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Floating Jaguar
Waterbowl Jaguar  
has spoken  
has made his move  
has crushed our skulls  
his unmatchable jaws  
have opened our eyes  
to worlds new  
unequalled ever before  
To wet great cats we owe our future  
Lancelot Price 2017 March 1
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In the center of the hurricane's eye  
I look out and see the storm  
The forms of madness  
Making everything go faster  
No matter the consequence  
The loss of the only thing that matters  
Lancelot Price 2017 January 12
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Held at the meeting of night and day  
No light to play  
no night to hide  
living on the side  
nothing done to  
make them say  
you did us good  
you did a favour  
you gave our lives more savour  
another flavour  
you just watched others  
and pleasured your self  
self self  
Lancelot Price 2017 January 6
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homeless salivation army yet unsaved  
republicans in power  
speaking of entitlement  
the entitled's name for hateful compassion  
reduction of profit margin  
the game of paper  
never won by the time they die  
records burning  
egos wanting  
dead chiefs  
dead companies  
Bowie coming through in waves immortal  
Lancelot Price 2016 December 23
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You thousand year old man
who looks like a boy
You're bending my brain
with your body of philosophies
Your unicorn fantasies
of disaster
One way or another
The leopard, Chui
Dragging me up a tree
like a baby giraffe
but yet unborn
Shorn of sense
Or sensibility
Fallen prey to unreturned desire
Prayer is no answer
No gift
No pleasure
No comfort
It's all just no
Without safeness or security
Danger, always danger
That's my lot
I had forgot
Mind your surroundings
Lancelot Price 2016 November 20
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I've had no dreams for a long long time  
Each sleep I've gone without a vision  
Now I've started to drink caffeine  
without a limit  
right to the time I go to bed  
I sleep right away  
but the dreams are now  
Strange happenings without relation
of any sort that I can see
to me
And yet they threaten
They scare the part of me that cares
about meaning
and I am left with vague unease
Lancelot Price 2016 September 14
I'm interested in sleeping
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pink white
pink white
I went for the basket
into the store  
to my left some customer.. conventional  
turned her head toward me  
I could feel the eyes as I moved forward  
pretending I didn't see  
out at the edge of vision  
I could feel her eyes  
trying to figure what I was  
as conventionals do  
following their simple rules
my tight pink tee    
my white baseball cap with a little orange Bowie pin  
Bowie bein' Ziggy  
my big white sunnies  
Electric California  
like the ones Cobain wore  
before he killed himself  
like the ones Audrey wore while she was stealing a million  
my Levis 511 skinnies  
white sox  
faded All Stars  
that used 2 be Navy blue  
Yeah, I was tryin'  
like a boy should do  
and I got the reaction I was goin' for  
disbelief that couldn't hide  
and others that didn't do  
it was no big
:iconlancelotprice:LancelotPrice 5 3
Faded Song
Faded Song
For one last time  
Before it's gone  
Why don't we play the old recorded song  
and enjoy its faded glory?
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talking house
talking house
It spoke to me with a thousand mouths  
This legendary talking house  
It told me secrets  
Numberless secrets  
Past murders  
And things more chilling  
Than merely ordinary killing  
War planning  
Poison gas on fields of war  
It quoted love poems  
Writ by passioned humans  
Trapped in romance  
Like fools  
Designing tools  
To create bridges  
Among countries  
And old men  
Stories going on and on  
I did not know a house could be so old  
But it was  
Lancelot Price 2016 January 19
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I dreamed that Ziggy kissed my brain  
right in the center of it all
Stardust coalesced there  
Exploded in creation  
Life began  
Lancelot Price 2016 January 19
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thin white duck  
drowning in life  
if only  
i could fly  
to myth Paradise  
like myth angels  
Paradise is now  
one second  
no others  
it's over when i sing my last song  
Lancelot Price 2016 January 18
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Our World
electric canaries and nightingales  
singing, arcing 'round the Starmen  
and their leader, Bob  
That's his name this time  
lookin' so ordinary  
so weirdly extraordinary  
Skinny shirts and jeans  
jazzing in new orleans  
Bob and Frank and Louis  
Living off Jackson queens  
consumin' extraordinary beans  
killin' the hateful means  
with stings from space bees  
hornet wasps and things  
and bright colours from the rain  
it's our thing  now  
our world  
our world  
our world  
Lancelot Price 2016 January 13
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not a trace of sweetness  
in your flesh or bone  
none in your gutty core  
You're all ideas and vast explosions  
No comfort found in warmth of you  
Yet you fascinate  
So sexy  
I can't compete but I can love  
Lancelot Price 2016 January 10
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button eyes
button-eyed teddybear  
designed by death  
with his last breath  
fur peeling off with skin  
top of skull  
missing and made  
into a flower garden  
so small  
full of exotic plants and koi ponds  
pushing out oxygen to the starved  
Lancelot Price 2016 January 09
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With great power comes loneliness. The man who has no equal,  has no love. Those who are less may respect, may worship, may fear. And they may call those love. But they are not love. One must have equals to have friends. One must be equal to love and be loved. One must be vulnerable to give and receive. The perfect armour of unmatchable strength gives a home that none can share. An empty freedom.
Lancelot Price 2015 December 26
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boys and cars [a song]
A song
Boys and cars  
Nights and stars  
Miami streets 'n'
Music's beats  
Top down  
Open life  
Lettin' the world  
See boys in cars  
[quick instrumental bridge]
Kissin' at the stop signs  
The feelin' is go  
And not real slow  
Foot on the gas  
Passin' traffic  
Didn't see that train  
Comin' down  
The  track we cross  
[short bridge, instrumental]
Loss of blood  
Last thing I heard  
Lancelot Price 2015 December 22 1141
As yet undeveloped and unrecorded.
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Please read the writings on their own page so they can be seen and heard the way they're meant to be.

Random Favourites

Dark Forest by BranislavFabijanic Dark Forest :iconbranislavfabijanic:BranislavFabijanic 102 26
Prospero's Children
I remember:
I remember the children we were, back then,
When the whole world was a gift
From the future, to us.
And if we did not live in Arcadia,
Well, we were close enough to see it
From there.
And the summers seemed to last forever,
Amid endless days under the hot
Louisiana sun.
Would we have dared to grow up,
If we knew what truly awaited us?
Or would we have chosen to remain,
Clinging to childhood like a tribe of
Pan's Lost Boys, majestic
In our lack of splendor
And our ignoble savagery.
We were not kings and queens,
But chieftains and sway-talkers,
And we spoke our wishes into being
With the aid of the most wondrous
of hermetic fetiches:
Sour pears and mix-tapes,
Journals and Sunday comics and
Strawberry candy; strike-anywhere matches
And fireworks...
Our familiars:
Feral kittens and dragonflies,
Scattered chickens and gape-mouthed
We walked our island, Life,
Like Prospero's children, or grandchildren,
As if Miranda and Ariel knew one another
And cast their by-blows acros
:icondownwardssaint:DownwardsSaint 1 1
Moon Envoy II by FrodoK Moon Envoy II :iconfrodok:FrodoK 69 6
do they continue to see the world
as being told,
about something,
like when you wrestle with indifference
as the phone rings and rings
and stops
and rings
and some girl you've forgotten
leaves a hundred messages
while you are playing video games
on an ancient contraption
your father bought you
10 years ago
in a rare moment of
which you promptly
and every dish you own
balances like a trophy in the sink
with ramen noodle scraps
and old mashed potatoes
and you contemplate for a fraction of a second
the time when you realized that you could live,
you could breathe and sleep and breed among men
on $20 a week, and they had to let you in
when you walked into the headshop
wearing your chrome plated
armageddon boots
and mohawk
looking for pipe
and you slink home
with the stink of cloves
in your venerable toyota
your mother discarded
and cave into your little hovel
and carve a path of dirty clothes,
a swathe through your dark efficiency
:iconspoems:spoems 17 34
bumblebee bi plane drones by rodulfo bumblebee bi plane drones :iconrodulfo:rodulfo 79 7 The Elegantly Fringed Tulip by KanchanCollage The Elegantly Fringed Tulip :iconkanchancollage:KanchanCollage 21 10
lawnmower at 7:49AM
another false alarm
this morning.
what happens:
i wake from nothing,
but even less than this.
born from the soundless cradle of amnesia,
calm from motherlove,
channels clear of their frequent bias,
i have no reason for history.
i am tireless.
i am opening.
eyes turn up,
and a face.
they seek their darlings
and will whittle down the universe
for cycles of millennia
until they come, at last,
to rest upon themselves.
they are busy in my head.
a bedroom
with a window chasing east
after a giant wound in the dark
illuminates the immensity; it is close and far away.
i wonder, what will become of the impossible?
will all the shriveled tongues
reconstitute, find their cheeks?
will heaven touch my covers
and wash away the limbs, break my fast,
will the cat
in the backyard tree
reach the highest leaf-tip
and keep climbing
to the clouds of Orion?
will i turn to my bedside
and find a manifesto,
read aloud
to the gathered particles,
intone a revolution?
and then,
i remember.
:iconspoems:spoems 10 12
Amber and Wood Necklace 2819 by AmberSculpture Amber and Wood Necklace 2819 :iconambersculpture:AmberSculpture 931 52 Self-portrait sentimental by FrodoK Self-portrait sentimental :iconfrodok:FrodoK 67 6 In magical Grove VI by FrodoK In magical Grove VI :iconfrodok:FrodoK 157 15
The son of my friend
was watching Pirates,
asked if Captain Jack was me.
I really, really wish
I could simply take that,
run for the horizon,
eye liner, attitude,
swagger and all.
Instead here is a man
folding in on himself
instead of sailing free.
A man for whom
the inside of a closed eyelid
is a gateway drug
to the perfectly unreal.
A man who keeps forgetting
that life is right now, right here,
spoons and cats and telephones.
And I got really fucking drunk
for this last part, you know.
In the middle of Ruby Sparks, thinking
I could make up someone too.
I'd be that insecure guy with the glasses on
who's probably gonna end up
married to a cliché.
Maybe I am Jack now,
headband, wasted and all.
Maybe this is where
we cut the anchor loose.
:iconneonxaos:neonxaos 12 12
Stream-of-Unconciousness #2
An alien moon came down to give sausages to the drowned. I was sitting on the fence between night and day when I noticed the unusual event. Soon there were black helicopters everywhere, SWAT teams, policeman cordoning random areas off with yellow tape. So this is it, I thought, the end of all things. But I was wrong.
Pickles were still in abundance, and dancing people ate them and watched it all on TV.
I had to go to work, but having no job I grabbed a pickle from the great pickle jar, intending to dance. However, mine was a pickled egg, which reminded me of the horrible country store of my youth. It was run by robots disguised as an elderly couple who sold beer to kids.
I lit a Winston and threw the egg at some guy in a Fatal Karma T-shirt. I think he was a zombie.
I noticed that all the flags were flying at half-mast, and plastic haired reporters were milling about with their cameramen, talking about the weather. A clueless cop told me to move along, so I killed him. These are not go
:iconbark:Bark 16 47
I am buying some tea
in a glass bottle
on a college campus.
Nobody is here after
7pm, not even the
our collective
Everyone wants to
get in their cars
and find home.
There is
lots of waiting.
An old friend passes me
on the stairs.
We make jokes
about our
Hell is a quiet place.
The silver token bottle cap
then bends.
:iconfallingasleeptonight:FallingAsleepTonight 57 11
Lake Dreams by KanchanCollage Lake Dreams :iconkanchancollage:KanchanCollage 36 5



Hello, Friends, I'm here again. Vanished into an alternate dimension till the Selling Times were over for a few days.
Dimension X has no television, luckily, so I missed much horrid hoopla and soporific stupidity, kneejerking, all of it. :D
And thus was happy! HO HO HOOOOO


United States
I finally have a book available here>…
I decided to make all profits go to my friend, Ron :iconbark: , or to his heirs, not to me. It will be available in other places in the future. Or maybe not.

The writer formerly known as moonflower-kimono> moonflower-kimono.deviantart.c… or 'Gypsy-Knight'

Concealing the whole T^n^12-x complications thing in brief streams of simple words.

I live in financial poverty self-imposed by sliding from one pleasure to another as though by wayward gravity. So there we are. um... or rather, There I am.

Auto biography, Chapter One ;)

I must have been too ignorant yet when I was a little kid; I should have known right away what ride I was in for when the first book I ever read was Alice in Wonderland-Through the Looking Glass.

Talking lilies, teapots full of dormice. Oh yes, I should have suspected that life would be full of extraordinary unbirthdays, and I would forever play croquet with flamingo mallets.

I never did fit the standards, and that's what made my life the interesting thing it is. I can probably never be sure if wildness was already in me so that I resonated with Wonderland or whether Wonderland made me wild. Either way, I could never be satisfied with ordinary life; I needed, yes, needed life more intense and beautiful. I was blessed by Lewis Carroll. I'll be grateful to him as long as I live.

[The Wonderland part was originally a response to a journal entry by my first dA friend :iconradiopooh: a former EMT, an IT guy for a hospital, a drummer, an encourager, and a storyteller. Goodbye, my friend. He died many years short of the statistical average.Now his work is gone from dA, so he is even deader. Such is the fate of all of us; the flow of events makes us all disappear from even memory. Live your best, your fullest, while you can.]

Current Residence: here in my head
Favourite genre of music: just music-Years&Years,Troye Sivan,Beatles, PSB, Limahl, New Order,
Radiohead,Adele,ad inf.
Favourite photographer: Henri Cartier-Bresson, Gene Smith, Ansel Adams
Favourite style of art: metaphor
Operating Systems: 7 and Vista. 7 is the same as Vista with a lot fewer device drivers
MP3 player of choice: WinAmp 5.63withWinAmpModern skin, WinAmp 2.95 [for the animated vertical frequency graph with selectable styles and colours
Shell of choice: pasta, Murex, and garden snail
Wallpaper of choice: don't like wallpaper, I prefer wooden walls, as did the fifth-century 'BCE' Athenian navy
Skin of choice: very firmly supported
Favourite cartoon character: mm... right now I'd say Totoro!! and Porco Rosso. Oh! and Calvin and Hobbes! and Howl!
Personal Quote: If it coulda, it woulda.



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PatchworkLynx Featured By Owner May 2, 2017   Writer
:heart: thank you so much for the watch!!
LancelotPrice Featured By Owner May 3, 2017
You're very welcome. :)
j0rosa Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2017  Professional Traditional Artist
Thank you for the add/watch :iconthankyou1::iconthankyou2:
LancelotPrice Featured By Owner Apr 14, 2017
Thank yoU for being there.
staatsf Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2017
hi Lance
thank you for the fav!
LancelotPrice Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2017
You're most welcome Staats.
MARCO-E Featured By Owner Feb 24, 2017
Thanks for faving! :)
LancelotPrice Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2017
My pleasure, sir; thank yoU for the artwork.
MARCO-E Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2017
staatsf Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2017
hello lance
how are you?
thank you for the fav
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