passing

i feel as if i am drifting along
feverishly unaware of my surroundings
that casually bypass my position
my mind is empty now
the flames eating up all consciousness
needs are no longer wanted
nothing all that i want
the pounding in my head
reverberates the beating in my chest
echoes growing weaker now
nature neutralizing me
as my warmth enters the atmosphere

Theme for… whatever.

To any readers eagerly anticipating this week’s theme (as tomorrow is only a day away): This week the three of us will be writing poetic postmodernist critiques on postmodernism. In other words, we’re taking a break. We will, however, be convening this weekend for a poetry-moot wherein we will spend hours discussing everyting and deciding nothing.

“The Hitchhiker’s Guide to a New Society.”

So, I had this idea which inspired the theme: take a piece of literature and turn it on its head. I guess I could have specified this, but I wanted to see what the others at KGB would come up with. Here is my own: a mash-up of ideas ranging from The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy to a simple revolution. You know, no biggie. Anyhow, read, enjoy the company of my words, & take away as you will.

Due to formatting, I am again posting on Rapidshare.
Here is the link: “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to a New Society.”

/G

Spacium

http://rapidshare.com/files/249873203/Lazarus.pdf

Theme for 6/28

do the twist.

/GT

SEAMSTRESS

Her hands make the flesh of my neck tingle

Before igniting a feverish burn that

Spreads to my every fiber.

Capable of molding me to her every whim,

She needs no blueprint;

Experience has taught her that it won’t be

Long now, and my shape begins to take form.

Eyes glaze over like a fine French pastry,

Delicat(essen)ly designed for optimal flavor.

Her influence has made me believe that I am not

Alone;

Others exist, both in this world and the next.

She is calm tonight. The moonlight reflects and

I see her in a new light; David Blane’s tricks

Are miniscule in her lens.

Only she can find a way to keep me from

Remembering to forget the bad times;

My body craves the best of her,

And I know even(tually) she will have to consent.

I pray that day will come soon,

For I fear she may think I’m too needy;

Life is hard when you’ve hit thirty/a dead end job/the wall,

But she makes me forget about my shortcomings/past/pain.

I think she’s figured this out.

She’s been asking a lot of me lately,

And tonight she said she wants to see the stars.

I borrow a neighbor’s car and drive

Until there is no more light, just a shower of sparks

Raining from above.

I want to show her how much she means to me,

So I get out of the car and take her to my third story roof

The stars came to life and danced for us

With shapes and colors; Silent Fireworks.

Her hand grips me tight, and I think this could be it!

Tonight she’ll finally fall for me!

She whispers in my ear and sends shivers down my spine;

I swear I’d sprout wings if her hands would will it.

There is a passion in her voice that I’ve never heard before,

Surely she knows I would attend her every word.

I tell her that, when I’m with her, I feel that I could fly,

And she convinces me to try.

As my toes let go of the shingles, I tell her that

I am her cloth, she is the needle, and my only wish is that,

Someday,

Her stitches will make me into a masterpiece.

“The She-Wolf.”

Again, due to some slight yet significant limitations on WordPress, I have uploaded my contribution to Rapidshare. As a matter of point, I should remind of the theme: “Space – the final frontier. Go where no man has gone before.” To the first half I set my purpose. To the second half I took liberty, focusing instead on where man has already been. That said, enjoy.

“The She-Wolf.”

Accompanied (optional, but recommended) listening.

Topic for week of 6/21

After a week’s hiatus for our own various reasons, we are boldly returning this week. The topic, this week the brainchild of Kyle, is as follows:

Space – the final frontier. Go where no man has gone before.

Cheers,
/G

S(light) of hand & the art of mis-direction.”

Finally got my computer up & running again! So, five or so days late, I’m making my post. Formatting being an issue for this edition as well – I will follow Brett’s example. My poem can be downloaded & subsequently viewed here:

http://rapidshare.com/files/245388182/S_light_.pdf

P.S. do we have a topic for this week?

Aevum

I think that, unless you guys have any objections, I will continue posting my poems as Rapidshare links because it keeps my formatting and allows me to be more creative with the aesthetic aside from the literary.

http://rapidshare.com/files/243965722/Aevum.pdf