Submissions by JC-Luff
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Usually found on some tirade about this that, or the distortion of the other thing, J.C believes that there is spiritual growth to be made through the derangement of the sentences.
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Vein seeds in the glass wall sprouting red poetry
strobe light prophesy and holy seizure border length
the engineer approaches and offers me wine.
In this noir placebo for the day,
one more verse has been constructed and the occupation continues.
My birth now justified, I realize that the sun will implode eventually ...
no time for the perfect Christmas, while the saints are all dogs.
Fair ground nerve slop on the broadcast menu,
age will find me and one day, I will transcend this bored condition
Candy color thought disruption in...
strobe light prophesy and holy seizure border length
the engineer approaches and offers me wine.
In this noir placebo for the day,
one more verse has been constructed and the occupation continues.
My birth now justified, I realize that the sun will implode eventually ...
no time for the perfect Christmas, while the saints are all dogs.
Fair ground nerve slop on the broadcast menu,
age will find me and one day, I will transcend this bored condition
Candy color thought disruption in...
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Lapse in Sleep
Box Office Christ, on the golden stairway telephone,
when will the summer materialize for my paranoia to find her?
I am a broken point of reference in a quick silver hedge maze,
and my nerves feel like a set of gelatinous calculations.
The argument to infinity must be defined somehow,
the response to a focal configuration
in distorted frames of psychotic remedy.
... And the lapse in sleep continues
The same trip repeats itself,
and I am consumed by words and bass.
The day is another obligation to be disposed of sometimes.
I...
when will the summer materialize for my paranoia to find her?
I am a broken point of reference in a quick silver hedge maze,
and my nerves feel like a set of gelatinous calculations.
The argument to infinity must be defined somehow,
the response to a focal configuration
in distorted frames of psychotic remedy.
... And the lapse in sleep continues
The same trip repeats itself,
and I am consumed by words and bass.
The day is another obligation to be disposed of sometimes.
I...
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quote: April 10th 2014
.. and my mind was a floral tapestry of inspirational words from the gas station bathroom wall alongside the road into tomorrow.
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dormant extract
cold morning desk,
recital of the excuses for the conversations
from the holy accident of last night's consumption.
The two characters had never really met before,
until it was years ago.
Wrist watch reminder tunes
of suburban wisps of radio pain.
Electromagnetic false God recital
disruptions in the satellite accusation
of the propagation of meta-physical truth.
To the edges of sky... a televised pharmaceutical excrement commerce
... another wet dream Sunday on the market floor
recital of the excuses for the conversations
from the holy accident of last night's consumption.
The two characters had never really met before,
until it was years ago.
Wrist watch reminder tunes
of suburban wisps of radio pain.
Electromagnetic false God recital
disruptions in the satellite accusation
of the propagation of meta-physical truth.
To the edges of sky... a televised pharmaceutical excrement commerce
... another wet dream Sunday on the market floor
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company
find me around that corner by the west at dawn,
and I'll be drinking by myself,
with new words for eternity.
I'll remember your views and appetites ...
Around those older ideas,
in that domino bookshelf's waiting for me ...
How I love my wasted angel
until the ends of words.
Find me with no time beside your watch
find me somewhere in the verse I occupy
... in this eternal film for God.
"she could induce seizures with her tentacles."
and I'll be drinking by myself,
with new words for eternity.
I'll remember your views and appetites ...
Around those older ideas,
in that domino bookshelf's waiting for me ...
How I love my wasted angel
until the ends of words.
Find me with no time beside your watch
find me somewhere in the verse I occupy
... in this eternal film for God.
"she could induce seizures with her tentacles."
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Words of Truth (number 2)
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2 Comments
Words of truth (part one)
192 reads
9 Comments
Cat Milk Poetry
60 reads
4 Comments
The Window
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a conversation
A : "Mommy, why do people die?"
B : "Because you use the bathroom"
B : "Because you use the bathroom"
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Disregard
stumbling through the remnant of what once was a dream...
lucid as a television mantra are the passers by.
I chew the glass of the one true cross...the cuts all taste like wine.
I am a stained glass window, desecrated by flowers.
contemplate for a moment, if I were to disregard the concepts of thought, emotion, memories, ideas, and fantasies (for these are all possessions), tell me then, what is left? what
remains?
we all have our answers ...some, like a rusted sun fading into a junky’s horizon, and some like a great atomic savior...a thousand...
lucid as a television mantra are the passers by.
I chew the glass of the one true cross...the cuts all taste like wine.
I am a stained glass window, desecrated by flowers.
contemplate for a moment, if I were to disregard the concepts of thought, emotion, memories, ideas, and fantasies (for these are all possessions), tell me then, what is left? what
remains?
we all have our answers ...some, like a rusted sun fading into a junky’s horizon, and some like a great atomic savior...a thousand...
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Triangle Kitty (graphite extended mix) / audio track
Triangle Kitty is an audio track I put together about a year ago, essentially it is electronic music set to a reading of "graphite", extended with new lyrics. Graphite is already posted, but I have re-posted it in this work to provide for lyrics to accompany the audio track. The link to the audio material is at the end of this page, on with the show ...
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I have a metal cereal waste libido breakfast
time and trance again,
porcelain drool is on the floor...
I can't recall the room.
Lights and clouds of stale morning images
I'll be an...
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I have a metal cereal waste libido breakfast
time and trance again,
porcelain drool is on the floor...
I can't recall the room.
Lights and clouds of stale morning images
I'll be an...
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