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| LEVIATHAN |
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| LEVIATHAN Climbing a stairway up through time to the great emerald door of the Monkey Bar and waiting there until first light then looking out, I see Leviathan blocks the rising Sun. Crowds on the boulevard stand in its massive shadow, staring in awe at the titanic shape. Leviathan’s eyes are mammoth orbs likened to colossal cat’s eyes of radium beaming forth as if cosmic headlamps, a wide, eerie swath of green-white light at ten million lumens quite bright. I hear multiple nightmare sounds ( similar to a cracking of glass plates the size of asteroids, as they fracture the wind driven clanging of a billion wind chimes and heavy earth tremor ‘shuddering’ ) of giant mannequins as they dance madly in the Monkey Bar with hundreds of leviathans for spaced out moments woven into the matrix of a time warp. The enormous disco groans, creaks and gasps deafeningly: roof and walls bulge, stretch, distend and distort …as though the structure was made of rubber or fabric extraordinaire, appearing fully solid, yet capable of thrashing wildly as if alive… to contain frenzied, contorted dancers. Heads with faces of enormous dolls and grinning, crocodilian-esque leviathan snouts protrude fully from the bar’s many wide, wide open bay windows. Inside, bodies ( below long serpentine necks ) writhe, prance and sway to thunderous, sensuous rhythms hammering, throbbing and pulsating the entire monstrous club…giving it the appearance of rapid breathing in manifold seizures. Meanwhile, semi-transparent and semi-permeable membranous apparitions resembling titan Viet Cong, ( impeccably dressed in dramatic, designer black silk ‘pajamas ’ wearing size 40 NIKE running shoes fit for elephants or huge clowns from ‘outer space’ and each with 21 inch color TVs tightly stitched to both sides of their heads - - emulating ghastly, oversized ears ) pound behemoth kettle drums methodically laid out across a terrifying ‘lunar’ landscape…littered with sinister, twisted metal shapes partially melted multi-rocket launchers, anti-aircraft guns with limp, sagging barrels aimed at nothing and ghostly tanks squatting in mechanical death throes… all surreally scattered about in the dust. The spectral drumming reverberates in horrifying echoes across the grisly panorama of dying, dead and corroding combat machines. Some war vehicles struggle like mortally wounded warriors for ignition to function but only shriek in shrill metallic grinding and rasp loudly with heavy iron clanking - - giving rise to erratic plumes and clouds of thick oily smoke. The wasted moonscape surrounds the Monkey Bar and an Alien Outpost Station beside which stands Rael five hundred feet high. A towering sentry he is: trapped and frozen alive between immense sheets of isinglass, sandwiching him as if a giant specimen slide perhaps in monument to the archetypal ‘Gatekeeper’ or suggestive of a Guardian watching over an infinite, waterless harbor Rael is thus positioned but both his eyes have been removed. The Old Generals ( who’ve been long waiting…psychically crouched…like tigers: eyeballs of yellow fire staring as if without faces in black stillness of a jungle night ) appear in surreal parade formation strutting and alternately stalking like gaudy Whooping Cranes, wearing glitzy, vulgar golden drag rivaling the Sun accessorized with dazzling stars, gauche clusters of baubles, bangles and beads, blinding…shiny silver bars, ribbons gay and bright, pompous bejeweled walking sticks…twirled and whirled as though garish cheerleader batons along with pom poms of giddy, silly bunting and feathers fine, to flash and flounce about. The aged Commanders resemble grandiose, glittering barrels, sporting monocles and huge cigars in ‘left side lip-clench’ of large, meaty mouths centered in thick, voluminous, quavering jello jowls with wide ‘O’s formed by right side swollen, silicone lip pout to bellow chanted fighting rants as human bullhorns and bray… throatily, phlegmatically like great toads…..for war. There is a shout from the heavens. Planets tremble and quake: blazing comets swarm across a deep amber and crimson layered sky. Time literally shatters - - like a fragile vase from antiquity - - as it’s smashed with awesome, cosmic force against an immense marble block trembling and shimmering purple-white. ( - - the rectangular slab arising like a behemoth phantom upwards out of a sea of black holes formed by dying stars - - ). The phantasmal block imprisons Pandora, Narcissus, Snow White, Dorothy and the Wizard, Alice-Through-The-Looking- Glass, Sirens of Miranda and the Firemen. The Sirens resemble great golden salamanders with flawless human faces as if half amphibian clones of Cleopatra standing upon their tails and holding stunning bouquets of roses with white gloved forelegs…used for hands… adorned in tresses of a Sun goddess, singing hauntingly in unknown keys …the Firemen with perfect white teeth, wide, magnetic neon smiles, musical laughter and poetic words, kind marbled hands, hair as angels of an eternal summer and smooth, comforting gravity-fingers - - firemen whom dwell secretly among invisible firehouses with never a known address. The marble imprisoning block explodes in a black-light blizzard of fine, flying shards under a vast cloud of deep violet: all the prisoners now set free by an invisible Sculptor who chisels away that which conceals every dream. *Miranda…a moon of Jupiter. David Bate Long Beach, Ca. February 8, 2002 Revised March - June, 2002 Revised August 30, 2002 and September 16, 2004 |
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| Added On: Thu Sep 16 2004 | Hits: 1 |
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| Again |
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| The pain inside me, Crawling, Creeping, Spreading throughout my emotions. Hurting like a blade to my heart, Thuding, Fast, Out of control. You hurt me, Alot, I cant believe you did this, Again. Forget it, Its over, Now leave me alone, Dry up, Dissolve, Just leave me here on my own. |
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| Added On: Fri May 14 2004 | Hits: 1 |
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| Just listen |
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| No baby,I didn't,just listen,no,it's not like that,wait a minate,it was never my love you was missin. Wait,can I speak for a minate?Just listen,that's not what went down,there would never be another mans lips I'd be kissin. Baby,why the accusations,just listen,it's me,you should trust,to believe anothers word,you feel you must,it's your insecurity that keeps you fishin. No,stop,you know I love you,just listen,listen to your heart,while others pull us apart. If I wasn't with you physically,my soul was,and that was the part that no one mentioned,wheres the trust,just listen. Think for a minate with an unquestioned mind,I was there the whole time,but you never saw,blinded by the thought of deciet,that was the part that remained missin,damn,just listen. |
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| Added On: Thu Jun 23 2005 | Hits: 1 |
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| In the mind of a mad woman |
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| Why, in my life, it had to be like this, why in this life did I miss sweet bliss? Why in my mind, I had to be angry like this, why in my heart it had to be twisted like this? I once dreamed of days with no headache, nor stress, I once dreamed of wearing that one beautiful, special dress. But dreams are lost and gone, always forbidden, sitting and plotting on this couch I sit in. Horrible thoughts of things in my head I should never mention. I'm going crazy, now I see, the mind of a mad woman spinning 360 degrees. Please understand, this really isn't me, I used to be so gentle and kind, untill a few very fucked up indiviguals played with my mind. Now, I'm a derranged bitch, set out in this world, and only staying alive for my babygirl. |
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| Added On: Fri Jun 9 2006 | Hits: 1 |
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