these are not my resolutions

[firsty]

i hereby affirm and resolve to
blow things out of proportion
eat dolphins for dinner
and make love in the barren moonlite
eat chocolates off the ass of a donkey,
for fun,
ring doorbells of many castles
run away from cowbells
knock over jew news reels
blow candles past windowsills
rake muck
give away all your possessions
take liberties with chandoliers
and boatmen
inhale caffeine
whistle at truckstops
take showers with normal picture frames
run a phone cord from head to toe
throw rocks from end to end
per-fect the art of fine glossing over
of windexed traffic lites
post signs on doornails
knock over newsboxes
whisper during firestorms
pluck high style from the mouths of much vanity
read a few books
steal highspeed cable internet connections
break down the barriers between facism, race and sound
hum
make a paper cut
dream of solid-state electronics and closed circuit advertising
kill the censors
bleep the middleman
fuck the cunts
shred the wingnuts
bare the breasts
whip out the titties
respect my authoritay
hold up a highwayman
string a guitar
rape the hangman
jurify the judgifiers and the murderizers and the conquerors of freedom
think of impurities in toilet water
smell only daisies
attend a cowboy orgy
stick my finger in a dutchess
play cards with crackas
and watch the hatches with a ratchet witch
got to stay on top of things.

[mousey1]

I stoutly resolute
to overcome resoluteness
and to abstain from
any and all deep thought
shallow shall be my motto
no longer will I dig deep
only to come up empty
I resolve to maintain all resolve
even as I revolve
around ego
chipping away at it
merely to obtain
ice for my drink
I also intend heretofore
and forthwith to live my life
to the fullest though
the glass be half empty
and the other half void
I shall laugh when I cry
I shall cry when I laugh
and my confusion
shall be my delight
And just for good measure
and to heighten the pleasure
I promise
to think left
before I right
And yes
I may be pathetic
but I'll give God credit
he hasn't given up on me
yet
though there's
still time

[mnaz]

I hereby resolve to..
Protect my Way of Life
by always brushing twice,
and jogging without fail,
to the liquor store for the mail,
and a pig in a poke,
or a pope on a rope,
still stealin' our dope
with the pundits of nope,
still wheezin' at the dogma
like the hackles of Pravda.

Away! Away!
to the refuge of reason.
I'll build a bunker there,
high time for the season!
Away! Away!
from the fat smirk of treason.
We'll hold a hearing soon.
Corruption in season!

Now I've run outta time
to fetch another rhyme.
Always fighting crime,
Corona with lime.

Hopscotch.

[joel]

Ancient Goody Proctor
Went to see the doctor
All full of hope that she might be with child
And said the woman doctor
To fertile Goody Proctor:
“You’re pregnant sevenfold.”—and Goody smiled.

Goody placed her bids
On names for all her kids—
New England names to cure a pilgrim’s pride,
Like Discipline and Chastity,
Like Prudence and Fidelity,
Like good Frugality, Submit and Chide.

But Goody’s world had modernized
Beyond what she had realized
And all her names for morals seemed too fixed;
So Maybe and Conceivably,
Perhaps, Suppose and Possibly
Perchance and Even-Though the old names nixed.

[Arcadia]

"eat dolphins for dinner": sounds cruel but I don´t know exactly why...

maybe abortion echoes
all bodies breath fertility
in order to be alive

[firsty]

when does the year start?
is it a crime to start it early
to start it for ourselves
maybe i'll call 06 05
and just be that way
it's my year after all
at least to me
when are we allowed
to call a year a year
to call a life a life
is it the glimmer of summer,
spring getting warm,
the ice melting,
the snowballs drifting away?
it's a lot of bullshit if you ask me
if anyone can hijak this thread
it's me
or anyone else for that matter
this is mine this is yours this is everyone's
everything is everything
i'm a real nowhere man besides
nobody
nothing man
maybe we should separate every state
from every church
just because
some chicks like sex too much
some guys too
can you like sex too much?
when does "liking" start
and "consequences" begin?
when does the orgasm end
and the law begin

nothing ends
and nothing begins
it's all one big circle jerk
constantly leading in a different directions
as long as no one turns.
to stay in the circle
you have to keep turning
you have to keep changing
one this leads to that
05 leads to 06
whether you want it to or not
no matter how much fun you had
it's over now, it's something else
fucking live with it.

[mnaz]

Time waits for no man.
Therefore nothing ever begins or ends.
I must have seen that in the clear skies,
in quiet meditation which I improvised,
like a false talk with the odd beer.

06, 05.
Fuck it.

Numbers have such sway.
I've had my disagreements with them.

[stilltrucking]

Away! Away!
to the refuge of reason.
I'll build a bunker there,
high time for the season!
Away! Away!

“That Great Whore, Reason!”

I resolve that this is the year of our Lord 2006. and then I resolve to believe in time, in calanders, stop watches, chronometers, time clocks, time is money tempus fugit and fug it.

I will believe there is time enough for love, that time loves a hero, and I will know the melody and my life will be a dance. Time and chance, every dance, I get the chance to dance. I do resolve. Disolve, Evolve revolve, and provolve.
and eat provolone sand witches on pumpernickel and drink a lone with my ten year old Grand dad
just say high jack?

[mnaz]

"year of our Lord", indeed.

I'll take an emergency injection of reason
over insanity, ongoing and well-financed,
any day of the week...

these are indeed desperate times.

high jack

jack D...