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You can write, Elkapan
I'm just having a hard time getting the message
It must be me
because I know you know what this poem is in your mind
and I know your replete with ideas just bursting
I just want to catch what your catching
so throw 'em to me so I can see the seams of the ball rotating
Maybe I'll know what kind of ball I
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You can write, Elkapan
I'm just having a hard time getting the message and the meaning
It must be me
because I know you know what this poem is in your mind
and I know you're replete with ideas just bursting
I just want to catch what your catching
so throw 'em to me so I can see the seams of the ball rotating
Maybe I'll know what kind of pitch I'm trying to hit
Maybe I'll hit it eventually
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m n m n I. It has no meaning. There is no ball.
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Thanks for clearing that up Elkapan
Brilliant! But I could be wrong
The poem to me could be about
having sex
a mother nursing
getting a lube job
or all of the above
happening at the same time
The dark liquid could be milk since you don't see it when the nipple is shove in your mouth
Then you're talking about tripping in the milky way
and having an orgasmic ending
Brilliant! But then again, I could be wrong
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hhahah.... Dear God, you sound almost as sick minded as I am. I hope you're not mad? I'm happy you've put so much thought into it, usually people just ignore my poems.
The poem is an ethereal poem, it's is not an earthly experience, it's just outside of reality, that's why I'm hoping people will see different interpretations in them. The linearity of poetry needs to be broken down. I've always had an obsession with dark subjects and things just outside of human reach. Thanks for you're interest, once again I hope you're not mad.
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Sick minded as you are? I thought I was alone
The ethereal is experienced corporeally
Just ask Jimi Hendrix
Thoughts are ethereal
The poem is corporeal -- the manifestation of the ethereal
Who me, mad? Thanks for the compliment
Just like Arnie says in Commando, I say:
Elkapan
"I like you,
You're funny
I'll kill you last . . . "
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I said it's an 'ethereal poem', which it is, if you describe a poem as a 'love poem' it's a poem about love, not love itself. This a poem about ethereal matters. I wonder why you have a constant need to correct people.
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Nothing personal, Elkapan
I guess you can't take a joke
Don't get me wrong
I like your work
And I'm fascinated with your thinking
I don't have a constant need for anything
Just being objective with my comments
No intellectual joust intended
Just post in your profile:
"Leave me alone
No comments welcome
especially m n m n I"
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