Submissions by Dresdamanx
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am a stream of consciousness writer, who relies on my subliminal awareness to produce. It seems the harder I try to be a "Poet", the less interesting my work is.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Aug 2014 4:57am
9th Aug 2014 4:57am
Master & Student II
Student: "Master, what advice should I give my Daughter about Men?"
Master: "Suckle a snake, you get a tit full of venom!"
Student: "Thank you Master, your Wisdom is Manifest."
Master: "I hate you."
Master: "Suckle a snake, you get a tit full of venom!"
Student: "Thank you Master, your Wisdom is Manifest."
Master: "I hate you."
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jul 2014 6:36am
17th Jul 2014 6:36am
Ace of Slaves
I miss going home with
a Woman,
entering an
old house
to her room
The old wood floor,
flaking wall paint
drafty, overpainted
windows
Letting winter
winds howl through
their panes...
The stilted chatter,
of forced conversations,
marking time until..
The moment swings,
into moods of lust,
and touches,
talk instead
The lights go out,
and moonlight's
silver fingers
lightly stroke
each body
seeking
the other's
warmth
I miss waking ...
a Woman,
entering an
old house
to her room
The old wood floor,
flaking wall paint
drafty, overpainted
windows
Letting winter
winds howl through
their panes...
The stilted chatter,
of forced conversations,
marking time until..
The moment swings,
into moods of lust,
and touches,
talk instead
The lights go out,
and moonlight's
silver fingers
lightly stroke
each body
seeking
the other's
warmth
I miss waking ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jun 2014 10:50pm
1st Jun 2014 10:50pm
Khe Sapa
They all wait
wanting their
pounds of our flesh,
I got 200 of them,
line up, take your shot,
bring your worst,
try to get yours.
I will hang
their hearts from
my lodgepole,
and wear their teeth
strung on strands of their
own hair....
Till silence again,
becomes a blessing,
after the songs,
of War & Death,
fade into the smoke
from our campfires,
where our children sleep
dreaming of the buffalo,
running the prairies
in the shadow
of the Black Hills.
wanting their
pounds of our flesh,
I got 200 of them,
line up, take your shot,
bring your worst,
try to get yours.
I will hang
their hearts from
my lodgepole,
and wear their teeth
strung on strands of their
own hair....
Till silence again,
becomes a blessing,
after the songs,
of War & Death,
fade into the smoke
from our campfires,
where our children sleep
dreaming of the buffalo,
running the prairies
in the shadow
of the Black Hills.
62 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Apr 2014 5:00am
20th Apr 2014 5:00am
Master & Student
Student: "Master, what are the secrets of the morning?"
Master: "Toast & Coffee."
Student: "Thank you Master, your wisdom is manifest."
Master: "No shit."
Master: "Toast & Coffee."
Student: "Thank you Master, your wisdom is manifest."
Master: "No shit."
89 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Mar 2014 8:40am
31st Mar 2014 8:40am
Life & Times of A Scratch & Dent Airman
Goofy stilted teen,
standing in a Texas
pre-dawn haze,
getting bent & forged
into something more
Just in time
for a party in the desert
the perfect storm
of patriotic fervor
and roasted Iraqi flesh
Left to stumble
through drunken fog
in ancient German towns,
& in ancient Roman footprints
Beaten to the bone,
by marital discord
alone sitting on frozen
floors, recording
audience-less love songs
Thawed out and re-sent
into a new type of hell,
where the dust chokes ...
standing in a Texas
pre-dawn haze,
getting bent & forged
into something more
Just in time
for a party in the desert
the perfect storm
of patriotic fervor
and roasted Iraqi flesh
Left to stumble
through drunken fog
in ancient German towns,
& in ancient Roman footprints
Beaten to the bone,
by marital discord
alone sitting on frozen
floors, recording
audience-less love songs
Thawed out and re-sent
into a new type of hell,
where the dust chokes ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Mar 2014 2:39pm
30th Mar 2014 2:39pm
The Fire is Still There
There are times,
when blessings must
be counted.
This is one,
at 6 a.m., I am alone &
lit up like a ghost
by the screen of a mute tv.
The fireplace is burning,
it’s nervous flame licks
at my fingers like a dog,
waiting for a bone
to come from his Messiah’s hand,
like we wait for salvation,
panting, with eyes darting.
The fire is all that is left,
the only source of warmth
remaining in this house.
There is no embrace,
no kisses, no hand,
to...
when blessings must
be counted.
This is one,
at 6 a.m., I am alone &
lit up like a ghost
by the screen of a mute tv.
The fireplace is burning,
it’s nervous flame licks
at my fingers like a dog,
waiting for a bone
to come from his Messiah’s hand,
like we wait for salvation,
panting, with eyes darting.
The fire is all that is left,
the only source of warmth
remaining in this house.
There is no embrace,
no kisses, no hand,
to...
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4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Mar 2014 4:15am
12th Mar 2014 4:15am
Shall We?
Shall we agree?
To let each other
live in peace
And respect
each other's right
of dignity
in desperation?
After the passion,
the glow of sweat
in the light cast
by the neon sign
outside of the window.
To relax our guard enough,
in human kindness
acknowledging
our need to
take & sustain.
I wanted you,
you wanted me,
maybe for only
a few hours,
but supply met
demand.
We...
To let each other
live in peace
And respect
each other's right
of dignity
in desperation?
After the passion,
the glow of sweat
in the light cast
by the neon sign
outside of the window.
To relax our guard enough,
in human kindness
acknowledging
our need to
take & sustain.
I wanted you,
you wanted me,
maybe for only
a few hours,
but supply met
demand.
We...
67 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Mar 2014 6:19am
7th Mar 2014 6:19am
Turned to Black
I sat,
a study in blessed loneliness.
When the perverse desire
for vengeance entered my heart.
With no earthly power,
to tack my anguish onto you,
I looked to conjure into being,
6 unholy companions,
6 days in bondage they would remain,
6 deeds to manifest on my whim,
they would be my nightmares,
made tangible.
Two,
would take from your sight,
all the color and light,
leaving only grays and the
holy color black,
making every hour
night-like.
In turn for every hour,
I spent in deathlike...
a study in blessed loneliness.
When the perverse desire
for vengeance entered my heart.
With no earthly power,
to tack my anguish onto you,
I looked to conjure into being,
6 unholy companions,
6 days in bondage they would remain,
6 deeds to manifest on my whim,
they would be my nightmares,
made tangible.
Two,
would take from your sight,
all the color and light,
leaving only grays and the
holy color black,
making every hour
night-like.
In turn for every hour,
I spent in deathlike...
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12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Feb 2014 3:01am
24th Feb 2014 3:01am
Prairie Fire
She was ten years younger,
and stars of hope still shone
in her eyes.
Her hair was a beautiful
red, and her ivory skin
stretched over a slender
whisper-thin frame.
She saw in me,
a future, all that
was forsaken
and stolen from her
Mother, a solid, honest,
loyal man who would
deliver and support forever.
But she did not know,
she was too young,
the burned crust of
my soul was unseeable
through hopeful eyes,
I was refuse, drifting space
junk that had gotten ...
and stars of hope still shone
in her eyes.
Her hair was a beautiful
red, and her ivory skin
stretched over a slender
whisper-thin frame.
She saw in me,
a future, all that
was forsaken
and stolen from her
Mother, a solid, honest,
loyal man who would
deliver and support forever.
But she did not know,
she was too young,
the burned crust of
my soul was unseeable
through hopeful eyes,
I was refuse, drifting space
junk that had gotten ...
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8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2014 11:12pm
23rd Feb 2014 11:12pm
Not About Nebraska
Oh California!
You weave sun-drunk
threads to bind
our destinies.
You lay ebony
ribbons for me to
glide upon with
petroleum halos as
my only earthly contacts.
You slay the most
nefarious, with
cannibalistic hate
so as to keep the
less guilty able to grovel.
You inspire the darkest
of desires, the unholy
in the sunlight,
the primal effort
for identities gained,
by society's castaways.
You keep us warm,
gloriously & evenly
ruining us for other climes ...
You weave sun-drunk
threads to bind
our destinies.
You lay ebony
ribbons for me to
glide upon with
petroleum halos as
my only earthly contacts.
You slay the most
nefarious, with
cannibalistic hate
so as to keep the
less guilty able to grovel.
You inspire the darkest
of desires, the unholy
in the sunlight,
the primal effort
for identities gained,
by society's castaways.
You keep us warm,
gloriously & evenly
ruining us for other climes ...
69 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2014 6:51pm
23rd Feb 2014 6:51pm
The Reason (Written for the "What's the Point?" comp)
To discover
the secrets of Nature,
taste the food
of it's bounty,
connect with the eyes
of a Love.
Feel the bite,
of a North wind
the burn of a Turkish sun,
& hands on our bodies
guiding us to ecstasy.
To read,
the secret desires
of those who lived
thousands of years ago,
painted on a cave.
To be here,
now & breathing,
is only to recognize
just how minute
a role we play
in the miracles
surrounding us.
To reach,
a collective...
the secrets of Nature,
taste the food
of it's bounty,
connect with the eyes
of a Love.
Feel the bite,
of a North wind
the burn of a Turkish sun,
& hands on our bodies
guiding us to ecstasy.
To read,
the secret desires
of those who lived
thousands of years ago,
painted on a cave.
To be here,
now & breathing,
is only to recognize
just how minute
a role we play
in the miracles
surrounding us.
To reach,
a collective...
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2014 10:40pm
22nd Feb 2014 10:40pm
Frozen Grace
I day-dreamt about you,
it was a simple kiss,
tasting like ice water
filling me with frozen light,
I wanted to drown in it.
The snap of a cap
popping off a beer bottle,
brought me back,
the drip from the roof,
reminded me,
of how far away,
you were.
it was a simple kiss,
tasting like ice water
filling me with frozen light,
I wanted to drown in it.
The snap of a cap
popping off a beer bottle,
brought me back,
the drip from the roof,
reminded me,
of how far away,
you were.
91 reads
8 Comments
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