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dreams cast (the game of it)

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bsquirrel
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0 posted 05-25-2000 12:29 AM       View Profile for bsquirrel   Email bsquirrel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for bsquirrel

i. awesome 3-d graphics
to give this proper balance,
the pen must press and tick.
i no longer feel sick.
something's wrong --
that went too quick.

ii. lightning-fast animation
his jagged bleached-out fantasy hurt many parts of me.
eyes went blind. ears went death.
hair fell out; thought there was nothing left.
leash and post. comatose.
heart swinging, burning, from a rope.

i swore i'd never find my way again.
but i did -- so i guess it all depends.

when your legs give out, will you crawl or bawl?
scab your independence or soften to tears?
both ways take wasting -- maybe years.
it's best to face yourself: your fears.

iii. outrageous giant robot fighting
here they come.
hello; pleased to meet your loss.
softly whispered song of what went wrong.
were the bells and chains too much?
(you had no balls for their ringing)

iv. the competition (envy v. praise)
"we are shaped by the ones who love us,
and the ones who refuse to love us."
-g.

run for the hills
and sit in the shade.
we will all be made/unmade.
sing while you can,
light up like a match.
before you know it;
down the hatch.
find someone special
and hope they find you.
give in your love;
give up, out and through.

(dropped the fortune cookie,
and went out the door.
practiced my knowledge
as i lay on the floor.
windowlight framing a frameless bed.
we might be alone, but we're far from dead)

v. the winner
the silence quiets us, but we can fight it.
bring out your strongest reasons to live; strangely, watch them die.
throw us all in cascading light; watch the bulbs sequentially burst.
write a new poem to share careful words; watch the ink fade to scratch.
but when you sing, cracked and broken though you are,
i'm sure you will stand unmatched.

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Janet Marie
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since 01-22-2000
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1 posted 05-25-2000 08:16 AM       View Profile for Janet Marie   Email Janet Marie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Janet Marie

i no longer feel sick.
something's wrong --
that went too quick.

ii. lightning-fast animation
his jagged bleached-out fantasy hurt many parts of me.
eyes went blind. ears went death.
hair fell out; thought there was nothing left.
leash and post. comatose.
heart swinging, burning, from a rope.

i swore i'd never find my way again.
but i did -- so i guess it all depends.

when your legs give out, will you crawl or bawl?
scab your independence or soften to tears?
both ways take wasting -- maybe years.
it's best to face yourself: your fears.
----------------------
hello; pleased to meet your loss.
softly whispered song of what went wrong.
were the bells and chains too much?
(you had no balls for their ringing)

iv. the competition (envy v. praise)
"we are shaped by the ones who love us,
and the ones who refuse to love us."
----------------
find someone special
and hope they find you.
give in your love;
give up, out and through.

(dropped the fortune cookie,
and went out the door.
practiced my knowledge
as i lay on the floor.
windowlight framing a frameless bed.
we might be alone, but we're far from dead)

v. the winner
the silence quiets us, but we can fight it.
bring out your strongest reasons to live; strangely, watch them die.
throw us all in cascading light; watch the bulbs sequentially burst.
write a new poem to share careful words; watch the ink fade to scratch.
but when you sing, cracked and broken though you are,
i'm sure you will stand unmatched.
-----------------------

OK i know...i damn near cut and pasted the whole poem...
but i do this to show the lines that effect me the most...
so there they are...
and this is the reason i click on your name...
you are wise way beyond your years my friend...WAY
this poem is SO cool and so is the poet.
later-genius-squirrel  
jm/bs
Corazon
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since 02-02-2000
Posts 1301


2 posted 05-25-2000 09:27 AM       View Profile for Corazon   Email Corazon   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Corazon

and you my friend, stand unmatched....great writing...great images!
Kit McCallum
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since 04-30-2000
Posts 16920
Ontario, Canada


3 posted 05-25-2000 09:32 AM       View Profile for Kit McCallum   Email Kit McCallum   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Kit McCallum

Such an outpouring of numerous sentiments bsquirrel ... well done!

Best wishes,
/Kit
serenity blaze
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since 02-02-2000
Posts 28839


4 posted 05-25-2000 11:04 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

As you know, I'm fond of this format--and nobody does it better than you...e ya later...serenity is crazy again...
bsquirrel
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Member Rara Avis
since 01-03-2000
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5 posted 05-26-2000 02:42 AM       View Profile for bsquirrel   Email bsquirrel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for bsquirrel

Dammit, Janet. (never mind   ) Hi, wha's up? Glad you enjoyed, and made me smile to see how much of the poem affected you -- pretty near the whole damn thing! Oh, and I'll make sure to tell my friend George (a friend from way back in my N.H. days) that you liked his quote.

Corazon,
Thanks. Totally off-topic: I was reading a book by Pablo Neruda today, and, to the left of the English translation was the original Spanish. What word should pop up but your name? Cool.

Kit,
Thanks. Your name reminds me of that show Knight Rider. God, that was cheesy fun! I'm sure you're not a talking car, though.

s'en,
As you can see, you're not the only one insane tonight.

Mike
 
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