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Tue Mar 30, 2010 6:00 pm
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Explosive_Pen says...



Oxygen is what I need
To live and bond
With carbon-based diamonds
With the number twelve for normal
And fourteen for glowing green.
A big red O on the periodic table
Of the terminally unstable.
On it's own it can't exist,
But add a two and there,
You see, you hear,
And everything is magic
With life hanging by
A delicately gaseous
Holding of the hands.
Add a three and oh,
It's poison in the summer,
Because three is a triangle
On a barrel of toxic waste.
Yes.
Three's always been a crowd,
And three's the hole we had to fix.
And darling, darling,
I need oxygen
To fix the hole you ripped.
"You can love someone so much...But you can never love people as much as you can miss them."
  





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Tue Mar 30, 2010 6:25 pm
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Hypocrit says...



likes pictures", once he took her words
and snapped them from the air, bended them
backwards, made them cave, made them eat
their sentences, stuck them to a canvas
used a turkey baster to suck her veins,
spit over a white cloud

"Hey, that one looks like you!"

A little abstract, like the way I mean
"Sorry" when I say "I'll be back later"
or the way we mean "It's been awhile" when we say "Hi"
or the way we mean guilt when we use God, or the way
we ask forgiveness to stone, instead of
skin, lusting to be forgiven.

"Take this
fragile
from my hands."

"What is it?"

"A black and white scrapbook,
give it to that boy, he-
You know how dumb the average guy is, right? Well, mathematically, by definition, half of them are even dumber than that.
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Thu Apr 01, 2010 5:26 pm
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Hypocrit says...



Hip-Hop, anyone?

Osiris rises to a dead beach

Christ, I've Had It

It's a death sentence, penance
a blemish to finish famish sinking skin
titanic frantic beginning to sting
the ocean floor bored with binge

ring this orthodox merit like a church bell
siren higher rising the angel's hairs
that aviation wading in the sun's glare
Icarus is game, fare for every madman's stare

falcon, pick this flesh from bone
rotten, cosmic atum moon shone through
your two tone blues chrome hued
steel strung too loose, fret

coptic prostate, whoredom dumb dyalisis
skippin stones to filter piss, you see that soul
weighted at the neck, more broken poems, water-log epitome

I cross that nile, burst like a vein
hold the valley with my reign,
irrigation lain flat,
built this mausoleum like a heart-attack
slowly, brick by brick by QUICK!
emergency, this tower's bleeding,
and the mask is fixed,

But everything's golden,
don't panic as the manic men in trench-coats hem
the skittish flem to skin like denim, e
mbalmed in
leach saliva,
closed in,
lypotherapy on a skeleton

suck marrow, hollow bones entombed in iron-caste woes,
moaning mess, martyr muddled cry, pidgeon-hole fly-by
"why god why??" circle step steep, vulture's slept to creep
the corpse-king, stalked by sunlight, wringing
blind to this new eye,
"is this the same son?"

nah, but you can welcome yourself to the new religion.
Last edited by Hypocrit on Thu Apr 01, 2010 5:44 pm, edited 3 times in total.
You know how dumb the average guy is, right? Well, mathematically, by definition, half of them are even dumber than that.
JR ‘Bob’ Dobbs

TW's Red Cross Blue Shield. A CRITIQUE FOR EVERY YWSIAN!
  





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Thu Apr 01, 2010 5:39 pm
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Hannah says...



well this tea is nice but what I really want is some candy
from that man dressed up as the easter bunny because he can't show his own face.
I wonder how creepy he is and what people he knows,
if his girlfriend would kiss him through the nose or
if that would be bestiality,
if he wouldn't mind or if he'd like it.
I wonder if he sits alone and cooks easy mac because
he's too scared to ask his girlfriend to cook for him, scared of the jokes
and the prejudice, but it's just as fervent against him,
and he sits like a baby bird with an open mouth
waiting for the sustenance that will never come
even though the macaroni noodles drop in one by one.
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Thu Apr 01, 2010 5:54 pm
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More rap

curdled cusp,
break down this town to dust
some spontaneous combust, I trust
fire to burn, I trust worms to squirm
I trust boots to crush
soundbooth bill-lusts

I walk raggedy-ann, yarn for hair and hands
draped, bandana tanned, ants are my fans
spit this flow to the ground, free-fall
free-form, fractal-verse, perform
hearse-headed for the dogma bedded lead-heads.

spit simultaneous quips so viscious (salute miraculous spit fictitious)
I rip latter day saints to vice-sins (lit batter made molotov paved ambition)
aim schism like fire breath (little prism like love, ignite light!)
ignite sight, photon fucked falsetto met
dirt caved lung

hung quips miraculous, I, fictitious saint
made a molotov ambition, paved. aim schism (stone throw away)
ignite prism like star-to-light lung
breath fire, yogi love-gun, sight fucked
falsetto cave met

with a voice of choice (stone throw away, stone throw away)
echo murder-me free from causality, this reverb
mobius repeat, loop bass track, anthrax, my syntax
culls herds with a BOOM-BAP
the rat-a-tat-tat of

(lulz, work, cutting this short.)
You know how dumb the average guy is, right? Well, mathematically, by definition, half of them are even dumber than that.
JR ‘Bob’ Dobbs

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Fri Apr 02, 2010 12:26 am
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Urban says...



The House of God has been abandoned,
and the veil of the temple rent.
The cackling skies, the smiling hills
desert us for the lent.
And here we sit for all our doom,
awaiting our descent.
Upon the end of all that is,
no time to make amends.
Reserved for utter nonsense.
  





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Fri Apr 02, 2010 5:07 pm
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Hypocrit says...



There's music in that wheeze, exhale
steady metronome of a tired lung,
inhale nicotine bullets from a fitlered gun
the slow click of breath,
the way the chest sinks,
the lids droop, and they eyes...

"rest in peace",
quoted from a quotient of
gravestone leash-hung ghost-tongues,
whispering dead leave tantrums.
Anthem rises like a hum, sets like the sun
into the earth.

Here we feast
on an eternally rising boredom,
chewing power leads to T.V.s
planting landmines in our feet to fall free
anything to bleed, anything at all,
anything to pretend we've built our walls.

The dead eat themselves too.
The dead freeze hell's hues,
let the pupil spew nude light
till it swallows the room, the world, the night
the dues payed, coin paved dimmers
blank stare swallowing the next family dinner

simmer stomach squirm, this is the taste
all of you will burn, soaked in waste
the way you came into this world,
umbillical pace inching earthworm fate,
the way you'll get your turn,
eternities lace knotting your face
exhale bullet breath to a stave,
blank with fate.
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Fri Apr 02, 2010 9:52 pm
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Hannah says...



he says he's afraid to get his hair cut
because when the movies play and the heroes cut their hair,
it means they're hiding or warping or dying.
for the longest time, i hid from my mother and wanted to cut my hair.
it was long and grew raspy like voices with too much smoke,
so i never brushed it and tried to punish it by curling it up
and hiding it behind my head.

one day i decided to cut it and leave it behind and somehow
it kept me myself instead of letting me drift off to be a slut.
somehow it fit me better than my jeans did, so that i felt
that if i walked naked in the mist, my hair would stick out
between the water molecules and proclaim "i am here. i am hair."
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Mon Apr 05, 2010 7:49 pm
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Hypocrit says...



Moments before the aluminum hail:

I run to ruins, and it invites me
with open arms. It turns to kiss me,
embraces my lips, then swallows me whole.

Then, the sky falls
in pieces. The shrapnel
stares through mmy skin
like the angry sun
beating my back.

After:

A dull child plays with a bit of finger
found carelessly carressing some alley.
A girl weaves crop circles
in denim skin.
A bell's
toll; the bullet's ring.

(beauty in the beast, that wedded mess)
You know how dumb the average guy is, right? Well, mathematically, by definition, half of them are even dumber than that.
JR ‘Bob’ Dobbs

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Tue Apr 06, 2010 4:23 pm
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Breathing chords,
steady as her voice pours,
one piano note held
from the tips of her tongue
to the tip of her fingers;

perfect pitch.
A hypnotist, all the words
scrabbling to narrate images they don't own,
images you hold, sitting quietly,
waiting for an excuse to explode
into tears.

And with every chord you feel her voice
building behind your eyes.
And with every beat you feel her lungs
steady as your hearts reprise.
You weren't alive

moments ago. But now
a scratchy record
makes a melody to
some collage held in your chest,
and with every breath you hold it,
and have held it so long
that it's collected into a puzzle, monstrous.

Breathing chords, you exhale memory,
let it go, float to God.
Breathing chords, you cry,
and like thunder your cheeks bloom,
the avalanche lighting your eyes.
You know how dumb the average guy is, right? Well, mathematically, by definition, half of them are even dumber than that.
JR ‘Bob’ Dobbs

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Tue Apr 06, 2010 4:44 pm
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I keep wondering why my skirts ride up between my legs
and why I keep having to pull them down every three steps,
because I don't walk around and watch other girls
pull skirts out from between their legs just because they were walking.
But then I suppose that all I see are ladies in suits,
baggy pants that they cut and pull and bring to other women
to alter so they fit better, so they can fit into being men.
I walk past the mask-shops and pull my skirt down and stop
so I can look through the clean windows at the workers who
take down the androgennequins and slip flesh masks over their heads, shouting,
"For every lip a mustache! For every chin a beard! For every hand a beer!
We are MEN we are MEN we are MEN!"
And I suppose the reason I don't see skirts is because they disappeared,
driven into hiding in thrift shops and garbage cans out of fear,
the fear that difference means inferiority and money is the only determinant.
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Wed Apr 07, 2010 11:29 pm
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Hypocrit says...



LetterLove

I'm sick with passion.
When you left, all your words
and glances and moments
so divine and beautiful,
too articulate for speach,
crawled up from the floor
like some Japanese horror show
and possessed my stomach.

I'm sick with passion.
I rock back and forth next to
this cold monitor and cuddle it's
face pretending there are
bodies which breath, give warmth,
and eat on the other side
of the screen.

I'm sick with passion.
When you left, not wanting to writhe
slowly, I picked myself off the floor
and threw myself at the walls, and
bounced, raggedy anned with emotion,
unable to cough anything but your name.

I'm sick with passion.
I'm burning up.
I hate this.
I hate this.
I hate this.

Words won't do me justice,
yours never did.
You know how dumb the average guy is, right? Well, mathematically, by definition, half of them are even dumber than that.
JR ‘Bob’ Dobbs

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pain is that feeling when you are feeling hurt, but it never goes away leaving me hurt. oh it hurts.
— Dragonthorn