Well, the time has come. Ol' B5C is leaving SG, and this time for real. It's for financial reasons on the surface, but I've come to realize that I've achieved, not what I came here to do, but something much, much richer.
I originally signed on to get in touch with the spirit, the "me", of my teens and early twenties, but what happened instead...
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I originally signed on to get in touch with the spirit, the "me", of my teens and early twenties, but what happened instead...
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neuroticanne:
I am back!! If you remember me....You are the greatest! If you don't, fuck it....say hi anyways....I need love.
scheisskopf:
I think you should reconsider.
A man is a neck
Holding up the weight
Of a star. Brightness
On the stretched bones crowned
With the bright hours of thought.
He thinks of her, the dawn
Spread at chin like a shattered
Cage, the ages in a frame, the
Line of time, allegoric, his
Body roiled through the cracks
In image. What wait? What
Weight like Atlas standing
In the plume...
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Holding up the weight
Of a star. Brightness
On the stretched bones crowned
With the bright hours of thought.
He thinks of her, the dawn
Spread at chin like a shattered
Cage, the ages in a frame, the
Line of time, allegoric, his
Body roiled through the cracks
In image. What wait? What
Weight like Atlas standing
In the plume...
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hotpinkauras:
beautiful words as always...how have you been, I have been busy working in the light...hope all is well, peace love compassion
y:
The Israeli bird is mine, fivecrows - hands off! 
Seriously, I'm majorly fancying her at the moment; I even have that picture as my wallpaper, tiled four times
I know what you mean about painting folks; I feel that way sometimes, even though my work has almost always been primarily figurative. I especially feel that way when i see De Kooning's work, and Schiele's.
Your life does sound a bit grey. You're right - it'll pick up. It's no doubt mainly the move - the whole uprooting thing; makes you feel like you're skating about on the surface of things when you want to be under the ice, swimming around.
Sad to hear you won't be on here much longer
How much time you got left? My 'sentence' ends in March, which feels like ages. Probably won't renew; I'll move on to greener pastures or something. This place has become more of a chore than a pleasure lately; I only come on for the friend-folks, really.
I haven't painted in a few weeks thanks to my own moving about of furniture and things. Feels shit. Unequivocally shit. So I can relate. I'm left getting creative with my journals and whatnot but, like you say - it just ain't the same; you feel like half a person.
The flooding we had was only on the other side of the country, I think; didn't pay much attention to it to be honest
We live near a stream, though, so we'd better keep our fingers crossed.
Be well, man.
Seriously, I'm majorly fancying her at the moment; I even have that picture as my wallpaper, tiled four times
I know what you mean about painting folks; I feel that way sometimes, even though my work has almost always been primarily figurative. I especially feel that way when i see De Kooning's work, and Schiele's.
Your life does sound a bit grey. You're right - it'll pick up. It's no doubt mainly the move - the whole uprooting thing; makes you feel like you're skating about on the surface of things when you want to be under the ice, swimming around.
Sad to hear you won't be on here much longer
How much time you got left? My 'sentence' ends in March, which feels like ages. Probably won't renew; I'll move on to greener pastures or something. This place has become more of a chore than a pleasure lately; I only come on for the friend-folks, really.
I haven't painted in a few weeks thanks to my own moving about of furniture and things. Feels shit. Unequivocally shit. So I can relate. I'm left getting creative with my journals and whatnot but, like you say - it just ain't the same; you feel like half a person.
The flooding we had was only on the other side of the country, I think; didn't pay much attention to it to be honest
We live near a stream, though, so we'd better keep our fingers crossed.
Be well, man.
The interpreter among the elders
Was no longer riveted. (S)he was
Not mercy, that is why; the speech
Was mild, the minds no longer wild
A child was a shapeless lion
In the breath-space of the world.
Peeling the shock from the glass, the
Palace of crass, immutable vibration
Her last thread severed from the first
Shed of the final bed "Happy to know you"...
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Was no longer riveted. (S)he was
Not mercy, that is why; the speech
Was mild, the minds no longer wild
A child was a shapeless lion
In the breath-space of the world.
Peeling the shock from the glass, the
Palace of crass, immutable vibration
Her last thread severed from the first
Shed of the final bed "Happy to know you"...
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y:
Where you at, Jack? Busy movin' an' stuff?
llona:
you have no idea how i breathed a sigh of relief, hearing your thoughts on reiki and being 'off the path'. i feel so far off the path, i'm not really sure how i'm going to get back on it.
Got the apartment.
Boo-ya! Heh!
*dancy dancy dancy dance*
I shit you not... I did 70% of the packing in the first two hours after we found out!
I wouldn't shit you.
You're my favorite turd!
Boo-ya!
Heh!
*dancy dancy dancy dancy*
Boo-ya! Heh!
*dancy dancy dancy dance*
I shit you not... I did 70% of the packing in the first two hours after we found out!
I wouldn't shit you.
You're my favorite turd!
Boo-ya!
Heh!
*dancy dancy dancy dancy*
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wildswan:
That much packing in that short of a period of time; you must be really motivated!
huck:
congratulations Mr F! 
tell me, will you be contributing to the next edition (Autumn) of Bouville? by the way, we just installed a random button - try it out!
tell me, will you be contributing to the next edition (Autumn) of Bouville? by the way, we just installed a random button - try it out!
I thought I was good, ya know? I thought I was okay. But when something grabs you by not only the heart, but by the soul, and the compatibility is so acute that this person feels like, not only have they always been with you, but they are you, well, it takes its own sweet time drifting away.
I can puff up my chest and...
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kristie:
Personally, I think that the proper time to mourn is absolutely essential to healing. I'm sorry that you're feeling this pain.
chryssi:
I know only too well the pain of losing someone you are one with. I recently had to end a not very good for me relationship with that exact same kind of person. I felt that from the moment we meet we had always been together and we always should. The problem was we were both married at the time. Since then he has gotten divorced and it is extemely painful knowing that I still cannot be with him because I am still married. I love my husband but the feeling of belonging to him is not there. But I cannot move on, I am not able to hurt him in that way.I feel that my pain is my punishment for betraying my husband. So I can understand what it is like to crawl inside yourself and hide until things are better. And they will get better I promise. You have been a great friend to me and if you ever need me to return the favor let me know. Just like I told Silvery you have to take time to care for yourself or you can never really give to others.
Thinking of you,
Chryssi
Thinking of you,
Chryssi
(stellar)
He lived about the thigh and
The gaze of whorled wood,
The cabinets full of bottles
Colored with a captivation
Less like thought, and more
Like an ignorance of color,
The caps rusting, something
Crawling in the ceiling, the
Wind. He pulled the smooth
Flesh up between his fingers
She "ouched" and laughter
Made her pretend her anger
Was real. There were nine
Boats...
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He lived about the thigh and
The gaze of whorled wood,
The cabinets full of bottles
Colored with a captivation
Less like thought, and more
Like an ignorance of color,
The caps rusting, something
Crawling in the ceiling, the
Wind. He pulled the smooth
Flesh up between his fingers
She "ouched" and laughter
Made her pretend her anger
Was real. There were nine
Boats...
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wildswan:
I'm noticing a recurring theme of containers in your poetry. Please tell me more about this!
y:
This is different for you, sounds different; that is, the sounds are different. Wise poem; I feel the thoughts in it like I might feel the smoke from a peace pipe.
medicine show
May I use
The room
You've
Unknown?
Tactical light. Town
Is distance smashed
By a surgeon on a
Voyage. Distance
Is a town without
A suture, all of
The frowns flow
Out and around, the
Smiles. Miles, you see.
These are more like
Peripheries, unusually
Centered like circumference
Based on a stretch of
Empty arms. I bit
Through the glass I was
Spying...
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May I use
The room
You've
Unknown?
Tactical light. Town
Is distance smashed
By a surgeon on a
Voyage. Distance
Is a town without
A suture, all of
The frowns flow
Out and around, the
Smiles. Miles, you see.
These are more like
Peripheries, unusually
Centered like circumference
Based on a stretch of
Empty arms. I bit
Through the glass I was
Spying...
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silveronthetree:
Great stuff again. You`ve really been doing it every day
There
Is a coin in the heart
That pays its way.
Is my favorite line
Followed by
I am
Not
So
Still...)
Your writing always makes me think, because I can`t quite get the meaning. I was talking to dior and she was saying much the same thing. The odd line has her in wonder, even if she doesn`t understand it.
Keep well and have a good weekend
There
Is a coin in the heart
That pays its way.
Is my favorite line
Followed by
I am
Not
So
Still...)
Your writing always makes me think, because I can`t quite get the meaning. I was talking to dior and she was saying much the same thing. The odd line has her in wonder, even if she doesn`t understand it.
Keep well and have a good weekend
y:
I'm fine. Overdue PM to follow this.
Yeah, all those guys have some of the 'mystery' in their work that Beuys' work had/has; that quality that makes their work seem like ancient relics or something. I have to say, though, that none of them can hold a candle to Beuys, imo. He was one hell of a unique human being. I'd take him over all those guys put together any day.
Cheers!
"lingual eyes" - lovely.
Yeah, all those guys have some of the 'mystery' in their work that Beuys' work had/has; that quality that makes their work seem like ancient relics or something. I have to say, though, that none of them can hold a candle to Beuys, imo. He was one hell of a unique human being. I'd take him over all those guys put together any day.
Cheers!
"lingual eyes" - lovely.
flood
1.
The ascending saints
Are like an army of rain
If the earth were flipped
Doom-wise.
No insect
Burns its wing
On a star. No sun
Forgets the vein
Of their warming.
(One sun, one
Strategy of
Forever turned into
A torching rhythm.
I'll pretend
To rediscover
The sky. I'll cry
Out only to have
The blueness refuse
To respond, I'll whistle
Like leaves...
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1.
The ascending saints
Are like an army of rain
If the earth were flipped
Doom-wise.
No insect
Burns its wing
On a star. No sun
Forgets the vein
Of their warming.
(One sun, one
Strategy of
Forever turned into
A torching rhythm.
I'll pretend
To rediscover
The sky. I'll cry
Out only to have
The blueness refuse
To respond, I'll whistle
Like leaves...
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silveronthetree:
Your writing always makes me think.
Thank you.
best thought,
Doom-wise.
Thank you.
best thought,
Doom-wise.
y:
Super-dooper! Howcome these aren't going in Urb Po Caff?
diamond mind
Pebbles of
Poison, rounded
Like
Tumbled
Teeth, bit
By bit
They
Roll
Or
Crumble
Down an
Inclination
Or are
Ground
Into
Ground. The
Daily
Antidote
Is to
Dote
Upon
Mandalas
Of
Mud, and
The
Gravity
Of
Lonliness, the
Symbol
Of
Value
In the
Process
Of
Life (I
Have an
Appetite
For
The
Living
Candy. I
Affix
My sweet
Tooth
To a
Chain
Of...
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Pebbles of
Poison, rounded
Like
Tumbled
Teeth, bit
By bit
They
Roll
Or
Crumble
Down an
Inclination
Or are
Ground
Into
Ground. The
Daily
Antidote
Is to
Dote
Upon
Mandalas
Of
Mud, and
The
Gravity
Of
Lonliness, the
Symbol
Of
Value
In the
Process
Of
Life (I
Have an
Appetite
For
The
Living
Candy. I
Affix
My sweet
Tooth
To a
Chain
Of...
Read More
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fancyd:
That picture is happiness, it is from NY, and it is exactly how things looked and felt. That's why I love it so. i din't have to manipulate. The RAW image looks exactly the same !
I think when you have children the center of YOUR universe shifts, but that man is wise. I am pretty famous round work for reminding ppl that the restaurant does not revolve around them, etc.
I agree with him mostly. Self exploration is a wonderful thing, can we really expect anybody to know us if we can't even know ourselves? Perhaps when I run out of things to talk about with daily living I will focus a journal on these thoughts. It is interesting. At least to me
I think when you have children the center of YOUR universe shifts, but that man is wise. I am pretty famous round work for reminding ppl that the restaurant does not revolve around them, etc.
I agree with him mostly. Self exploration is a wonderful thing, can we really expect anybody to know us if we can't even know ourselves? Perhaps when I run out of things to talk about with daily living I will focus a journal on these thoughts. It is interesting. At least to me
apathy:
baaaaaah i like how it flows and
the beat that
isnt there but
is
the beat that
isnt there but
is
Straight praise
Is the climate
For perforating
Bells. I
Am sitting
On the wheel
Of ideal, ringing
Base until
Place
Is
The chiming
Of swelling
Chest, released. At
Best I've
Clogged my
Ears with
Summer, at least
I've brought the beast
A slumber, a number
Of clappers like
My soul has
Legs, a sleep
Until
The ringing
Begs
No
Answer and
The parallel
Belly
Is...
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Is the climate
For perforating
Bells. I
Am sitting
On the wheel
Of ideal, ringing
Base until
Place
Is
The chiming
Of swelling
Chest, released. At
Best I've
Clogged my
Ears with
Summer, at least
I've brought the beast
A slumber, a number
Of clappers like
My soul has
Legs, a sleep
Until
The ringing
Begs
No
Answer and
The parallel
Belly
Is...
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vellin:
hehehe nice to meet you too 
they were both geniuses but she was also pretty fucken insanely depressed, so that would be a big reason why it didn't work out with them. I mean i'd cheat on her too, if she was accusing me of it for so long when i wasn't doing it, and always being angry, high strung, and depressed.
Please watch that movie, it was intense. Talking about it again makes me want to run to the video store and buy it!
I used to write alot (in the summer, when i was alone with my thoughts most of the time) but now my thoughts are racing with biology, psychology, and everything else i'm learning in school (unfortunately not poetry this year). I love it all, but it'd be an understatement to say it keeps me busy.
Plus I always get so angry when i write, only because "the word, defining; muzzles," it's a love-HATE relationship.
they were both geniuses but she was also pretty fucken insanely depressed, so that would be a big reason why it didn't work out with them. I mean i'd cheat on her too, if she was accusing me of it for so long when i wasn't doing it, and always being angry, high strung, and depressed.
Please watch that movie, it was intense. Talking about it again makes me want to run to the video store and buy it!
I used to write alot (in the summer, when i was alone with my thoughts most of the time) but now my thoughts are racing with biology, psychology, and everything else i'm learning in school (unfortunately not poetry this year). I love it all, but it'd be an understatement to say it keeps me busy.
Plus I always get so angry when i write, only because "the word, defining; muzzles," it's a love-HATE relationship.
vellin:
i've gotten better at it over the years, as it's expected, but it's put on hold for now.
the movie is called "sylvia"
goin to sleep now. sweet dreams
the movie is called "sylvia"
goin to sleep now. sweet dreams
Hephaestus Lovenote
(Up) until the brain is no
Longer an anvil, made-sword
Cleaving the ledger
Of forgetfulness, the pages
Unfurling, curling at the clip
Of their texture, which
Is memory despised
By memory, which is
The heated spark
Of the hammering, and
The hiss of fatigue as
Book and blade wound
The water. Fish
Is the primal lip. Bull
Is the murder of
China. Twins...
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(Up) until the brain is no
Longer an anvil, made-sword
Cleaving the ledger
Of forgetfulness, the pages
Unfurling, curling at the clip
Of their texture, which
Is memory despised
By memory, which is
The heated spark
Of the hammering, and
The hiss of fatigue as
Book and blade wound
The water. Fish
Is the primal lip. Bull
Is the murder of
China. Twins...
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iseult:
Thank you very much! I'm sure I won't be gone for long though. 
Hephaestus is probably my favourite of the Greek gods because despite being less prominent or glamourous than some of his contemporaries, he represents a constant; (a rhythm, if you like) which is paradoxical, considering the group of deities with which he is associated are infamous for their petulant, changeable dispositions. He always seemed to be less egotistical or infantile (which are very human weaknesses) than Zeus, et al; therefore was more 'godlike' in my view.
I like 'Hephaestus Lovenote' very much, particularly the idea at very end:
Hephaestus is probably my favourite of the Greek gods because despite being less prominent or glamourous than some of his contemporaries, he represents a constant; (a rhythm, if you like) which is paradoxical, considering the group of deities with which he is associated are infamous for their petulant, changeable dispositions. He always seemed to be less egotistical or infantile (which are very human weaknesses) than Zeus, et al; therefore was more 'godlike' in my view.
I like 'Hephaestus Lovenote' very much, particularly the idea at very end:
A single
Breath, some
Thing
Held in
To divide into
Rhythm...)
Quite wonderful.
kingskottie:
here's a version of a southern fried SWANS!
here's a version of a southern fried SWANS!
Chains of shamed haunters. Green noises. Do
You really paint your lips with a stick? They must
Bleed, remedied with the stain of pale reasons.
I inflamed my calandar until it was a prison
For a hardwood nomad, a carving of my
Thudding orbs done near the corpse
Of a moat. Culture is invinsible.
Sculpture is the spirit of a pebble
Puking up a vine....
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You really paint your lips with a stick? They must
Bleed, remedied with the stain of pale reasons.
I inflamed my calandar until it was a prison
For a hardwood nomad, a carving of my
Thudding orbs done near the corpse
Of a moat. Culture is invinsible.
Sculpture is the spirit of a pebble
Puking up a vine....
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annalee:
That is most possibly very true billyfivecrows.
fancyd:
I am not entirely too sure about the Morris, it sounds right, but I didn't really pay attention, i spent my energy with the paintings and sculptures.
Forgive me for this, I feel it is improper, but here goes
"Opportunity
Is a feather of
It's form floating
Fateward; catch it
In the crisp lens
Before it blends
Into motion and
A blur, just a turn
Of the wrist
Away, and it becomes
Stillness within a
Multitude of
Notions..."
-B5C
I think this refers to the photographer influencing the shots. I mean after all it is a human eye and a human hand pressing the buttons to capture the image, so there is a lot of personal perspective involved in taking photos.
Forgive me for this, I feel it is improper, but here goes
"Opportunity
Is a feather of
It's form floating
Fateward; catch it
In the crisp lens
Before it blends
Into motion and
A blur, just a turn
Of the wrist
Away, and it becomes
Stillness within a
Multitude of
Notions..."
-B5C
I think this refers to the photographer influencing the shots. I mean after all it is a human eye and a human hand pressing the buttons to capture the image, so there is a lot of personal perspective involved in taking photos.