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Instinct Poems, May 09
These poems were written by the group one line at a time without knowing more than the preceding line and converted with much effort and dedication by Siggy, enjoy.
In space being weightless how
Amazing b that " to float and trust
I could see with my eyes closed then
So many colors dancing around us
As they are also singing like angels
Even though it is hot as hell
Heat doesn t bother me that much
Hot is the temperature of my instincts
I burn dvds with my organs
The organs of hearing
Listen carefully to the distant sounds
La la la la la la la la blah blah
Yada yada yada etc. etc. ect.
My instinct is that this over, so over
Now that they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall
A hole a mole an inspired soul
I do hope my life is interesting & long
But my instincts exist to keep me in the day
Of less than 25 hours
And three miles in the sand
My feet hurt by now but who cares?
So let s dance and boogie
And twist around the clock
Like we did last summer
Like we did last year
When you held me in your arms
I new I was in deep shit!
I reach up a clean straw
And drink from a 7UP I tucked away.
Will you write all over the walls?
Or would you choose the clouds?
I would choose the hills and mountains
Ah yes " I prefer the wooded mountains
Full of lush mystery, darkness and ticks
Talking to my cousins, those inbred frieks
They just got married last week
And had a lovely honeymoon
But look out the day after
And then we die!
And then we pop up again
That is why I love my pop-up blocker
It gets me to where my instincts go
And belly flop upon the shore.
Alone again naturally. Me
It is cruel to keep animals in a cage or on a leash
Never prevent the creeping of the beast
She will pounce anyway
Providing loud thunder claps
Thor is our god and so is Zeus
But we love Dionysus most of all
And the world will be better for this
If we return to our instincts
We must not let fears dominate
And is ok to squash them like bugs
But only if you can imagine the bug in you
Smaller than small in a large universe
It all fits together on a pin head
Slightly slippery so softly settle strange soldiers
Not marching yet never still
Feeling the wars of past millennia
Toward the future I move
Tentative is the face of destiny
Strong in our sense of worth
We can stand tall
Tall as the redwoods, surviving quakes and floods
Gliding up on the drafts
Soaring as far above as could be possible
Even if my wings burn in the sun
Burnished bronze handles brought to the baker have been buttered and baked by noon
I agree to whatever she said
However scary that may be
And instincts are very, very scary
But instincts are exhilarating
Inspiration is fed by groping through feelings
Slivers of spontaneity, surely a guide to the door
But doors only open and close
So windows it is
But those are just short doors into..
A world undone
Guide by whom guided by what?
I know not where to turn .
But, turn I do and see the yellow sign
Warm but blind is the light
Seeing the truth of our being
Knowing without doubt
That we all will die
This is certainty: that endings follow beginnings, circle around
Stirring and shirring with heat turned high
A pot, a boiling over, molten stew spewing
But the hunger is not getting smaller
So had better act soon
How did I know to look into your eyes?
I became clear once the words were spoken
Yet the voice was not his own
He had never heard such a scream ..
In truth, it did not frighten, it pleased him
He had become accustomed to death
But longed for light and love
Hearing with the ears of my heart
I misunderstood my own intensions
The mirror of my conscience was suddenly smeared, cloudy and murky
Water falling clearing the way
Ogthrod ai f
Heard the world over
Amen, amen, amen, amen
Get me out of this chapel of love
And we re gonna get ma-a-a-ried
And then we ll be happy
And I won t fade away
Unless of course you missed the point in the first place
To turn away from what scares me shitless
To do the thinks I have no control over
I must forget to think and just respond
Unbury dusty feelings
While sitting at the edge of the shore
Listening, watching without leaning on memory
Pure sensory in-the-moment touching
As the light touches my skin
The memory of her breath moves me
Stirring the lust in my heart
As I got to the river the bridge was collapse
And I wondered what I would see next
I always wonder what is next!
Although I have no control over it
I love my right to channel it
But nothing s on
My bare back
What did you say? My bare ass?
No shit that is what you wrote?
But what were you thinking?
Never fall I love again. What the world needs now is .
Instinct sweet instinct
Animals have great instincts.
But less than great abilities to give a lengthy discourse
Discourse in not necessary
But kisses are so wanted
I want them too, but I have endured beyond instinct
Intelligence I beyond instinct
So stop thinking so damn much!
You are fine one to talk
And I am a fine one to listen
Listening to sounds unborn
From the depths of before
I flitch at the sight of cruelty
I will never get use to it
This business of conformity won t do
I felt a churning in the pit of my stomach
It was all new to me, upsetting and thrilling, all in one
Prisms of emotion, changing with each turn
Mechanical masks sewn into our skin
With artificial smiles
I decided to speak up
Speaking up can be so nourishing
Fears be damned, and all of you be damned, damn it!
The girls can flirt and other queer things can do.
Oh, be a fine girl, kiss me
How dear to me is sleep
Which is a universal instinct
But limited in scope
There are no limits in life
Go for the highest limbs
Low hanging fruit is there-not
Low hanging fruit is not instinct
But reaching for it is
Slowly making me regret that I no longer have a memory
I suppose it s a stage to go through
If I can find the strength
To allow weakness is strong
It comes without warning
But instinctually found my way
Through the looking glass
I stepped, the blood from my foot stained the ground
The stake went all the way through until oops
It fell down out of reach, blood everywhere. A void
And than a moment of truth
Came about as she confronted me
Who, exactly, confronted you, eh?
I wilt in the face of confrontation.
I fear the loss of collaboration
It leaves a lump in my stomach
And a rash in my neck.
Ooooo. That tickles
I am in love
In sync with instinct
I felt the damp air against my skin
And knew that this was how my Celtic ancestors had felt, too
Singing and dancing, laughing and crying then
It s all one fucking big release, an enormous relief!
But anyway I was saying that
This day has been a real bummer
It was a reasonable day for me
Whatever the hell that means
Rabbits, rabbits, rabbits.
But amoebas multiply by dividing
A perfect harmony.
Sound like a song to me
Sha boop, sha boop
As the clock loudly ticks, I move
As slowly as I breath, exhausted
I try to regain my poise
I wonder if anyone else ever knows
Or feels the same sensations
Of touch and taste, smell and sight " our universal connection
Falling water, lofting stones, dandelions fly
The wind picks up and carries all my burdens off away
Along with my breakfast and newspaper
I decided that this day was going to be different
For me each day is different
Things unfold I a new way although
My instincts never change
Instinct? Food. Sex. Food sex. Sex food. Sex.
Taste, taste smell and eat
Coffee brewing, pastries baking
Crazy monkeys all jazzed up on self awareness
What s the point? You re still a monkey
Monkey see " monkey don t
And the monkeys love money!
But the orangutangs know better
And the giraffes know what s up
As the monkeys play around their heads
And the music plays on
I so enjoy this type of evening
Creative souls intermingling in instinctive improv.
Bewildered, adrift from origins unseen
Without a paddle
Or a cow that whistles
But isn t that silly!?!
Yes it is and so is life
I seize the days and love the nights
I dream a dream of days gone by " oh, fuck it!!
I dream of days gone by - great
I try to recreate them
But why would I do such a thing.
Do I look like the type?
Can you see who I am not?
And then she turned
We touch the face of night
And hope for love at dawn
At best the morning bird song comes without fail
The sun continuous to shine
And the moon continuous to reflect its power
While the children ate the cookies
And the dragon sat and watched and salivated
And I was waiting for the fire but something .
Hit me in the head
Feels like some kind of therapy
Number twenty one
Wide nostrils sniff furiously
So much to take in all at once
Taking too much at once can lead to irregularity
There we begin to lose balance
Holding that space between space
Until there is no space at all
We move within ourselves
Looking for a sense of wholeness
As I pick up the pieces of a broken life
Like a mosaic
Number twenty two
Shelter is what I need
Oh god, give me shelter
Shelter is good, but not an instinct.
Food is good, but not an instinct
Mouth watering, stomach grumbling
Digesting so little in the wake of so much
I try again to resist the temptation to overdo
But alas, I m on my ass..
Then morning coffee arrives
And we sit in the disarray of tangled sheets
Eating the cold leftover pizza.
Number twenty three
Yes, and I stretched and breathed deeply
Your hands received my arms and shoulders
But to get to my heart is much harder
Than it was when I was much younger
What was so when you were younger?
The joy and innocence of not knowing
Overwhelms my nature, bursting and glowing
I love radioactive pomegranates!
Me too and I hope you also!
God is great! God is good! Let us thank thee for our food
No farms - No food
No cows no hay
I m stumped.
One stump, two trees, three flowers
The birds and the bees
Seem to be confused as you and I.
Number twenty four
Without knowing, without even blinking or thinking, I began
An even and metered slide with
Many tingling notes riding all the way down
Many dreams did remain dreams
Despite the effects if the alcohol
I do enjoy my alcohol " all the time.
Way too much, in my opinion.
Bananas in plenty, rainbows of silver
Only one has a smell
I thought everyone smelled
How great is this?
It is so fucking marvelous
It is so fucking depressing. But OBAMA won!
Volare, OBAMA won. He really won.
So let s celebrate!!!!!