tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89259480585788063172024-03-12T17:40:46.042-07:00Sparse Activities at NightMothica Lemongrasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688429192247132473noreply@blogger.comBlogger660125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925948058578806317.post-55306413536049094362015-04-28T16:23:00.000-07:002015-04-28T16:23:22.210-07:00Dreams that are Overrun by Explosives Head Oasis is<br />
a new cognitive state<br />
at the beginning of sunrise<br />
unlike any espresso or energy pill,<br />
Head Oasis beckons the deal.<br />
Picturesque lagoon ....................Mothica Lemongrasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688429192247132473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925948058578806317.post-54952323514563072222015-04-25T18:31:00.000-07:002015-04-25T18:31:30.951-07:00Lossless GlossHow and when, as the wind swept the leaves, across the land of air dried bodies at the stagnant river embankment, can you catch a twenty? Stale twigs are rustling in the distance. Perhaps a mangy cat is rallying a pack of dogs for an intense chase. The nearest town is a few miles away, the factories are still pumping out gaseous pollutants from the smoke stacks and they drain out oozing liquids. This river is beyond help. This towns death toll reaches a newer and higher number on the daily. It is all mainly suicides. The twigs are now shattering and rocks are smashing, bones are crackling...what is causing this great deal of calamity? Large tanks turn the corner from the forest. Guns are shooting off. I feel as though I must run away from here.<br />
<br />
What exists to make me disappear<br />
so that I may not hurt anyone<br />
to not even bend an ear?<br />
<br />
I stumble upon an abandoned sack, it is quite heavy. But I take it with me as I run along the waters edge. A sewer entrance is opened, I take this as an opportunity to hide away into safety.Mothica Lemongrasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688429192247132473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925948058578806317.post-68756230488359392842015-04-25T10:34:00.000-07:002015-04-25T10:34:16.275-07:00I Only Ever See Myself DyingI only ever see myself dying<br />
and being alone forever<br />
I am the ruiner.<br />
Whatever.Mothica Lemongrasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688429192247132473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925948058578806317.post-59903315614203097302015-04-25T10:21:00.000-07:002015-04-25T10:21:26.854-07:00As Lost as a Piece of Sappho's Writing I do not wish to intrigue you<br />
any longer for the sake of<br />
ruining more then what is<br />
already falling apart.<br />
We unraveled theories of<br />
disproportionate claims<br />
to make us seem more real.<br />
It is just not our time<br />
and I do not want to be in<br />
a pool for the pickings.<br />
I will be on my own,<br />
owning my loneliness.<br />
I would rather accept all<br />
my losses and never play<br />
the game.Mothica Lemongrasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688429192247132473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925948058578806317.post-10553274528769386322015-03-20T15:24:00.000-07:002015-03-20T15:24:17.397-07:00Money Moon and Racer DreamsRemember on Wednesday at the scenic overlook,<br />
the fog rose and the crowd gathered to witness<br />
an array of seagulls chanting the new hymn<br />
at the start of a new planetary system.<br />
We were once a human race,<br />
however, drugs broke our systems.<br />
We met with the clown masked people,<br />
their music we cannot discuss (it's hideous)<br />
and thus here we are, barely living at all.<br />
The collaborators and the contractors,<br />
the higher-ups in economical strides<br />
passed the time away with golf or<br />
miniature horseback riding.<br />
The joke was on the jocks and their<br />
distasteful long socks.<br />
Looking for the languid days of southern<br />
comfort, hire a maid and male stripers.<br />
The gay man hollered to the wonderfully swollen lady,<br />
"take back my food and bring me water!"<br />
A news anchor broke down the static barrier,<br />
we have retrieved a wavelength.<br />
A sparse reminder of a humane existence.<br />
<br />
The seagull hymn has now ended<br />
and the grander event is still to proceed,<br />
remain within contemplative caution<br />
that we do not overthink the darkness<br />
as the light arrives...<br />
granting forgiveness and acceptance that<br />
the dark had to happen in order<br />
for this rebirth.<br />
Would we be thankful at all if<br />
the warbler warped and snapped in half?<br />
The distance and sparkling suspicion<br />
the expansion of a deep breath,<br />
widening a gullet and opening skulls,<br />
barricading the ocean and a sea skippers core.<br />
Would we be thankful for<br />
the sandpiper skips a schooner for a<br />
one-handed spooner?<br />
The entitlements are limitless so long<br />
as we abide by the light and keep<br />
the newly crisp and informed shadows<br />
at arms length.<br />
Would we be thankful for fresh<br />
bacon atop a tin roof only to have<br />
a rooster pick up with its beak and give<br />
it off for money at the race tracks?<br />
No, that is poorly constitutionalized and<br />
caramelized lame.<br />
<br />
Digress into the digestive bunker,<br />
our own planet has swallowed us<br />
and now giving up the strength to<br />
push out the rear!<br />
We are wasteful but at least we live!<br />
Alas for the new days ahead!<br />
<br />
I have been talking this poem aloud<br />
to my companion mystery clown<br />
that died long ago...<br />
and to tell you the truth,<br />
depressing the pressure exerted<br />
amongst the groveling hunger<br />
and dissimulating the masses<br />
out of weapons and porn,<br />
I have to say I am depressed.<br />
Yet, I am undressed for you,<br />
the viewer, you must now know that you are<br />
the creepy voyeur.<br />
And I convey to you my last lash<br />
that I am naughty for you.<br />
A hankering for a romp in the hay...<br />
what say you?<br />
The new light brings about a change<br />
in me, the way that my heart beats<br />
and my body moves.<br />
I'll twirl for you and land on the bed.<br />
Make that our destiny.<br />
<br />
What should have happened by now<br />
is that the republic replica<br />
transfer an image to our<br />
individual vision screens.<br />
<br />
Mothica Lemongrasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688429192247132473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925948058578806317.post-10692722313120370702015-03-12T20:12:00.000-07:002015-03-12T20:12:38.998-07:00Olympiade A growth departure<br />
languid loose deseases<br />
and defecting madness<br />
pure plum puzzel moisture<br />
forget a thought and bring<br />
a new one to the table.<br />
Deter on the spectrum<br />
of voluptuous necessity,<br />
the color has yet to reveal<br />
the negative or a neutron.<br />
Hazard subscription,<br />
outlook for a goal.<br />
Flowing monkeys<br />
and cool west key monitors.<br />
Searchlight anthems,<br />
quickened sand seeps,<br />
peppers and the rouge<br />
lipstick bobs up and down<br />
the waves crashing onto breasts.<br />
Defeat the nasty guests<br />
kill the doomsday procedures.<br />
Nuzzle him, snuggle her,<br />
mess of bodies heating on<br />
one large landmass till the<br />
landmines explode and extrapolate<br />
the extra peculiar pelicans.<br />
Mothica Lemongrasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688429192247132473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925948058578806317.post-6160046871953917582015-03-12T19:48:00.000-07:002015-03-12T19:48:03.356-07:00Not Getting the AnswersHave I made the mistake of<br />
I don't want to be her<br />
the connection is off<br />
a quiet room<br />
thoughtful projections<br />
of the glycemic index<br />
scarlet ibis<br />
rationing of the emotions<br />
in conjecture to food<br />
what to have and not to haveMothica Lemongrasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688429192247132473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925948058578806317.post-47949317783255097942015-03-12T19:37:00.000-07:002015-03-12T19:37:03.860-07:00Villainous Variety Your venom drips into an hourglass,<br />
and the raw heaping heathen<br />
licks it's lips with demonstrative<br />
intentions.<br />
How can you continue to devolve?<br />
The ticking time bombs are decreasing<br />
time and increasing in destruction.<br />
You are doomed to implode.Mothica Lemongrasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688429192247132473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925948058578806317.post-28478822102523454832015-03-11T21:19:00.000-07:002015-03-11T21:19:34.613-07:00It is Written on the MoonEnding on a lighter note,<br />
from once it began,<br />
shovel that ice cream up<br />
to your mouth and aspire<br />
for a happiness all your own.<br />
You can be yourself.<br />
Scapegoat if you must.<br />
Muscle up the mountain.<br />
Ridgeback whale,<br />
doling out the wealth,<br />
grain for the fields<br />
of the gargantuan buxom.<br />
And breathe.<br />
Open that window and<br />
lick a sticker, click and ladder,<br />
smack a dapper. What does that mean?<br />
Rollercoaster; soft and funeral-like.<br />
I want to take trips to the beach with you.<br />
Ending again, an aged wisdom...<br />
that fleeting remorse<br />
of discolored unions.<br />
A tremendous uplifting<br />
of the seven scarves,<br />
and a slave to the rhythm that<br />
catches my sex.<br />
A softer ending still,<br />
to the ones that took the pill.<br />
Slipped up the rabbit hole and<br />
back down again, is that marriage<br />
sustinance or a nousance?<br />
A weaker end, for the thousand<br />
terra-cotta soldiers. They once<br />
fought and respected love.<br />
Now their souls graze industrial waste.<br />
The last but never the final ending<br />
to a new era of bedfellows.<br />
Lovers in the garden<br />
and bees fly all around...<br />
we remember bliss.Mothica Lemongrasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688429192247132473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925948058578806317.post-51866937997098971642015-03-11T20:36:00.001-07:002015-03-11T20:36:28.715-07:00A Tribunal of Dispartides That opal over there, yes that brilliant opal.<br />
Just open your eyeball please!<br />
I endure your touch of the opal.<br />
Place that sacred stone in your palm.<br />
We become equalized by the effects<br />
of the opal. The sequential spiritual<br />
properties are among the greatest<br />
that astounds all ages.<br />
It is really something special to witness<br />
and to express the gratitude out amongst others.<br />
It will bring a valued friendship success,<br />
it shall gift a couple with fidelity,<br />
it can win all hearts,<br />
it can be freeing and life consuming.<br />
Use it wisely because it does not like<br />
to feel as if it is being used.<br />
It must feel like a long lost lover<br />
reunited to a familial embrace.<br />
I implore that you must incumbent my opal.<br />
May all the blessing be upon you<br />
and your soul. Your chakras are blooming!<br />
<br />Mothica Lemongrasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688429192247132473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925948058578806317.post-23332496877531944682015-03-11T20:28:00.001-07:002015-03-11T20:29:17.338-07:00Humbling Like a blithering bumble goat ghost,<br />
aghast at the appearance of me,<br />
am I at all that bad?<br />
A straw and hay bed is the deluxe<br />
edition to the barnyard honeymoon suite.<br />
Are you excited? We can have that<br />
rumble in the jungle, and thats alright<br />
with me.<br />
I am sorry that you caused a disturbance<br />
in me.<br />
A solo little fish at the surface of the water,<br />
albeit that it does not shock me.<br />
And for whatever the reason,<br />
you cannot speak to my shoe<br />
in such an angry tone!<br />
My shoes are of my own flesh<br />
and blood,<br />
if that makes any sense<br />
then have a moment to<br />
sort out your thoughts before<br />
sneezing next.Mothica Lemongrasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688429192247132473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925948058578806317.post-15974689636178735222015-03-11T20:21:00.001-07:002015-03-11T20:21:58.132-07:00Panda BearTryclocylamin? Dry giro glicerin?<br />
Day glo a blu a way<br />
tri ple tw in<br />
w i n d o w<br />
widowed<br />
<br />
Hard of hearing?<br />
The bass sends vibrations,<br />
and you can ingest a liquid,<br />
can you not?<br />
Well then, you can hear.<br />
Hearing does not come from<br />
the ears.<br />
It comes from within.<br />
And that is his message to you.Mothica Lemongrasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688429192247132473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925948058578806317.post-34114997394957808532015-03-11T19:54:00.001-07:002015-03-11T19:54:35.209-07:00Freeing Up the Hard Drive I am imaging all the worst that could happen to me; the torture before my death and then the disposal of my remains.<br />
<br />
First of all; my chest has been split open.<br />
That is how vulnerable I feel.<br />
My ribs are broken and disassociated from<br />
my life's work, like they never even lived<br />
inside of me!<br />
I mean my own ribs that protected my lungs!<br />
Do that not know how much I love them?<br />
And then my backbones have been scorched.<br />
Some asshole took a torch and applied it to<br />
every spine, I can forget about ever walking again, too,<br />
because my legs...forget about 'em.<br />
Fuck if i know where my brain went.<br />
Probably tossed into the garbage<br />
and a homeless cat is clawing at it<br />
as if it was a ball of yarn.<br />
Disgusting!<br />
I mean really, I should do myself a service<br />
of self sacrifice. Whatever made me<br />
live on this earth anyways? I want to go.<br />
<br />
The title does not do this poem<br />
piece of shit justice.Mothica Lemongrasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688429192247132473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925948058578806317.post-12583742026830268892015-03-11T19:46:00.001-07:002015-03-11T19:46:16.956-07:00Dropping Some MysteriesA redundant musical score<br />
has secured a minimally invasive<br />
private practice maintaining the degrees<br />
of power that resonate our distance.<br />
Out of horror, because those hallucinations<br />
are creeping up again, I will just run away.<br />
Trying to keep this impersonal,<br />
and that matters not,<br />
deduce my mainframe.<br />
It is not like I am a cyborg circuit board.<br />
I am not rocket science.<br />
<br />Mothica Lemongrasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688429192247132473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925948058578806317.post-68897142405001837382015-03-11T19:41:00.001-07:002015-03-11T19:41:22.235-07:00Locking Away The PastBut no I can't, thats dangerous.<br />
I am all about living my past<br />
and drudging up the hard battles<br />
I never won and never will win.<br />
I have confronted some things,<br />
but maybe never in the way that<br />
makes me kill the memory like the<br />
bastard that it is.<br />
I even shudder to think there<br />
is more to that one memory<br />
but ever since that young age<br />
my mind has protected me<br />
just so I can survive.<br />
I must need a thought deprivation tank<br />
to invoke all the brain currents<br />
and make me feel that jolt of pain<br />
I have been holding off.<br />
What if that is the thought that emerges<br />
at the end of my life<br />
and I leave this world<br />
with intense shame?<br />
Scary to think about.Mothica Lemongrasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688429192247132473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925948058578806317.post-11878562913001378802015-03-11T19:37:00.001-07:002015-03-11T19:37:10.685-07:00Is the Eye Conceited? Concentrate your consorts<br />
and idolize the idealized<br />
figure of male and female<br />
and that is the click disc trick trick.<br />
<br />
<br />Mothica Lemongrasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688429192247132473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925948058578806317.post-75874788088144925782015-03-11T19:35:00.001-07:002015-03-11T19:35:17.953-07:00I May be in the Waters NowLife is unfreezing, the deep freezer burn<br />
is unlatching is chokehold and I am breathing<br />
again this time a lot more easier.<br />
Was I at first haunted?<br />
How could I possibly be in the clear?<br />
Such the pessimistic viewpoints insist;<br />
I have a long journey ahead of me.<br />
Life may look warm through false eyelashes and mascara.<br />
Debrief me, give me a direction with which to<br />
start walking toward.<br />
The water is graying<br />
and what does this mean?<br />
Has a volcano erupted?<br />
I must be the ashen corpse<br />
laid out to rest in the sea.Mothica Lemongrasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688429192247132473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925948058578806317.post-40284471614770020302015-03-11T18:42:00.000-07:002015-03-11T21:25:08.428-07:00I Want to Live in the ShowerNot all at once, but if its enough,<br />
then I will take it all in.<br />
That is because obsessions become me.<br />
User of that passion in a light beam.<br />
It is a rush of passion, and you can't ever understand that.<br />
<br />
However, the water in the aftermath,<br />
its what I chose to do.<br />
It is my tears and I barely feel<br />
anything anymore.<br />
Numbing the blurred pain.<br />
And thats just how it is...Mothica Lemongrasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688429192247132473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925948058578806317.post-46755453229042557252014-07-31T10:41:00.000-07:002014-07-31T10:41:32.946-07:00A Mangled Wreck Stardust polarized a path<br />
of glitter falling<br />
into outer hemlocks<br />
musky breeze<br />
devine technologies<br />
of the far away kind.<br />
Anything beyond reach<br />
from forceful fingertips,<br />
let the silken scarves dance.<br />
Tall reeds tells of tales,<br />
fatality alludes the deities.<br />
For they are more then enemies,<br />
they are volumizing the galaxy.<br />
Let the suns have their play<br />
in a time continuum,<br />
humans have every concept<br />
of life incorrect just as<br />
incoherent as the past is<br />
viewed from our present telescope.Mothica Lemongrasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688429192247132473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925948058578806317.post-36596061795006300312014-07-31T10:31:00.002-07:002014-07-31T10:31:55.270-07:00A Nuanced River of Belated DreamsI reminisce over valued details<br />
of the train stopping at the platform,<br />
steam rising from the pavement,<br />
my clouded vision is degrading.<br />
Congratulating the vicissitude quality<br />
undermines the predisposed nature<br />
of the fraternity.<br />
I hope you then idealize this new situation.<br />
You are most definitely not alone.<br />
Come to the house and walk through<br />
the escape route,<br />
my eyes are wandering search lights,<br />
yet they spotlight the eroticism of your soul.Mothica Lemongrasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688429192247132473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925948058578806317.post-46654163170011700562014-05-02T18:58:00.001-07:002014-05-02T18:58:11.156-07:00Annihilation Makes Inflation, The Smile! My hand fell off and walked into town<br />
grabbing all the garbage it could find<br />
as long as anything was free.<br />
<br />
The hand new limitations as much as<br />
humans were the only thing in largest<br />
quantity, yet could not grab.<br />
<br />
Ya see, I've only got a small hand!Mothica Lemongrasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688429192247132473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925948058578806317.post-23140505012432002142014-05-02T18:53:00.003-07:002014-05-02T18:53:36.752-07:00The Antichrist that Ate the TacoI forgot to turn off the oven<br />
before I walked out the door<br />
from my home,<br />
before I walked off into my car<br />
and drove into the sun,<br />
before the car reached the edge<br />
of this earth, and before<br />
the car flew off into space.<br />
"It's just the little things,"<br />
she exclaims as she pushes her<br />
chair out from the dinner table,<br />
and the chair keeps on sliding<br />
till it breaks down the wall,<br />
skids across the pavement,<br />
breaks into other homes,<br />
and falls down an abandoned well.<br />
"Nothing is easy," as we both agree<br />
stabbing each other with the kitchen<br />
utensils. Both of us did not<br />
want to wash the dishes.Mothica Lemongrasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688429192247132473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925948058578806317.post-91296966939114249242014-05-02T18:46:00.000-07:002014-05-02T18:46:04.487-07:00DearDear Daniel Radcliffe,<br />
<br />
We will reconvene by the submarine.<br />
Eat lunch in the Suzical, whimsy grass.<br />
Sunbathe and eat pomegranates<br />
and pretend that poverty never struck a soul.<br />
And to be sure the job is done,<br />
at sunset you will die and I shall<br />
solidify.<br />
<br />
Yours truly,<br />
A.Mothica Lemongrasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688429192247132473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925948058578806317.post-90161230128320698032014-04-17T12:18:00.000-07:002014-04-17T12:18:48.847-07:00Organized Oleander Fields I withdrew you from poppies,<br />
placed you in peonies and that<br />
did not help your troubles.<br />
Your cravings were intense<br />
and yet here we are,<br />
falling into oleander at dusk.<br />
Innocent geese fly over our heads,<br />
moss growth on our cheeks.<br />
We are too hazy from the ash<br />
travelled on wind<br />
from the volcano expressing<br />
its joy to be alive again<br />
miles from here.Mothica Lemongrasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688429192247132473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925948058578806317.post-58696044098817645422014-04-13T21:34:00.002-07:002014-04-13T21:34:34.036-07:00Elevator Death Plague That feeling in the bass drop<br />
as the floor falls out<br />
underneath the feet<br />
standing packed into the<br />
elevator unknowing of<br />
our messy fate.<br />
<br />
None of them had a<br />
chance of survival.<br />
<br />
On that very day, I was<br />
nowhere near an elevator.<br />
That day is known as,<br />
"International Elevator Death"<br />
You can imagine the absolute<br />
fear of dedicated employees<br />
have to their jobs<br />
that would rather walk the stair<br />
to their gloomy location<br />
rather then take the easy<br />
way up.<br />
Thus, elevators have become<br />
extinct, everyones legs<br />
have more muscle.Mothica Lemongrasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688429192247132473noreply@blogger.com0