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<eventtime>2011-08-03 12:40:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2011-08-03 16:40:40</logtime>
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Ode to the 5 minute poem I wrote on OK Cupid to impress a random girlI haven't even met.
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By Emmit Other A woman is a wonder Though words are oft as well Tis the call to craft that often acts Where poems go to dwell Pursed lips And raven hair A closed eyed Rapturous waiting stare In praise of stars And atoms split Patents pending In holy writ That which inspires The soul of man Rising up To say I can! The tide has turned And so the moon In tidal locked Gravitic typhoon Now brings the end To metaphoric day And all the rest I have to say.
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<itemid>134885</itemid>
<eventtime>2011-08-10 22:01:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2011-08-11 02:02:30</logtime>
<subject>Oh What Fickle Fate</subject>
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Emmit Other I'm dancing and I'm laughing And I'm Howling at the Moon For want of a nail The kingdom went to Reno And didn't pay its alimony As it sailed to Byzantium And bounced the check it wrote For the stereo you sold it On that fine Saturday afternoon. You trusted it But it lied to you For Fate's a Fickle Bitch And rely in it At your own peril And never scratch that itch The subjective Is Subjective And is really where its at But humans have their limits Just stop and ask a cat When you've nowhere to go In particular The details don't matter Though the details are still quite relevant Unless you're quite the Hatter. Open doors And set forth Down any number of yellow brick roads Skip back and forth In as many realities as you like. You're ultimately the only witness on the journey And I applaud your willingness to set One foot in front of the other But sometimes its going to suck Because sometimes the objective pours in Through the window That some idiot left open So he could increase The air conditioning bill Or at least Because he thought he'd save five minutes To get to the store To get a six pack Or whatever it is That village idiots buy these days. But I digress I often do Sometimes that's the point But in this case The point is this Sometimes life is going to suck And no matter what your mastery of it Objective reality looks you coldly in the eye And says You won't. But the awesomeness that is you Just says Fuck you reality I'm going to keep going anyway And many great things are accomplished And you can marvel at them Forgetting the whole wormfood bit really Because that's everyone's problem To deal with sooner or later But inaquacy? Really? Who defines that. You are the only witness to your life. So take up your bindlestiff And hope the rail to destiny Because she's a lot kinder than fate. By a quarter mile at least. She's fickle As any of them are But a might kinder And honest in her expectations. Glory hai ho and away we go See you second star to the right And straight on till morning. Knowing wink Awkward pause Ironic Shrug Open the door Close the door. Walk down the stairs Start the car Start the GPS Get the hell out of dodge Enjoy the music along the way. Get there. It is what it is. That's all there is. There ain't no more. The end. Even when it isn't.
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<itemid>135092</itemid>
<eventtime>2011-08-12 14:55:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2011-08-12 18:55:42</logtime>
<subject>Every Gift But the One You Want</subject>
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by Emmit Other Tis a Cur And a Scoundrel That Spurs a Well Given Gift That which has value Is cherished And honored. The gift of voice To sooth the wounds of others To speak clear When it suites you To make thunder When the words must be heard. The gift of words To speak To know how to wax loquacious How to tame them And harvest them in any format You might choose Back and forth and back again To your heart’s content. A gift many would kill for. And foresight To see that which comes. And insight To understand that which is true. And thirst For that which is true For that which redeems For that which expands the spirit. And empathy To understand the truths of another To walk in their shoes And see through their eyes That one might be a better friend And height To change lightbulbs And be Frankenstein And make those with whom you walk Feel safe. And citizenship That one might have peace And liberty At the time and place Of one’s birth At a whim. And family, Giving, Loyal, Loving, Strong Large, Mighty, Diverse, Glorious Enduring, Caring, Sharing, And More Drama Than a barrel full of Shakespeares. More than this And more A veritable Santa’s book A dash of hubris But more gratitude for what you have But one cannot help nature At the one that got away The one that has always been sought And appears most elusive of all. Such is irony. Such is life.
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<itemid>135602</itemid>
<eventtime>2011-08-23 00:18:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2011-08-23 04:19:19</logtime>
<subject>The Singer and the Horror</subject>
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By Emmit Other and Redwin Tursor Prometheus Black A singer strong His eyes were dark And his shadow long. His heart was heavy With a void of ice And chains of sorrow By his own device. A thousand roads That lead to nowhere An astounding hope Of Somewhere Out There. Up again, up again, Never give up! A thousand daggers From a thousand cuts They aren't rejections Or wanton sluts The hearts of men And the tears of women Are far from present And far from certain There's no out out there Beyond the curtain. But you ask yourself Prometheus Black What it is You think you lack? Do you do the dance For love or money Or something greater Than a certain Honey. These are the questions That try men's souls Lingering sockets Or smouldering coals. An' then came a horror Across the land A tentacled thing Of displaced sand. A mound of flesh Wove through with shame And a hundred shafts Of pointless blame. It drove men mad Through draconic maw Left them gibbering quivering In deliberate awe. Melted minds And shattered hope Left them enslaved In its icy grope. And so the Singer Sought it out Because stupidity Was what he was about! On blackened steed The mimicked made Painted black Of a paler shade He took his voice And he took his lyre And sang at the thing Inciting fear. Not. Not at all. No, the creature was not broken And the creature did not flee But it was now quite amused At what it came to see. As a pathetic attempt To do it harm It had not at the least Of any sort of alarm. Prometheus tried then Singing harder Belief and hope His faithful ardor. With no set refrain It only earned him Dark disdain At the human vermin. It roared its fangs And sought to crush The amusement ended In a wistful rush. The singer fled Like a coward born And hid then in the rock Till morn. The village yon He'd come to save Now burned in ash Oh he was so brave. But something burst Inside the singer A declaritive disconnect Of fates cruel finger. Unpinned unlurched Now set free He rode his horse And proved to Be. The shifter of Many a sorted shape He donned a bloody Awful awesome cape. A hat of black A beard thick too The singer rushed The unsurly Grue. It turned around And unleashed the fire A surrounding halo The heat quite dire. Then the singer took A puppet small And mocked the shallow monster tall. With high pitched voice And a hint of rasp He put a pin In its icy grasp. As one by one Those around Began to laugh At the mocking sound. And without the fear From which he fed The horror turned And promptly fled. Now the Singer travels Far and wide The land sing of him With grateful pride. There are many opinions On the quality of his verse But none will deny him The lifting of the Curse. So raise a glass And toast the singer Stay a while, And perhaps he'll linger.
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<itemid>135688</itemid>
<eventtime>2011-08-25 00:28:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2011-08-25 04:29:44</logtime>
<subject>Shadows on Shadows</subject>
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by Redwin Tursor Pull a Crazy Ivan And fight the shadows With the shadows In the madness of the mind's eye. An insult never proffered Can never then offend And the response that never was Has no reason to defend But in the world of make believe Sometimes lies a shard of truth. What is, is what is What may be, may be. What never was, doesn't matter. Much.
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<itemid>135999</itemid>
<eventtime>2011-08-25 00:51:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2011-08-25 04:52:08</logtime>
<subject>Riposte</subject>
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By Emmit Other Paranoia Will Destroy Ya After a While Crocodile Enjoy your Box Goldilocks.
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<itemid>136240</itemid>
<eventtime>2011-08-26 00:02:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2011-08-26 04:03:03</logtime>
<subject>The Turning of the Year</subject>
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Unus , Duos, Three , Quattuor In Pipio Quinque per Quinque Quinque. Quinque est meus numerus. Annus de Dragon. Hailed per Challenges Quod Poena Ultra porta Pre se ferre Traho sursum ex Ocean Per a filia a Calliope Ictus Continuo. Annus est Prope Sursum. Quod Ultum venio. Canis quondam tener Adveho Iam adultus. Quod Perceptum Potentia. Potentia est non Meritus. Capitur. Est Donatus. Vel est No. Totus illa res Quod Magis Per Ritus Per Largior Per Oraculum Exorior Obvius Annus de Dragon Ita est Ita vadum exsisto. Veni in auxilium omnium indigetis. Honor autem est potentia regni est. Affinitas et symbola Relation et materia. Tu quis es iudicare Verum non prodere. Alios medendi te sanat. Haec fragmenta spiritus coniungantur.
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<itemid>136592</itemid>
<eventtime>2011-08-31 11:58:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2011-08-31 15:58:10</logtime>
<subject>The Anxiety of Shadows</subject>
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by Emmit Other Pass it through the looking glass On the other side of shadow Hours before the waking world awakes I see them spread before my eyes Accusing glances of I despise Confrontation beyond the ordinary stakes. Break. Break the pattern. As the eye moves from one world To another. Shatter. Shatter expectations Or the pattern that fate has in store. Like Orpheus I redescend Turning back all time The hours stop The clock is frozen In the clanking Before the sun rises Before the alarm sounds Before the breaking Before the waking That undoes the insights I now behold. Secrets long thought buried Are not hidden in your dreams For the one person you can never flee Is You. Talk to family Talk to friends Talk to reflections That do not end And some will always say the same. The stakes are high Could not be higher Yet you must cheat if you hope to win this game. Hark the tower Fight the power See the sights And know the knowing And heed the warning if you choose to make it so. Take the zen route if you can Expect nothing, that's the plan But we all know what they said of mice and men. Then it shatters The curtain tearing down Down Down Down Regurgitated from the rabbit hole Lingering sputters of dream stuff Still spasming about your soul As you shake them off And brush your teeth To go about your daily business.
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