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tantrum mantra

Posted by Xanthar on January 20, 2010 at 11:31 AM Comments comments (2)

a disconnect

refuse, reject

to make a home

inside this wreck


each effect

deformed, disjointed

Saints and Satans

dunked; appointed


lost my place

that's how I won

cursed the earth

and fucked the sun


found a hole

to hide my treasure

scarred up soul

and bloated ledger


unload, explode

the faded ghost

for fools to damn

and gh...

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Posted by Xanthar on March 24, 2009 at 10:46 AM Comments comments (4)

Slap my cheeks; red with the session

Aggression lies naughty and ready beneath

Unsheathe this blade for digging and killing

Spilling blood and dirt over pretty white souls.


Roll a joint,

Drink a pint,

Say a prayer.



Stain the cloth,

Tear the sheets,

Cross your heart.

Hail Mary.


Kill your pain,

Lick the sweat,

Place your bets!

Our Father.



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How Can I?

Posted by Xanthar on March 10, 2009 at 12:01 PM Comments comments (7)

 Longing to create, but forced to toil

Keyboard head caked with thick black soil.

I am words, not mulish brawn;

Calloused hands stained as the dawn.


Dressed in stress; my Sunday best,

My sins confessed, my lust expressed,

Wandering with the wolf pack; spotless lamb.

How do I become what I am?


Hard to be clever with hammers and levers;

 Watch the big hand; count dreams it severs,

Pen in...

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Shadow Dogs (Xanthar and Grady Collab)

Posted by Grady McShane on March 9, 2009 at 12:27 AM Comments comments (9)

Shadow dogs crawl in spiced mud of warm paradigms

barking and howling; befouling collective

perspective and eminent directives that shine

in our eyes like lies burned in futile effigy.

Nothing makes sense to me about the We!

Or We make sense about the nothing of me!

And I cuddle with mongrels in a sphere ...

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Poetry Session

Posted by Xanthar on March 8, 2009 at 2:49 PM Comments comments (4)

Burning the stage with full blown rage,

Watching letters circle like sharks on the page.

From my mortal mouth, flows divine fury,

Laying steel toed boots to the head of my worry.


Watching dumbfounded faces cock and glare,

My demeanor ascending pain’s fiery stairs.

From my mortal lips to Heaven and Hell,

Rattling young minds and Earth’s fragile shell.


 Know as I know; consume it and fear it,

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My own Twisted Process

Posted by Xanthar on March 8, 2009 at 2:34 PM Comments comments (3)

It's another spiteful sunset

streaking madness through the trees

casting light upon my demons

who are crawling in the weeds.

Oh there's laughter from the forest

cutting deep into my soul,

just a frigid doubtful chorus

as the darkness takes control.


Now my garden is a wasteland,

and the road is overgrown,

and I'm running like a child

from the creeping black unknown,

as I'm pelted with opinions

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