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    dots Submission Name: Rage On & Beyonddots

    Author: C. Starr
    ASL Info:    35/yesplz/State of denial
    Elite Ratio:    4.22 - 130/196/68
    Words: 801
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
    Total Views: 867
    Average Vote:    No vote yet.
    Bytes: 4549

       Written in 1996

    to understand this poem completely you should have an accompanying drawing by the same name.
    The drawing was created at the same time as the poem and almost everything in the poem is visible in the drawing.
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    dotsRage On & Beyonddots

    Itís a world I created and itís called rage,
    Come on in and open your mind.
    very few will get to stay.
    So uncage your state.
    The sun, it shines behind her eyes,
    With detailed skies of thorns and vines,
    Stressed out veins and hundreds of lines.
    Crying on the land, swimming In ecstasy,
    Feathers lay in sand and your next to me.
    Designs of our crimes,
    exploring with your mind,
    Symbols of you seducing me and all those lost times.
    Hey, thereís that hanging noose,
    All you have to do is walk on through.
    Thereís the big fancy door, bright lights and inside, well you know.
    All the drugs a junkie could use.
    Rules ? We donít need no stinking rules. *
    Spider webs, everybodyís dead,
    Caught up in the silk of black destruction,
    Stuck a needle in your debt and blew off your head.
    My soul is on the block and the devilís at the auction.
    Your heart is hangingÖÖ..from a tree, like a leaf.
    No, Iíd rather see you deceased.
    Ya, your heart is hanging, hanging from barbed wire.
    Cause youíre a liar and it makes you feel good. *
    So neither one of us do what we should.
    Strobe light in the sky,
    Makes me feel fine.
    mother natures fireworks blow my mind away to the moon,
    Hurry up this day is catching us and the sun is coming soon.
    the rattlesnake hides between the rocks and those places up high.
    When Iím up in those palm trees, I can see everything,
    so damn clearly that I long for the ground,
    To fall from my dreams and sink back down with the weeds.
    Water into wine, wine runs into whiskey.
    Iím still feeling fine,
    He touches my hand and softly kisses me.
    Tornado in the sky,
    vacuums up this snow cap on my mind.
    Burn a hole in my brain,
    and drive me down that road youíd call insane.
    And Iíll never feel the same again.
    Ya, your barbed wire, it wraps me up in my reflection,
    The water it surrounds me and gives me needed affection.
    Afflictions and addictions,
    Of course this is all a required prescription.
    A painkiller for the soul,
    Come on over and make me whole.
    Razorblades cutting into fading consciousness,
    Nothing is left here but addiction among us.
    Running through my maze, I fade into a haze,
    Familiar scents from a lost time and a burned out faze.
    Shining pyramids and Egyptian eyes in my mind,
    Surreal fields and rolling hills with silver daises that shine.
    Barricades of bubbles and shapes,
    And thereís a wild jungle between my altered states.
    Devil with a darkened face, take up all unwanted space,
    And please leave not trace of this tripped out place.
    Go away.
    Space ship lands on my own private Idaho. *
    Oh no, itís Jupiter and itís so strange with pictures from my room,
    Monster eyes stare from the light sides of my many moons.
    Swimming circles in pools of unconsciousness,
    Eat those purple mushrooms, then eyes in the clouds will hover over us.
    Through Canyons and islands,
    We keep Running from the sirens.
    Needle in the vein, start that rain all over again.
    Fairy tale kings and pot leaves,
    Angel wings and dealers sleeves.
    These useless things stuck on my page,
    And no matter how long I rave I canít defeat the rage.
    Pipe dreaming, right in the middle of the scene.
    Smoke hangs on the brain, little house on my prairie,
    Magical rainbow take me back to the rain.
    I let the waves roll over my face
    and sleep by the river stream,
    Dreaming of whirls and swirls that curve and connive the brain waves.
    Love it, worship it, to that sight youíre a slave.
    Tree trunk uprooting my thoughts,
    these roots and branches like veins and arms,
    In an orgy of dead wood Iím caught.
    Replenish my creations by sprinkling his cremations over my grave of inspirations.
    And still I stop to wonder how I stumbled over rage.

    * WE donít need no stinking rules. - Scar face part one
    *Cause youíre a liar and it makes you feel good. - Henry Rollins band ,liar
    *my own private Idaho - meaning the metaphoric term, not the movie.

    Submitted on 2005-07-15 16:04:59     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    ||| Comments |||
      oh wow-yeah it is a little more than random thoughts but hey who am I ?-to me this was a question about who you are , speaking to yourself and you as the writer are going as a person. Wether it be in relationships, work, sex, friends, or all combined. This has created a rage I believe. You know something...well I didn't like the fact and I say this sternly. It was too long for this kind of poem it is a bit random BUT because of that fact AND on the surface...I mean this is a free flight through, around, atop, below and around again trip of your mind, which I can dig...cause I kinda like you but did it have to be so long...hah
    anyha- your writing seems to flow in a well..kinda me way. I swear the flow...at times I think I am reading something I wrote...No matter what ya think that iis a compliment. The rhymes or something I don't know.
    this was my fav part for sure
    Designs of our crimes,
    exploring with your mind,
    Symbols of you seducing me and all those lost times.
    Hey, thereís that hanging noose,
    All you have to do is walk on through.
    Thereís the big fancy door, bright lights and inside, well you know.
    All the drugs a junkie could use.
    ok I have no been here too long...chica-solid flight
    | Posted on 2005-07-16 00:00:00 | by LameMansTerms | [ Reply to This ]
      oh wow...this is all moving so fast for me. For me-you need no picture, I think I pretty much see what your words have painted. The second line-

    "Come on in and open your mind.

    had me hooked and made me feel I had to read the whole thing. This is very captivating because of the rush I get just from reading it. It just goes on and mixes into a bunch of random thoughts-I like it.

    Thanks for sharing
    | Posted on 2005-07-15 00:00:00 | by fiery_eyes | [ Reply to This ]

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