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Post by anirbas on Nov 5, 2006 17:18:11 GMT -6
i.
desire is an odd state of being...
here today, gone tomorrow...
for desire is fluidic...
fluctuating in density and intensity...
from one given moment to the next...
one desires many things...
and the in the following second...
desires several others, as well...
desire is an odd state of being...
here today, gone tomorrow...
ii.
most desires are not even
of a sexual nature...
they are deeper, more obscure
than that, by far...
desire for power, to manipulate all to the dark
dominion of one's personal whims and will
compulsive sociopsychopathic impulses
that desire victims perfect attention and fealty...
sad, those whom desire this kind of power,
are never themselves satiated...
for after they receive all that they did desire...
in the next quick second, they desire something more...
iii.
there are those in this world
that will strangle you
with their demands
and desires...
and that will strangle you
even if you don't
give in to
their
demands
and desires...
loved ones and strangers,
sharing one commonality...
toxic they are to everyone...
most of all, to themselves...
best, to left dangle alone...
at the end of a rope
they fashioned themselves...
Sabrina.
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Post by anirbas on Nov 5, 2006 17:26:32 GMT -6
note: I started the beginnings of this piece, earlier today... then got interuppted by nirland activities...came back looking for it to finish my original thoughts...and couldn't figure out why I couldn't find it...that's what happens when one is attempting to multi-task...write and do chores and tasks at the same time... it's a nifty feat that often leads to mistakes on my part...LOL... juggling poeming and running back and forth to the laundry room, sorting clothes, folding clothes and emptying and filling the dishwasher at the same time, is dangerous business...ggglgggl... now, I'm attempting poeming and the frying of chicken... either I'm nuts or way to risky...  |
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Post by soulfir3 on Nov 5, 2006 17:38:21 GMT -6
So, if we end up reading about poultry.. is this what we can call writing infusion ?  "there are those in this world that will strangle you with their demands and desires... and that will strangle you even if you don't give in to their demands and desires..." ** anirbas extract** can relate on many levels with this piece. thank you for sharing x Soul |
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Post by anirbas on Nov 5, 2006 18:42:47 GMT -6
so, if we end up reading about poultry...is this what we can call writing infusion?
gigglegigglecacklesnicker...hehe...you so funny...yes, fowl writing infusion...hahaha...
still frying chicken...last batch...there is a god...hate frying chicken...but, i do it so good...LOL...
i wish i couldn't relate to this piece at all...dark clotted chuckle...hey, anirbas extract...
that's funny, too...thank you of making me crack up in a good way, this minute, in this now...
*sound of tennis shoes hitting the floor as poet leaves the cyber premises and is overheard
running towards the kitchen in nirland...hehehehehehehehehe...*
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Post by anirbas on Nov 5, 2006 19:59:27 GMT -6
i.
Bloody Shakespearean circumstances...
Greek tragedy couldn't best this...
Antagonists, protagonists,
plots, sub-plots, subterfuge
and all that rots,
here in abound...
Highly satirical moments...
Unctiously rank and rife
with rich irony...
This situational reality show,
I find myself trapped and living in...
ii.
Odd, or not...This act of the play
to find my character, even further
at odds with yours...
I, whom was once upon a time,
your foresworn bodyguard...
Am now your foresworn enemy...
Now, the symbolic sword and shield
raised betwixt and between,
you and them...The others,
you desire to make
your victims...
No longer human to your character...
In this scene, I've become the perimeter...
It is your role to break down, break through...
Simply for being in the way of your insane desires...
For being in the way of the force of your will...
Not enchanted, traduced, entrapped...
Not charmed and disarmed
by your theatrical manipulations...
Though no less frightened by them...
I have become the enemy of the character
you've chosen and paid under the table
for the privilege of playing...
iii.
I have kept my word...
Kept to myself...
I will not step over
this line you've
drawn, jaggedly,
raggedly
in the
sand...
But, being the character,
I am in this freakshow...
I will not budge,
nor back down,
unless you do succeed
in breaking
the sword
that is me...
Smashing
the shield
that is me
to shatters...
iv.
I havn't any choice...
But to protect the innocents
and the idiots, from your diabolical
choices...It was scripted that way...
By you, I might add...Not me...
Not only an actor in this production
of family gothic, you're it's director
and writer as well...
I didn't create this
quasigrecianshakespearean
six feet under bullshit!
It wasn't my vision
to see you, them
and me this way...
This is your dream...
And my nightmare...
v.
Odd...Or not...
How some desires...
Leave the most horrendous
emotional, mental and physical
carnage and wreckage in the wake
of the obtaining of them...Some desires...
Odd...I seem to be the only one fully aware
of the danger you pose to all you come in contact with...
How ironically odd...Once upon a time, harrassed,
stalked and threatened by the father...
And now, the son...My own...
vi.
Bloody Shakespearean circumstances...
Greek tragedy couldn't best this...
Antagonists, protagonists,
plots, sub-plots, subterfuge
and all that rots,
here in abound...
Highly satirical moments...
Unctiously rank and rife
with rich irony...
This situational reality show,
I find myself trapped and living in...
Along with the innocents and the idiots, as well...
Thanks to the obsessively possessed
dark desires, of another...
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Post by soulfir3 on Nov 5, 2006 20:59:09 GMT -6
desire
wraps itself
languidly around this tired soul
it's creeping fingers
fidgeting,
finding weakness of where
one starts and the other ends
but the taste is bitter,
the tears fall
but desire speaks louder
screaming deafens ears
denial is not heard
.. raped ..
desire
screams louder still
wrapping tighter
more heatedly around self
bruising amongst vein and heart
until eyes no longer see
more than the trace of muscle
under veil of skin
.. numbed..
desire
wraps itself
around soul, infusing
interweaving too the other
bitter taste of victory
is all that is left,
upon the tongue |
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Post by DavidMc on Nov 6, 2006 2:06:17 GMT -6
Finger-lickin-chicken-awesome writing!!
David
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Post by dawness on Nov 6, 2006 2:39:10 GMT -6
utterly graphic in an aesthetic way, sabs!
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trapped in the web of nothing
say something so my nerves can wake up
from this lobotomized trance,
i am someone
not anyone,
i don't need your validation
i had it written, spelled and signed
even before i was in my mother's womb
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Post by soulfir3 on Nov 6, 2006 3:01:04 GMT -6
a finely strung web of lies
desire envokes
a rapid fire
it burns deeply
and deeper still
inside the
heart....
soul...
vein..
words spoken with such intensity
each wrapping enticingly
against skin
desire burns fiercly
scorching nerves
words whispered
in soft,
hollow
echoes
desire ripples
over skin
a word
drips
solemnly
lies wrapped in fine woven webs |
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Post by anirbas on Nov 7, 2006 6:32:04 GMT -6
thththththththanks folks for gracing this thread with your offerings! LOVE IT, when peeps do that! i desire more...got more? ggglgggl...great daying poetical crew...Sabrina
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Post by anirbas on Nov 19, 2006 0:41:39 GMT -6
blood drips and dribbles...
in ichorous splatters, runs and runnels...
trickling, rushing, rivering away
from unseen wounds...
each time you open your lips...
you haunt and taunt...
harass, stalk and threaten...
tell me, is that working for you, yet?
game player, grifter, wanna be roller...
somebody needs to bodyslam you into a stroller...
and roll you down the hill into rush hour traffic...
but, that's right, you already did that to yourself...
i ain't got time to have the time of day for the walking dead...
been escaping and running from zombies all my life...
you ain't nothin' new or special...you ain't nothin'
i can't handle...but, i'm the voodoo momma
bout to put you back in da cradle...
gonna slap you upside da head, wid dis ladle...
make you remember who you was
before you died inside,
the first victim
of your own
perfidious
desires...
blood drips and dribbles...
in ichorous splatters, runs and runnels...
trickling, rushing, rivering away
from unseen wounds...
each time you open your lips...
~*~
"...next time you have a thought, let it go..."
~Ron White, comedian.
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Post by soulfir3 on Nov 19, 2006 0:46:45 GMT -6
I have several people I'd love to smack up-side the head.. unfortunately I doubt it would make any difference at all - except perhaps break my ladle .. lol Awesome work Sabs  Got more ? |
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Post by dawness on Nov 20, 2006 1:32:00 GMT -6
first...how do you feel?
then, what do you need?
after which, what will you do?
( silence)
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Post by pegesus on Nov 21, 2006 23:21:46 GMT -6
now tthats what i call a well rounded poet, keep it up
peg
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Post by anirbas on Nov 22, 2006 23:16:12 GMT -6
Thanks a million, tres amigas!
And thanks for sharing a poetical gem of an offering, DG...
I was really thinking after each question...
trapped, escape and survive,
are my answers, respectively...ggglgggl...
~*~
odd, or not...
how the thwarted desires,
obsessions of one being,
become the impetus
to haunt another individual
or a group of beings...
i do not understand
the narcissistic need,
the selfish desire
to possess emotionally,
mentally, or physically
one whom does not wish
to be possessed, in either
way, shape or fashion...
odd things over
which I am
forced to brood...
going into Thanksgiving
in a black mood...
thankful, no one
claiming to love me,
has managed to kill me...
that's a blessing...
~*~
dame pulling up lame, pay me no attention...
obviously my thoughts are clouded and darkened, this evening...
constipated, obfuscated with the confusional melee of my individual reality...*t-he*...Nir.
i'm mainlining my darkness alter ego, or some such rot...LOL...
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