*****there's a mean bone in my body

[LavenderMenace]

I can't get that sound you make out of my head

I can't even figure out what's making it

no one else around even seems to be noticing

it's only small enough for me

I can't get that sound you make out of my head

I can't even figure out what's making it

it feels like fingernails across the moon

or do you rub your wings together

there's a mean bone in my body

it's connected to the problems that I won't take for an answer

and I won't take that from you

because I'd hurt a fly

let you go to sleep

feeling bad as me

let you go to sleep

feeling bad

there's a mean bone in my body

it's connected to the problems that I won't take for an answer

and I won't take that from you

because I'd hurt a fly

-BtS

__________________________________________________

Now thas some deep shit right there....

[LavenderMenace]

and one more just cause I'm feelin it today....

You Were Right

You were wrong when you said Everything's gonna be alright

You were right when you said All that glitters isn't gold

You were right when you said All we are is dust in the wind

You were right when you said We are all just bricks in the wall

And when you said manic depression's a frustrating mess

You were right when you said You can't always get what you want

You were right when you said It's a hard rain's gonna fall

You were right when you said We're still running against the wind

And life goes on long after the thrill of living is gone

You were right when you said This is the end

[pkern]

Moody and amorphous, verging, still-

In silent states of ebbing, I progress.

In early hours, silent, unexplored,

I rush in with the tide

an admitted luminary daughter

aware of what pulls her,

rising to greet it.

Waxing, waning, free. The deep sea swells

with pregnant motion and retreats,

revealing life along a darkened shoreline.

The moon is arched, so liquid in her reach,

slipping towards her fullness,

purring in its wake.

And as I curl, complete within my globe,

yet slim tonight, an arching lighted slip

of flesh and thought,

I breathe her in, an image of myself,

who knows her seasons to be ordered well.

[gothzane]

Poetry on the run...

Poetry on the run

Dodging the bullets of lifes gun

Have to tear it up

Mess it up

Makes you frown

The words were once pure

But look what life has done

Have to grind it up

Fuck it up

Mess around

The song once had meaning

Life beat that one to death too

Makes you break it up

Puke it up

Choke it down

[kjlive]

Your hand pushes me away

so that I float into the night,

then swing back, back from the nebulae

to our drifting conversation.

Among the race of star demons

what I saw out there--

golden chains, the spindle, sirens

chanting the music of the spheres--

blurs and streaks across star-flung

distances the chain-link fences

can't fence out. Between

your hand and the hammock's

slow rocking the Void

expands, twisting threads

tautening, slackening, stretched

almost to breaking:

Do you feel that wobble

of earth's axis, space

whirling past the ice-capped pole?

The pines like judges stare down at us:

What should we recant, here,

tonight, as if we'd only just begun:

Off-center already, losing

equilibrium? The world-soul moving

through the strung-out stars moves

in threads that creak and moan,

breathes between your mouth and mine.

Pushing me away, you bring

me home, your attraction drawing

down the alchemical sign:

Love draws the soul

the way a magnet draws iron.

-Tom Sleigh "The Hammock"

[weyes]

Originally posted by lavendermenace

-BtS

"BTS" as in the gang that beats up ravers?

[thehacker]

"humble"

the distance between

your mind and

your soul

is not at all equal

to the expanse

within your own doubt

doubt about yourself

doubt about your future

your ability to

shape it

and your will to

face

that which you cannot

change or arrange

it is always

bringing

you

down

but

you must not try

to pretend

to possess the

tiniest measure

of control

allow yourself

to become overcome with a

desire

to accept

let

this

be

- krisjanis p. gale

- august 7, 1998

[LavenderMenace]

Originally posted by weyes

"BTS" as in the gang that beats up ravers?

ummmm, no.

as in built to spill

[weyes]

Originally posted by lavendermenace

ummmm, no.

as in built to spill

- phew; you scared me.

[mugwump]

I like green eggs and ham..

I like em'

Mugz I am...

(The extend of my joy for

verbal sympathy in music..)

[loch]

In secret we met:

In silence I grieve

That [you] could forget,

[Your] spirit deceive.

If I should meet [you]

After long years,

How should I greet [you]?—

With silence and tears.

-Lord Byron, from "When We Two Parted"

[thehacker]

Nature's first green is gold

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf's a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.

... robert frost

[pkern]

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond

any experience, your eyes have their silence:

in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,

or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look will easily unclose me

though i have closed myself as fingers,

you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens

(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and

my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,

as when the heart of this flower imagines

the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals

the power of {this} intense fragility: whose texture

compels me with the color of its countries,

rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes

and opens; only something in me understands

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)

nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

e.e. cummings

[thehacker]

wow.

and that's why e.e. is one my favorites.

so obtuse and concrete (all at the same time.)