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08-12-2002, 11:19 PM
I am leaving this forum for reasons that are my own, but I wanted to leave something in my wake. Something that will be remembered long after I am forgotten in these forums. For the Poet, the Artist, the Writer and the Philosopher; please use this section to share your ideas, works and emotions with others. If we do not attempt to understand the unknown by whatever means excessable to us, then we were dead from the day that we were born. Live and evolve!

The Original Echo

Transmit the voices in your head to God
or was it the other way around
everything is the one and yet distant
mimicking the layered reverberations of the original
each time becoming immensely distorted
grotesque and monstrous
in a combine mangled incompetence
removal of the epidermis
results in renewal of the planetary garden
the original sound is eternity
with every soul being an original echo
that in turn is born to the identity of a form
and the echo is further extended
the mutation of the absolute
founded by the ripples of water
crashing back down upon the distant shores
How many lightbulbs does it take
to get back to the original echo?

International Dawn

Nuclear winter
home in the home town
Standard insect in the kevlar machine
shard like memories jabbing into his limbs
as you played with your toys
A savage rape on all fronts
Can God take you this far?
Is this a good thing?
Claim your stake in the world
claim a snake as a pet
between you and your voice
the work will only be half as much
Divorce yourself at the sight of yourself
and torture the candy
that seductively removes it's outer layer
The lights have no dominance here
so open your eyes to the knots in reality
held hostage by the echoes of movement
glued to the tissue and fluids of fissures
The gentle kiss of love
radioactive dopamine hooked up to the bed frame
Is it a house in which you will live your life
or is the future through your hand
on a direct route to the sun

Insurrection Against Epigenesis

Europa held its arms around the newspaper stand
all the while thinking of mother
knitting skullcaps a million miles from here
Resident children vandalize the fortune teller
carving lines to construct the future
disregarding the ocean cascading from her hands
The formaldehyde filled moon dreams of youth
of revolting against the sun
driving to the department store
to shoplift some dark glasses
Dream inside the dead pale
for life excels at life
Methodreen and the twenty fourth hour
Put God back
if you can remember where you hid him
and rumble towards the nearest cardinal sin
Half a holy man sprouting from a tree
unable to delegate power
with the trigger glued in fast forward
and when the wino tastes like menthol
it's just the remnants of a fiberglass society
but never a naked birth
So voice away your self defense
and choose to choose
or did you sell your soul one to many times
This room will change your shape
if you peal away the winter's cloth
I no longer hold the years within my throat
The empirical clock
who restricts the massive cure hemorrhage
needs not only to be thrown out the window
but also loved by a steamroller
Can you push the rain away
while standing in the rain

The Raincoat You Call Home

She gives birth to the colours in the rainbow
spewing birds from the cores of her eyes
Open the doors and let be bathe in this
Let me be purified of test-tube longevity
and all of the madness that I have ever thiuwed upon
could never have prepared me for this strangeness
the energy that emanates from her lips
cascading down her body
spilling like roots into absolution
swirling in the air as if she was own my breath
Teach me to sing with your strength
and I'll show you how to fight the impossible
all the while with unwavering faith by your side
clean my hands of the blood in this world
and I'll be the raincoat you call home
catch me when I stumble
and I'll introduce you to solidified fate
grow slender angel wings
and I'll sprout a tiger's tail
become God
and so will I

There is so much more to living than a movie, please remember that.


08-12-2002, 11:49 PM
These are very good. Farewell, Jonna.

08-13-2002, 12:57 AM
Jonna, wonderfully expressive stuff you've presented here. I don't just mean these poems, either. Your posts have always been very expressive, leading the readers to believe we know you better than we really do.
It's been a real pleasure, I for one have enjoyed immensely your e-presence. Im hoping that you'll come back to us (after an absence long enough to deal with whatever it is you need to deal with) to once again entertain us with your wit - and more importantly to challenge us to be more than we often demand ourselves to be.
On behalf of the forum, thanks.

08-13-2002, 02:04 AM
Leaving? You just got here 3 months ago. :cry:

08-13-2002, 07:14 AM
Now who am I gonna fight? :cry:

08-13-2002, 12:43 PM
Is it a stream of consciousness or a diatribe of pretensions?

I prefer the more accessible poetry. If you want to get into introspective navel-gazing (like so many US films since 11/9 :evil: ) try the following by T S Eliot; Rhapsody on a windy night, The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock; by Samuel Taylor Coleridge The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Kubla Khan and Frost at Midnight.

For a nice bit of prohibition partying, you could do worse than Wallace Steven's Emperor of Ice Cream and my personal favourite, Ted Hughes' Pike. I used to have one of these babies as a pet and the poem describes it perfectly

Why not make this into an artsy fartsy thread, non? :)

jeddah :kiss: