cooky dough factory. It's elementary, my dear Watson. Just keep your hat on.

Is there any more i like to leave you with? Well, perhaps to break through the myth you created for yourself. Put it on the shelf, next to the emeciated remains of the elf who got you through your childhood, who got you en route tout suite enabling you to meet the one who always understood the importance of being earnest; the silence in which we all rest.

[sonrisa]

:thumbsup:

[venom mama]

the first paragraph is my favorite part