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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  
unknown  
unequalled ever before  
To wet great cats we owe our future  
Lancelot Price 2017 March 1
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Literature
center
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  
Kindness  
Lancelot Price 2017 January 12
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Literature
Morningstar
Morningstar  
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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Literature
Waves
waves
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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  
sustenance  
Lancelot Price 2016 December 23
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Literature
Honeythorn
Honeythorn
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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Literature
Nitey-nite
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  
bizarre  
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
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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  
disapproving  
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  
that  
it was no big
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Faded Song
Faded Song
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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
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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  
Matricide  
Poison gas on fields of war  
Infanticide  
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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Ziggykiss
Ziggykiss
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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  
Again  
Again  
Again  
Lancelot Price 2016 January 19
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Literature
ducks
ducks
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thin white duck  
drowning in life  
if only  
i could fly  
to myth Paradise  
like myth angels  
do  
but  
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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Literature
Our World
electric canaries and nightingales  
singing, arcing 'round the Starmen  
and their leader, Bob  
That's his name this time  
Bob  
lookin' so ordinary  
so weirdly extraordinary  
Bob  
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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savoury
Savoury  
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  
Intrigue  
So sexy  
I can't compete but I can love  
Lancelot Price 2016 January 10
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Literature
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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Literature
power
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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Literature
boys and cars [a song]
A song
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Boys and cars  
Nights and stars  
Miami streets 'n'
Music's beats  
Top down  
Open life  
Lettin' the world  
See boys in cars  
Together  
[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.

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Sirens
They run when they hear sirens -
it's all they know.
They hide under bridges
and fire escapes,
like their fathers
and their fathers' fathers.
They know the sight
and sound of thick
black boots in hallways
and the anger of an engine
unwinding in the streets.
They remember how unfriendly
four a.m. can be,
hunching behind fences
that wait with open jaws.
And they remember
how sour fear actually tastes
when it lingers
in the back
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Mea Culpa
Surely you see
just how wrong this is?
Even the streetlamp agrees;
then again,
it saw the whole thing -
woman crumpled
in a stairwell,
only bricks for company.
Oh my hands found her
so ready and willing -
needy,
the fog of rapture
wreathing her head.
My knife
found her best parts
tucked in and plucked -
that treasure
from her belly -
and took it
home.
I made a god
of her,
left her smiling,
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Comrade
I was called comrade today
I was surprised at how much I liked it
Surprised on the street, being called to
Being called out, "Comrade!"
I thought of old black and white film
Of simpler times
Of black and white differences
Common causes with common enemies
A low tech world of rights and wrongs
Of allegiance and commitment
A true love, say
Or an aging parent's needs
The word has little meaning today
Does that matter to me?
Comrade, said disparagingly...
A neo-corporate condescension
To care that all are treated with respect
With justice… a naïve anachronism?
Today I was called, "Comrade"
It felt right
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Silly Little Poem
Love
Is like a fine strand
Of silver
Just don't try to pull
An eighteen wheeler.
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You Can Have The Words
Hollowed man
Spouting off meager words
That wouldn't fill
An empty coin dish
That could've been a quote
If you had even
The faintest glow
Of poetic fire
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Battle on the Bridge
"Show us your teeth,"
liar with a knight's shield.
Pushed back to the river,
and losing ground with every step.
Spilling off the burning bridge
into the rapid surge below--
like a turn-key in my gut,
I go from cobalt to crimson,
blurring as I move, as I lunge,
as I fall upon them.
All becomes unbiased red:
the trigger slips,
the collar breaks,
the arrow flies.
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Portended
My truth is my mortality, that alone will never leave me go.
Cocooned in my virtuality, the rate of disintegration can only
appear slow, the remorseless grinding of the geology of my days
When will the plates finally shift, the quake that banishes my quiddity
unthrone all sentience, the depths disown what had seemed to float
above the unplumbed depths of organicity,
impervious to the blood-boiling turmoil of the gut.
My truth is my mortality, that alone will never leave me go.
Conception, that implosive moment when a million futures perish,
when two in a moment of fusion predicate the existence of one,
when tangled ribbons of time are knotted and woven
into robes of potentiality, potentiality clothed in nascent flesh. Even as the blossom buds
the seeds of ultimate decay take root. That final moment
is adumbrated with the earliest stirrings of the embryonic heart.
My truth is my mortality, that alone will never leave me go.
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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

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LancelotPrice
Lancelot
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I finally have a book available here> www.deviantart.com/users/outgo…
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.
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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.

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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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MARCO-E Featured By Owner Feb 24, 2017
Thanks for faving! :)
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LancelotPrice Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2017
My pleasure, sir; thank yoU for the artwork.
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MARCO-E Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2017
:)!
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staatsf Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2017
hello lance
how are you?
thank you for the fav
staats
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LancelotPrice Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2017
I'm recovering briefly from 2016, but will continue to deal with the decline of Civilisation when Trump is president and Republican party shapes policy with insufficient opposition.
Otherwise, pretty damned okay.

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You're quite welcome sir, and thank yoU.

Also thanks for askin'. :heart:
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staatsf Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2017
soldier on
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LancelotPrice Featured By Owner Jan 10, 2017
ssssh, Don't mention soldiers. Trump is a militant freakazoid. Let's not encourage him with language. :D
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MARCO-E Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2017
Thank you for Faving! :)
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LancelotPrice Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2017
Fabulous sky, Marco. :thumbsup: x 2
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MARCO-E Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2017
Thanks!...credit goes to the model :)
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