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Intended ConsequencesIntended Consequences by =tetrarchangel
I choose that it was this way and
It was.
Power being available to follow
The imaginable courses, and
I was always known for my strong vision
For what was not, and ought not, and can not.
I have envisioned a future of
Picture-postcards that slowly horrify
As the implications are
Let out, one by one, prisoners of no conscience and no knowledge of conscience,
I have envenomed my needs.
And poisonous fruit grows
On trees of the bitter seed.
But if I am ever accused,
I shall make no defence,
Only admit: I intended all of this, even as it was. The act
And the reaction. I can't pretend that
It got out of my hands, because
I wa
Welsh Language RadioWelsh Language Radio by =tetrarchangel
Tuning in takes time,
The ponderous mountain-shift
Dial twisting
Volume. Volume is key.
I recognise key words.
I’m listening to Welsh language radio,
Picking up only the loans,
Only the ones they took from us,
Transliterated.
That translation process starts now,
It starts only with listening and listening and listening.
Some days you won’t get through. Some days you will not be heard.
Considering message on old media,
Voicespeech,
Vocal chords with sevenths
The clashing subtext,
The invisible symbols,
Everything I miss in everything said.
It was not just one person
Speaking Welsh.
We’re all Welsh to each other
AspergistraAspergistra by =tetrarchangel
“HE DROVE HIS MIND INTO THE ABYSS WHERE POETRY IS WRITTEN… WORDS BECAME VIVID AND MOMENTOUS THINGS.”
George Orwell,
Keep the Aspidistra Flying
Tell me of uncertainty and I will tell you
That I’m trying to understand
That I’m making an effort.
I spend my time with a human jukebox
And a panic simulator
Of course the other side is close
Of course the lines are thin.
The professor, he tells me,
That the way I act
Even tangentially
Puts me on one side of the divider.
I love him for it.
It means I know where I am.
I like to break things down
Like he does,
Yes, I know I cannot
Successfully dissect
This world,
Lights GutteringLights Guttering by =tetrarchangel
[a cold place. candles. stone. open skies.]
I had caught some fire from beacons on mountaintops
Saved it on these candles
That could only burn their course
Yet still I mourn them,
Though those old beacons are long-quenched, long-gone, long-lost.
I hold no attachment to the flames,
But cannot help but ache
At each one’s extinguishing.
To go out with finality
Whilst those other lights, guttering,
Weakening with every moment
Offering no light of worth.
I shall stay here.
I shall watch these feeble lights
Come to their end. Then
New mountaintops shall call.
Then new beacons shall be lit.
VCVC by =tetrarchangel
Victorious Cupid cannot
Satisfy all of the victory conditions.
Love may conquer,
But it must only come up with the optimal
Solution of maximal completion [was that not Jupiter?]
I speak to
Venus Callipygos
And she tells me this,
Though of course that was all subtext;
No, less, it was the consequent answer. I brought
The callipygian element in,
Desperate to find a way to say it
[Sans bawdiness]
Lacking object. We play
Those games.
At this time, one might imagine another meaning. I’ve told
His tale as best I can, yet,
The stories only go to the medalled. And if there’s a shared
Gold,
Then the remainder of the podium
Walk on, u
Axes III and IV (Grinding)Axes III and IV (Grinding) by =tetrarchangel
III:
From swing to impact
"TEAR DOWN THIS WALL!"
It seems an eternity - metal
Penetrating concrete. Finding a bunker
Wherein the truth has been suffocated,
I weep
With joy for freedom in violence.
#
IV:
Sever the ropes, sever servers,
Behead the spectres
Does night keep us,
Some moored zeppelin to hunt us down? Let
It float to an end.
Let fire roar in the sky and it be opened up.
Let nothing remain bound to the earth.
echoes.when did the writings on the wall get so white?echoes. by ~iheartfrank
dream,follow through, repeat.
if all else fails, sleep it off, suffer, and start again, where did you go? where will you be?
i look
and there you are.
just as i left you.
on the ground.
wishing you could bring yourself to stand
how much are you willing to sacrifice?
how many li
taking timeoh and you're so divine (so tact...so tact..tact..tacttaking time by ~iheartfrank
you're like staring into the sun
you're like socks with sandals
you're like a dark alley in broad daylight
and every time you roll your eyes
every time you sigh that heart attack sigh
look at the world we've created
sidewalks big enough to count even steps
our hearts beat with every second guess
watch your feet as they take you as far as you need to be
(watch mine as they follow you)
The Frame of Things.You sing to me in my sleepThe Frame of Things. by ~Emotionally-Executed
and I am none the wiser
sipping on buttercups
I am the epitome of drunkenness
your love and opinion,
the only things that matter
as I catch pneumonia while your tears rain down upon me
for I am without your eyes to blanket my wet skin
and keep me warm.
Your teeth gnaw on my guts in my dreams
a suffering creature writhing above the sheets
afraid of her awakened conscience
because it reveals her lonelin
I Fear That I WiltO beautiful orchid!I Fear That I Wilt by ~pikaroadkill
I saw you sitting in the meadow.
You mingled among the dandelions.
They tried to strangle you,
But you never struggled to breathe.
The sun shined bright upon you.
It tried to dry up your roots,
But you dug deeper.
You always had plenty to drink.
Then I came,
And I wanted to pick you,
But I saw that you were beautiful just where you were.
You never show weakness.
You never brag of your strength.
Your modesty and determination is why you glow with such radiance.
The Treasury Turned Into SaltThe snow fell like ash on a Monday afternoon,The Treasury Turned Into Salt by ~pikaroadkill
Disappearing upon contact and forgotten.
Flower blooming in the snowy depths
Of this dark and defiant April shower.
Meanwhile,
I watched money flow like a river
Into an ocean of ink.
I shielded my eyes from the glow of the sun
As the treasury turned into salt.
I wanted to fly,
But was afraid of falling.
Not quite the cruelest twist of fate.
I filtered the light through a cellophane ceiling,
And drenched myself with the green of the spring.
I'm using an ottoman as a stool,
A coffee table as my bed.
The thorns protrude from my nape,
And they sting my ego,
Bleeding out my pride as I
Goldyou were the quality of light in the evening:Gold by ~queenISH
golden and crisp, solid but difficult to touch.
you were the yellowing pages of ancient tomes:
mysterious and alluring, bursting with knowledge
I could never know. you flickered with tantalizing
exhilaration: you were a living drop of rain.
you bought me a jewelry box in India;
it lay on my nightstand and held your
postcards and thoughts which touched me
like feathers on my heart. it held secrets
I could never tell; of faraway places and
the warm press of your hand on mine.
on my fourteenth birthday you lay an
African diamond in the palm of my hand
and lingered there a moment, yo
Once AgainOnce Again by ~Metatetron
I see that once again, you've put yourself under his thumb,
absolving yourself of the effort of thought.
Oh love! Was beginning to become you really so painful,
that you sought the shelter of his chains once more?
I know that you’ve felt the other.
I heard it in your voice, soft and tremulous.
I thought it was love, and didn't know
the trembling came from your fear.
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