Lyrical Vat

[fulmah]

Coward Eyes (song version)

Eliza wore a summer dress,
an ocean smile, a negative stance.
She was ever open throttle,
betrothed to varied deadly sins.

She approached, poised
conquering by cosmetic attraction,
chuckling at complexion’s spell,
tempting by hinting for action.

This Indian legged luxury
exhaling second hand effect
straddled over platonic intent
hexing with contentment.

And historians will preach
that history teaches everything,
launching bright sky rockets
over hopeless endings.

Call us, coward eyes,
devour our catastrophe.

[fulmah]

Chin up, moonlit honey.
No need for heartrending recession.
Two double tequila tumblers
will start eligible progression.

Don’t cripple neural paths
with percosetic cast.
Using gears, circuits, and silicone;
telescope enticing pheremones
behind your ear
on the glamour frontier.

Stand tall, fetching stunner.
Rock winter’s clarion corona
and fan your fluid eyeful
to comet’s vivid coma.

[fulmah]

I caught a hot pathogen,
we exchanged infatuation.
Her tongue was made of devils,
her kisses caused brain mutation.

She overfed on tantra / tantrums.
She tuned into the s / m spectrum.
Warfare was a midnight anthem
birthing tranquil’s anti-serum.

Devil doll’s vile affinity
needs blanket drill for dormancy.

On the eve of mind destruction,
I ignored her leaking plasma.
Survival leaned on my reaction
to her heart’s departing magma.

Devil doll’s vile affinity
needs blanket drill for dormancy.

[gdhmomchild]

~*LOL*~
okay, maybe it's just where my head is at and the fact you brought up alcohol in the second one but this reminds me of a colorfully, well written progression of characters in a bar that you focused your attention on during the course of an evening. Thanks hun.

[fulmah]

~*LOL*~
okay, maybe it's just where my head is at and the fact you brought up alcohol in the second one but this reminds me of a colorfully, well written progression of characters in a bar that you focused your attention on during the course of an evening. Thanks hun.
lol... your perception is almost scary.... that's about as accurate a take as I expect I'll get! The second one I actually kinda wrote for a friend, who broke up with her guy and was depressed. Half the lines were stolen from another poem.

For you, here's another that was *exactly* that bar scene... me and my friend ran into these roller-derby girls at the bar one night (http://www.carolinarollergirls.com/ haha... what an awesome site!), and wrote this song about them. I still got their card in my wallet!

Roller-girl love is fast and slow
in passing lanes, knuckling down.
She body blocks the sunset
within her dark display,
conspiring behind shades.

Devolution girl,
floating free from fleshy cave
into sunlit empty space.
Crouching contact diva,
atomic elbow exploding,
this brutal affair is lonely.

Make way for the catwalk queen,
derby doll for cold cash handshakes,
it’s behind the eyes and in her dream.

[fulmah]

Under the big wheel sunlight
she plays her wasted schemes
and cast her lot with suicide,
never the way she seems:
all right

he hunted for an airline,
a terrific blue beginning flight
to speed the hazy wanderer
cos she’s not the way she seems:
so all right

her plastic tactic portico
flashes in cinema style
mutilating Polaroid portraits
capturing perfect yesterdays

she’s a million dreams,
right?

[fulmah]

they’re barking trendy tonight
pretty lips in primal curl
candy covered delusion
silver disco glitter girl

they’re so lovely
when you’re lonely

marked by spy mascara
whose optics tempt collision
but club clone chimera’s
only build angry tension

they’re so lovely
when you’re lonely

[fulmah]

I’ll take your jelly bracelet
on the dark side of art class.
We'll go to the dark room
once I steal the hall pass.

Tell me you like try outs,
tell me you like hard/fast,
and I’ll paint, “I heart Julia”
on the US1 overpass.

Let me have your lunch box,
I know you got a cherry pie.
I love it’s cherry filling;
so tasty fresh, inside.

Once we’re done heavy breathing,
once the sloppy tang has spilt,
we’ll head to the cafeteria
and split a choco milk.

[gdhmomchild]

Shes a Million Dreams...
I keep reading it, and keep looking at it differently .... I like it but can't get a good grasp on it.

[Bhaskar]

Your poems fall into the category of pieces that I really really would like if I could make sense of them. Failing to make sense of them, I think I like them anyway, though they make me feel a little dumb.

[orionstarbeam]

i truly loved this poem and i was greeted by vivd images throughout....i love the words used.. 'ocean smile' and 'chuckling at complexion's spell' i think that probably what i interpreted is different to what you intended ...maybe not ...but i think a lot of poetry is intented to be malleable in the way it's percieved :) i look forward ro reading more x x

[fulmah]

Shes a Million Dreams...
I keep reading it, and keep looking at it differently each time..like it but can't get a good grasp on it.
From the outside, the girl seems perfectly alright… she carries herself well, seems to be into interesting things… but she’s really depressed and suicidal. Her new boyfriend finely figures this out, so he jets because everything’s a façade with her, all those perfect memories are ruined because he realizes that it meant nothing to her anyway. She’s a million dreams.

Your poems fall into the category of pieces that I really really would like if I could make sense of them. Failing to make sense of them, I think I like them anyway, though they make me feel a little dumb.

I don't mind explaining, if there's a particular one... some are really simple, some are quite complicated :)

[gdhmomchild]

She body blocks the sunset
within her dark display,
conspiring behind shades.
_____________________
Make way for the catwalk queen,
derby doll for cold cash handshakes,
it’s behind the eyes and in her dream.
_____________________
Loved these lines best~! Those cheerleaders are cute in their punkish flavors.

I vote you as my choice to go hang out and drink with one night. Too much fun watching the world thru your eyes, lol, I'd be giggling all night, having fun watching the strange and sometimes exotic creatures floating across our paths. Amazing how much fun can be had just by striking up a conversation.

[Bhaskar]

I'd rather not have it explained, really. To unravel a poem into meanings is too much like vivisection. You can never enjoy the beauty of a rabbit by slicing it open and examining its innards.

[gdhmomchild]

~* lol, b.. thas because yer a vegetarian. j/k *~

[littleskinny]

This is a neat collection Fulmah. So vibrant and playful, but each has it's darker moments. Atmospheric tapestry. Love em all but I think "Sloppy Tang" is today's winner. If I come back again, maybe I'll have another set of criteria made of mood.

[fulmah]

thanks skinny! Sloppy Tang's by far and away the most playful of the bunch, as the music demands the juvenile attitude. I'm eager to finish that one up. :)

[fulmah]

Attack of mall chick hair doo’s
Bad blood at double wide
She only needs direction

Full moon madness in the playpen
Princess of forty ounce
Her eyes like black tornadoes

Trapped in prefab pagoda
In tin-foil camouflage
Broadcasting through the ceiling

[fulmah]

What if I should come, crouched,
predicting probable evasive lines?
Predator prowl gains a welcoming smile;
now you’re mine.

We’ll confess
fervent, wanting fantasies.
We’ll caress
the limits of boundaries.

Just join me, now, in testament
to pleasure’s hungry coalition,
to affection’s vibrant dynamo,
to partnership’s holy friction.

Now you’re mine,
at passion’s redlined canopy.
Staring down at me,
caught by heavenly gravity.

[KittenX]

I'm listening to these songs right now :) Lovely lovely, you're lyrical genius you know that? :)

[fulmah]

I still got more I can send you, kittenx.

And btw, if anyone else wants to hear anything… we (my friend and I) have recorded some of these. They come in one of three veins: an indie rock style; trip hop fusion style, and a drum and bass fusion style. So yeah, that’s my shameless plug. Send me a pm! :)

[johnnybang]

These are quite possibly some of the best lyrics ever written in the rock and roll genre. You kick ass. I'll bet the songs are great too. I'd be willing to wager that your friend who is helping you compose this stuff is as brilliant, if not more so, than you.

I would love to read some lyrics/poetry with aquatic references, or sex/aquatic references. Also, you should listen to Captain Beefheart, as his music and lyrics provide a window into a much larger intellectual realm.

Oh, and quit dating girls who are obviously retarded.

-Johnny BANG

[Hippievixen]

We’ll confess
fervent, wanting fantasies.
We’ll caress
the limits of boundaries.

Just join me, now, in testament
to pleasure’s hungry coalition,
to affection’s vibrant dynamo,
to partnership’s holy friction.

Now you’re mine,
at passion’s redlined canopy.
Staring down at me,
caught by heavenly gravity.
Fulmah, you are brilliant... I love your writing. Thank you for spilling your Lyrical Vat!

[fulmah]

These are quite possibly some of the best lyrics ever written in the rock and roll genre. You kick ass. I'll bet the songs are great too. I'd be willing to wager that your friend who is helping you compose this stuff is as brilliant, if not more so, than you.

I would love to read some lyrics/poetry with aquatic references, or sex/aquatic references. Also, you should listen to Captain Beefheart, as his music and lyrics provide a window into a much larger intellectual realm.

Oh, and quit dating girls who are obviously retarded.

-Johnny BANGI was wondering when you were going to join up... lol

Sex/aquatic lyrics huh? You wanted to write something called “hot mama” so I think we’ll just have to adjust that and write “hot tub mama” and here you go….


Candles on porcelain lip illumine
a jet stirred lather lagoon
of steam cloud tentacles
readying up the afternoon

and we’ll connect tongues
we’ll flesh the rock and slide
sink into the seat and ride
…hot mama

bite your bottom lip, hot mama
I want your hips to grip, hot mama

Let go, lean back, stretch out
in the hot tub of cosmic love

[johnnybang]

Hot Sweaty Mama

whose bovine nostrils gasp and snort
whose pear-shaped profile
could eclipse sun and moon and stars
and often does
even in darkened hallways

her furry brow is not knotted
in deep reverance
or comtemplation of archaic beginnings
but twists and mocks us all
as we stand idly by
in line to buy NASCAR tickets

[fulmah]

Ladylove, dare we compare
reactions against actions?
Can we contain the bitter bomb
fused from more interaction?

I hesitate to think about;
I shudder at the mention of;
I compartmentalize personality
and retreat.

Disorder…
Distorted circadian waves….
Distraught rapid eye dream….

Wish I couldn't feel anything.

[browneydgrl]

i enjoy everything you write; you are very talented. i especially loved "she's a million dreams". it is so captivating and choppy way in a way that reads like a person's thoughts. lovely work.

[fulmah]

she doesn’t shine
or glow in the garden.
her gaze is meticulous,
collected and clear.

can she lullaby melodies?
I want her avalanching
crush of sympathy.

a foul night shroud
for two vacant eyes.

her kill is being buried alive.
she leaves from six feet above me.
she lied at high power,
and it spoke to me.

a half-life in panorama
receding slowly through electric snow
but see the madness in her dying eyes…
cool and clean.

conspiring with bad intent,
carving out the rest of me.
she’ll always be dying
and it will speak to me.

*johnnyB... I know I'd told you I wanted to change some of the lines/words in the first few stanzas. I couldn't come up with jack, so I recede my previous statement and say this should stay the way it was... I'm sure you won't mind, lol :)

[fulmah]

pink carnations incantate
radiation drinks rumbling
fog waves that inebriate
and the time spent here
drinking so much beer

cold canned medication
cancels sobers'
buzz all over
and we rise in elation
past pink carnation

we'll park the car
at the bar
to forget we are
only here for today

*this previously appeared in another post, but belongs here, now. so there.

[fulmah]

Let’s go to the doll house,
tonight they’ve got dollar drafts
and cute honey’s to deliver
shooters in scientific flasks

I lay waste to the median
and cross into opposing lanes
and leave police brigade blockades
leveled by hurricanes

Rock god’s poetic operas
transmit from the radio station,
the crushing chorus controlling
blood alcohol concentration.

I lay waste to the median
and cross into opposing lanes
and leave police brigade blockades
leveled by sonic waves

[gdhmomchild]

Just read Disorder Distorted and She Doesn't Shine. Reminds me of someone. Enjoyed very much.

[fulmah]

We met at 9:30 in corner booth under orange orb,
leaving hot tag with black felt sharpie sword.
she wore a bandana dyed dark blue and black
and swore insomniacs fall asleep on their backs

and dream about never-ending narcotic prescriptions
offering the provisions for high dosage redemption
that showers synaptic nets, testing undulating depth
till spirals mesmerize and gray matter resets.

this red hair turns the heat up every time
and I’m awake now, I’m magnetized
to lunar eyes

she gave a cat like quick look, side to side,
her point blank glare an alluring riptide
turning insides outside, her eyes implied
that hips and hearts, tonight, collide

[fulmah]

in corner booth under orange orb
was hot tag from felt sharpie sword.
her dyed bandana, blue and black,
put insomniacs on their backs

cos never ending prescriptions
are provisions for redemption
that overload synaptic nets
until mesmerized eyes reset.

hairs go up on end every time
I’m magnetized to lunar eyes.

cat like quick look side to side
stopped point blank to imply
inside, outside; we’ll joyride.
hips and hearts tonight collide.

[KittenX]

I love -red hair turns the heat up - ver 1.0- simply because it has more details and creates a more gripping setting, mood and images. ver 2.0 is just as good but I viewed it more as a song than ver 1.0

[fulmah]

I’ve come to bring mass disaster.
You can’t stop death-ray blaster.
I’ll fill your sky with antimatter.
Your girlfriend soon will call me master.

This robot body can’t be beaten.
You’ll be kneeling by the weekend
and working while I sleep in
with your girlfriend spread and eaten.

There’ll be no untouched nations.
You’re all united in damnation,
burning / melting from radiation
while girlfriend loves new occupation.

[fulmah]

Eartha opal eyes will keep the sky
painted in primal twilight.
Our imbalances become stabilized
resting on golden goodnight.

Under dark's starry diamonds
all is as should be… and we
wade along elated waves
aligning our anomalies.


We now require
a coiled archaic crib.
Our bigger bones entangled
won’t keep us from our treasured bliss.


We link like nitroglycerine
to electricity, and potentially
burn away into combined identity.

[gdhmomchild]

I deffinitely prefered ver 1.0 over ver 2.0... I liked the extra words and didn't get the same feeling from the second one. LOL @ Magnapanzer! I'm sure I've met that guy, thinks he's all that and a bag of chips, pfft!

[fulmah]

no need for nervous quiver
but we won’t stay undetected
magnetics are on the fly

and I am tired of the shadows
I’m tired of disguise
through to moonrise

we should be more than nightcaps
bound to end when time’s elapsed
our paths are more than feedback
distorting a doomed sountrack

we could leave the city
before morning’s daybreak
we could escape

to a far away city
where we’d change names
and unmake heartache

we are more than nightcaps
our time will conquer time-lapse
our path is more than feedback
feeding off the soundtrack

we achieve all of we
we achieve all of we

[fulmah]

danger’s come back,
my word’s upright,
I swear…

it’s like
she held my hand
and led the way upstairs,
looking over her shoulder
with a narrowed eye stare

so dangerous,
nothing but.

she engraved her name
on my back, between my blades,
fingernails a crippling cursive scrawl
that said baby this, and baby that,
and baby, smiles can come back.

I’d forgotten her for a while
but she remembered.
I burned the photographs,
tossed the ashes in the trash

while she kept
a historic storyboard
of our old flame reflections,
and watched and waited

until I caught her,
three cars back… and yeah,
I thought, even she wouldn’t…

then the memories emerged:
danger, nothing but.

[fulmah]

they say it's best to forget it
that it only hurts if you let it

but some things are oxygen
and some things are home,
some things are bleeding
with exposed bone

and I'm used to sharing
microscopic secrets
and I'm used to body heat
beneath blankets

and now I'm cold
I can't sleep
and I'm so tired
I'm so tired

[KittenX]

Awwwwwwwwww fulmah, -some things are oxygen- just makes me wanna give you a hug and find ya a nice, decent girl to snuggle up with!! That one is just -right- in length and the expression of sentiments.

[fulmah]

Awwwwwwwwww fulmah, -some things are oxygen- just makes me wanna give you a hug and find ya a nice, decent girl to snuggle up with!! That one is just -right- in length and the expression of sentiments.
thanks! I wrote that a few months ago and forgot about it, then found it yesterday and it inspired some guitar, so perhaps we'll actually record it tonight, or at least soon... should be good :)

[sylvanlightning]

Breathtaking and familiar as if written under the same sky with a mutual light sparking in the observers eye.

Eartha opal eyes will keep the sky
painted in primal twilight.
Our imbalances become stabilized
resting on golden goodnight.

Under dark's starry diamonds
all is as should be… and we
wade along elated waves
aligning our anomalies.



Really a quite beautiful collection. Lush and vibrant. My favorite two pieces both contained the word 'eyes' in the title. 'Coward Eyes' evoked an interesting blend of Kali and Lolita for me.

Bright Blessings ~*
Nice to feel your presence again.

[fulmah]

your grandiflora leaf floret--
organize these
and live without reason
in hallways driveways sidestreets
in alleys in stations in bars
in the cutflower shadowy evening

flood the shortcuts
into radiant sweeping reality
at the apex of uncomfortable routine
drag the dust pumping white noise...

I'm not above it, but
I'm going home:

it's about time to turn off
to masquerade your patient eyes
and live without reason
with your grandiflora leaf floret


***if you want to hear it.... http://www.mixposure.com/song.php?songid=10527

[fulmah]

no nocturnal party will take the escalator home
we've blown the grid.... yes we did
so let's explore the backrooms for the unknown
because questions are natural
and usually a test...
I won't give specifics too prolific


mysteries essential to the progress of honest conquest
and as your lungs intake ion breeze,
fascination rises by degrees,
so we're leaving
this evening


promise me our destiny awaits
before I come down
the magic lingers longer in the inner eye
and it's easier to get out of town

the county lines contain a black hole
depart to rebound
high culture comes for clean water and air
plants families to drown


http://www.mixposure.com/song.php?songid=12480