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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland 
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Apples The oracles shatter in my hands, splitting skin, blood let into a can. Mingling in fermented apples, I swallow down in nightly ritual. Arising after the third to churn out vomit to the carpet and into the halls. It all seems so pretty while under the influence. I’ve tried pleasure in illicitness then washed away in my own waste. The oracles shine in me then split to an empty organ. They hatch themselves and crawl out my skin. Swallow down and shaken sickness. ========================================== Alternating states of delusion There is a clear summer sky now, I notice from a boxed - in - container, assembled and travelling with all the other unknowns. We pass over every town and village: all mirrored the same. Hear the cry of the newborn greet its first dawn, but fail to notice the dust settle on its brow. Fenced out from the outside. Sentenced boredom holed up in this desolate country. Out in the evening the event unfolds, The sun is setting red. Carry on your progress beyond in vain, I will stand back from the end. Fall down with given momentum Am I the only one who knows it is the end? ========================================== Dead lands Kerosene flame on the embalmed A cryptic wrapping around the decaying the burnt out flesh of another believer: We can walk on the fire, and search through the ashes. On the carpet floors she keeps the soulless people; a fine collection of once sales men ( miraculous new innovations ) display models ( censored) and politicians ( deny ). Your friendly neighbourhood rapist parked in here for the night. Along the desert and ash can hotels, I lay down to watch a rotating fan carry me away. Kerosene flame to burn you all to Hell. < !signature--> ------------------------ "I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else"-Richey Edwards "Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time". Baltimore Grotto "Libraries gave us power Then work came and made us free What price now for a shallow piece of dignity" Nicky Wire, A design for Life. manic street preachers "Rock 'n' roll is our epiphany Culture, alienation, boredom and despair" "To be nobody-but-yourself-in a world which is doing its best night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting." E.E Cummings. [This message has been edited by brian madden (edited 06-05-2000).] |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~Brian,...how do I begin with my reply to these three. Well,..first I'll let you know that I always read your poems, then print them out,...and take them to the porch for rereading. You always make me think and the porch is a great place for that....surrounded by greenery and flowers...scents of the earth. Ok onward,...Apples, well I think I got this one...and I think it's so very intersting the way you've shown this pocket of time in your life. I felt that I could relate in so many ways. *Not just in the way of a hangover but I've related this to other things in my life...things that well,....never mind. I’ve tried pleasure in illicitness then washed away in my own waste. *This is so true for me in so many ways...even so for more than myself...for others around me as well. *Shoot,..this part here is just a killer. Really, it's making me think of things that it so relates to...yes..you are damn good. ~Alternating states of delusion...I have felt like this,...you are a deep, deep person. I like this about you. I like that you too step back from it all and notice, and realize, and think....gosh do I know this. Sometimes I think about the strangest things and wonder if I'm the only one...but really, they're not always that wierd, they're just never "spoken" about. Cool, cool poem here. ~Dead Lands.....this is one intersting piece,..can't say I get it all though. But it pulls at me in every way. We can walk on the fire, and search through the ashes....I like this line a lot. *The collection of soulless people,....once sales men, display models, and politicians,...heck,...you outdo yourself. ~Thanks for all this truly great reading material Brian. hehe. Kept me a bit busy for a few. I like your style. Oh,...and if I'm way off base...uuumm,...just set me straight.  . Take care. *Peace.[This message has been edited by SpitFire (edited 06-05-2000).] |
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Jana Tovey Member
since 2000-05-30
Posts 257USA |
Apples: Cider over-indulgence aside, I like the way you describe this horrendous hangover. The likening of yourself to the apple, was good also (if this is what you intended)- right down to the worms (oracles) using the apple (your body) until they hatch and flee what is overfermented. Good read. Alternating states of delusion: "Hear the cry of the newborn greet its first dawn, but fail to notice the dust settle on its brow." This is good, I take it the dust is a result of the boxed up container ( a train, or a bus, something that unsettles dust and leaves a residue...anyway). Dead lands: Sounds like one of those places with a sign saying "Elvis slept here." He, too is ashes. What parenthetical remark would Elvis get? Liked them all. Thanks for sharing. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
oh dear...me head hurts again... but oh how i enjoy the pain *smile* way deep my poetic-genius... the imagery in these are chilling. apple is almost graphic its written so well. all 3 are. and yes, you always make us think and challenge the reader. cool poems Bri...very. later poetic-prophet-gator jm |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Thanks for reading Spitfire. Your porch sounds wonderful. I have my window, which looks out on to a field and trees, though I am stay inside the house while reading the poems from my computer. I just opened a window so it almost as good as being out side. "Apples" was about the first time I ever got sick from drinking, I have only been sick twice. The second one was much worse, it was on my 20th birthday when I drank some whiskey neat after a few ciders (cider I know I am sad, but I hate the taste of beer). It was my only fault and boy did I suffer. LOL. I am sure whether to be happy that you can relate the poem to your life or not. I hope that it brought good memories. Just between the two of us I don't have a clue what Dead Lands is about. I had this image of a weird Norman Bates style hotel in the desert. Great reading material…you are far too kind. They feel more like experiments to me that never quite worked. Though as they say a poem does not live until some else besides the author makes do so. Thanks for your wonderful comments. Your response meant a lot. Thanks. WOW Jana, I love that " likening of yourself to the apple". Sounds a lot better than what I was thinking. Truthfully the poem, all of the poems in fact, were born more out an experiment than anything well thought out or planned. I just let my mind lose and they happened. Thanks for reading and for your lovely response. Thanks Janet, your words always bright light to my day. There are a few more of these twisted short poems. All wrote about 2 years ago. I have kept these hidden for a long time but I am finally letting them live because dark passions seems like a good home for them. Thanks to you all for your responses. ------------------------ "I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else"-Richey Edwards "Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time". Baltimore Grotto "Libraries gave us power Then work came and made us free What price now for a shallow piece of dignity" Nicky Wire, A design for Life. manic street preachers "Rock 'n' roll is our epiphany Culture, alienation, boredom and despair" "To be nobody-but-yourself-in a world which is doing its best night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting." E.E Cummings. |
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