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RoboBlaster · 12-16-2003, 10:07 PM

Burial of the Dead

April is the kindest month. Mixing
rainwater with winter grass, browned
by the forgotten snow and cold. There
is warmth in the water now, and dust
is no longer charging fear into the old dead sockets
left by ice displacement.
A skull in ground, and not a care left in my mind.
And not a care left in my mind.

The lake was shimmering, sure. Also,
the breeze cooled my overwarm skin, but
the flashes of heat from your eye never quite left
the impression you had hoped.
The following winter’s blizzard chilled
every last bit of you from me.
Hope springs eternal, they say.

I never had hoped for a miracle.
I wasn’t dissappointed.

Angel · 12-17-2003, 01:19 AM

Ah, nice to see a thread started of your work!
Glad you started with this one, it is a very good piece of work!
Keep them coming.

J.R.V.A. · 12-17-2003, 06:42 AM

Very good work, I was proud to see that you thought enough of my work to post in my thread, and now you have your own. I, like angel, cant wait to see more. Thanks

RoboBlaster · 12-17-2003, 08:58 AM

Trees grow so slow that you don’t even notice
when they finally stop reaching upwards
and rest, content, waiting for the fall.
Waiting for their offspring to take root
they pray silently. All the while
getting only fatter.

RoboBlaster · 12-17-2003, 08:59 AM

A metal cricket once told me
“Clip tock clat tak zitipip.”
I think I misunderstood.
He wasn’t talking about solving world hunger
or even the meaning of life.
He was more concerned with the rainwater
seeping into his fizzling circuits.
(Robot crickets fear water, you see
for they rust on the inside,
if they get wet.)

Angel · 12-17-2003, 06:06 PM

ah, poor metal cricket!
That was a fun little read.

RoboBlaster · 12-18-2003, 06:35 PM

The possum balances her way
across the fence.

Rounding the corner
she stops.

She sniffs the calm and
listens.

Nothing but the moon’s
silver light moves.

There is no danger here
so she rounds the corner.

chavos · 12-20-2003, 04:36 PM

the metal cricket is great. you have excellent taste in the absurd.

carebear · 12-21-2003, 08:25 PM

Burial is chilling and gave me a strange feeling... which is Always a good thing when it comes to words. Thank you and keep posting.

RoboBlaster · 01-04-2004, 08:22 PM

thanks guys, glad you liked 'em.

RoboBlaster · 01-04-2004, 08:23 PM

It’s crazy how a mushroom cloud resembles a flower.

The blast kills instantly, some say
and wind bends trees away from ground zero
as they wince at the injustice of it all.

An atomic Christ washes away the sins along with everything else
the temple door made of cloth is torn again
and not even the stink of shoe sweat would annoy anymore.

For mount Olympus is just a mound of dust.
And fear really is in a handful of dust.

12-16-2003, 10:07 PM	#1 (permalink)
RoboBlaster Psycho Location: Ouuuterrrr Spaaaaacccceeee	Poems in the key of me-flat Burial of the Dead April is the kindest month. Mixing rainwater with winter grass, browned by the forgotten snow and cold. There is warmth in the water now, and dust is no longer charging fear into the old dead sockets left by ice displacement. A skull in ground, and not a care left in my mind. And not a care left in my mind. The lake was shimmering, sure. Also, the breeze cooled my overwarm skin, but the flashes of heat from your eye never quite left the impression you had hoped. The following winter’s blizzard chilled every last bit of you from me. Hope springs eternal, they say. I never had hoped for a miracle. I wasn’t dissappointed.

12-17-2003, 01:19 AM	#2 (permalink)
Angel Naughty Just Right Location: Euphoria	Ah, nice to see a thread started of your work! Glad you started with this one, it is a very good piece of work! Keep them coming. __________________ In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer. ~Albert Camus

12-17-2003, 06:42 AM	#3 (permalink)
J.R.V.A. Junkie Location: Utah	Very good work, I was proud to see that you thought enough of my work to post in my thread, and now you have your own. I, like angel, cant wait to see more. Thanks __________________ And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart

12-17-2003, 08:58 AM	#4 (permalink)
RoboBlaster Psycho Location: Ouuuterrrr Spaaaaacccceeee	Tree of a Wasted Life Trees grow so slow that you don’t even notice when they finally stop reaching upwards and rest, content, waiting for the fall. Waiting for their offspring to take root they pray silently. All the while getting only fatter.

12-17-2003, 08:59 AM	#5 (permalink)
RoboBlaster Psycho Location: Ouuuterrrr Spaaaaacccceeee	A Misunderstanding During a Chance Encounter A metal cricket once told me “Clip tock clat tak zitipip.” I think I misunderstood. He wasn’t talking about solving world hunger or even the meaning of life. He was more concerned with the rainwater seeping into his fizzling circuits. (Robot crickets fear water, you see for they rust on the inside, if they get wet.)

12-17-2003, 06:06 PM	#6 (permalink)
Angel Naughty Just Right Location: Euphoria	ah, poor metal cricket! That was a fun little read. __________________ In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer. ~Albert Camus

12-18-2003, 06:35 PM	#7 (permalink)
RoboBlaster Psycho Location: Ouuuterrrr Spaaaaacccceeee	Midnight The possum balances her way across the fence. Rounding the corner she stops. She sniffs the calm and listens. Nothing but the moon’s silver light moves. There is no danger here so she rounds the corner.

12-20-2003, 04:36 PM	#8 (permalink)
chavos Banned Location: St. Paul, MN	the metal cricket is great. you have excellent taste in the absurd.

12-21-2003, 08:25 PM	#9 (permalink)
carebear Tilted Location: oklahoma	Burial is chilling and gave me a strange feeling... which is Always a good thing when it comes to words. Thank you and keep posting. __________________ go cubs!

01-04-2004, 08:22 PM	#10 (permalink)
RoboBlaster Psycho Location: Ouuuterrrr Spaaaaacccceeee	thanks guys, glad you liked 'em.

01-04-2004, 08:23 PM	#11 (permalink)
RoboBlaster Psycho Location: Ouuuterrrr Spaaaaacccceeee	Fallout It’s crazy how a mushroom cloud resembles a flower. The blast kills instantly, some say and wind bends trees away from ground zero as they wince at the injustice of it all. An atomic Christ washes away the sins along with everything else the temple door made of cloth is torn again and not even the stink of shoe sweat would annoy anymore. For mount Olympus is just a mound of dust. And fear really is in a handful of dust.