Sunday, November 20, 2011

nontitled

divination

mystical prowess

we bend some rules

cause we are the rulers

increments in millimeters of equidistance

untitled

He is a gentle breeze in human form.

He is urgent desire and long-standing affection.

I lie in the sphere of his radiant golden warmth.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

On the Enslavement of Children

a precious baby is born
a helpless cry
innocent and dependent on love
a life unwritten
a blank slate offered up
to the betterment of humanity

mothers without means
mothers without help
mothers. have a heart

orphans in beds
orphans on streets
orphans in garbage cans
orphans need to eat
strangers overlooking. have a heart.

is there noone that cares
then there is NOTHING
but blind eyes and closed hearts and shushed mouths and selfishness for self only

a child born to live!
a child born to become!
a child is a child even wearing makeup and provocative dress
a man is not a man who takes advantage of the helpless child
a woman is not a woman who allows a child to be used as a pervert's toy

in my country, children are sometimes stolen, used and abused, and killed, then tossed aside like garbage
the horrible acts done in dark places of the mind the terrible place of a heartless physical unthink uncare

look up to a higher purpose
take a child's hand
carry a child and teach a child
place a child in a shelter of love and security
a warm and nutritious supportive blanket of open arms hugging love

Monday, September 12, 2011

how to for women

Images for curvaceous women

Curvy looks in a woman mean that she is good at reproduction and so the man gets the message that this is someone they could procreate with.

child-bearing hips

hourglass figure


whistling at girls in the street


Are curvy women really back in fashion?

1. RUSCHED
2. Diagonal cuts (assymetrical)
3. Ballooned skirts and dresses.
4. Pants.
5. Jeans.


fashion standards

How to be a big beautiful curvy woman

solutions: the famous Wonderbra, padded panties, fat injections or even implants! 

                                                      the beautiful body you inhabit

empty exception

When I attempt to approach the Beauty in a Thing-
the Galaxies in my Head give me Wind.
They Encroach upon thought and memory,
synaptic fireworks fizzle-dampened waves-
Now Still.
Some dark winding River clears way.
Some historic monument man Is drifting.
Exploring, finding, exhorting.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

making sense

Saints and Liars
Its a desert where we
created.
oh yes.
a normal figure-
very glowy
rainbow.
here we go-
who who ?
stay thirsty, my friend.
notes and notes
L'homme au perroquet.
my husband hates the way
dying is a wild night and a new road.
you dragged your feet when you went out
(the music lovers)
girls
Before the city dredged and straightened Wildcat Creek.
Video-HARD AID
Loving it. It keeps getting better and better.
tahoe blue,
gita unagitated,
Télécharger l'album
Anubis in black silk.



Thursday, August 18, 2011

hehehe

''I have a tale To soothe your melancholy, and sleek down The rugged brow of gloom, that lowers on Your brain. Listen to me! DEMETRIUS. Demetrius I will -- I will List thee, if my wits will let me; for all Here's mist, and night, and darkness -- dull -- dull As winter. ODOFRIEDE. Odofriede There was a lady once. Beautiful as few of earth-born beings are; Yea! from her delicate face there shone out, In rays of spheral light, a pure, celestial Loveliness, whose essence seemed not of this world; And she was happy, and her thoughts danc'd lightly, As the soft beams that on the cold glacier's Peak glow at eventide, gilding its icy scalp With colorings and hues inimitable. They were pure, too; for they hung about her heart, As round the inviolate shrine floats the white Drapery. Her soul was rich in early Innocence, as the delicate spirit That bathes in the crystal lymph, and flutters In the bloom of

But hark! he is betrayed into emotion -- he alters his voice! heard ye ever such tones, so energetick, peculiar, firm, passionate, earnest? How he lifts you along with him! Do you like him? no. Whence your interest? whence your breathless attention? your fixed attitude? your unclosed lips? Know ye the cause? dare ye analyze it? know ye not, that it is the homage of your spirit to his? he treads among you like a celestial among the creatures of earth. Your stars stand still before him!' Your mind, your faculties descend from their thrones, and lay down their sceptres at his bidding. His silence is rebuke and faintness. His look fires you with enthusiasm. Listen to him! observe ye how confidently, and yet, not boastingly, he speaks, or rather meditates, aloud. Follow the fervid action of his mind.

I think, yet there was no theme, upon which, his passionate, and beautiful mind did not dilate with a force and brilliancy, at times, which took away my breath. He, it was, that gave me a taste for elevated, and fiery meditation. He was a profligate -- a voluptuary -- a sensualist, perhaps; for he fed his mind upon loveliness, and banquetted, all the day long, upon colour, and sound, and perfume, with celestial creatures. His very children, were a sort of spiritualities; and, though I loathed, and abhorred, the earthiness of his passion for women, yet he had the art of so sublimating, and colouring, whatever he chose to touch with his enchantment, that it was perilous as death, to listen to him, when set upon conquering your reason. I believe, that he had a good heart, and a brave one -- that he loved his wife, to adoration..."

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Constraint: A Sonnet

He is beyond good.
He smirks at me.

His flowers set the mood.
He's leaving around three.

In ecstatic air, I tremble.
A doom to walk without.

Life drops the tin-cup thimble.
When ladies' whispers shout.

The babies, barefoot, scramble,
-the glee of glowing cheek.

A wealth, as thus, cries ample.
Her mama's touch is meek.

Skirts and bows and ribbons stand.
Starched, vicarious holy land.

Sunday, July 31, 2011

A.ce R.uckus T.akeover

sustained tones, repetition with variation
chance techniques
CONSTRAINTS (think. writing.)
the retelling of the same ''meaningless'' episode with insignificant alterations
infinite variations and innumerable combinations
Pubescent Nintendo Tumult
white noise and digital ding
ex nihilo
when unfamiliarity prevails


Monday, July 18, 2011

interesting read for the hellish minded

mmm...okay...this is not what i'm talkin' 'bout. this was a stumble into the abyss. glad to click my way out. cuz, i'm skarred.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_grindcore_bands

cleanliest love poem

How dare he love me so much? With a motherfuckin' cherry on top!
Cherry
Cherry
Strawberry
Luscious (say loo shuss) Lips...
turquoise tropical cool tongue
Blow Me Blow Me
HOT and COLD
(~N~ She wanna come like the Wind)

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Just Call Me A Noni Mouse

...mmm... that sounds good...

(scurrying away...biscotti log held between teeth)

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Good God, Sir. Would you kindly remove your stench from my Immaculate gray matter.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

eKstAsis

morality dissolution idea idea! ideal down down ego down He's coming through He's penetrating
this station on static ? we are so conscious of our selves and love and the definitions are changing and life is going going going every little thing is coming up what if? gemstone brilliant and star shaped

how did you weave yourself into my brain? i see you around every corner and the separation is apparent. all that talk of death. all that. all. i cannot fall asleep without or wake up without your infinite buzzing.  i think i hope may be you understand and i see now

Sunday, June 19, 2011

loose associations








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what it is?

truth and fact
what IS.
what IS?
fiction and fantasy
what is not
(or?)
what could be
a change in the order of things
a shift. a change.
"What can be shown, cannot be said." said Wittgenstein
and why not?
and Sincerely...
No. Really.
Irrational is this Native Intelligence that is my mind claiming a belief of a particular...no I cannot say it again this time.



Sunday, June 5, 2011

newsflash

its hot as hades, mamacitas y papas fritos.
getting winded, forgetting the iron pills. ergh-anemia.
be well, butterfly.
take your bicycle down by the river.
jump in. for, its hot, you see.

Monday, May 30, 2011

WOW by a machine

RSS is a dialect of XML  is a set of rules for encoding documents in machine-readable form is HTML is the basic building-blocks of webpages and search engines use keywords and description and  Lisp programs can manipulate source code as a data structure so this metadata syntax is sort of a domain-specific language or shell scripts can manipulate data in files and artificial language is designed to express algorithms that can be performed by a machine WOW  by a machine WOW  by a machine WOW  by a machine WOW  by a machine WOW  by a machine WOW  by a machine WOW  by a machine WOW  by a machine
RSS is a dialect of XML is a set of rules for encoding documents in machine-readable form is a  textual data format is  HTML is the basic building-blocks of webpages is tags in angle brackets or some search engines use keywords and description properties is metadata syntax is artificial language is Lisp programs can manipulate source code is

Means of creation of the data


Purpose of the data

Time and date of creation

Creator or author of data

Placement on a computer network where the data was created

Standards used

The basic information of a piece of music

hunger mode unlimited

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Monday, May 16, 2011

I find them textually attractive. By volumes. Words cannot express my literal love for these.
And they are pointless. And they are meaningless. And above all--they hover.
And. Why shouldn't they? Passage. Time. Space.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

The Lifting of the Veil

Crucify The Ego-

When there's not a thing left to burn.
 
From Blank to......Diamond Crystal Iodized Salt.

switch SWITCH switch SWITCH to

wild nights, said--WILD NIGHTS!!!

(a painful joy as I ache)
 
Woman in Front of Humanoid Computer,
 
with a Love perpetuation,
 
or Who I'd like to meet.








Monday, April 18, 2011

this book is no good

human anatomy and the glottis
neck bones and rice
''reasoning or discussion concerning the Deity''
you are my fucking hero. here.
i just walk around and find things out.
unpointed. until.
there's a man pointing that-a-way, he's showing me some way.
sands and clays over time, becoming oil and natural gas.
i looked and looked and did not find the aqueduct.
in sensory memory, this is all hallucination.
not a detail in place but the affection.
he held her hand and threatened her and cut out her throat.

like she said, ''who cares?''

if it isn't about taking care of someone or some thing, its pretty much seeming like a waste of time to me now

a post

working night shift, drinking coffee, taking green tea pills, stomach all messed up and the sleepy days with giggling and whining girls...
prozac, lorazepam, counseling, life without internet and its going great...
i love eating words, my own especially.
disciplining my self with early waking during the week...running at the park...i love the mornings and being the only person alive just after the dark dissipates.
i think i hate coffee now, it tastes so nasty, getting up for cold water.
here is my pointless post.

Monday, April 11, 2011

unknown zone

the opaque fog
gets exponentially thicker
600 million years after the big bang
we faintly dissolve
into private moon data

early development-twin stars

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Scorpio Rising: then Egypt

i am slammed up against a stone wall. my own love.

there's a gentle lion lazing outside my door.

we sit proud in the dust and gaze into a perfect galaxy of lights.

i miss nothing. there is nothing that is not with me.

cosmic entities fly around, they become buzzing, they bounce off me and i want nothing but this...quiet...stillness...

....gentle stirring of emotion
hang my head low . an invocation .

my god.
forgive me for things i have not done.

absolve me of this horror that i have immersed into.

i don't think i can share any more. any thing.










Friday, January 28, 2011

elaborate fictions


This is a masterfully crafted work of fiction. Based on factual incidents in Time and Space.

Has it always been this way?

He referred to himself a ''Master of Havoc''. When he completed his work, there lay chopped and splattered remnants of information and dispatches. There was a third piece of a context sticking to the roll-away chair.

Rather quickly, from who knows where, She slid and bounced through, her grinning Bhangra twirl. The percussion and a many-stringed instrument gathered the constellations in a trail. Stooping down to collect the fragments of syllables and phrases, She spun them around, weaving a magnificent Net.

The stars shuffled in realignment.

The Earth glazed pebble and tree limb, sea swell and cork screw.

The knitNet, pliant and stretching, kept the heavenly bodies carefully.

suddenly......substance and significance.

the word of the day was Love.

the End.

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i'm the boondoggle dangling from your keychain, your collection of discarded postcards reading "luv you, i'm having the time of my life!"



i'm a snowdome placed on your bookshelf. please. shake me and watch me flake.



i'm faux metallica, t-shirt backing safety pinned to his rockin denim jacket. can i borrow that?



i'm a cookie cutter combo, plastic and purple, one day i'll be a dough dinosaur. be sure to eat the head first.







you are the buzzing of bees in my head when i read mediocrity poesy and lose the given train of thought, though you once haunted my abode, my adobe creaking and pages rustling up slumber.



you are the idea of crickets mating, after burping their feast of butterbean soak.





you are the light filtering through a grease-smudged window, reminding me, my head is too small to live inside completely.



you are the wooden chair you fastened from scrapwood in the garage, i stand on you, you are now a stool.



you, the silence of a heavy river rock, drowning out the noisy gush.



i am poochie lip baby, the wailing that awakes a thousand ancestors, echoes from cosmos.



peripheral shift.





i'm the space between your thumb and your brain. that awful space that did not waste time dotting the i.







i'm the look of confusion on their faces when you confess some awful prank, then they laugh...i'm that too.





i am the dangermouse. sitting here outside my house. secluded for words.



i am the brown leaves falling around your unkempt doorstep. CRUNCH!

.you are a million particles of dust, from her sweeping twigs and acorns, a clean path to sidedoor.



i am the last star, colored mustard yellow wallpaper, your back is pressing against me and i have no leg to push you away.



i am the empty winerack, cause you drank it all, now you're digging out quarters for a midgrade.



i am paintsmears on the table, you're scratching your head and wondering why you painted an angel with a cartoon face.





-why your erotic lady sketch has a look of agony.



i am the satisfying feel of thick dried glue under your fingernails when you peel it off the counter. not sposed to be there.



i am a collection of found objects, cluttered in a box, because she looks down, finding little treasures on the ground.







i am aching neck, eyestrain, and big dogs pooping out, soon floating in a pillow...



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Thursday, January 27, 2011

i found a poem today. found.





TALK TALK TALK



you're the one that I want



don't go there!



why do you have to ask so many questions?



BLESSINGS



All I do is dream of you!



It's all about the attitude



quality time



LAUGH AND PLAY





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re-twitterated





1..

breakin' out the 3 weeks ago notebook. LOOK! .




i tried to rip off the imitation of design pieces but decided not to work too much. ruining it ruining it. as usual #Virgo is fairytalefallen.



Jalapeno. Sweet Vidalia. Centos Crushed. Chili Powder, etcetera..



thinking about parallel universes/lives.



crop circles. marbling effects. distortion. shiva. ace of cups. third eye open. white noise without. one pointedness..



Emoticons deep wells too dark out here to read, yay..



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2..



today is laundry day here. among other various other tasks and distractions. nothing wrong with distractions. i livefreely..



cooking from scratch. Waffles. Belgian style. I serve my kids, service unto others, devoting my life to it since...hmmm...???? #unsure.



prob with me is everytime i bake or make something like this, i think i am stirrin' up glue. its gluing my girl to me :).



zero laundry begun. ungluing temporarily..



#meow intoxication rippin kitten #neeka .



yes. those eggs were unfluffy..



EGO. PRIDE. what's that? i'm learning..



we are one and the same. atman brahman. all that shizzle. now i separate myself, unglue..



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3..



i am a thieving artist..



RE: intellectual property, internet makes that moot, excepting originals/handmades, ©ididit.



living libraries. living words. see things that make you wonder? think? feel? INSPIRE. TEACH. aMUSE. ::----)).



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4..



My heart whispers until it screams. Scatterbrained, I am head of wind..



do you have any idea?.



Lookt for my totem. It was at once Indigo Saber and Mockingbird. Lookt funny, that kookoo kat..



But the gutturrall intonations and squarkizations, a language of skatt. (that is an actual misspelled word.).



and the lost words of ''scat, scidaddle, that's where i'm at.''.



Giant babies crawl out of 'n' all over me. Got to tango now, this tangle..



Fly on off pretty pretty bird. Strut yo stuff strange byrd. Serenade us all cocky birdie bird....



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5..



Monorail and Kitty Cat. Escape out to the Jungle. drumbeats and twirling dervs. Aquablue shadows structure my bones..



Tunnelling. Our machete. Ways through the density. Books and utensils. Library as kitchen, feeding the hungry..



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Barefoot babies at the park, shady oaks, those elders, offering of protection..



I'm just a hobo...gritty teeth...fragrancy of vagrancy...hoppin' your train....



Can she comprehend? The solar glare? The vastness, this Aquarian sphere? Ever expansion, the Carnie's stare?.



Her iota, la voz menos. Siempre menos, dos vidas al lado. Un idea grandiose! Plug powercord into the head!.



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back into the Upanishads of my library, your library, #ALLOURLIBRARIES transcendentation from internal server error 1,282,705,081,000.00 via web .



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The pages fold in on a word. But the flowering out of sensation...Oh! To create like that.



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THANK YOU FOR YOUR INNUMERABLE BLESSINGS, GOD! Svayam Bhagavan! #TEARSOFJOY .



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another library



all up in the stacks, watch out for the crushing of falling bound books.



your library brushes off the dust of the prize hidden ancient texts.



you began with the fertile crescent. and return to the sumerians and chaldeans. you are a Babylonian King. (babel babble)



your library is a million needles piercing my brain.



rich with original language and mucho meandering meaning is YOUR library.



i found a deserted island, feel the warm lush sun and balmy sand tickling over my barefeet in the library.



Alla HU Akbar is embossed on the leather bound books of yer librarrrrry #yupyup



the maps and the solar flare become your library.



your library unfolds into a jacked up MUSEum, yer librairy.



i am myself hijacked and kidnapped into the dankness of your library.



if only Your Library could transcend into the Vacuuming of my arboretum.



Your Library of twists, turns, convolutions, jumpforths, and setbacks has knitted various colored textures into my grey matter.



i exclaimed !!! too loudly inside Your Library and was meekened by the SHHHHSHHH!!!

beware the love


if you see my pride tell it to hitch a ride on me, cause i lost it somewhere

between the magnetism of him and the pull on me.

i am a damaged woman who just learned that i can cry without making tears.

i can spend years in love and another love springs fresh and new in the corner

but it needs nurture and a feeding to grow.

not a one-sided confessional in which i am the sinner and he's nothing but a saint.

so i put it back into the corner, i can look at it every now and again, like an old photograph of 2 friends, a memory of lunchtime conversation and sharing iphone love songs by passenger and the cure.

i bite my tongue. i sit on my hands. eggshells. egg shells.

he'll never taste my tongue. he'll never feel my hips. he'll forever be a memory of something beautiful and unopened. the present that my santa god took back, shaking his finger in my face, saying you have been a naughty girl this time!

for my folly, i deserve this black hole. if only for tonight.

there will be other vincentes in my shanty world. a john or two. maybe even a moe or sebastian. and if i meet romeo, god put me out of my misery before i get in too deep.

deliver me



drenched in sleep,

drowned in emotion,

rain is harmony

to this silence.







he told me

he told me

that in his heart

is violence.









aye, from his lips,

noise and static-

from skin and eyes,

bold magnet.







perplexity-my companion

follows, leans in.

but abandoned,

so effects my torrid fit.



light as smoke





i could ask you or tell you what i want

but i won't

i am a live and let live person

so

live

and

let me

the stars will align

or not

the ocean tides will pull

and push

the elements will shift

whether i drift

or you

so

i just choose to smile

be brave, be strong

life is not very long

and in the end

i hope there is a loaded bong

(is there gravity in the afterlife?)



odd bird




there's an odd bird.

she's all alone.

she stares ahead, blinking

and twitches a bit.

she hears you and notes

your sing-song conversation.

which she follows, dropping from eaves.

but, she's just an odd bird.

so you say too much.

never suspecting your secrets she holds.

then.

she's had enough.

she jumps and flaps away.

to a treetop.

where she won't have to overhear

another damn thing.



shake

Sep 13, 2009





Lover oh lover

Roll over and hover,

Your face poised above,

Pink lips.

Hot. Dry. Plump.

A gaze from the eye.

Juiced down inner thigh.

Warm and tanned Michelangelo hands-

Golden hair tangles down-

from shoulder to working man's arms, strong hands.

I form to you as

You bend me and knead me.

My static disturbed, so shake and do quake me.

Roughen me up, you do it so gently.

Holding on for a ride,

I breathe in your soft skin.

My needs are quite simple,

You've fulfilled again.

So break into my side, surrender...

Don't hold out for me

this time any longer.



Tuesday, January 18, 2011

The artist asks the question

     What is Beauty? Many painters, musicians, writers, and consumers of art have asked themselves this very question, upon examination of varying works of art. Beauty is defined as a quality of being that gives deep satisfaction or a manifestation that is individually pleasing upon its perception. Another definition of Beauty is ''something excellent of its kind''. Immanuel Kant ruminates that we refer to a subject as beautiful if we derive a ''feeling'' of pleasure from its effect on our imagination. There are elements of judgement and comparison in such determinations, which cannot be avoided.
    As an artist, I was trained to paint from a very early age by my mother, took art classes only through high school, and was influenced by an uncle and a friend, who shared my interest in drawing, sculpture, taking pictures, and application of color. I compare my own work to theirs and cannot deny that my product represents inner emotions that I consider ugly and detrimental. It definitely comes out in my art.
    Visual artist, Denise King, states that the idea of beauty is scientifically related to symmetry and balance. There must be an offset, a slight off balance to make the picture pleasing to the eye.
    So we observe the various writers and painters and musicians and their work, and may safely abandon our desire, for the sheer pleasure of  manifest beauty. We can recognize and understand the expression/impression from our individual place of experience. Our minds compare and discriminate, to define beauty in  a work of art, based upon our backgrounds and ability to relate.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

dramatic short

I linger in my lover's bed
(it's his when he's away)
I replay the riding lessons in my head
(while dozing in the hay)
alone, not where I want to be, I tumble out to sea...
the water's cold, the salty stings, the depth threatens to whirlpool me.

how mush i feel

This is a Testament to prove
how much I don't miss you.
See, I never ever think about you.
This just proves it so.
I have better things to do
than just pine away,
like a Whiney Wendy.
You would have to be here,
just to understand,
how Mush I feel for you....

quiet late night summer afternoons

at the upside down plaza,
renting out the jukebox-
fuzzy bended dollar bills
for ramones and david allan coe.
a band took the dance floor-
really bad drunk punk music,
like the dead dragged from angry agoraphobic tombs.
screeching and bobbing,
thrown at the remnants of anti-monarchists.
on my way to the beer man,
a brown headed brian and his
''I never forget a face.''
or that hair.
it was barely years ago,
we shared smokes and truth or dare,
quiet late summer afternoons.
empty apartment, no friends, no roommates.
passing in and between-two lives.
memory loosely muzzled.
then slammed to the forehead by a beer run for moshers.

implicity sexplicit

Give me the Jord-Ass
one that stretches to the Boing of belt
Plaid off to the Round of Bounce
the smotherment of smoulder boulder
Scribble the sex notes
for pound pirate
put it pretty...and...prefaced

dis.integrate

my hands do dis.integrate,
tiny particles from elbow and beyond,
its what I give away.
my mind holds onto nothing,
and the grasp is harder every day.

the storyteller

your voice is a typewriter,
persistent and gently tapping
away.
your words are a blanket,
effectively...covering...and warm.
your eyes are searchlights,
scanning the broad horizon,
highlighting--examining.
your arms are hovercraft,
expanding and closing in and
always suggesting something
BIG that you hold.

untitled

Behold you
the Mask
behind you
the Brat
above you
Idea
below you
a Grasp
a penny thumpin', heads or tails bumpin', its all good, its somethin',
I told you, you're Pumpkin, like Smashing, like noise crash,
a veritable road rash, a falling from safety,
not landing, but scraping