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Noah Vail


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Adrian DeVine

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Brisbane, Australia

#3663 Nov 30, 2012
Combination of sobriety and inebriation
callibration of the twisted steel rodded arrow shot through my heart
pinching nerves and lacerating emotions
on a rollercoaster ride
before the high tide
sun set
as the moon died
keeping bloody hand prints on my back
a secret
while you sleep slumber
in jest
no guilt
too much to digest
I feel insecure and worn
war torn
communication closed off
throat is full
lips glued togethet
my mentality
vengeful and unattended
hope and faith burned
keep alive by the sliver of deliverance
of a soul to me
to keep
the ability to forgive
neevr entered the realm of my decision
to bear arms
and take away the life
and regain the one you stole from me
when you decided to cheat
with my friend
my friend
my co worker
and leave the video on the bed
beside the letter of apology
I leave you the bullet
my name carved in it
in an empty space
where your world use to be
I leave you alone
cause pain is not
the connection I want
with me
but surely
you will realize this fact
in tact
is what you think you are
until you feel the effects
of your romps
between the burning
and the itching
is the lies and mistrust
you weaved
around your clit
and now
you are stuck with it
and the thought
of how ridiculously
dumb you have been
in the bed of the devil
and now branded
with the same knife
you stuck in my back
I will pray for you
no need to be hurt

You did the dirt
and buried in that
shallow grave is your soul
and your heart.....
ruptured into shards of ligament
and guilt

I have left in a
cloud of justice
no I told you so
just a goodbye
and a bullet
for the life
you've murdered

your own

Brisbane, Australia

#3664 Dec 1, 2012
Small drawbacks slight kisses of the skin,
spine tingling tremors beneath the surface,
doorbell ringing Jehovah Witnesses bringing books,
and good words traffic jams at five pm.
miniscule particles of terrorism fills the air Cities polluted with gay paraphenalia,
garden weeds filled with dirty condoms,
and used bodies buried in the nightly news,
designer dresses on sale and another Street is soiled with adult book stores,
and the wretched homeless on viagara,
your eyes filled with tears as the plane takes off,
only I never see your face lips stained with touches of lust,
memories of sex the night before make you wet,
and agitated phones ringing answering machine says 4 messages,
telelmarketers interrupt your bath,
the cat and dog race through the hallway while your concentrated masturbation leaves you blind with wanton fantasies of reaching your orgasm without rapid gunfire and burglaries,
the neighborhood crackhead found dead,
blood seeping through the garbage from rich white folks on the other side of the flea market,
worn white sheets and undercover bigotry worn like polyester,
itching rashes of herpes and manlike yeast tirbulations scorching the genitals of woman,
pedophiles hid from the sun while frocks defrock the Fathers of the Sons who sinned died and promised Calgary,
only to set the lies of the Nile through wine and rosary beads broken trust and molested lust,
fear of being caught naked leaves no room for God,
all the while blunted emotional stunted performers boast money sex drugs and A.I.D.S,
as no mystery life holds no mercy,
and no worth for the way we live is bound by the desire to get off by any means necessary.


Brisbane, Australia

#3665 Dec 1, 2012
Yes that is where I want to live
Inside of a woman’s soul
Anything I ‘d give
To see that smile
Feel her embrace
Wake up to her lovely face
Our bodies connecting
Our minds speaking
No words spoken
No barriers broken
Just the existence of love
To cherish her beauty and sexuality
Man where is my soul….....heaven sent
She brings me the joy only desired
So natural and real
So pure and untouched
Many dances and kisses
Sways of the hips
Thighs like milk chocolate
Sweet juicy lips
Eyes that burn through you
And laughter like sheet music
Anger to temper kings...

That’s the soul I want in

Brisbane, Australia

#3666 Dec 1, 2012
Out of the thick, wet fog.
From deep within the snarling wind,
Between the pounding drops of rain,
Only a small glimpse of the Sun.

From the loud voices in my head,
The world screaming in vain,
News at six yelling out fear,
Slivers of silence slither between.

A shaking at The Rock 'n’ Roll Palace
And the fog machine quits with a T-H-U-M-P.
The sweet sound of nothing floats by
Sun shines through the window on the stage.

Brisbane, Australia

#3667 Dec 1, 2012
The sexual urge is one of Nature’s
strongest of inbred instincts in every
animal. Many men, one conjectures,
have been ruined by sexual reverie.

It’s inbred in male animals to seek
sex with many females so’s to disperse
their genes rather widely. This technique
suits him; the baby he doesn’t bear or nurse.

Females by instinct are more selective
since their baby benefits from the best
genes from the fittest male. They’re protective,
cold,’til they choose one male above the rest.

By instinct and hormones, males are ready,
waiting for the female to become compliant.
Males roar, display their strengths…“Choose already!”
The female screens her suitors, defiant.

Modern female humans do not desire
brute muscle, but his earnings and power
impress her; these make him an accepted sire
for her offspring…his and hers becomes our.

Marriage vows are society’s attempt
at putting a veneer of needed restraint
on their sexual urges, showing contempt
for partners who stray and their vows taint.

Yet the sexual instinct is so strong
that a majority of men and thirty
percent of the women will still do wrong.
This causes calling sex evil or dirty.

When will humans accept that sex is not
rational, not an intellectual activity
derived from cautious thoughts that got
vetted well. No, lost is one’s objectivity.

Sexual urges are primal instincts at play,
behavior dictated throughout past eons
to insure that all animal species stay.
To its success, Mother Nature sings paeans.

Passion set aflame by hormones surging
in the blood overpowers logic and
common sense. Animal instinct is urging
sex take place. Most obey its demand.

Sexual instincts and raging hormones
make teenagers to elderly behave
in ridiculous ways. Talking via phones
for hours, saying nothing. They crave

the other beyond reason. Married men
willingly risk wife, children for a fling.
When caught, reality sets in, too late then.
Ruin does unchecked hormones usually bring.

Politicians risk office and power
for a meaningless act, too soon over.
Yes, primitive instincts often tower
above the male mind…Nature’s carryover.

Before all you women laugh too quickly,
consider the lengths otherwise intelligent
females put themselves to – makeup thickly
applied, hair worries, a wide assortment

of body issues… too short, too fat, hair
wrong color, bad hair style, hair in wrong place,
breasts too small – got to get augmented there.
Plastic surgery will keep me a “pretty face”.

It’s all to make yourselves attractive to the male.
Sex drives almost all human interactions.
Why do females measure their worth without fail
by their looks? Is all but sex merely distractions?

It’s sexual instincts that decide a woman
is valued for her looks. Intellect would stress
her personality, intelligence, humor more than
her breasts’ size. If only sex mattered less…

Civilization has failed to conquer in Man
primitive sexual instincts to date.
One wonders how many centuries more can
sex defeat Man’s intellect.

We can only wait.

“>>> Coming Soon <<<”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12


#3668 Dec 1, 2012
The ultimate test in a relationship is to disagree but still hold hands!!!!!

Brisbane, Australia

#3669 Dec 1, 2012
How the hell are you, I want
to ask but can’t.....you’re dead.

How hard the snow fell,
how slowly it melts.

How to tie a knot big enough
to choke the wild pain.

How to listen carelessly
to words used carefully.

How philosophy handles death:
with great reluctance.

How answers to questions
often contain no answer.

How to wind a watch
so tight time stops.

How silent the trees, how
loud the shots of hunters.

“>>> Coming Soon <<<”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12


#3671 Dec 1, 2012
Dont cry over the past,its gone. Dont stress about the future,it hasnt arrived.Live in the present and make it beautiful


Level 8

Since: Mar 11

Rockin' USA ;)

#3672 Dec 1, 2012
Princess Hey wrote:
Dont cry over the past,its gone. Dont stress about the future,it hasnt arrived.Live in the present and make it beautiful
. YOOOO Princess Hey...YOU are Truly one of my FAV posters here on Offbeat ...YOU ROCK!!!!

Brisbane, Australia

#3673 Dec 2, 2012

On the first day, God created the dog and said,
"Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past.
For this, I will give you a life span of twenty years."

The dog said, "That's a long time to be barking.
How about only ten years and I'll give you back the other ten?"

And God saw it was good.

On the second day, God created the monkey and said,
"Entertain people, do tricks, and make them laugh. For this, I'll give you a twenty-year life span."

The monkey said, "Monkey tricks for twenty years?
That's a pretty long time to humiliate myself. Can I give you back ten like the dog did?"

And God, again saw it was good.

On the third day, God created the cow and said,
"You must go into the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun,
have calves which will be snatched away from you
so that you give milk to support the farmer's family.
For this, I will give you a life span of sixty years."

The cow said, "That's a horrible life you want me to live for sixty years.
How about ten, and I'll give back the other fifty?"

And God agreed it was good.

On the fourth day, God created humans and said,
"Eat, sleep, play, marry and enjoy your life. For this, I'll give you twenty years."

But the human said, "Only twenty years? Could you possibly give me my twenty,
the fifty the cow gave back, the ten the monkey gave back,
and the ten the dog gave back; that makes seventy, okay?"
(Early Man was had not yet invented mathematics.)

"Very well," said God, "Since that's what you want..."

So that is why for our first ten years, we eat, sleep, play and enjoy ourselves.
For the next forty years, we slave in the sun to support our family.
For the next ten years, we do monkey tricks to entertain the grandchildren.
And for the last ten years, we sit on the front porch and bark at everyone.

The human condition has now been explained to you -
without even mentioning overpopulation.

There is no need to thank me for this valuable information.
I'm doing it as a public service.
If you are looking for me I will be on the front porch.

“>>> Coming Soon <<<”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12


#3674 Dec 2, 2012
Love is like a mountain hard to climb but once you get to the top the view is beautiful!!!!

“>>> Coming Soon <<<”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12


#3675 Dec 2, 2012
TY CC You make my days with your upbeat little ways.you go girl..LY2..:O)


Level 8

Since: Mar 11

Rockin' USA ;)

#3676 Dec 2, 2012
Princess Hey wrote:
TY CC You make my days with your upbeat little ways.you go girl..LY2..:O)
Thanks sooooo very much, Princess Hey....It's just my Cool, Hip ROCKIN' way to live...I am truly GLAD we passed this wayyyy...SERIOUSLY!!!...
Oh, this week my FAV poster is....Knight DeVine...of course Silly....

“>>> Coming Soon <<<”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12


#3677 Dec 2, 2012
yes you are hip and Kool Girl..Love rockin with ya..Im also glad we passed ways..thats okay Im kool with it..Just doing my thing and rockin' on..:O).Goodnight see ya tomorrow..

Brisbane, Australia

#3678 Dec 2, 2012
The urge to run away, to surrender to the smothering existence dies
when you look at me from the depths of your eyes, pitiless but so healing
I stand alone, now even the sun is my enemy, and darkness overcomes
but in this blank night perfection is bound to be created, no light means no limit.

The soft whisper of the night nymphs sets the mood of creative destruction
everything sacred and deviant burned, melted, liquid visions and lucid dreams
everything loved and hated forgotten, the pages of repeated history erased
the white canvas bleeds, with chunk of my black heart I draw to it's comfort.

And a new world is born, not better, but carved from grace with my hands
where god and I unite, and together we dream of thrones unclaimed to be mine
so are we the creators of our destiny, or just unhinged and feeble minds
ignorant, locked inside this prison of lies, and shall we ever ascend.

Now descending legions come blinding from the skies,
but the skies are red from pain
and dancing minions made of devouring light under her command slumber to naught
because my kingdom is born every night,
and in dreams it seems I'm the king of fancy supreme
of fantasies undone that become alive,
with fear or respect, or just in pure amusement caught.

But how much longer we'll have to beg
for the mercy of the burning rays of sunshine
is there no a man of brave kin, who will slay the sun
and grant us the night and the dreaming sin.
Oh you who plays with verses, speak no words nor blessings or curses,
but stand proud and fight
and the time will come when our heads will bow before you,
the liberator and the slayer of the sun.

Brisbane, Australia

#3679 Dec 3, 2012
tonight i took the stage,
and disappeared behind the glow of fame.
pretending to be someone else, someone better
and giving up the battle for i discovered the unimaginable.
feeling for the first time uneasy,
sad because i had lost my glory.

i did not need to take the stage,
i wanted to be home again.
but knowing the faces made me realize reality.
i was not where i wanted to be anymore.
an new era opened for the angels lost in the city
and i took a vow to never dance in their shadows again.

i needed to hear the voice of a savior to save my troubled heart
so i spoke into the dark and gave another chance to my nightmares.
he failed me, yet again, and my heart broke free from my chest.
i was fooled into a happiness bound in denial and false prayers
and loved to hate my savior, and hated to love him.

tonight i took the stage,
not once
but twice
and each time i looked into the darkness, i could see a passing ghost.
and each time i looked into the darkness, i could see those brown eyes.

tonight i took the stage,
and now this is me bowing out.

“>>> Coming Soon <<<”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12


#3680 Dec 3, 2012
Being with no one is better than being with the wrong ones.Sometimes those who fly solo have the strongest wings!!!!

Brisbane, Australia

#3681 Dec 5, 2012
Fissioned elements like broken families, or the new
world of return — we travel and travel back, circling

the idea of home, sparring with far-flung relatives,
a home scattered into fragments, a gerrymandered vase

and the frantic haste to section it back,
solidify again. Sorrow’s unlocked doors festooned

the streets with the clinically mad who, vacant of memory,
submerged into a new life of steaming grates

and, sleeping upon them, dreamt of a blanketless world.
The fire of my youth was a roar in winter deciphering

heat from wood and newspaper and a picture window
humming with snow, my family hidden upstairs.

As the ship approached the harbor they heard the horns
announcing refusal — how sound encloses silence like a shell —

then the lapping water and then the gulls who’d tracked them
for days, assured of destination, a place of refuse.

The rain-stained furniture out back of a warehouse
slowly composes itself with time until witnessed in a picture

taken on a honeymoon tour: the flash ignited the world
behind you both with shadows, and risen

from those shadows are hunched angels who cast
that darkness, bodies twisting as they rise up to leave.

The mother who cut her children from her will
answered calls from anyone.

Brisbane, Australia

#3682 Dec 5, 2012
There was no polite way to do it
as I snuck into that dressing room
away from camera flash and prying eyes
sucking in my breath to try you on
and my whole willing figure poured in
followed by morally lazy wisps of hair

No, it had to be done
as I succumbed to your amorphous slip
covering my tacky skin
a tenacious fit swaddled
and wrinkled as if just from the warehouse
where you had been waiting
crumpled, knowing
along with the larger part of my idling life force

And it was because of what we had in common
you and I
that the ideal I had previously seen as right
degenerated into illusion

An old biographical photograph
of a gaunt woman lying unconscious
without her vase of iris
her parched roses pressed into a book
and stored in a glassed alcove

Reflecting rays of light poking through
illuminating the tautness of her muscles
the effortful curvature of her smile.

Brisbane, Australia

#3683 Dec 5, 2012
I reflect
as a moonlit lake
deep and eternal
whose face
dark and opaque
reflects those poor souls
who wander too close
and lose themselves -
drowned -
in its ancient eye
whose abundant
life kills.

Yet as a desert
I exist
maintaining lake's form
so dry yet so
and all as One.

Am I as alien to you
as you are to me?

Do you distance
yourself from this
illusionary reality
- this -
which the Greeks
evaded through art?

Dionysus, Apollo,
what would you say
to that lake,
that desert,
that distance?

But is it this distance
which catalyses the
of that shroud
which blinds perception?

Dionysiac, Apolline,
Drought, Drowned.

Opposers as allies,
distance as treaties,
and now......

all seems as

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