APW: Ecstasy (933 hits)
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Submitted by Orgasmatron (View user info) at 2006-11-08 16:51:33 EST
Counting always counting ways to write
And wonders, wonders thunder in my head in my head
A million little languages speaking against
The skull, past blood and will and memory
Moving tongues whispering blistering the skin
Between and beneath this simple mind my mind
But your mind as the lesson goes and I am
Moved again, silencing, shushing, begging
The voices to cease again or shackle themselves
To something permanent, these grayblown hollow
Haunting things, these vibrant echoes of my life,
These tempting depths, these days, how unlike
The world of the child this is, this the world of old
Men and shivers and a heart at rest with itself
Angels and air sharing spaces in my mind
As the tongues call to me in voices from the
North, beyond the mountains, from streets I
Have never walked before, from the southern sea,
From a widow's cries, a motherless son, from ghosts,
The idiot prayers and the murderer's mind combining,
From a man unlike myself and a man myself the same,
And from lands burned by sunlight and scoured by sin,
My voices but your voices as the lesson goes, for every
Moved word is not a thing possessed, born of
Intellect and reason, but sound spirit souled,
Sound moving through the world and from the
World divined, and this world is not our own
Yet we would try, we would try, to sell the
Earth and own the sky and claim a kingdom upon
A kingdom unrecognized, and they call and count
And beat their words against my mind, voices
Within and without, extravagant, beautiful,
Terrifying, rapture, violence, I do not want this
Anymore, I do not want this spilling ink and
Failing pen but I will do your will, I will mend
The broken voices and make them speak the truth,
My truth, a fool's truth, but your truth behind
The stained and dotted scratchings on the dead,
Nature sacrificed for history and memory, future
From the past, folded, bound, chained, possession
And power of word and fact and reason and love,
They speak together, unbroken and resolved, falling
Down vessels and through ligament, bone and muscle
To move me against my will take me use me and with
It all the same, old hands young again, new again,
Speaking as one and in one body breaking silences,
Counting from above and counting from below,
The remains of the world holding up the living and
Messengers circling behind the rain in the night,
Falling to rise, filling an unworthy vessel with
Water and roses and good news, a singularity now
Singing to multitudes resolute and welcoming to make
Of one from many and of many the one, upon these pages
Let me set my mark but your mark as the lesson goes
And from my hands may devilry prove angelic.
User Reviews
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2007-11-09 12:20:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2006-11-09 10:15:23 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
WTF I'M NOT RHYMING ALL OF THAT
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2006-11-09 07:37:08 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2006-11-08 22:37:18 (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2006-11-08 20:41:17 (#)
Ranking: -2
Shlongy broke a streak and the floodgates of honesty opened.
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You're like some kind of Pied Piping Dipshit of Hamelin
BUahauahauahauahahahahhh haah hah ha h a
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2006-11-08 23:32:04 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
That angel's all like "Dude. Pull my finger."
And the guy with saturn rings on his head is all like "Ew. No way man."
Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2006-11-08 22:37:18 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2006-11-08 20:41:17 (#)
Ranking: -2
Shlongy broke a streak and the floodgates of honesty opened.
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You're like some kind of Pied Piping Dipshit of Hamelin.
Submitted by carbon (user info) at 2006-11-08 22:26:49 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-11-08 17:05:51 (#)
Ranking: 2
Beautiful stream of consciousness.
Submitted by HotWillie (user info) at 2006-11-08 21:19:55 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2006-11-08 20:49:01 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
"Cause I'm the Taxman, Yeaaahhhh, the Taxman..."
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2006-11-08 20:41:17 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Shlongy broke a streak and the floodgates of honesty opened.
Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2006-11-08 19:47:24 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2006-11-08 19:18:18 (#)
Ranking: -2
I like how it flowed....when I flushed.
Solid point.
Submitted by extacy_red (user info) at 2006-11-08 19:18:33 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
wtf this sucked.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2006-11-08 19:18:18 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
I like how it flowed....when I flushed.
Submitted by MyTeeOne (user info) at 2006-11-08 18:23:56 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Thank you Amontillado. I felt it flowed nicely, but you really should review O-trons work while you're here.
Submitted by Amontillado (user info) at 2006-11-08 18:02:30 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
That's pretty gorgeous.
Submitted by MyTeeOne (user info) at 2006-11-08 18:01:08 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Damn bitch.
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-11-08 17:36:58 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
"The newest bestseller by David B. Matron! A whimsical look at poetry like you've never seen it before--bad to the bone! Matron muses on all realms of life, including thanksgiving turkeys, relations between men and women, and the divinely humorous, injecting his trademark wordplay and finesse into every iambic line! A must-read, and sure to be a hit this holiday season."
Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2006-11-08 17:26:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
What do I look like Rumsfeld to you, Lube Ferigno?
Submitted by Method (user info) at 2006-11-08 17:21:05 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
YOU ARE GAY GET THE FUCK OUT
Submitted by KindaNews (user info) at 2006-11-08 17:15:10 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Amazing.
Submitted by coley (user info) at 2006-11-08 17:10:41 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I wish I could write
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-11-08 17:05:51 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Beautiful stream of consciousness.
Auto +2 ceiling cat
(sacrilicious)
Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2006-11-08 17:01:09 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-11-08 16:55:15 (#)
Ranking: 2
some dude in a red bathrobe and Ceiling Cat - how original
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Baroque Cherub is watching you masturbate.
Ax - I'd really be curious what the response would be for something like that. A page by page response that is. "Well that was sort of interesting and satisfy---WHOA, IS THIS ABOUT A GOITER GIRL?"
Submitted by Newty (user info) at 2006-11-08 16:58:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I'm intrigued
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-11-08 16:55:15 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
some dude in a red bathrobe and Ceiling Cat - how original
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-11-08 16:53:57 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Read the whole thing, I liked the rhythm of the lines.
Have you ever thought of publishing a book? It would be bizarre to go from a poem like this or Virgo Intacta to something about menstrual feces and santorums billowing from a loose popper-stretched anus.
Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2006-11-08 16:53:31 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Hopefully this makes some semblance of sense and doesn't double back on itself at all.
I wanted to try something a little different so I started at the beginning and ended at the end without going back and changing anything or taking time to stop and consider the thing as a whole.