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A spontaneous ramble at the bar

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its a spontaneous thing about my cousin and i's mystical overcomings of sure to die situations............




to the cousin so it goes as spontaneous as was produced
in my mind when i was at the bar staring with eyes so large and in charge of every fucking single stare and scenes of goings on and the moments of passionatly reduced memories
it was then that i told the world that i was in charge of the begining and the thorns that cause the blood to drip into and obscure my eyes were now part of gods own loss of self realization knowing cause i told him
his name is unful filling

HOW CAN SUCH THINGS BE WRITTEN?

by mind
by time
by all the arcane moments of that have saved us from being dead
reall man weSHOULD BE DEAD
yet time and ocean and women have KEPT US....us.....THE WOMEN FOR SURE HAVE SAVED
and loved and yes.....they have even baptized us
in the name of the mother
in the name of the saddness
in the name of the demons that try to see through our eyes

WE have went forth
WE have moved the line
We have taken the rights
and blood
and the infinite pound rugsacks full of regret that we taken and tossed off our back
with every fiber of our being We walk forward


WE MOVE U&I

B 2 B
pupil 2 pupil

but it should go on .........IT SHOULD GO ON......on because we say so....IT SHOULD GO ON....on because we still exist
BECAUSE WE ARE

aware......
aware that what was just written is already past
and a mans exploration of LOVEFORBLOODDISGUISEDTOHIDEFROMDEMISE