Submissions by bootselectric (Alisaire)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Punk-rock-beatnick-dopesmokin'-athiest-non-theist-panthiest-bent on world domination, or at least a decent paycheque
Thoughts while in the mall, seeing young couples
Most people want an artist who produces no art, but only is art.
A true artist only challenges, thus scaring off those afraid of true introspection and conflict.
Those who desire an artist usually only desire themselves
A true artist only challenges, thus scaring off those afraid of true introspection and conflict.
Those who desire an artist usually only desire themselves
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4302
Have you heard of the Gods who inspire?
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xcz
A flashing look at you
I could see the shadow
Over you
Dressing you
How it entices me
But when I came back
Looking for you
You were nowhere to be found
I could see the shadow
Over you
Dressing you
How it entices me
But when I came back
Looking for you
You were nowhere to be found
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Religious Reflection
All gods are a state of being
God is (the) being itself
God is (the) being itself
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Spirit of Youth
Do you remember our child laughter?
Our cruelty,
and stupidity?
Ignorance?
Neither man nor woman
are ever truly far away from it.
Subconsciously
Our cruelty,
and stupidity?
Ignorance?
Neither man nor woman
are ever truly far away from it.
Subconsciously
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Reflections of a Pot-smoker (pt.II: Mental Illness & Erotic Curiosity)
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To Err
Many seasons were to pass
before he would find his mate...
What an absurd obsession!
What an absurd profession!
to write
to express oneself
the pompous Ego so easily
attempts to hide
under the veil of character
and rebellion
But "to err is human"
and so creativity desires to come out
and seek attention
lest it be left alone
These two conflicting natures
are the spells of demons,
the universe itself
before he would find his mate...
What an absurd obsession!
What an absurd profession!
to write
to express oneself
the pompous Ego so easily
attempts to hide
under the veil of character
and rebellion
But "to err is human"
and so creativity desires to come out
and seek attention
lest it be left alone
These two conflicting natures
are the spells of demons,
the universe itself
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Deep underground is dead! Long live deep underground!
Thoughts in the ocean
a mile deep
I surround myself
in my submarine
w/ books
a few friends
and my natural companions
I would rather die here, unknown amongst all of you
when the history is read
I will be on the sidelines
exactly where I wanted to be
I have a desire to have people identify
w/ my work
It gives me such validation
when I read/hear/see art that reminds me
even if I'm not like me peers
and I don't fit...
a mile deep
I surround myself
in my submarine
w/ books
a few friends
and my natural companions
I would rather die here, unknown amongst all of you
when the history is read
I will be on the sidelines
exactly where I wanted to be
I have a desire to have people identify
w/ my work
It gives me such validation
when I read/hear/see art that reminds me
even if I'm not like me peers
and I don't fit...
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Fall Out of Time
By the light of the oil-lamp
the scent of the cooked chandoo rises
Dross scraped off to purify
Now inhale,
and fall out of time
Drifting world comes into focus
darkened room that keeps me warm
Feel no wanting for the rat races
the ego's and immaturities of men
And women
Left in a space
to discover the Universe
time has no meaning for me
Life is simply a road
from which I recline, at
My. Own. Pace.
the scent of the cooked chandoo rises
Dross scraped off to purify
Now inhale,
and fall out of time
Drifting world comes into focus
darkened room that keeps me warm
Feel no wanting for the rat races
the ego's and immaturities of men
And women
Left in a space
to discover the Universe
time has no meaning for me
Life is simply a road
from which I recline, at
My. Own. Pace.
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Freedom
Quest for peace
Freedom from this pace
and this place
on the backs of
workhorses
generation after another
I feel my time is due
and for it I hope
to meet those of virtue on my path
and not the vampyres
of society
Freedom from this pace
and this place
on the backs of
workhorses
generation after another
I feel my time is due
and for it I hope
to meet those of virtue on my path
and not the vampyres
of society
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Love's a Names Game
Is music and love all a lie?
Every feeling I put out just dies
Romance, a names game
who you don't know scares you
So you cling to what you know
I don't blame you
I just wish you would grow
But home and cozy
is a place I like as well
It's where we all like to be
Every feeling I put out just dies
Romance, a names game
who you don't know scares you
So you cling to what you know
I don't blame you
I just wish you would grow
But home and cozy
is a place I like as well
It's where we all like to be
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Ming I
"...-that is, he conceals his talents from others-to avoid attracting unwanted attention or arousing jealousy, so that he may perform his duties in the world without causing conflict."
- Peter Lee
- Peter Lee
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