Dedicated to James Douglas Morrison, the master of the abstract! It's Beautiful man!
Amye
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Do you know the warm progress
under the stars?
Do you know we exist?
Have you forgotten the keys
to the kingdom?
Have you been born yet
& are you alive?
Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths
of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
(Have you forgotten the lessons
of the ancient war)
We need great golden copulations
The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest
Our mother is dead in the sea
Do you know we are being led to
slaughters by placid admirals
& that fat slow generals are getting
obscene on young blood
Do you know we are ruled by T.V.
The moon is a dry blood beast
Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers
in the next block of green vine
amassing for warfare on innocent herdsmen
who are just dying
O great creator of being
grant us one more hour to
perform our art
& perfect our lives
The moths & atheists are doubly divine
& dying
We live, we die
& death not ends it
Journey we more into the
Nightmare
Cling to life
our passion'd flower
Cling to cunts & cocks
of despair
We got our final vision
by clap
Columbus' groin got
filled w/ green death
(I touched her thigh
& death smiled)
We have assembled inside this ancient
& insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life
& flee the swarming wisdom
of the streets
The barns are stormed
The windows kept
& only one of all the rest
To dance & save us
W/ the divine mockery
of words
Music inflames temperament
(When the true King's murderers
are allowed to roam free
a 1000 Magicians arise
in the land)
Where are the feasts
we were promised
Where is the wine
The New Wine
(dying on the vine)
resident mockery
give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight
& velvet hour
We of arabic pleasure's breed
We of sundome & the night
Give us a creed
To believe
A night of Lust
Give us trust in
The Night
Give of color
hundred hues
a rich Mandala
for me & you
& for your silky
pillowed house
a head, wisdom
& a bed
Troubled decree
Resident mockery
has claimed thee
We used to believe
in the good old days
We still receive
In little ways
The Things of Kindness
& unsporting brow
Forget & allow
Did you know freedom exists
in a school book
Did you know madmen are
running our prison
w/in a jail, w/in a gaol
w/in a white free protestant
Maelstrom
We're perched headlong
on the edge of boredom
We're reaching for death
on the end of a candle
We're trying for something
That's already found us
We can invent Kingdoms of our own
grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust
& love we must, in beds of rust
Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams
& muzak, AM, rocks their dreams
No black men's pride to hoist the beams
while mocking angels sift what seems
To be a collage of magazine dust
Scratched on foreheads of walls of trust
This is just jail for those who must
get up in the morning & fight for such
unusable standards
while weeping maidens
show-off penury & pout
ravings for a mad
staff
Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South
Cruel bindings
The servants have the power
dog-men & their mean women
pulling poor blankets over
our sailors
(& where were you in our
lean hour)
Milking your moustache?
or grinding a flower?
I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V.
Tower.
I want roses in
my garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
for the plant that's plowed
They are waiting to take us into
the severed garden
Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
comes death on a strange hour
unannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
& gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven's
claws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other Kingdom seems by far the best
until its other jaw reveals incest
& loose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a
feast of Friends
To the Giant family
Amye~
Chuck Lysaght
amys...@aol.com (Amye) wrote in message news:<20010702225159...@ng-mg1.aol.com>...
Amye
I will be glad to try and give you critique and comment but first
I will need you to put a star* next to the lines that you didn't lift
from Morrison.
That was JM poem, I posted it in dedication to his memory.
He died 30 ago to this day.
I think that is one of his best work by far!
: )
"Real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all!
the wild eyes! the holy yells!
They babe farewell!"....Howl
Allen Ginsberg
Mike Billard
news:20010703123330...@ng-ma1.aol.com...
> From: cyt...@my-deja.com (cythera):>wrote:Amye,
> I will be glad to try and give you critique and comment but first
> I will need you to put a star* next to the lines that you didn't lift
> from Morrison.
>
>
> That was JM poem, I posted it in dedication to his memory.
Do you even know what attribution is?
Amye
Do you know you have to be one of the strangest people I have ever encountered
on a ng?
What is wrong with you?
Are mentally ill?
Your absurdity is sort of amusing.
Why have you selected me to bash?
Your banter is more then any sane individual can take.
If you don't like my poetry who cares?
Good God all mighty, who cares?
Get over me!
~Amye
"By words we learn thoughts, and by thoughts we learn life."
~Jean Baptiste Girard
Mike Billard
> From: "Mike Billard" mbil...@erols.com :>Do you even know what
attribution is?
>
> Do you know you have to be one of the strangest people I have ever
encountered
> on a ng?
> What is wrong with you?
> Are mentally ill?
>
> Your absurdity is sort of amusing.
> Why have you selected me to bash?
> Your banter is more then any sane individual can take.
> If you don't like my poetry who cares?
> Good God all mighty, who cares?
> Get over me!
> ~Amye
Now be honest, who really wrote the above lines? Jim Morrison? Jim Carrey?
Cary Grant?
Dale Houstman
> From: "Mike Billard" mbil...@erols.com :>Do you even know what
attribution is?
>
> Do you know you have to be one of the strangest people I have ever
encountered
> on a ng?
> What is wrong with you?
> Are mentally ill?
>
> Your absurdity is sort of amusing.
> Why have you selected me to bash?
> Your banter is more then any sane individual can take.
> If you don't like my poetry who cares?
> Good God all mighty, who cares?
> Get over me!
We'd like to at this point, but it would be easier to get over you if you
would simply resign yourself to being six feet under.
dmh
Kenny Chaffin
amys...@aol.com says...
trys to make them cry. He's quite irritating that way and in his
rigidness.
Best,
KAC
--
Kenny A. Chaffin
KAC Website Design - http://www.kacweb.com
Custom/Contract Programming, Graphics, Design
Poetry Page: http://www.kacweb.com/poems/
Kenny Chaffin
and who wrote those Nin? Rimbaud? Williams? Who possesses your mind at
this moment?
Peter J Ross
news:MPG.15abf0c23...@news.dimensional.com...
> See my previous post wrt mr. mike. He finds a newbie and latches on
and
> trys to make them cry. He's quite irritating that way and in his
> rigidness.
I bet Mike says that to all the girls.
PJR :-)
--
I finished my first postable poem in weeks, OK? I'm relaxing, OK?
j r sherman
says...
children are always fascinated with Jim Morrison. it's the same fascination they
get from video games and MTV.
and think if they quote Ginsberg this makes them qualified to speak on the
subject.
god bless them.
most sincerely,
j r sherman
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gnarl
g.
"Amye" <amys...@aol.com> wrote in message
news:20010703123330...@ng-ma1.aol.com...
Kenny Chaffin
says...
Play nice or you have to go home!
Lynda
Kenny Chaffin wrote:
>
> In article <20010703163231...@ng-ma1.aol.com>,
> amys...@aol.com says...
> > From: "Mike Billard" mbil...@erols.com :>Do you even know what attribution is?
> >
> > Do you know you have to be one of the strangest people I have ever encountered
> > on a ng?
> > What is wrong with you?
> > Are mentally ill?
> >
> > Your absurdity is sort of amusing.
> > Why have you selected me to bash?
> > Your banter is more then any sane individual can take.
> > If you don't like my poetry who cares?
> > Good God all mighty, who cares?
> > Get over me!
> > ~Amye
> >
> >
> > "By words we learn thoughts, and by thoughts we learn life."
> > ~Jean Baptiste Girard
> >
> See my previous post wrt mr. mike. He finds a newbie and latches on and
> trys to make them cry. He's quite irritating that way and in his
> rigidness.
you WISH you knew about Mike's rigidness, don'tcha.
we already know, you don't have to say it.
:)
>
> Best,
> KAC
> --
> Kenny A. Chaffin
> KAC Website Design - http://www.kacweb.com
> Custom/Contract Programming, Graphics, Design
> Poetry Page: http://www.kacweb.com/poems/
Lynda
gnarl wrote:
>
> ...and you put your name at the bottom of it.
>
> g.
another plagiarist already?
maybe it's beauty123 come to revisit us.. ;)
nah.
L.