A Texan poetry reading

[TexanZeppo256]

I know it's nothing nearly as deep nor as beautifully poetic as some of the other stuff on this board, *cough*kiwi*cough* but I was really shaken up tonight, and I had to vent. Sorry. Hope it's ok.



"Travel" Part 1:



"You missed a stop sign"

Shit.

"See the big sign back there

with the word 'STOP' in bold letters?"

Yeah, I see it… behind me…

"Don't worry, you're doing great"

Great? I just ran a stop sign!

"Do you know where to turn at this light?"

Yeah: I don't.

"You turn left."

I do? Shit.

"Not at this light! The next light!"

Double Shit.

"Don’t run into him!"

I'm trying!

"It's OK, you're doing great."

What?

"You need to relax:

You'll get into an accident

If you don't relax."

Balance, I know.

Shut up and let me-

"I don't think he's going to turn."

I do.

"You're doing fine, really."

Please don't touch me.

"I just think that if you relax

then you won't get into an accident,

or bite peoples' heads off."

You think that was

'biting your head off'?

"Try shifting into second to slow down."

Or I could try the brakes…

"See? Shifting into second helped!"

That and the brakes…

"You really need to relax."

And you're helping that SO much.

"You did great."







"Travel" Part 2:



When has riding this thing EVER helped me calm down?

Funny, I vaguely recall being scared when I first rode one of these.

But not THAT scared.

Never THAT scared.

She asked me if I wanted to get my permit…

I told her not really. And it was true.

I was scared before I even got behind the wheel.

Granted, not nearly as scared as when SHE was there, but still…

Am I always this scared? Of doing new things?

Yes.

No question.

Absolutely.

Shut up you.

Make me.

Heh, no wonder I don't have a girlfriend.

What was it that guy said in the movie?

"Beneath this calm exterior is a yellow streak a mile wide"?

I guess that's me.

Better safe than sorry.

Better scared than dead.

Or worse…

Real mature, R. Real mature.

Shut up you.

What? It's true, isn't it?

…

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T: Ego tam aberraveram...

W: Te repperi. Semper te reperiam.



(Translated from "The Gift")

Edited by: TexanZeppo256 at: 6/27/03 2:15 pm

[SJ]

Great writing

[TexanZeppo256]

Hi y'all. This one's shorter than the last one, but it's also got an actual meter to it. Which one it is, I have no clue, but I was counting syllables (if that's the word for 'em). Anyway, hope it's ok.



"Life"



Am I alive? I know that I'm

Breathing, thinking, awake, aware,

But isn't that simply existing?

Does being alive mean being

In love? If so, then, really, I'm

Dead. A live corpse. Waiting to die.

Kind've like a vamp, only with more blood.

Or is that less? How should I know?



Yes, I love my family, even

my sister, but I'm not in love.

Never have been. And the cynic

in me says I never will be.

Is it as simple as that? All

realists are dead, all romantics

are alive, no middle ground or

shades of grey? Logic dictates no...



but if that's true, then why do I

feel so empty? So alone? So...



...lifeless?

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T: Ego tam aberraveram...

W: Te repperi. Semper te reperiam.



(Translated from "The Gift")

Edited by: TexanZeppo256 at: 6/27/03 7:47 pm

[kiwi6969]

Hey Tex....can I call you that?.........



What does one say???.....*blushes*Thank you ...



Oh and close call aye? very scarey, pleased that you are ok...

As for your poems great......I want to see some more.



ok gonna go and post......





kiwi

we are all lips in life sucking on one big nipple ~ kiwi6969

[SJ]

I like your style of writing

[tiredsoul]

Wow ... those were great. Each powerful in its own right. I'm kind of without words here. In a good way, mind you. And I have to pick my favorite part, although that was difficult to choose ...

Quote:

---

All realists are dead, all romantics are alive, no middle ground or shades of grey?

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Thanks for sharing.



--celia

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When innocence is shattered
... madness is inevitable
www.gotlicky.com

[TexanZeppo256]

SJ: Glad you like it! I got more coming and hopefully it'll be as good as the stuff I've posted so far.



kiwi: Sure: Tex is fine. Awww... I made kiwi blush. Go me! Yeah, I'm glad that I'm OK too! And from one poet to another, I'm glad you like 'em.



tiredsoul: Wow. Thanks! I've never made anyone really speechless before. I'm kinda curious: If I may ask, why'd you choose that selection?



Got another one fresh off the press. Wrote this one while on a camping trip that I just came back from- under the light of an actual campfire no less! So you can guess where the inspiration for both the poem and title come from. Hope y'all like!







"Campfire Dreams"



Fire.



A hot, swirling vortex of life and death shooting countless little flecks of light towards their sky-bound bretheren.



Noisy.



I thought that the outdoors were supposed to be quiet, but they're not.



I wonder what its like to make love out here?



The only things to watch our silhouettes, the trees.



The only light to see our glistenting faces by, the fire.



The only sound to interupt our sweet nothings, the crikets.



When we come, whispering our names into the other's ear, the only thing to look at, the stars reflected in our eyes.



And when I finally wake from that beautiful dream, cold and alone, the only thing to taste, the saline from my tears.

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T: Ego tam aberraveram...

W: Te repperi. Semper te reperiam.



(Translated from "The Gift")

Edited by: TexanZeppo256 at: 6/22/03 5:39 pm

[kiwi6969]

Tex!!! wonderful, insightful and fool of passion....WOW

I sooo love your poems......



I want more and I want them NOW..









kiwi

we are all lips in life sucking on one big nipple ~ kiwi6969

"shes out ther,our souls have meet,our hearts have meet,just not ourselves"

[YMKA]

I love it

Remember...believe

[SJ]

Wow great poem

[tiredsoul]

Quote:

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All realists are dead, all romantics are alive, no middle ground or shades of grey?

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Why did I choose that selection? Not sure exactly. It jumped out at me I think, because I could understand it. To me, it was the essence of the poem, what brought it together. But I suppose that is what I like about poetry ... what it means to one person can mean a whole different thing to another.



--celia

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When innocence is shattered
... madness is inevitable
www.gotlicky.com

[TexanZeppo256]

kiwi: Thanks kiwi. You're the second person that I know of whose described me as passionate, and as always, its nice to hear it. And I doubt that I can give y'all a poem every hour on the hour, but I'll try to keep the posting fairly regular.



YMKA: Glad you like. And I'll try to. I just gotta convince that god-awful voice in my head to believe as well.



SJ: I aim to please. [takes a bow]



tiredsoul: But of course; poetry wouldn't be any fun otherwise! I never thought of that line like that before, but now that you mention it, I can see how that would fit. It does serve as the climax of the poem, doesn't it?



Here's another poem. This issue has been brewing in my mind for a couple of days, and I fig'd that I might as well articulate my thoughts onto "paper". Hope y'all like!







"Purity"



"Lust: -- n. 1. sexual desire or appetite. 2. uncontrolled or illicit sexual desire or appetite; lecherousness. 3. a passionate or overmastering desire."



"Love: -- n. 1. the profoundly tender or passionate affection for a person. 2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection. 3. affectionate concern for the wellbeing of others."



2 things: So very similar, and yet so completely different.



Idealize one and despize the other, but the good cannot be attained without the bad.



How can something so tawdry, so hormonal, so... mindless... lead to something so pure and so beautiful?



How can something that is nothing more than the act of two sweating, rutting bodies evolve into an expression of the most elegant and effulgent, for lack of a better word, thing known to man?



Is my lack of one due to the loathing of the other?



Most likely.



And yet I cannot convince myself that to embrace the impure, the tainted, can ever possibly be or even lead to anything remotely good.



Am I, myself, tainted, impure, for believeing something that would deny me something so wonderful as...



Probably.



And will you ever shut up?



Nope.



... So this is what it's like to be a hermit, eh?

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T: Ego tam aberraveram...

W: Te repperi. Semper te reperiam.



(Translated from "The Gift")

Edited by: TexanZeppo256 at: 6/25/03 8:42 pm

[kiwi6969]

Ryan....Wow....that stimulated my sences.....ha I bet you didn't expect that did you??? Once again Ryan another beautiful heartfelt poem.....thank you....







kiwi

we are all lips in life sucking on one big nipple ~ kiwi6969

"shes out ther,our souls have meet,our hearts have meet,just not ourselves"

[SJ]

Wonderful poem

[TexanZeppo256]

kiwi: Nope, I WASN'T expecting that! Lol! Thank you very much, though I'm not sure how "poetic" it is. YOUR stuff, now that's poetic!



SJ: As always, happy not to have offended: Thanks!



Sorry YMKA, I know this isn't what you had in mind when we talked, but alas, the Muse knows know no limits.



Inspired by a conversation including YMKA.







"Love Yourself"



Why do they keep saying that?



'Love yourself'? You don't even like yourself.

You're a prick! Figuratively AND literally!



Will you shut up! I have a hard enough time dealing

With things as they are so-



Ohh yes, please forgive me, I had forgoten what a

Tough life you live in your 2 story air-

Conditioned house with a pool. Silly me.



You know what I mean.



Oh come off your high horse you asshole! I listen to

You whine all day long and it makes me sick! "Wah

Wah wah, I don't have a girlfriend, wah wah wah, I

Have a bitchy sister, wah wah wah." You whine and

You whine and you whine until I want to put a gun

To our head!



Well it's not a goddamn cake-walk!



Jesus fucking Christ! Aren't YOU the one who

Always says that there is no such thing as a cake-

walk?



Yeah, well-



When are you going to get it through your thick

skull R: NOBODY GIVES A SHIT!



You do.



I don't really have a choice in the matter. Otherwise

I would've bailed a LONG time ago.



Great. So you're gonna make things miserable for

Both of us just because you're stuck here. NOW

Who's the mature one?



Shut up.

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T: Ego tam aberraveram...

W: Te repperi. Semper te reperiam.



(Translated from "The Gift")

Edited by: TexanZeppo256 at: 6/27/03 8:09 pm

[SJ]

Great writing

[kiwi6969]

Hey Ryan...well that was different....umm not really my type of poem but you wrote it well.......









kiwi

we are all lips in life sucking on one big nipple ~ kiwi6969

"shes out ther,our souls have meet,our hearts have meet,just not ourselves"

[TexanZeppo256]

SJ: You'll like pretty much anything no matter how dark it gets, won't you? Lol. Thanks though. It's always nice to hear a compliment.



kiwi: Something tells me that was the understatement of the century. But you always manage to find the good amongst the rubble, the diamond in the rough. I like that in a person. You're a true romantic. Always a good thing.



I know that the last poem was just a tad bit dark, so I decided to lighten things up on this thread by digging through some of my old poems from my earlier days at school. Hope y'all like 'em better than the last one.



BTW: These are dedicated to you, Terri.







"The School Girl" Part 1:



At first you were just a pretty girl

With nice hair, a pretty shade of black,

Shoulder-length, with the cutest curls.

I always sat behind you, facing to your back.

What happened next, you ask?

You turned around, and we met, face to face.

It was then that in your beauty I did bask,

and felt my heart beating at a ferocious pace.







"The School Girl" Part 2:



With a grace unlike any other,

Both in limber legs and a heart so tender,

I fear you have danced into my heart.

Though you may not yet know my feelings for you,

feelings seeping out old wounds from a past I can't forget,

you already take kindly to me, and day by day,

step by step, I come closer to a love that will stay.

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T: Ego tam aberraveram...

W: Te repperi. Semper te reperiam.



(Translated from "The Gift")

[SJ]

If it's well written,doesn't matter how dark it is

Like the variation in your poems

[YMKA]

Hey Zep

I read it....and it says a lot

[kiwi6969]

Ryan... thats more like it*grins* romantic yes I am....

that first poem reminds me of me at school....both beautifuly written and thank you...*hugs*







kiwi

we are all lips in life sucking on one big nipple ~ kiwi6969

"shes out ther,our souls have meet,our hearts have meet,just not ourselves"

[TexanZeppo256]

SJ: Props, man, props. And thanks about the variety thing: I always thought of it as a reflection of our shiczoprhenia... or is that "my"?



YMKA: You know, I KNEW those funny looking letters arranged like that had to have SOME sort of meaning...



kiwi: Aww... hugs! Wow. I didn't know you used to be a guy back in highschool...



This next 'work' isn't nearly as wordy as before, in fact its not even poetry. I present to y'all...



"A Wax Portrait"







Although YMKA already knows... or did... what the different colors stand for, I'll let the rest of y'all guess what the meanings are. So no telling anyone Marinka!



Hope y'all like my 'first' non-verbal (and very abstract) work'o'art! Later.

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T: Ego tam aberraveram...

W: Te repperi. Semper te reperiam.



(Translated from "The Gift")

[SJ]

I like your wax portrait

[Drumbly]

Hey there Tax,



I love that wax art! really neat! lovely colors, i will find out the meaning of the colors you use ghehe *evil grins*

So okay, keep on doing the great job, you rule doing it!



Love: Jesse/Drmbly

Me: "..I fall for you more everyday i live.."

Kattie: "..Hey, i told you to becareful and look where you walk[/b]

[YMKA]

Zep )))



Okay....here it goes....so... the red is for.....the green is for.... ohh....I know...the blue is for... no....oh...damn....

You said it when it was 4 AM IN THE MORNING!!!!!!!! )))

But I do remember

[fidds]

hey ryan - i like the way you write , it's different and i really like it - your wax picture's cool - keep up the good work



*hannah*

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I just needed someone to talk to, you were just too busy with yourself, you were never there for me to express how i felt ,i just stuffed it down- *STAIND -FADE*

[TexanZeppo256]

SJ: As always, glad you like!



Drumbly: I'm happy that it came out ok. And put that evil grin away, cause I'm not going to tell you what the meanings are: You'll just have to guess! MUWAHAHAHA-HAAAAACK *cough* *cough* *cough* ahem. 'Scuse me.



YMKA: Hi Marinka! You're right... it WAS 4am in the morning. Sorry But I'm glad that you remembered.



fidds: Thanks! I always liked being different. For the life of me I have no idea why, but I always did. Still do! And very pleased that you like.



Well folks, here's another work of art from the "studio": It's just a little poem, nothing fancy or anything like that. Hope y'all like!







"Passion"



An Angel once said that the one

Thing that separates life from death

Is passion. From order is wrought

Chaos and reborn from chaos

Is order, but through passion and

Passion alone may this process

Come to pass. If this is true, then

Where can one find the true face of

Passion?



Is it in the gleam of the wild

Eyes of a warrior as he

Charges headlong unto the fierce

Melee? Is it upon the tear-

Stained cheeks of a lonely mother

Searching for her lost child? Is

it amidst the fury of the

Scorned? Is it carried on the wind

of a whisper from a lover's

red lips?



It has been said that I myself

Know passion. Yet I know not the

Grip of steel in my hand, glowing

From the heat of battle. I know

Not the emptiness that only

A woman without her child

Can feel. I know not the searing

Pain that comes of an intimate

Betrayal. And I know not the

Quickening of the pulse that only

the ardent lover can inspire.



So how is this possible? Can

I know passion if I know not

Its true face? Or am I and all

That I have become nothing more

Than entropy?

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T: Ego tam aberraveram...

W: Te repperi. Semper te reperiam.



(Translated from "The Gift")

[SJ]

Wow

[fidds]

WOW...... - wow Ryan! you're really talented .. this was excellent! , thank you for sharing - hope to see more soon



*hannah*

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I just needed someone to talk to, you were just too busy with yourself, you were never there for me to express how i felt ,i just stuffed it down- *STAIND -FADE*

[kiwi6969]

Ryan....that was ok I guess..





no it was great loved it....umm this art work though *thinks* na loved that too....*smiles*



kiwi

we are all lips in life sucking on one big nipple ~ kiwi6969

"shes out ther,our souls have meet,our hearts have meet,just not ourselves"