User:Gururvishnu

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

[edit] Watchlist

  1. Bakotopia
  2. God
  3. Il Muto
  4. List of Digimon
  5. Martin Wood
  6. Polar Music
  7. Practical Anarchy
  8. Russ Titelman
  9. William G. Roll
  10. Torphichen Preceptory
  11. Sartell, Minnesota
  12. Coralline rock

Ahem.

[edit] A Thousand Images of Unwritten and Written Poems

  • Pencils are like color trees. That grow backward.
  • Caught in an indescribable moment of surreality, my ignorance of it’s meaning lifted like a late morning fog.
  • And the trees of barren white grow crimson leaves.
  • My God! My hands! Oh, exulted epiphany!
  • The sickening dull yellow of my inkblot psyche.
  • That clever whore, that shark bastard!
  • Slides the crawling growl of Jaco’s bass-fingers.
  • It is lovechildren of Id, beauty in subconscious regurgitation.
  • But at least I’m not addicted to Heroin.
  • While the homeless and crazy hide from the falling sky under a concrete bridge.
  • I ride the sci-fi motorcycle over a rainbow made of brand-new colors into a stadium of cheering souls. “He’s made it!” they tell each other. “He’s finally made it here!” And everything else was a nothing joke by a good humored prankster.
  • Ah… Well… Uh… Yes then- er- I doth verily proclaim this day to fall into the night, so that they make love and bear the children of time… or something to that effect.
  • “I don't have a sword.”

“ok?” “You calling me a liar?” “No.” “I'm calling you a liar. Although I wouldn't do it to your face. That would be mean. And liars are easily offended.” “AH! WHY DO I LIE?” “I don't know, you're the liar, you tell me. Of course, you would probably lie, so stop telling me, LIAR! If that is your real name” “Ok you can think that.” “No I can't.” “Keep going. I'm not stopping you. Put me down so many times that it makes you feel better.” “You can't tell me what I can't not stop thinking.” “Because I want you to feel better” “You want me And it makes you feel better. Good. I always like making people feel better, especially those fond of me. Although that's a complete lie, but since you're a liar it's a truth to you.” “I'm so confused right now.” “You understand it perfectly” “No, no I don't.” “AHA!!! No+no=yes.” NO! What about three? or four! NO NO NO NO NO. Beat that.” “I’ve cracked your code, you magnificent bastard! That's just you lying. And since we're both established liars, we speak in truths to each other.”

  • Having reached the citadel, one feels the impulse to lie down in reflection...
  • Beauty of art expresses frailty of mind.
  • The wings of a dragonfly-a ching clink like a chain of keys.
  • Call me Salvador Ishmael Pinister, unless you can think of a better name. You probably can.
  • The virtual octuple-jointed elephants of free society roam nomadically within it’s borders.
  • And violet trombones sing the song of passion like an emblazoned choir. The liquid palaces dances among the crimson leaves of barren white trees.
  • Shinji Ikari: “Dammit.”
  • Drifting through a cloud of faceless faces, the muffled mutterings: “peas and carrots” “peas and carrots” They chant listlessly.
  • Must've played the viola, like I could of if I had taken lessons or ever picked up a viola. The strings would be made of love, and she could pluck them on a whim, the seductive genius she is.
  • You see, I'm very tired. So much so that letters and words have blended into a sort of beautiful soup. Rhubarb soup. It's all mixed up into a pink, poetic paste, and I'm in Paris.
  • I'm rambling here too, but I'm definitely in Paris, watching sculptures build themselves. Overall, it's very artistic.
  • The regurgitations of man's subconscious is a beautiful thing.
  • They paint me, mosaics of me; I care not.
  • Flowers drifting lazily around like a fallen leaf, I lie naked in a field.
  • Sleeping on burst fruit is a surprisingly comfortable experience.
  • And the adolescent boy decided to call himself Pedro.
  • Upon awakening we discovered that Leon and Winston had gone. Looking through the window, I saw them wandering outside draped in maps of South America and Northern Europe, respectively.
  • The fire slowly crawled up the leaves, draining the life out of each stock gradually and dramatically until it was a charred, blackened coil of ash. Smoke curled each vibrant leaf until they ruthlessly devoured themselves, releasing their substance through an explosion of chemical poetry that floated through space on some kind of wonderful, chaotic whim. It began to dissolve into the air. Turning into the dreams of beautiful men who had let their soul bleed for the sheer joy feeling, they wept for the freedom of an eternal surreality. Music dripped down into your ears. It was their not because it was being played, but because it was playing the minds of those who were neither aware of it’s existence nor aware of it’s absence.
  • (some images derived from Kevin and Joey Jo Jo Jo)
  • The above is not an image.
  • However, the above is an image, so you decide.
  • Watching neon lights paint electric portraits of an alien city.
  • There is no cabal. Fnord.
Multi-licensed with the Creative Commons Attribution Share-Alike License versions 1.0, 2.0, and 2.5
I agree to multi-license my text contributions, unless otherwise stated, under the GFDL and the Creative Commons Attribution Share-Alike license version 1.0, version 2.0, and version 2.5. Please be aware that other contributors might not do the same, so if you want to use my contributions under the Creative Commons terms, please check the CC dual-license and Multi-licensing guides.
Licensing rights granted to Wikimedia Foundation
I grant non-exclusive permission for the Wikimedia Foundation Inc. to relicense my text contributions under any copyleft license that it chooses, provided it maintains the free and open spirit of the GFDL. This permission acknowledges that future licensing needs of the Wikimedia projects may need adapting in unforeseen fashions to facilitate other uses, formats, and locations. It is given for as long as this banner remains.