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Rust 
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Posted: July 22 2006 at 04:00 |
Got some new poetry today,
Here's my stuff, and yes, the prog illusions are intentional.
Wish I did
Heartless No way!
Helpless? Obey!
Mindless? I'd pray!
Live life TODAY!
Say you say what you make.
Christ's sake's is brown cake.
Take your cape, fictitously fake.
Brave the cave of impossible.
Say it's impossible, bottle the hospital.
Tangerine tropical, factory that's rottible.
Corpse on the lawn eat corn on the cob.
Fish was a master bass in Khatru.
Mabey we'd do if we say it was true.
Shallow the lake, broken the plastic rake.
Leafs take what was hate,
Fall on the cake with chocolate paste.
Childhood is to far to spell,
To bad you don't say what you tell.
Hell, I've been to Hell.
I fear the lakes within cavern shells.
It discribes dinomite inside hotels.
Bomb shells.
Dead smell.
Carcus fell.
Smells like trainwrecks wearing rearanged rooms like carpetacks
Holdover blue Rover,
Sweaty, leather gun holster
Silver shot infests closer,
Seaweed that's reapolstered.
Bolshevik shot in a toaster.
Toast for the Boaster.
Within a pattern is an answere
Wisper disaster or porcelien plaster.
Yell for the Master,
Heaven's cured cancer.
Shine on, you black wurm hole dancer.
Pawns are useless.
Hearts are fragile.
Love is truthless.
Sex is agile.
Edited by Rust - February 05 2007 at 23:54
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We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart
Its astart
What we need is awareness we cant get careless
Mental self defensive fitness
Make everybody see in order to fight the powers that be
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Posted: July 22 2006 at 04:19 |
 nice
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Ricochet
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Posted: July 22 2006 at 04:23 |
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Interesting...
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Rust
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Posted: July 22 2006 at 04:26 |
Well, I've got a "1 1/2 outa 2", that aint bad. 
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We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart
Its astart
What we need is awareness we cant get careless
Mental self defensive fitness
Make everybody see in order to fight the powers that be
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Rust
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Posted: July 22 2006 at 05:43 |
Here's another,
Where's the Clear Sky, when you need it the most?
I'll tell you he's enjoying a plate of steamed roast.
Where's check at the end of the week?
I'll tell you it's waiting for the creek to squeek.
Where's the time when you're busy the most?
I'll tell you he's enjoying a plate of the Clear Sky's roast.
When's the next crisis gonna hit home?
You'll know if you tap the phone.
Who's the manager of Clear Sky and Time?
He's a colourless clown and a mournfull mime.
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We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart
Its astart
What we need is awareness we cant get careless
Mental self defensive fitness
Make everybody see in order to fight the powers that be
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Vompatti
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Posted: July 22 2006 at 06:03 |
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^ I like this better than the first one.
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VanderGraafKommandöh
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Posted: July 22 2006 at 13:10 |
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Excellent work Rust!
Maybe I should resurrect my brain into poetry mode and start writing again soon... I'll keep you tintacked.
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heyitsthatguy
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Posted: July 22 2006 at 13:45 |
I love how both of them seem lighthearted yet have darker undertones, and yes, they do seem very reminiscent of Jon Anderson, who sometimes tends to do the same thing 
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VanderGraafKommandöh
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Posted: July 22 2006 at 13:53 |
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For anyone who missed it the first time around, here is a prog-related poem by me:
In Absentia (Fly/Tea - not Aspic)
There sat my mug of freshly made tea;
on the coffee table; cooling down.
I was relaxing with King Crimson,
settling down into the sofa; bliss!
"The Talking Drum".
It required more volume;
more intensity.
Remote control; volume up.
I settle back down again.
It was getting more intense,
I was in my own world here.
Some Frippian whines;
David Cross violin and
wonderful Bruford drumming.
Wetton's bass setting the pace,
Muir's percussion just intense.
It was like a dream sequence.
A higher state of consciousness.
The climax; the ending.
I'm ready for Larks' Tongues... part 2.
I quickly remember my tea;
it's getting cold, it needs drinking.
I sip a bit..., good, not too hot.
A few sips later...
A coughing fit.
Eyes watering; body shaking.
I finally stop, spitting something out.
A fly.
It had got into my tea.
Still alive after its ordeal.
Larks' Tongues In Aspic.
Why not a fly in aspic?
Now it was just a Musca domestica;
In Absentia.
Geck0 - 18 July 2005.
Edited by Geck0 - July 22 2006 at 13:55
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Rust
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Posted: July 22 2006 at 16:23 |
I remember this one back in the older thread, still is groovy. 
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We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart
Its astart
What we need is awareness we cant get careless
Mental self defensive fitness
Make everybody see in order to fight the powers that be
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The Hemulen
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Posted: July 22 2006 at 16:48 |
A two-part simultaneous poem I wrote recently. Excuse the slightly shoddy picture editing. I noticed too late and then couldn't be arsed to change it. So, yeah... *coughs* Poem: 
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stonebeard
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Posted: July 22 2006 at 16:55 |
Your work is very intersting, TP. I did enjoy the one you did about froot loops more however, personally!
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The Hemulen
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Posted: July 22 2006 at 16:58 |
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Not about as such... but yeah, I really like that piece A LOT. I can't wait to get back to college and try to organise a performance of it.
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Rust
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Posted: July 22 2006 at 17:05 |
Excellent work, reminds me of e.e. cummings' work.
I have tried disecting it a few times after a few reads, and I do understand it a little, though I bet by the end of the night after work I'll have the meaning. (If there even is one.)
; )
(lllll(O )
(lllllll) )
(llO( )
Edited by Rust - July 22 2006 at 17:24
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We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart
Its astart
What we need is awareness we cant get careless
Mental self defensive fitness
Make everybody see in order to fight the powers that be
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The Hemulen
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Posted: July 22 2006 at 17:06 |
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Any meaning you apply to that poem is entirely your own work.
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VanderGraafKommandöh
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Posted: July 22 2006 at 17:09 |
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I see no photo, David...
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The Hemulen
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Posted: July 22 2006 at 17:11 |
 Geck0 wrote:
I see no photo, David... |
Bugger. Ah well, you can see it in my dA gallery. "A Society Function for Snakes and Marmosets". It's pretty recent.
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VanderGraafKommandöh
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Posted: July 22 2006 at 17:12 |
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Ah, I shall take a look at some point.
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Rust
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Posted: July 22 2006 at 22:27 |
This is about a squirrel getting food before he dies.
Furry puffy tail, slimy snail squirrell,
Open shut a nut for that wrapped present pearl.
Swirl as you chew, average acorn but new.
Curled claws penetrate your pecan stew.
Swallow a few, follow the trail for another or two.
Big game, food's tame. It's a shame you can't share your fame.
Munch, catch a cocunut crunch. Grab a bunch for a late night lunch.
Or, on the rush take as much grunge, porcupine needle punch.
Hibernate when it's cold the most,
High pitched paint on your white fence post.
Scurry to bury your food in a hurry.
He won't worry, cars cant hurt.
Long lawn grass to gaze, before graves graze your crackling mange.
Leafless tree, means time to sleep.
Food he keeps, his storage stays steep.
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We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart
Its astart
What we need is awareness we cant get careless
Mental self defensive fitness
Make everybody see in order to fight the powers that be
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VanderGraafKommandöh
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Posted: July 22 2006 at 22:31 |
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That's cool! I like the way the verses rhyme in the middle and the way you've used a form of alliteration.
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