Fulmah's Thoughts

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by fulmah, Aug 9, 2004.

  1. KittenX

    KittenX Purrrific

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    I like how -bumble bee blonde- slips off the tongue.
    Great realism entwined with mysticism. Kismet, destiny, stars.
    Do me a favor if ya could read my -Fatalist- poem on page 2 of my thread, I wonder what you'd think of it.
     
  2. gesone

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    I see you like using a lot of alliteration. The advantage of alliteration is that it creates a natural rhythm in the lines which makes the poem enjoyable to read. You also have great image, your diction is nicely constructed in those areas. Congrats! Keep writing!
     
  3. fulmah

    fulmah Chaser of Muses

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    and your name becomes
    the mist a whisper invents
    on the lip of a wine glass
    as response to rude comment
    becomes refracted light
    from crystal end over end
    that crashes on the wall
    and becomes blood
    splattered on the ceiling
    staining the carpet
    creating the future
    an impenetrable
    and ugly fate
    becomes
    now today tomorrow
    what history becomes
    has been written now
    your photographs
    on fire
    your phone # forgotten
    your face becomes erased
     
  4. fulmah

    fulmah Chaser of Muses

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    wrote this a few minutes ago... lots of coincidence going on today... some of the things in KittenX's thread sparked this and I ran with it, forgive me for embellishing ;)

    …Cos when Maynard sang,
    "one and one are one, eleven"
    it was prophesy on fire
    out of my speakers
    defying immutable logic
    immitating omnipotent voice
    the full width of which
    lies forgotten in the deck
    till you get in your car
    and go to lunch
    and hear it
    crank back up

    and then, to jazz it up,
    two turkish images coalesced
    and danced
    and I don’t believe in coincidence
    and while probability is of consequence

    fuck math

    lightning bolts
    strike lightning rods
    many, many times
    the dead are revived
    by god, if you’ve faith
    and probability
    is probably bullshit;
    one plus one
    equals eleven
     
  5. KittenX

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    Wooty! That's a nifty piece. But it's Maynard, not Meynard.

    Fuck math indeed.
     
  6. fulmah

    fulmah Chaser of Muses

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    Dammit! :$ I knew that.... edited

    and thx for feedback KX and gesone!
     
  7. sylvanlightning

    sylvanlightning Prismatic Essence

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    I love the transitory imagery here. Your work is heartfelt and passionate. Thank you for sharing.
     
  8. fulmah

    fulmah Chaser of Muses

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    4 nights in a line and the whole time
    alcohol numbed the nerves and slowed the mind
    and we slept as the strep went scarlet
    with little red bumps growing on her skin
    causing concern than builds anxious tension
    and it’s got to be confusing, not knowing
    what the roots of the problems are
    the aches seem to be closing in
    wrapping infected tentacles, covering her skin


    and I have to confess, our history hurt
    and it leaves me bitter, wanting revenge
    wanting to cut into her psychoses
    But it’s not right; an unwarranted attack
    Just to get back, snap that spine in half
    Is too strong a momentary emotion
    So tell me what am I supposed to feel
    The boy with a decaying smile
    Too afraid to brush his fingers against her
    Too scared to care to think about her pain
    Is behind the wheel of these 4-doors again
    Driving down the road with the windows cracked
    In an insignificant black, blue, broken world
    Created by sense of fucking humanity
    Created by being the bigger person,
    And it will break me, too. I’ll be blinded by
    How she likes to cook and crate vegetarian meals
    How she bites her bottom lip in mischievous spells
    And the confusion will creep thick smoke blankets
    Contaminating the clean air of current thought
    And what’s real will escape
    And so she’ll sleep ignorant and safe
    From the shadow that just crossed my face
     
  9. littleskinny

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    Great collection - you have a feel for the shape and taste of words! Highlights of the lot are, in my opinion: first stanza of "elasticized", the ending of "connection" (esp the last line - love love love it), the whole of "on the floor" - a sensual extravaganza" and finally the painting that is "Anti-territorial & College Optics".


    I'll keep popping in.....
     
  10. fulmah

    fulmah Chaser of Muses

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    Thanks for stopping in Sylvan and Lil Skinny! Glad you derived enjoyment from some of these :sunglasse
     
  11. fulmah

    fulmah Chaser of Muses

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    laura’s in synche with doug
    laying down foundations
    to deep conversations.
    the subject: evolution of the brain
    during a single life span
    and the mental adaptations
    rerouted neural paths
    and stimulants
    that make them permanent.

    the party has crowded around
    college kids with cheap keg cups
    listening and fascinated
    by the couples iris bombs,
    strings of enlightenment,
    woven intelligent words,
    the pattern pieced together
    when the comment is made
    laura and doug are talking
    in iambic pantameter.
    they talk eclectic, their voices
    echo spaghetti-western reverb,
    that low bass feedback
    lingering in a hushed room
    stale as a lost pack of cigarettes.

    laura swears she’s margarita,
    cold as ice, topped with salt.
    she’s the slurred hammer
    put the boys down
    after only a sip.
    three o’clock strikes and
    the house is nearly empty.
    she’s laying with him on the floor
    ocean carpet rolling wild
    with an ear ringing backdrop
    resting in the psyche
    with an observed permanence.

    laura looks over, notices that
    doug possesses grizzly bear hair,
    a rough punk peach fuzz beard
    and shady mentality not worried about
    crazy shit that happens sometimes.
    laura is all smiles and horomones
    are getting thick in her chemistry.
    her mind spinning cartwheels,
    calm is a pipe bomb
    with a fuze half burned
    and satin thoughts are getting
    loud in her body language.

    closed closet day dream,
    mental peaks, creeping webs
    of dark’s ribbon thread
    around torn reality thrusting thru
    rhythmic lung explosions
    watery eyes and fire
    she’s an emotional avalanche,
    a passion ripped whimper
    from the forming thought
    that this is wrong.
     
  12. KittenX

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    Amazing story telling and word play! Each line offers something extravagantly new and refreshing.
    Excellent piece fulmah.
     
  13. fulmah

    fulmah Chaser of Muses

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    Something about this one's just not right to me... any ideas anyone? is it crap and scrap it?

    morning came, clouds answering questions,
    thick as thunderstorms, hailstones
    crashing flashbacks of the night before
    with the haunting technicolor
    of a dreams hypnotic touch…

    mclaughlins fingers of fire shivering
    wailing distorted soundscapes;
    each note a phoenix brought to life
    to die as the next is born

    suzanne’s listening from the lay-z-boy,
    head down, brown hair hanging over a face
    of soft, angelic, innocent curves; and
    i tell her she's cleopatra, watch her try to
    respond, but shy, she gives up and so
    I offer youngs double chocolate stout;
    "cheers", start drinking then
    all goes grey

    its about four hours later, i guess.
    beer bottle caps are a minefield
    across the bedroom floor.
    clock radio says its 3:18am
    and i dont know what we've done
    but shes blanketing me,
    head on my shoulder
    and slick skin.

    she's waking up, mumbling
    an irresistable sirens symphony
    calling me to her arms
    so i kiss her quiet
    sail back to dream.

    sunlight is cruel
    to drunk, passed out yes,
    prying them seperated, forcing
    attention to poorly composed pop-rock
    that's conquered my clock radio.
    suzanne left in the early morning,
    poor girl split her foot on a cap,
    spilt blood and stumbled into her clothes,
    couldn't put on her shoes: they're still here.

    out of bed and dressed
    and into the kitchen, i grated cheese
    for scrambled eggs, then saw
    the note on the refrigerator.

     
  14. fulmah

    fulmah Chaser of Muses

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    I’ve some of her hair, I’ve made a doll
    it’s in the closet on a clothes hanger
    disguised to be a dragon
    breathing fire & wreaking havok
    wrecking my possessions on the shelf
    wrinkling my work shirts, my jackets

    so, I’ll dance to tribal drums
    chant the spell for shaman eyes
    and while I may not be an astronaut
    here goes my mind to the oort cloud
    home of comets and planet x
    with the solar system far below
    here I can weave the gravities
    into a waterslide, a wormhole,
    some kind of dimensional expressway
    that contains control of the dragon
    & will put out the fire
    & say her name 3 times
    & light some candles
    till the smoke begins to float
    against the wind
    into the dragons mouth
    against the laws of physics

    one day she’ll open the closet door
    see it hanging there: a little her.
    eyes: the same, lips: the same,
    the same shape of her face
    and everything else proportional

    and what would I say to her
    everything you feel is programmed
    are the effects of a spell
    that creates pheremones
    to attract & pull attention
    to braid your brain with:
    this is the real thing, no faery tale
    this is the forever that hardens diamonds
    this is that kiss-the-bride camera flash
    and there’s nothing you can do.
     
  15. sylvanlightning

    sylvanlightning Prismatic Essence

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    This is immersive. I love the texture of your relationships. Your inspiring me to create another thread of my beloveds diamond flashes :)
     
  16. fulmah

    fulmah Chaser of Muses

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    a countdown came creeping across the apartment
    as a viscous ticking clock with alarm set to toll
    & pitching elbows on the coffee table, I watched
    the hands with silver fingernails flip another card.
    she howled, "fuck!" and flung her arms in the air
    & right then I was thinking, something’s happening
    & right then thunder assaulted the house & our ears
    just as she won the game: it was godly proclamation
    of fuck, thunder, a heave-to of heavy vibrations
    that left windows rattling; that left me dumbfounded
    and figuring that though the world’s not terminated
    that even if the chance of another bolt is low
    I think I’ll accept defeat & make no challenges

    well, maybe I’ll formally apologize
    for the failed repair of electrical codes
    the brain composes into words
    that the tongue can speak...
    cos right now I’m stuttering,
    blaming predictions:
    the five of cups fell
    and for all its warnings
    I felt we could hold together
    the disintegrating communication
    I thought we could call off
    the bedroom battles, but
    we spit bullets, spilt blood
    broke bottles, lamps, and bones
    and if you didn’t already know

    calendars compiled of such events
    will quickly wreck your humanity
    create a defensive beast, on guard,
    expecting attack at any time.
    it's a technique interrogators use
    to break the sense of self
    and applied to any couple…
    a long, ugly end.
     
  17. osiris

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    indeed, careful must we be that the cups do not floweth over, fattening us on a pleasure we would take for granted, stagnating our power of going, and our ability for knowing. Wouldst thou will to love, or dost thou love to will? The difference is so subtle, yet the distinction is so important. Let us not lose sight, lest we decieve our selves. Indeed, let us lose our selves, and regain any sight we may have lost. There is triumph here in these apparent seeds of decay. Will you go with the flow, or be dragged under, fighting the undertow?

    We must ask ourselves, and meditate long on the matter:

    "Which is stronger, the Water or the Rock?"

    Much Love ;)
     
  18. fulmah

    fulmah Chaser of Muses

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    Thanks for the feedback Dope and Osiris... and Osiris, wow; great response... very thought provoking, least for me...

    Precisely right probably 90% of the time, this occurred due to that 10% other-world... If you go with the flow, and be dragged under. Will to love or love to will; does it matter if your partner is unconsciously applying an extremely subtle, powerful form of emotional abuse? Not too pretty a train of thought... but as G.I. Joe said, knowing is half the battle! Here's to the prettier days ahead....

    Thanks for this brief moment of reflection....
     
  19. fulmah

    fulmah Chaser of Muses

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    around the base of stretching skyscrapers
    a limited perspective was introduced
    as I tiptoed behind a cute brunette
    who wore a reckless white tank-top.
    ambition attached itself to my stomach
    as attention focused on the space
    between her shoulder blades
    right where the spine starts to emerge
    to mix composites for cerebral connection.

    I was watching her muscles move
    and how her spine stuck out in a weird way
    when she turned around, looked right at me.
    I blinked

    and we were at my place
    with two months on the clock
    the window open and her clothes
    four stories below on the sidewalk;
    and had I been given powers to
    _____predict her favorite songwriter
    _____control her every thought
    _____perform the moves that
    _____make her scream
    I might have moved before now
    or at least brought some lubricants
    I mean, I should have at least suspected
    but no, here I am, face inflamed
    wondering if her ex-boyfriend
    wants to beat me up
    a punch to the chin,
    it’s no lie, I’d fall
    like her clothes, out the window
    floating down between buildings
    landing among so many feet
    that after she came running to look
    she’d find only dirty ragged remnants
    of her only airborne lover

    we went to sleep well beyond midnight
    and the pillow got hot, muscles got tense
    leaving me rolling over all night
    but still I managed to catch
    the zzz’s, the sheep on the fence
    whatever, I woke up trying to breath
    and the ceiling was nowhere in sight
    guess I passed out on my stomach
    she seemed to think that important
    "you hide in the dark
    but light gets in anyway"

    yes, I got stepped on.
    It left me stunned, stumbling
    down dark, dirty streets.
    recollection rpm’s redlined,
    and at the point of implosion
    how was I to know I’d find
    two shoulder blades & a spine
     
  20. sylvanlightning

    sylvanlightning Prismatic Essence

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    Gripping, blazing & sensual. Loved these lines the best. I admire your perceptions. The contours and beauty, caught by your eye, is not that of the obsessive norm. I enjoyed lingering with you on the shoulder blades and spine. Your imbedded OBE was subtle and the implosion imagery very effective.
     

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