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Post by anirbas on Dec 14, 2007 20:33:44 GMT -6
~Of Dust and Nightmares...
To me...
I wonder, at times...
In fact, am bewondered by the fact...
Flesh still clings resolutely to these bones...
I've been dessicated inside for so long...
A bride of dust and nightmares...
Spiders crawling through my hair...
Dark, warty toads jumping
through my thoughts,
hopping from my mouth...
Spirit shattered and wafting from north to south...
East and west, hefted and hewn into so much chaff,
flung haphazardly into the face of the wind...
Before the barrage of all that never was...
All that never will be...
And all,
that totally is...
To me...
7/2006
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Post by anirbas on Dec 14, 2007 20:34:28 GMT -6
~The Attributes of Darkness; Or Not...
Darkness never rises...
It's been said, time and again...
And to that, I might add...
Except for when darkness, does...
Darkness rises in swollen rivers of liquidic nascence,
to slither dangerously about and around
the fragile underpinnings
of more than one glass house,
inside one's own head...
And even when darkness recedes...
It's fingerprints are left in water marks,
smears and trails, up and down, the glassinic
walls and ceilings of the openly blown
hallways of one's convoluted cranium...
Darkness never rises...
It's been said, time and again...
And to that, I might add...
Except for when darkness, does...
7/2006
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Post by anirbas on Dec 14, 2007 20:35:03 GMT -6
~Beast Sight.
I know the darkness
like the back of my hand...
Can trip through it like the nocturnal beast,
I am and will most likely, always, be...
Darkness is sweet, to the point of being timorous...
It's the light, I can't quite follow...
Hard to see it is, in my estimation,
when blinded by the clamorous
cacophonous dissonance
of brightness...
7/2006
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Post by anirbas on Dec 14, 2007 20:35:34 GMT -6
~Eventide
I find solace in the tide of evening...
Even when dark thoughts swirl and twirl
about my pate like Medusa's reptilian wig.
It's quiet at night in the dark forest...
Unless you, yourself, step on a twig...
And wake the slumberous beast within it's cave...
For it to rise in all it's masculinic monstrosity...
And eat the glimmering stars from the night,
like it does the sunshine, from the daytime...
I find solace in the tide of evening...
Even when dark thoughts swirl and twirl
about my pate like Medusa's reptilian wig.
It's quiet at night in the dark forest...
Unless you, yourself, step on a twig...
7/2006
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Post by anirbas on Dec 14, 2007 20:37:11 GMT -6
~Nerves
Nerves, frayed twists of yarn,
snarled and tangled by a merciless kitten.
Nerves, flayed, peeled and thrown to the floor,
as vinyl casings emptied of their copper and steel.
Nerves, flopping and floundering on the ground,
as breathless as glittering fish,
captured betwixt and between,
the gossamer folds of a saining net;
thrown upon a riverbank,
to glimmer and fade,
in abject suffocation...
Nerves...We've all got them...
Except for when we don't...
7/2006
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Post by anirbas on Dec 14, 2007 20:38:18 GMT -6
~Felt Rarely...
Love is a jaded word...
Bandied about freely,
but truly, felt rarely...
Desire is a selective
state of being, at best...
Claimed desperately one second...
Denied roundly the next...
I have desired and been desired...
I have loved and been loved...
I have been in love...
I am in love...
And yet,
that doesn't
change a thing...
Least of all, reality...
And reality is...
Love is a jaded word...
Bandied about freely,
but truly, felt rarely...
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Post by anirbas on Dec 14, 2007 20:39:35 GMT -6
~Cloaking Device
Cloaked in aurical and orbital darkness,
communication capacities dropped to nil...
Each move I make monitored to some degree,
or another...Finally, I see my path...
I must protect myself and mine,
at all cost...I must go under...
Fly below the radar, in this moment,
this now, of my individual story...
As I sweep madly at loose broom straws,
that simply float upwards,
to lodge in the unruliness
of hair, surrounding my pate...
I must reach inward,
reach into the darkness,
in order to reach outward,
to the lightness...
I see my path...And hope it's not to late...
In order for there to be a future...
God willing or otherwise...
I must first protect the past' moments,
this minute, and the next one, after that...
7/2006
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Post by anirbas on Dec 14, 2007 20:43:07 GMT -6
~Hot Potato
Taken to the pinnacle of lightness, again and again.
Only to find find myself, selectively dropped,
once more, again and again...
Dropped like the proverbial hot potato...
From the dizzying heights of love,
to land with a splat, just like that...
Time after time, after time...
I can't be the hot potato, anymore...
7/2006
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Post by anirbas on Dec 14, 2007 20:45:37 GMT -6
Darkness?
I am not the darkness, you see.
For you see, I am nobody.
Absolutely, happily, nobody.
And dratted proud of it, too!
Of import, I am not anybody,
to anyone, on this planet.
But, evidently, I am somebody.
In the eyes of God,
and the universe,
at large
and small...
Yours, theirs, or my deity.
Whatever name, you choose
to address him/her/it
by, today; in reverent
prayer or meditation.
As I've found,
each time I've fallen;
or faced death, more than
a few times; accidently,
or otherwise, in my pathetic lifetime-
I've been dragged back, to this!
This hellacious dimension,
time after time after time;
whether I am kicking and screaming,
or not, I might add...
I do not know,
what God sees
in insignificant me.
(Yours, theirs, or mine)
Nor, do I pretend to.
I do not wait for God,
to ask me, an infintesimal nobody;
if I'm ready to go somewhere...
I know in my old soul,
when He/She/It is ready for me;
I will be taken, whether
I am ready, or not.
No questions asked,
I might add;
and did.
This omnipotent being,
we all worship,
no matter the name
we call upon it, with-
could care less,
what I want.
Having far better
things to do with
His/Her/It's time;
than to ponder,
what's on my
feeble mind...
So, alone and along,
just another nobody;
I keep plodding
the proverbial path;
dancing, dancing, dancing,
fast as I can;
humming a song;
smiling and giggling,
until the very end.
Knowing someday,
there will be an exit door
provided, finally, for me...
For I believe,
those are God's
(Yours, theirs or mine)
greatest gifts to me-
The blessing of life, breathing;
given through an unseen exhalation
of hallowed divinity...
The very same one,
that will bring my peaceful,
and timely death,
with a heavenly inhalation;
sucking the life,
from this vessel,
this worthless shell.
Freeing me, finally;
from whatever my God given mission was,
on this sanctimoniously riddled planet-
as my spirit levitates,
out of this miserable
dimension of darkness;
backlit by the flames
of hell and hypocrisy.
3/2005
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Post by anirbas on Dec 14, 2007 20:46:40 GMT -6
~Just Like You...
if I screamed
out loud,
or in my head;
would you,
of all people,
hear me?
or would I
already be
good as dead;
if I relied
on you to help
or render aide?
what you see
here of me,
is what you get...
I'm sorry,
I do not hear
voices directing me.
I would certainly
welcome any
seriously
helpful opinion.
I don't have black outs,
where I speak in tongues;
dance flirtatiously,
with snakes wrapped
sinuously about
my arms, as charms.
I don't experience things,
I can't remember, in trancing.
Oh, no! I couldn't get that lucky!
what you see here of me,
is what you get, all the time.
I am multifaceted. multidimensional.
No less or more, than you.
A fellow earthling,
a female human;
filled with awe and wonder;
just like you.
Just like you.
Just like you...
3/2005
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Post by anirbas on Dec 14, 2007 20:53:59 GMT -6
~No Less Than Now...
Ah, beauteous angel of lightness,
glorious even when at your darkest-
right you were, beloved child of God,
to burn your straightjacket.
This institutionalized life,
to escape and ever spurn...
To adjourn to higher realms...
Taking flight into the peace
to be found, endlessly
circling cloud puffed
and dotted blue skies.
Even in the absence of the angels,
nuggets of wisdom, may still be found...
Left like breadcrumbs upon a Grimmslian
crafted and inspired footpath...
Ah, beauteous angel of lightness,
glorious even when at your darkest-
always, you were the wisest...
No less than now...
6/2006
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Post by anirbas on Dec 14, 2007 20:58:14 GMT -6
~Everything and Nothing
Always, I have wanted to travel;
to follow a road,
without the least idea,
where it would lead or go.
In this life, I have been
inundated, under and over rated;
but never, satiated.
I hunger for that
which I do not have;
never content with
what is in front of me.
Restless, I long to wander
from this world built for me
by another's hand.
Knowing it wouldn't be
understood, my question:
Is this my gift, or my prison?
Don't tempt me to be honest.
If you don't mean, what you say.
If it's not real, please,
don't share it with me.
I reach out my hand,
touch nothing.
None the less,
I feel everything.
7/2004
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Post by anirbas on Dec 14, 2007 21:09:09 GMT -6
~Muses, Per Se...
Misery, that dark chantuese,
soft-rasp crooning da blues;
is my most frequent muse.
Seems she loves company;
mine, specifically!
At bay, sometimes,
I try to keep her, in vain.
Hanging a do not disturb sign,
on my front door knob.
Peers, she is a selective reader...
And never having been a fob,
not above, banging
the door down, if I refuse
to answer, figuratively,
of course...
Not shy,
after the door
falls off it's hinges,
from the blast of her loving touch;
she stomps to the computer,
I have been staring at,
in the throes of writer's block,
and says, "Let's get typing!
I've got some dictating,
for you to do!"
And ever her puppet,
away my fingers,
clickity-clack.
Clickity-clack.
As she opens her mouth,
and a dark honeyed voice,
rolls out, singing of
all the colors of pain,
to be found, in this old world.
Finished, she says, "Okay, I sang
for my supper. Where's my dratted
tequila and cigarette, dollface?"
Figuratively, of course...
10/2004
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Post by anirbas on Dec 14, 2007 21:12:03 GMT -6
~Born Again
From the glaringly lit room,
came a scream, that was more,
the animalistic roar
of anguished rage;
the amplified sound
of a ripped page,
from the rictus of her
pain stretched lips,
a bellow tore.
As this world slipped,
past her fingertips;
dimmed softly about the edges,
then grayed into disappearance,
before her disbelieving eyes.
The blackness, gobbled her up,
without further hindrance,
or sidestepping,
mincing ado.
"We've lost this one."
She heard a disembodied voice say.
"It'll soon be two."
Came the spectral reply.
While she free-floated
in the nascent void,
thinking-
if this were the tomb,
it felt more like the womb.
Which strangely,
she could now recall,
with utmost clarity.
The ability
to speak, taste, smell,
touch or feel,
gone.
As tho' never
having been there.
She could only think and hear.
In death, finally,
a detached observer,
to the machinations of life;
it's inherent,
human shared strife.
This last,
physically working sense,
stubbornly refused to cease audio-ing.
Disrupting,
cutting asunder,
her peaceful, otherworld revery.
The cry of a mortally wounded,
cherebim angel,
did her drifting soul entangle,
with it's invisible,
coiled umbilicus;
bungee cording her spirit
back to this dimension.
Slamming her back,
onto the pain racked shores
of her helpless body,
and this dimension.
Born again...
5/2004
*this piece, had a two-fold inspiration...
at an alternate universe of poetry, a debate
was raging, about who was spiritually born again
and what it felt like...this was my take...
having once died, however fleetingly,
through the rigors of childbirth...
and upon my return to this dimension,
being "born again"...*
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Post by anirbas on Dec 25, 2007 14:09:14 GMT -6
~not even you
changes
I've created
and been part
and parcel of,
this past year...
no longer am I a bride
of dust and nightmares...
I've changed zip codes
procured my own cave
got a job that made of me
a blithering slave...
however, it serves
it's purpose
and serves it well...
keeps a roof over
my baby's head
so, I'm proud
of my indentured
servitude
in the land
of America
and hard as it is
it's better than
being a zombie
in the land
of the walking dead...
this body is leaner,
smaller than before...
less of me to see
but, it still houses
my mind, heart
and spirit pretty well...
contrary to popular
opinion, I'm still
a lady, not a whore
though hurt me
or piss me off
and I can curse
like a sailor...
perhaps even
cause a sailor
to take a backseat
to my mouth...
I still believe
God helps those
whom help themselves...
and that nothing happens
overnight...dreams don't come
easy, you've got to fight for them...
nurture them...sacrifice your fear
to get nearer to them...
and me, I'm not through dreaming...
I'm still in the process of reshaping
this woman I'm growing into...
my next endeavor is to make
my mind, heart and spirit
leaner, smaller, tighter...
so no one, not even you,
you or you, as far as that goes...
can hurt me ever again,
or anymore...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 28, 2007 14:00:36 GMT -6
Oh sweet Lady Bright and Fair...you leave me in awe...dumb struck really...humbled...wow
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Post by pegesus on Dec 31, 2007 16:23:29 GMT -6
beautiful.....could be an echo of me.....been there....done that....yes...echo of me....whose step did i follow in......i wonder...now
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Post by anirbas on Dec 31, 2007 17:20:03 GMT -6
My ladies, Misharae and Pegesus...I didn't know anyone
had dared to visit the bride of dust and nightmares...
[snaps fingers and platters of goodies laid out upon a truncheon table appear; a line of flame crowned candles dripping vanilla scented wax upon it's rough hewn surface. snaps fingers again,
and goblets of carved platinum, with the birthstones of each individual guests appear. magical goblets are these; the guests need only imagine what they wish to drink and their favorite libation shall fill the goblet to the brim. snaps fingers, once more, and benches appear with fat velvet cushions of scarlet and purple to pad their fannies. strains of soft music drift upon the air...sounds like Norah Jones freshman cd...but, it could be AC/DC....ggglgggl...]
I entreat you, ladies, sit, sit! Eat, drink and be merry, for this night is a special night...As the last exhalation of the old year is replaced with the fresh inhalation of the new year...We are on the cusp of new beginnings that become endings that become beginnings that become endings that become beginnings...We are on the brink of all things done and over and the cliff of all things magical about to come and be...Eat, drink, sing and dance with me, Ladies of the Shadows and Shades...Who knows, perhaps the very gods shall join us and the angels shall brush us with the feathertips of their wings...
Happy New Year and see all of you, next year!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by pegesus on Dec 31, 2007 17:24:50 GMT -6
hear hear.....a toast to all who dare to follow in our footsteps and surivive...see you next year dear nir!!!!!dear little dragon!!!!and anyone else who dares to follows...
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Post by anirbas on Dec 31, 2007 23:59:51 GMT -6
If you've the time, my pretties...
And I'm so inclined...
I can open
more than one vein...
Leaving you baptised
in a hot spew
of blood and gore
and not much more...
I've pirouetted
with the walking dead
and lived to tell the tale...
But, I'd far rather
light incense and candles
and dance, dance, dance
with you through,
in and around
the shadows...
((((((((((((((((((trenchbuddies))))))))))))))))))))))
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Post by anirbas on Jan 1, 2008 0:02:03 GMT -6
hear hear.....a toast to all who dare to follow in our footsteps and surivive...see you next year dear nir!!!!!dear little dragon!!!!and anyone else who dares to follows... hehe...so sorry...missed this post, dear one... it's next year, Pegesus! time to ring in the new year and give birth to the future we love, hold dear and believe, dream can be... this little drunken arse is going to bed before I type anything else I'll dread on the morrow... |
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Post by pegesus on Jan 1, 2008 0:08:25 GMT -6
ohhh....that reminds me......got to light my candles and pot pourri......brb....there....now i can face the new year....yes
(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((trenchbuddies))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
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Post by anirbas on Jan 1, 2008 2:31:18 GMT -6
Ooh-la-la...Lovvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvve candles...Haven't tried the liquid potpourri you use the little tealights to heat up the scent of...
But, back in the day, when I used to do alot of flower gardening...I used to dry flowers from my gardens and any bouquets I bought at the store and make my own dried potpourri for baskets and such...Til the family doctor said get rid of anything in the house that holds dust...And dried potpourri, was at the top of the list...My oldest had asthma issues for awhile...Ivy does, off and on...So do I, as far as that goes...So, I must have cursed them both, with occasional assma, as I used to jokinging call it...HOpe you enjoyed your candle and potpourri-fest...I'm going to curl into the nest of my bed and really go to sleep, this time...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jan 2, 2008 3:34:19 GMT -6
Remiss was I that such a party did I miss...now wishing to turn the clock just so to repeat said event...truly sorry for myself am I...
Happy belated New Year sweet Sisters of the Shadows and Shades...(that would make a perfect title for a romping story)...lol
I toast you both..."Thank you Spirit for bringing such fine Ladies into this life of my...letting shine a light made of pure silver into the darkest parts of me...thank you!"
Love...respect...honor...hugs...big fat wet smooches...hehehehe
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Post by pegesus on Jan 2, 2008 10:36:21 GMT -6
oooohhhhhhh.....big wet smooches.....ooooohhhhhh.....we are one and one for alllllll...
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Post by anirbas on Jan 2, 2008 11:11:41 GMT -6
Sisters of the Shadows and Shades...
All of us, whom have been laid and played...
I call to you, from the darkness of the corner spot...
My back against the comfort of two walls intersecting...
This unholy bride of dust and nightmares...
Entreats you, to let loose your cares...
Sell, or give away your shares
of blight and misery...
With me, pick up the sword
that gleams with the polish
of the future to come and be...
And with me, we shall hack and hew
the days and nights that should have been
ours, all along, by rights...No longer
shall we beg for crumbs of joy
and happiness in our lives...
But, as robber barons,
we shall take them, instead...
Should a bite taste bitter,
we shall posthaste, spit it out...
Wipe the backs of our hands
across our mouths...
And with our fingers,
procure yet another meaty
chunk of life and shove it past
our lips, to see if it, sits well with us...
Sisters of the Shadows and Shades...
All of us, whom have been laid and played...
I call to you, from the darkness of the corner spot...
My back against the comfort of two walls intersecting...
This unholy bride of dust and nightmares...
Entreats you, to let loose your cares...
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Post by anirbas on Jan 2, 2008 11:15:12 GMT -6
...and, Mishers...
you didn't miss a thing...
...the party is just getting started...
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Post by anirbas on Jan 2, 2008 11:25:16 GMT -6
*the last strains of AC/DC fade from the unseen speakers...
or was it Norah Jones? and shades of raunchy, rowdy, rosy
color filter through the ears of the ladies*
Get The Party Started lyrics by Pink
I'm comin' up so you better you better get this party started
I'm comin' up so you better you better get this party started
Get this party started on a Saturday night
Everybody's waitin for me to arrive
Sendin' out the message to all of my friends
We'll be lookin flashy in my Mercedes Benz
I got lotsa style, got my gold diamond rings
I can go for miles if you know what I mean
I'm comin' up so you better you better get this party started
I'm comin' up so you better you better get this party started
Pumpin up the volume, breakin down to the beat
Cruisin' through the west side
We'll be checkin' the scene
Boulevard is freakin' as I'm comin' up fast
I'll be burnin' rubber, you'll be kissin' my ass
Pull up to the bumper, get out of the car
License plate says Stunner #1 Superstar
I'm comin' up so you better you better get this party started
I'm comin' up so you better you better get this party started
Get this party started
Makin my connection as I enter the room
Everybody's chillin as I set up the groove
Pumpin' up the volume with this brand new beat
Everybody's dancin and their dancin for me
I'm your operator, you can call anytime
I'll be your connection to the party line
I'm comin' up so you better you better get this party started
I'm comin' up so you better you better get this party started
I'm comin' up so you better you better get this party started
I'm comin' up so you better you better get this party started
Get this party started
Get this party started right now
Get this party started
Get this party started
Get this party started right now
*oms...i adore the music of this little rebel in arms...*
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jan 2, 2008 14:53:03 GMT -6
Lady you amaze and delight...yet I feel mayhaps this should have its own thread...as we used to dance in certain threads over there...we can so return to doing so here...build a thread for all of us to play in...
and just for the record I LOVED this piece...
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Post by anirbas on Jan 2, 2008 15:01:41 GMT -6
Hmmmmm...Your wish is my command...
Thrilled to amaze and delight...
I aim to please and all that rot...ggglgggl...
Good to know when I hit the target, though...
'Scuse me a minute...I have some magic to perform...
At thy request and behest, I scurry off to do so, with zest...
I'm so full of it, now that Xms and the last year are over
and tucked away in the Big Box of Memories...
t-hehehehehehehe...
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