replying on The Coming Light by poetandknowit
23 Dec 2002, 7:25 PM
Good. I'm glad to see you posting. Does tricked time stand for daylight savings?
replying on Good Love by w~* ATHENA *~w
23 Dec 2002, 7:12 PM
Please enlighten me as to way this is a reply to my comment. Is this poem plagiarised? What friend of Horus8? I'm completely in the dark on this one.
on The Coming Light by poetandknowit
23 Dec 2002, 7:03 PM
Did you just write this after our conversation? I remember 'tricked light' from some other poem, was it yours?
replying on Laughing all the way to the playground by w~* ATHENA *~w
23 Dec 2002, 7:50 AM
No wonder the title had nothing to do with the poem!
on can't go back by brazen
23 Dec 2002, 2:18 AM
Que pendejada.
on Laughing all the way to the playground by w~* ATHENA *~w
23 Dec 2002, 2:10 AM
Hijole this is a piece of shit! Mainly because there are some terrific ideas forsaken by pompous look-at me-I'm-an-originalisms. You have made your thingy here completely in-accessible, congradulations. Too bad you can't use your abilities for making even the slightest sense. Try, it not all that uncool.
replying on The Sons and Daughters of the New Light by Bonehiss
22 Dec 2002, 1:17 PM
I was rong your text is not juvenile. It intertwines religion and science, and I find flaw in that simply because it breaks tradition. Usuaslly religious text is vague so it can cover universal sins, scientific and otherwise.
on Legend by ThoughtfulSoul
22 Dec 2002, 12:49 PM
Once again a universal theme thwarted by lack of story. How did you stubble upon these revalations? that's what you need to be writing down. How you feel or what philosophy you have developed is only the theme, which because we all share these insights is a very boring read. Give me the account of what happened, I was not there, and so am interested in your experience. I am not interested in you telling me how you feel, but what caused you to feel. What dream? I want to know your dream, not your evaluation of it
replying on The Sons and Daughters of the New Light by Bonehiss
22 Dec 2002, 11:46 AM
Why is Gaia mentioned? This sounds like a One God cult(your unceasing reference to the "Light"). You need to read some Quaker philosophy. They named their cult Friends of the Light, or simply Friends. Quaker's a nickname given by outsiders. Read some George Fox, it will help. Your text is too juvenile for your subject matter. You need to do more research. Read Isiah, all of it really but start with Chapter 9, Luke and John. Psalms 4, 19, 119 and 130. I'll post a poem called Raven+ which I wrote 7 yrs ago about my experience. It's not a very good poem but it might inspire some train of thought for you. Good luck, sounds like a huge endeavor.
on Splendid Discovery by blkarakagain
22 Dec 2002, 11:22 AM
This is dreadfully over the top. What ever beauty may be here is lost among the gawdy weeds. "More vibrant than the cascadings hues of dementia"?! What the...? Vibrant dementia? Cascading dementia? Hues of dementia? At this point it seems you just love to hear yourself talk. "Unchecked by the plague of human frailty"? Unchecked by sense you mean. And it's not even finished you have accomplished saying abosulety nothing in more words then I thought possible. I met a girl she was beuatiful, we slept together and I got scared. I ran away I hope she comes to me because I don't have the balls to go back to her. Spit it out already, it seems to have poisoned you.
on DESERVING NOTHING MORE THAN LONLYNESS by LETO
20 Dec 2002, 9:11 AM
Fixing the grammer and the typos would be like giving Quasimoto hearing-aids. He'd be better off, but still very very ugly.
replying on The Lordy only knows why tornados have no nose by Bachus
19 Dec 2002, 3:39 PM
You're funny.
replying on Xmas gifts list by lunar
19 Dec 2002, 3:32 PM
I gave up remember?
We are all the same tribe making war over language, belief.
It's the Old Story.
The blood is the beauty after all.
Wounds decry just how much you can survive.
Look at me
I believe I could outlive the crucifix.
Fathers forgive me, Mothers forgive
I know these words count for something.
I saw ice packed blue from a healthy distance go down
the trees buckling like matchsticks.
No one made a sound.
We are all the same tribe making war over language, belief.
It's the Old Story.
The blood is the beauty after all.
Wounds decry just how much you can survive.
Look at me
I believe I could outlive the crucifix.
Fathers forgive me, Mothers forgive
I know these words count for something.
I saw ice packed blue from a healthy distance go down
the trees buckling like matchsticks.
No one made a sound.
on The Lordy only knows why tornados have no nose by Bachus
19 Dec 2002, 3:05 PM
Errr, looses everything in the translation.
replying on Xmas gifts list by lunar
19 Dec 2002, 2:52 PM
Your first attempt at poetry in too long a span(at least here). Horus and I own the blood, Indian, you can see it reflected in our cheekbones. It is our land truly, as it is yours. You should have seen my son in Sedona, he grew wings.
replying on Xmas gifts list by lunar
19 Dec 2002, 2:19 PM
The four fantastic fucking brilliant magical like a choir of angels singing you to deaf corners. My favorite places. Pueblos and arches and sand and pine and snow and colorado sunsets and vortex and blue like you have never seen and Bryce, those frogs will never let you sleep, they infiltrate your very matter.
replying on Xmas gifts list by lunar
19 Dec 2002, 2:12 PM
It has been my observation that stereotypes are used exclusively for causing harm, the moon would do better, poor girl, no longer Camembert or Brie. I have been to the Death Valley many times. I was caught there on the hottest day on record. We struggled up it's highest peak where we happily froze.