<body>Psychomantium of the mind; To see, to write.
Beyond the mirror, beyond Oceanus
lies the ever elusive yet inevitable realm of Elysium. Attainable before the passing, yet only via the reflections of our inner thoughts. For only within can we find true redemption or true death. In the twilight hours before our time, we would thus pen and construct, a psychomantium of regret and forlorn hope, the leavings of many a consciousness.
A touch of autumn, a taste of winter Imaged recollections
Still ice
Kaleidoscopic spectrum
Calmed oceans
Splendour suspended
Of an illustrated time
To be watched, admired
And eventually,
forgotten.
The singular leaf
That clings on
Will in time, fly with the wind
victor--y
I'm bored.
-Schmier
beauty is as beauty does; we write what we think
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
tot from the dot born in the pot rotting from a lack of rot caught up in taut knots strangled in the cot born a bonsai born to try, sigh, cry then die.
more uninspired nihilistic shit. 5 min. Raphire here.
beauty is as beauty does; we write what we think
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Joy is a switch of the light.Happiness, your water --- Joy is your water Happiness the wind that blows The water waters,drink,you
beauty is as beauty does; we write what we think
Sunday, May 13, 2007
a helping hand.
a mortgage.
a mortal wound
or an immortal doom
take your pick.
im bored. Raphire here.
beauty is as beauty does; we write what we think
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
a prickly piece of peace. chorus of coughs across the hall. sizzling silence. toxic, caustic panic. ticks. slashes that liberate yet berate. too late.
yo man! Raphire here. exams. sitting for one and getting the results. classic 5 min poem.
beauty is as beauty does; we write what we think
Peradventure
There was a beginning There was an end
Of such alacrity
That commands such reticence And defines our sight As thus
Shrug free of such bindings Amidst such indifference We see again Staring back at your vestige Reflected in the blood of your toil The curious, guileless eyes
Of Pandora
victor--y Prime time someone posted a new poem or something. Else we'd have to continue to fill up the space with nihilistic stuff or other random whatnot... Fan service, anyone?
