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.
Mother
She, who now walks on clouds,
and looks with eternal eyes
that in life were dimmed.
She, who hears seraphim,
with ears tuned to war,
that in life were deafened.
She, who now lives forever,
in hearts international,
that in life were separated.
She, who saw generations,
and held her own heritage in her arms,
that in life speak of her in awe.
She, whose spirit kindled,
and lit darkened life paths,
that in life now lie safe.
She, who mothered with instinct,
with a Heart that nurtured and taught,
that in...
and looks with eternal eyes
that in life were dimmed.
She, who hears seraphim,
with ears tuned to war,
that in life were deafened.
She, who now lives forever,
in hearts international,
that in life were separated.
She, who saw generations,
and held her own heritage in her arms,
that in life speak of her in awe.
She, whose spirit kindled,
and lit darkened life paths,
that in life now lie safe.
She, who mothered with instinct,
with a Heart that nurtured and taught,
that in...
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Sent; Received
I released a tone of summoning,
Which was heeded
I chanted a tone of prayer,
Which was not
I sang a tone of mourning,
And was answered one thousand fold
I uttered a tone of Wonder,
But it was squandered
I whispered a tone of lust,
And was almost drowned
I screamed a tone of madness,
With a head filled with fire
I heard a tone of lies,
That brought ice from my throat
I heard a tone of murder,
And buried my shame in the sea
I heard a tone of Love,
And cried tears of Honey
I...
Which was heeded
I chanted a tone of prayer,
Which was not
I sang a tone of mourning,
And was answered one thousand fold
I uttered a tone of Wonder,
But it was squandered
I whispered a tone of lust,
And was almost drowned
I screamed a tone of madness,
With a head filled with fire
I heard a tone of lies,
That brought ice from my throat
I heard a tone of murder,
And buried my shame in the sea
I heard a tone of Love,
And cried tears of Honey
I...
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Bagram Blues
Blasted wrecks,
minds & mines,
boots on the ground,
churn dust from the moon.
Red & Green stars,
bear wishes of Death,
to burn & sting,
flesh is no armor.
We dress in chameleon hues,
invisible to murderous intents.
Yet we carry humanitarian stores,
and minds conditioned
to kill with conscience.
Old, tired propaganda,
echoes through hearts & minds,
defining hollow victories
& rationalized sacrifice.
We dodge Death
that aims not at the herd,
but takes its draught
in...
minds & mines,
boots on the ground,
churn dust from the moon.
Red & Green stars,
bear wishes of Death,
to burn & sting,
flesh is no armor.
We dress in chameleon hues,
invisible to murderous intents.
Yet we carry humanitarian stores,
and minds conditioned
to kill with conscience.
Old, tired propaganda,
echoes through hearts & minds,
defining hollow victories
& rationalized sacrifice.
We dodge Death
that aims not at the herd,
but takes its draught
in...
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Fresno Valley Gothic
Oh valley flower,
with burns on you petals,
let luster-lost be painted on!
Let hands hold hands,
that hold other hands,
but save some passion for me,
share some passion with me.
Lay with me on grass,
and Bloom!
Slick sweat shines,
in hot twilight.
With naked souls and bodies,
free for a time,
you see through
my false-soul facade.
The glow passes all too quickly,
another man’s baby cries,
and wakes me,
with the diaper-smell,
and dismal hillbilly radio blare.
Trailer park sunrises are...
with burns on you petals,
let luster-lost be painted on!
Let hands hold hands,
that hold other hands,
but save some passion for me,
share some passion with me.
Lay with me on grass,
and Bloom!
Slick sweat shines,
in hot twilight.
With naked souls and bodies,
free for a time,
you see through
my false-soul facade.
The glow passes all too quickly,
another man’s baby cries,
and wakes me,
with the diaper-smell,
and dismal hillbilly radio blare.
Trailer park sunrises are...
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Detour
move away from the masses,
they will drag you down,
and smear you with their stink
the stink of mediocrity,
the odor of failure & bitterness,
the drag of malaise & slow death
and pour the bitter poison
of ambition down your throat,
in hopes of assimilating you
there can be no greater terror,
than to be made into their zombie form,
and stumble toward Death in slide-stagger step
the living death takes many forms,
families, companies, clubs, associations,
lodges, crews, each of...
they will drag you down,
and smear you with their stink
the stink of mediocrity,
the odor of failure & bitterness,
the drag of malaise & slow death
and pour the bitter poison
of ambition down your throat,
in hopes of assimilating you
there can be no greater terror,
than to be made into their zombie form,
and stumble toward Death in slide-stagger step
the living death takes many forms,
families, companies, clubs, associations,
lodges, crews, each of...
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Praise the Fine
Pure Woman......
all that is feminine and soft.
Cradle us, we lie on wet stones
waiting for salvation...Praise the Fine!
Is it known to you?
The power of your beauty,
the draw of love/lust wonder?
The lover to Mother,
holder of life!
To what madness you have driven men!
But you will always be alluring,
as time’s bane and bullion, gold and syrup.
Let tears rinse the clouds from our fears,
let love bind the strands of our minds.
With the snap of fingers
and the falling of robes,
your skin becomes the sky....
all that is feminine and soft.
Cradle us, we lie on wet stones
waiting for salvation...Praise the Fine!
Is it known to you?
The power of your beauty,
the draw of love/lust wonder?
The lover to Mother,
holder of life!
To what madness you have driven men!
But you will always be alluring,
as time’s bane and bullion, gold and syrup.
Let tears rinse the clouds from our fears,
let love bind the strands of our minds.
With the snap of fingers
and the falling of robes,
your skin becomes the sky....
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Missing Paris
Canted Can-Can legs,
Whip, whirl, and kick,
Smoked shadows smudge powdered cheeks
Fixed smiles, muscle memory to Dancer faces
Absinthe dreams to drunken dreamers
Rain moist at Pere Lachaise,
Afternoon drink before ghost chasing
Glad I wore my leather coat,
mobile armor to man and nature
Good against spirits too, who search for hosts
To bear them back into the living world
Cramped room at Hotel Neptune, salvation’s cell to me
No need to run the scene every day….just need to sit and be
A citizen, burgher, being...
Whip, whirl, and kick,
Smoked shadows smudge powdered cheeks
Fixed smiles, muscle memory to Dancer faces
Absinthe dreams to drunken dreamers
Rain moist at Pere Lachaise,
Afternoon drink before ghost chasing
Glad I wore my leather coat,
mobile armor to man and nature
Good against spirits too, who search for hosts
To bear them back into the living world
Cramped room at Hotel Neptune, salvation’s cell to me
No need to run the scene every day….just need to sit and be
A citizen, burgher, being...
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Ashes & Charm
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Tina Fey
Tina Fey
Hot scar and ass,
disregard my face,
I am comic genius
I shook off the SNL curse,
and took Tracy Morgan with me!
I Will Not Be Chevy Chased!
I make nerd glasses and long hems look hot!
Bow Down! Primetime Bitches!
My ankles are slim, but I am a Mother!
Your lust is unwanted and pointless...
My humor is on you!
You are plain, I make you feel surreal...
Feel me in your next WASP golf course joke, I AM WIT!!!
Hot scar and ass,
disregard my face,
I am comic genius
I shook off the SNL curse,
and took Tracy Morgan with me!
I Will Not Be Chevy Chased!
I make nerd glasses and long hems look hot!
Bow Down! Primetime Bitches!
My ankles are slim, but I am a Mother!
Your lust is unwanted and pointless...
My humor is on you!
You are plain, I make you feel surreal...
Feel me in your next WASP golf course joke, I AM WIT!!!
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Wail
Written after reading that 17 people had been killed by the Taliban for dancing at a wedding party. 8/27/12 Kandahar, Afghanistan
Wail
I sit in stunned silence,
as the words hammer beats
of tortured dancers into my brain
who lost heads that whirled in time,
to celebrate,
and feel light times in heavy climes
who congregated in love & family
in a place where
only dirt and darkness are familial
who touched and smiled and drank and ate,
and fell victim to jealous,
razor-toothed souless bastards
who can...
Wail
I sit in stunned silence,
as the words hammer beats
of tortured dancers into my brain
who lost heads that whirled in time,
to celebrate,
and feel light times in heavy climes
who congregated in love & family
in a place where
only dirt and darkness are familial
who touched and smiled and drank and ate,
and fell victim to jealous,
razor-toothed souless bastards
who can...
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Eid
Written during a rocket attack at Kandahar Airfield on 19 Aug 2012.
Eid
the rockets come
as the call to prayer sounds
God's greatness is proclaimed
amid murderous thunder
i contemplate this,
on the floor of my room
the explosions get closer
i feel the blood leave my face
allah u akbar
allau u akbar
Eid al Fitr
the fast is as broken
as the peace we had known
messages of love and worship
reinforced with offerings of death
we are mad, and do not deserve
the bounty of this world
the imam's...
Eid
the rockets come
as the call to prayer sounds
God's greatness is proclaimed
amid murderous thunder
i contemplate this,
on the floor of my room
the explosions get closer
i feel the blood leave my face
allah u akbar
allau u akbar
Eid al Fitr
the fast is as broken
as the peace we had known
messages of love and worship
reinforced with offerings of death
we are mad, and do not deserve
the bounty of this world
the imam's...
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Art is No Excuse
Art is No Excuse
"Hey, hey, you are over reacting baby!" Said the man. "An artist needs a muse!"
"I thought I was your muse.", she said.
"Mmmm, let me try to explain", he said, lying back in his chair and touching his chin
thoughtfully.
"My inspiration has many layers, you are the foundation, the energy that sustains my ability to create."
"Without it, I am gassed, lost, and out of power!" He was now standing, looking out of the Flat’s window, arms raised in exasperation.
...
"Hey, hey, you are over reacting baby!" Said the man. "An artist needs a muse!"
"I thought I was your muse.", she said.
"Mmmm, let me try to explain", he said, lying back in his chair and touching his chin
thoughtfully.
"My inspiration has many layers, you are the foundation, the energy that sustains my ability to create."
"Without it, I am gassed, lost, and out of power!" He was now standing, looking out of the Flat’s window, arms raised in exasperation.
...
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