Orgasmic Vancouver - Category: Poetry

22 Aug 2004 @ 22:57
rights lock horns and what is left chatters saul saw voltaire's bastards as they railed the bulwark dismiss as extreme what matters by somnolence of herd the system has failed ponder options offered and those that ain't and how important is the color of the paint on a cattle prod upon which you are impaled More >

Who Knows Who

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19 Aug 2004 @ 17:18
my horoscope tuned by birth had this to say get ready there is a message coming through now i'm trying to conclude how and what way the sample of sign and symbol will construe so play in cyberspace isn't considered rude as for you know who feisty yet in good mood i want her by my side sharing the same view More >

All Right In Middle East

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18 Aug 2004 @ 17:29
every thing is all right in the middle east say the silent left slinking away in denial settlers stealing from those with the least two of the few that fear world court trials a strong codependent bond deep out of sight defending a doctrinaire that might is right and an ocean away a smug suger daddy smiles defending this doctrine that might is right two of the few that fear world court trials hiding a codependent bond deep out of sight are the silent left slinking away in denial every thing is all right in the middle east settlers stealing from those with the least and an ocean away a smug sugar daddy smiles More >

concupiscence

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5 Aug 2004 @ 00:04
from the face of the deep in time and space come undulations of the first primal scream out of holy ground of being source of grace unfolds in a scheme of the demiurge to deem a divine hubris of delusions of omniscience revealed thru consequences of concupiscence infinitely more than god could ask or dream

Byron's Sennacherib

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1 Aug 2004 @ 00:16
Inspired by Byron's The Destruction of Sennacherib. I think mine needs more stanzas.



assyria came down like the wolf on the fold

of lord's lambs in panic heard but not seen

by the cohort a gleaming in purple and gold

paid on the alter of blood drips an obscene

sheen on their spears like stars on the sea

where long waves roll black on deep galilee

drowning the dreams of what could have been

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