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Busted! by ExistenceWeSummonYou, literature

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Busted!

All the body bleaks the moment: Dear now, I was with you once, but eternities change and it shouldn't matter except the grass at green is grooming new confusions. Dear bodies, bleak with knowing where you go, you must flatter certain folds of perceiving with feeling's foam; it is the only way to hold us forward, toward this dented sky. All these soggy sounds that boast of dear death, that dime you purchased with a start. I was with you once, but eternities will change and still fold us forward, toward their awful skies.

The Eternal Life by ExistenceWeSummonYou, literature

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The Eternal Life

The blue at the blend of a rhyme, between the two words, growing from a heavy grey. An old, weathered thought is sketched by this blue, outside our is and above our earth, a new belief. You may know now it is not happiness that makes us happy or alive. The thought flutters. Its seasons change. The blue flows between our bodies. Our doubts settle down into its light. The sound's free future upward flings our birth.

Apples and Ornaments for the Horses by ExistenceWeSummonYou, literature

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Apples and Ornaments for the Horses

In the fir tree the now is hanging like a lung, the kind you eat at the brink of confusion. FINE Fire to fire, the finally gone free is clanging like an eye tasting itself for the first crime. WHATEVER Because from inside the bungalow comes the bang sang of an old entity dribbling a few lost words from his slovenly rest. Because there is entity behind entity, the entity language drips down from when our bodies are drums to be made wet by the rain. OH MY GOD SHUTUP But in this vast network of dying horses with invisible riders the water must come from clouds, and the clouds must be wrung out trees that will be hung behind our faces,

Body as Body and Body by ExistenceWeSummonYou, literature

A Review of Human Advancement in the 21st Century by ExistenceWeSummonYou, literature

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A Review of Human Advancement in the 21st Century

PART The tessellation of confusions sparkles in the bright sumshine of technological progress. "Can I haz data?" whispers one tech-no-crat-o-puss-puss to the next, in the great money chain mush that is yesterday's melted down scrap culture. PART I do no existence. I am merely a figment of my imagination. Like so much ENTITY ENTITY ENTITY, the emaciated now is laying on the floor, gasping for memory. I do not consume the GIVE UP; it is beside me gnawing its way through the sweet concrete of justice, and that will be our future, so many varieties of orange and yellow streaking the sky, and all of the non-human animals moaning and dancing, an

Welcome to the Deep Start by ExistenceWeSummonYou, literature

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Welcome to the Deep Start

You (the metaphor) and I (the perception) hold the here in both our hands and at the heaving mysteries that hide behind it we shake our lungs: In both our hands we hold, but here the flowers flip through skies and tell our hearts what to lick until we consist of nothing but colors and colors to climb: You (the perception) and I (the metaphor) achieve each other's ghost by having skin as deep as the peak of our now, which we reach by sneaking our hearts behind the undulating surface of each other's lungs.

Too Many God Damn Metaphors by ExistenceWeSummonYou, literature

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Too Many God Damn Metaphors

A preening apocalypse in front of my desk, a sullen silhouette behind, bone can begin flighting the wrist: At absolutely no risk to myself, I hope a pale resuscitation of faith, to trick words into tricking me toward a tottering moment of meaning, a pacing between: Sex, the body's war against time. And language, the mind's. There were, for example, ghosts cutting their toenails and choking on my hyperbole. But you wouldn't understand, because none of this makes any sense. Their lore now samples the ligamental roam from word to word, and it's not enough. But I'm a poor musician, because none of this plays the rent.

Ming Ke Ming by ExistenceWeSummonYou, literature

Entity and/or Entity by ExistenceWeSummonYou, literature

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Busted! by ExistenceWeSummonYou, literature

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Busted!

The Eternal Life by ExistenceWeSummonYou, literature

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The Eternal Life

Apples and Ornaments for the Horses by ExistenceWeSummonYou, literature

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Apples and Ornaments for the Horses

Body as Body and Body by ExistenceWeSummonYou, literature

A Review of Human Advancement in the 21st Century by ExistenceWeSummonYou, literature

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A Review of Human Advancement in the 21st Century

Welcome to the Deep Start by ExistenceWeSummonYou, literature

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Welcome to the Deep Start

Too Many God Damn Metaphors by ExistenceWeSummonYou, literature

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Too Many God Damn Metaphors

Ming Ke Ming by ExistenceWeSummonYou, literature

Entity and/or Entity by ExistenceWeSummonYou, literature

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Change by saartha, literature

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Change

Down by the river, the fog washes its face. It rises whitely, sated with moisture. Each morning I scrub off the old skin, pilling up, steam-slack, shedding me like a snake. And if I say, sempiternam requiem requiem requiem If I say it, well, there is no one to hear. There’s no shame in begging yourself though we make unkind gods. Snakes shedding, again and again desperate to become fog. But there is always more snake to be found.

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symptoms of red by fake-theory, literature

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symptoms of red

a materialist inside of you unknitting your sweater & in your dream you are a wolf eating a flower in an orange field. the world is ending. an unnamed girl stains you as if she were tea giving up to a foaming ocean. she writes a story: the unrequited blurry visions of two visionaries separated by antibiotic resistance. I'm sorry we have nothing left to say to one another tonight

Architect, lost. by AElfrics-Cat, literature

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Architect, lost.

Green arches and leafed embraces cover me as I wend through canopies and avenues that have since become home. Dawn glow fogs, ebbing through trees, and rain falls on things of beauty. And all I can see is what I would leave behind. These brush strokes are gentle on my canvas, but the lines are sketchy and my arches don't seem to fit. The butterflies turned to ash when we touched them. And these architect's eyes are slowly broken.

a nameless emotion by HippieHebe, literature

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a nameless emotion

fate and irony are the same god, you say and i waver between your rough voice and the lightness of your touch. you tell me, the world ended years ago and there is no need to love. in that tiny moment between night and day i believe you, but like most things i hold close it is all ephemeral. and now, the moon rots inside my chest, still where you left it; my ribcage vacant, composed of decaying and cynicism as we pretend the world still exists.

The Funeral Bowl by EmmaSloane, literature

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The Funeral Bowl

Is chalk and ink, its bones crumble in the cold Hope and duality gone through its pierced center only the stars left, whispering of crows * A brown rabbit, sharp against the February snow soon learns to fly its gnawed bones fade like ink against the chalky gray in wind-numbed fields dulled by winter's light, like corn that dies in summer the land turns its pages to the sun, yellow and dog-eared the story is like any other story

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ExistenceWeSummonYou

Aug 4, 2013

Daily Deviation!

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I haven't really been around here since December, but on a whim a couple of days ago I decided to sign in and WHAM, to my delight I discover my poem "What Is Existence Someone Please Tell Me" http://fav.me/d4o8g8k has recently been featured as a Daily Deviation by the wonderful BeccaJS (https://www.deviantart.com/beccajs) . Many thanks to all who read, commented on, or faved that poem. My absence has to do with my move to the San Francisco Bay Area where I'm busy pretending to be a tech entrepreneur. But I believe more in the primacy of words now than ever. Language allows us to breathe out our internal selves, to breathe in the personal consciousness of others. Writ

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ExistenceWeSummonYou

Dec 28, 2012

Jouga by Wallace Stevens

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The physical world is meaningless tonight And there is no other. There is Ha-eé-me, who sits And plays his guitar. Ha-eé-me is a beast. Or perhaps his guitar is a beast or perhaps they are Two beasts. But of the same kind - two conjugal beasts. Ha-eé-me is the male beast...an imbecile, Who knocks out a noise. The guitar is another beast Beneath his tip-tap-tap. It is she that responds. Two beasts but two of a kind and then not beasts. Yet two not quite of a kind. It is like that here. There are so many of these beasts that one never sees, Moving so that the foot-falls are slight and almost nothing. This afternoon the wind and the

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Aug 18, 2012

Birdsong from Inside the Egg by Timothy Donnelly

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"As meteors pierce the sky's tin vault, so molecules sail through the many pores of my own enclosure, what trash what treasure, piss and brilliance, a fleet of snippets shed from the vast exterior's chaos haystack, flop and fodder, there is no NO, not here, not yet. I have been forever, I am not yet born. Into the one tremendous whistling laze of this, my pulsed amalgam, I admit the all, a just lie back and snap! arrangement, confetti hoof and concertina, what blind mouth's breath what pleasant nesting. I am a composition, the one life's work I have been forever, the loom and the wool and the mat for dreaming. The song that's t

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scottyjheo

Feb 8, 2017

Can we be friends and watch each other? I will ad a lot of faves! Also isn't that V838 Monocerotis you have for an avatar?

ReclusiveChicken

Edited Nov 24, 2015

What have I become?

An artist? An idiot? Or a traveller?

I only crash here because this place is philosophical.

pomohippie7

Nov 1, 2013

We at %Word-Smiths would like to inform you that you have been selected as one of our November Members of the Month. Keep up the good work!

HippieHebe

Oct 10, 2013

thank you muchly for the watch!

AElfrics-Cat

Oct 8, 2013

Just a fly-by to say thanks for the adds and the lovely comments. They made my morning! Really appreciate you taking the time! x

ExistenceWeSummonYou

Oct 8, 2013

You're welcome! I like poetry. Pooooeeettttrrryyyy... even when I say it, I can see it rolling and winding in front of me, going on for ever. That's comforting.

AElfrics-Cat

Oct 9, 2013

Woo! Yes. Poetry! MORE!! Poetryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!