Aethersphere

AETHERSPHERE

314.159 poems

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1,000,000 minutes

dead beat poet

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Copyright (c) 2011 by dead beat poet

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ISBN: 978-1-4580-1446-7

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What Others Are Saying

Aethersphere is an engaging read for anyone who is interested in learning more about an internal psychological intense exploration that maps the intimate contours of this mysterious and terrifying prodigy we all experience, called life. You can follow as this warrior-like yet peace-loving writer set out to challenge mainstream thinking, to debunk stereotypes, to put the dependence on obsession and on self-destruction into sharp perspective, filled with emotive images and vivid visions that penetrate deep down under our skin. and to seduce our mind with his apocalyptic point of view. is a public space where we can talk freely and safely about death, chaos, loneliness, obsession, pain, violence, perversion, grief. But also about vampires, angels, muses, hopes, dreams, magic, art, synaesthesia, aethersphere, sex, love. The essence of Aethersphere is to find a way, however desperate, to make sense of the world even when it seems to be meaningless, vain and silly, and to keep yourself alive. Give it a try: I’m sure you’ll be wonderfully surprised.

Marzia Puzkin, Roman Muse

Its hard hitting and heavy shit man !

Every emotion has been covered that is humanly possible.

DP Therapy outweighs Psychotherapy 10 fold

I’m looking up words I don’t know,

have some favorite poems and ones that made me...cringe !

Lynsey Bailey, UK poetess

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Poetics Introduction Induction

Thank you for beginning to read this book of more than 300 poetic works this introduction will be the only narration outside of the graphic poems they were written with a self-exquisite corpse and spontaneous automatism with aid of muses, red inked molskines and mounds of dark agonistic tomes the dates of writing are from the fall of 2008 to the spring of 2011 murks.

If you decide to complete this reading from the beginning to the very end download a copy with a real world free guarantee for your digital shelf one thing will be realized by reading that will make it worth pressing send inside there is stuff about art, philosophy and the physics of conscious self if not pleased i promise to write a poem especially about you as you do pretend.

By reading this far you are no longer a stranger and now know part of the plot our story unfolds with what isn’t written between the lines and around rhymes welcome to our digital world in the casual electronic voyeuristic observer’s slot there will be clues along the way and surprises for the ending of our times for all you know you might already be part of the story and ineluctable knot.

Caution to those of a mild constitution because of an initial report if you feel rhyming is annoying this book will definitely make you crazied reading this may be cause for unsettling feelings of a quiet and sad discomfort fast amounts of reading may make you feel, write and act a little bit frenzied the poems are an unconscious reflection of our reality in full distort.

If you decide to go for the full download then you receive a two-for-one price please share one for free with your friend and discuss it with someone you like triple entaundras of streaming thoughts in my cerebral grinder of actualizationism if you decide not to continue please email this link to someone you secretly dislike even if you don’t know who i am there is another near just like me and our favorite vice.

Suggested Reading Guidelines

Firstly read the list of titles from beginning to end

skipping through or breezing past is slicing yourself thin

like women and men sitting alone and reading together on the city bus

you may never get this first chance ever again and forget this relative-time

from your conscious through the sublevel of the destination station of un-consciousness

this will establish the anagrammatic neuro-synaptic pathways through the axonic-mylonic maze

each of the titles is a smooth stepping stone that when stepped upon opens a little red and black door

the unconscious lay in between and in that resides your free will just beyond the reality haze

the one you call ‘I’ and a small bit commingling and infusing to the collective sub-conscious

take this chance now and do it right for the higher high the very first space-time

discover the triple entandra with a second reading revealing meaning thus

recognizing the rhyming and sequence adds an additional dimension

the full story will not make sense if you skip through the end.

How to determine the true monetary value of this poetry book

Think of the poems in this book as mini-experiences similar to enjoying your favorite cup of warm liquid surrounded by strangers with their faces buried in their laptops, dinner and a movie, drinks with a friend or a favorite cerebral massage or something to chew on from a bubblegum machine. Like anything else you consume on a daily basis, poetry has value and poems are worth something. Unlike behind the counter culture products, poems have different value for each reader. Follow these easy to understand guidelines to determine your personal poetics valuation.

After reading each poem, assign a value of 1-10. Determine each ratings value using the table below and when you are finished reading, add them together. This is your Aetherspheric valuation. This is what the experience is worth and what the value of the words actually are, adjusted to your own reality of course. If after reading and rating you feel you didn't pay enough for the reading experience, you are encouraged to purchase multiple copies and share them with others to sustain your aetherspheric equilibrium.

You...

1 = $ 00.01 : read the poem

2 = $ 00.10 : liked the poem

3 = $ 00.25 : read the poem twice

4 = $ 00.50 : giggled or winced

5 = $ 01.00 : laughed or cried

6 = $ 05.00 : loved or hated the poem

7 = $ 10.00 : became angry or horny

8 = $ 20.00 : lead to an epiphany

9 = $ 50.00 : were inspired to change something

10 = $100.00 : altered your perception of reality.

~~~~ Chronology of Linked Titles ~~~~

Phase I: b.A.d

Columbus & Broadway

Lifting the Veil

Let’s Meet

Lamia

Electronic Glitter

Tosca

Cozsing Pandora

Sitting Fright

Behind the Mask

Little Star

North Beach Weather

Will Ball

Misfits and Freaks

Paula Lietz

Buy Christmas

Live in Effigy

Holidays Alone

Empty & Hollow

Working Hard

1,000 Friends

Getting Laid

Liquid Bed Head

Veil of Sandness

Vengeance and Retribution

Snag and Twist

Hide and Dance

Walk the Walk

Emotional Spectrum Magic

The Future Me

Another Weekend

Inane Brain

Empire Building

Some Faux Reward

Weapons and Fruit

My Little Hell

Fag and Yank

Dream Welts

Talent and Doubt

Fox News and Benzoylmethyl Ecgonine

Bald Pussy

Gold, Oil, and Drugs

Shout Horror

Melanie Smith

Perspective

Dakin Snoopy

Mating with Shadows

A Room With No View

Sarah Jay Oliver

Sea of Sin

The World in My Eyes

Policy of Silent Truth

Reverse Halo

A Gallon of Sips

Haunting Number

Shirley Betush

Synesthesiac Flavor

Waxing Pathetic

Trine Plesner

Spewing Lies

Will and Order

Whisper and Missed

Cold Repose

Read it Again

Wish Death

Kat Lawrence

Whore Friends

Sea Tranquility

Lethargic Jerk

Fun Revenge

Paradigm Dance

Strange Pain Angels

Fire and Halos

Shutter and Spew

Dance Worship

Alone Clone

Your Desire

Lurking Rhythm

Broken Halo Nest

If Only Evil

Stupid Rich

Servants and Masters

Palm Sheets

Tiffany Horan

Question False Time

Dying Drunk

Searching for Sin

Fire Stuff

Tar Baby Tapping

Door Sex

Everyone Hates You

Laura-Jayne Brown

Blind Smittoned Prose

Abyss of Hatred

Evil Blush

Angel of Severance

Warning Shadows

Silence Your Breath

Policy of Lies

Strange Hate

Lost Hello

Obvious Hate

Agonizing Bliss

Everything Deadly

Black Roses

Bitter-Sweet Lips

Heavenly Knife

Broken Angel

Grave Dancing

Ring of Death

Stiff Body

Stripped Stoned

Gasoline Shower

Death Smile

Unmerciful Death Wish

Slowly Bleeding Away

Plucking Angels

Bloody Black Hole

Mind Dancing

Pray for Fire

Satan is Nothing

Franceska Berube Carrier

Salty Blood

The Evil in Your Eyes

Final Wish

My Bloody Valentine

Still Their

The Rest

Fun Ring

Bright Rack

Following Park

Dream Valentine

Favorite Dish Wish

Feast Alone

Pleasant Nightmares

Shadow Weaver

Fuzzy Token Expectations

Glistening Fables

Tragic Weekend

Inferior Ways

Bitter Sweet Fright

Peeling Red Letters

Dancing for Hell

Giggles and Fire

Lying Grave

Faceless Dancing

Distain Observer

Laurene Wyspianski

Never Be Mine

Fates Worse Than Crazi

Sylwia Gorak

Alone Path

Whore Love

Swirl Dance

Kat Flight

Succeed Drunk

Lynda Newland-Coraluzzi

Please Let Me Down

Far And Near Simultaneously

Mind Twist Amuck

Distant Gaze

Failure Envy

Shadow Master

Bending Negative Reality

Revision Gliding

Butterflies for Breakfast

Weighted Nightmare Needs

Private Unification Theory

Masked Poking

Independence Glee

Elly Cox

Placeless Petting

Dark Koken

Wrong Swan

The Days and Nights We Dropped the Seeds

Infinite Zero Hero

Criticize Another Spelling

Undeserving Meaningless Perfection

Naturally Evil Friend

Shifting Reality Keys

Fallen Poet Angels

Warped Speed Mind Healing

Slaying Emotional Vampires

Phase II: North Beach Beat

It’s About Rhyme

Vesuvio Maiden Lane

Sailing Up Waterfalls

Duchess von Meowfrau

Sweetening Etherscape

Dancing in Reprise

The Spoken Body

Nathalie Lord

Gaslit Rumors

Let Me Never Down

Running From the End

Lying Hits Target

It Depend$

Lucy J HUEsss

Schadenfreude Beddy

Omniscient Elsewhere Engineers

Lynn Sanchez

San Franskitzo City Stall

Flowing Glances at Cafe Trieste’

Prophetically Rich Society

Undead Wedding

Lyndall Nugent

Sarah Higdon

Infused Hilly Domain

A Shadow in Light

Eating Cold Decisions

The Pleasant Side of Hurting

Neo Holiday Jeer

Quantemed Out Together

Etherikaly Philosophikal

Pseudo Digital Cache’

Neither is More

Devout Dissonance

Pseudo Live Skin

Shadows and Swirls

Margarite d’Arsinoe

Running Walker

Dark Shadow Clubbing

10,000 Volt Thighs

Invisible Happy Emotions

Ten Black Door Wishes

Aestherspheric Dream Walkers

Gillian Stanley

Clarifying Brain Static

12 ‘i Wonders’

Michelle Salas

February-Fourteenth Twenty-Ten

Janelle Boatright

Favorite Invisible Anathema

Chaos Transrapid Thermoglyding

People are Quarks

Empty Voices

Your Perfect Monument

Hallowed Ween

Phase III: Dark Poet

Ten Spontaneous Prose Essentials

Indefinable Wing Stretching

Minus One Man

Pseudo Digital Play

Scribbled Brain Fodder

Suffering Hurts

Dirty Little Secret

Spit Swapping Catacombs

Superficial Fangs

Pathetic Pyrrhic Victories

Pseudo Probabilistic Multiverse

Hero Zeno and Infinite Zero

My Vampire Angel

Personal Psychic Wings

Exquisite Muse Visit

Just Let Go

Positively Genuine Conception

Petite Circle Domme

Bitter-Sweet Dreams and Jokes

Found Empty Translation

Nude

Writer’s Block

The Sound of Your Face

Jl Davenport

Poetry Addict

Ratchel Crogger

Scar Scratching

What Stray Disgrace

Whore Love

Crazi Boring Poets

Blind Velvety Visions

Please Choose Your Scar

90 Hours Away

Who’s Plague Is It ?

11 i Then Wishes

Gleening Grin Reepers

Golden Gated Shadows

Recoiling Digital Philosophy

Stuffing Lovely Nightmares

Red Blazing Ferris Wheels

Counting Hypnotized Metaphors

Incomplete Rippling Fragments

Un-inspired Thought Craft

latonic Dimension Domination

Demotional Paranoiac Projections

Pseudonystic Symbiotic Thought Scrubbing

Neither Nude Nother

Shifting Broken Keys

Butterfly Pommells

Transverse Our Multiverse

Defenseless Expert Loser

Letter Poem to Ferlinghetti

Howling

Gaslight Sale

Theorhetical Knotification

Bars Can’t Hold Her

Mile High Inner Howling

Brandi Adams

Drip by Drip Lies

Scorpion Vamp

Masked Muse Juxtaposition

Intoxicated Eternal Oleoresins

Holiday Plight

Pseudoatiypically Belesprit Aomi

Holiday Wish List

Dancing Star Spitter

Long Time Lost

Spoken and Spelled

Zerabella’s Mind Umbrella

Troubled Dream Reems

Counting Go Experiments

Robot Love Selector

Ultravira X-mass void

Desexperence Floating Pain

Inside Mind Matter

Strumbling Lifestyle Augmentator

Hard Live Sax

Ultra Violet Pop-Sizzle

Drip by Drip Lies

Silver Blossom

Blind Darkened Mounds

Absolute Relative Time Track

Trois sublime Gazes

Blue Lipped Venus

Free Will Programming

Cerebral Dimensional Thermoflow

Greasy Good Angel

Mona’s Idiom Challenge

Extolling Polling

Angelicate Bitten Cure

Kelly Accented Greene

11 x 5 x 7 x 5 Haikus

Blissful Vajayjay Day

Ruling Class Lies

Forward Mass Progress

Mass Maze Games

Fabulist Yarn Bridge

Myopic Wish Fulfilled

Jellyfish Wishes

Running Fire Water

Robyn's Elliptical Field

You're a Geemosapian Too

Rhonda's Transitional Being

Axonic Mylonic Maze

Eleven If-Then Wishes

Fallatiotic Red Vixen

Peripheral Perceptive Existence

Picasso's Dead Friend

I Never Wish

Perfecly Ugly Effection

Sassy Shackled Ankles

Ultra Evil You

They Never Give Us Control

i Oh U

Moxy Blue You

Doing Without Nikhedonia

Forgotton Lost Girlfriend

Essential Musical Breath

Cerebral Shimmering Platonia

Haunting Zenophobic Paradox

Volatilizingly Dripping Moon

i Can Will

Uncontrollably Do Lo Res

You Compete Me

You Are Knot Cool

Ultra Vivid You

i Don't Want You

Flashmob Poets For Peace

Are You We ?

Eye Can See You See Me

Pucker Power

Clicking the line under the poem takes you to the index.

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Columbus & Broadway

I’m sitting right here,

@ Columbus & Broadway.

People everywhere,

doing it the hard way.

Models here and there,

strippers galore.

If you look well enough,

you can find a whore.

Italian food, Greek,

Mexican too.

They are all here,

just to serve you.

Buying memories,

souvenirs as well.

Stay long enough,

go straight to hell.

Trust me I know.

been there and back.

But this time it’s different,

going to stay right on track.

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Lifting the Veil

They say making rhymes,

is a sign, that you’re going inane.

If this is so, can it be,

that we’re supposed to be all the same?

Average people can’t understand,

the depths in which we feel.

Over-react and under-dress

is simply just part of the deal.

They just can’t see it,

not the way we do.

That’s why we’re on stage,

they want to be like us too.

They just don’t know it,

because the veil hasn’t lifted.

To show them the truth,

people are not disordered and everyone’s gifted.

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Let’s Meet

I can tell you things that you’ve never heard,

and show you things you’ve never seen.

What is it that you do,

from which I may glen?

We can meet for lunch,

or maybe tea.

You can tell me about you,

and then about me.

It’s not sex I want,

or friendship either.

It’s an exchange of ideas,

over a pint or a liter.

You tell me yours,

I’ll tell you mine.

If the energy is right,

together they will shine.

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Lamia

I can’t imagine,

a life without struggle.

One with work,

AND a life to juggle.

Bringing others joy,

is the path I have chosen.

Work every week-end,

a love life that’s frozen.

I’m not complaining,

I’m full of ammonia.

Because that is,

I have Anhedonia.

That’s why I can’t wait,

for the return of Lamia.

That what’s I call,

my good friend Cyclothmia.

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Electronic Glitter

MySpace, facebook, Google and Twitter,

filling our brains with electronic glitter,

eyes full of sparkle,

and minds full of litter.

Friends with thousands,

but know only few,

maybe you’re next,

just me, them and you.

My postings are read,

by thousands a day.

The phone never rings,

it’s as if I’m away.

Eat, sleep, dance,

movies as well.

Alone in the crowd,

with secrets to tell.

You tell me yours,

I’ll tell you mine.

We both need for more,

like the sunshine.

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Tosca

I’m sitting here in Tosca,

drinking alone.

They say that’s a symptom

of something wrong in the home.

Beautiful women,

at the end of the bar.

Do you think one will screw me,

in the back of my car?

Oops, you see,

I don’t have my car.

Maybe we can do it,

in the back of the bar.

I doubt it though,

everyone would hear.

I guess I’ll just sit here,

and finish my beer.

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Cozsing Pandora

I coze my Pandora,

she tunes my brain.

With piano concertos,

and sounds like rain.

She makes me feel unalone,

and sometimes warm inside.

I can listen to Depeche Mode,

when I want to cry or hide.

Mozart and Bach,

Nick Cave is here too.

The Smiths and Nirvana,

of course there’s U2.

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Sitting Fright

Here I sit,

alone in my room.

Nothing to think,

but more gloom and doom.

A solitary life is what I lead,

without regard to want or need.

Nobody knows where I do sleep

nor do they care if I laugh or I weep.

Alone I go into the night

with all of my will and all of my might

People are there in plain sight,

they pretend not to see because of their fright.

But I know they’ll be there

when I get my next hit

when once again

I am the shit

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Behind the Mask

Nobody knows me,

not by name.

I say hello and smile,

to them I’m just the same.

Another face in the crowd,

but behind the mask is pain.

A mindful of yesterdays,

regrets, hopes and sorrows.

But the worst is behind me,

I can finally see tomorrows.

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Little Star

My little star sleeps next to me,

tiny nightmares light my way.

Why she’s here it’s hard to say,

please leave tomorrow, not today.

She sees me, not as I am,

but shades of dark-pale gray.

Now I’m awake and she’s disappeared,

I know I’ll miss her for the whole day.

As soon as I’m home it’s back to bed,

maybe she’s waiting within my walls of red.

And then I drift off to my sweet,

it’s only here we ever meet.

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North Beach Weather

In San Francisco there is no such thing,

as the season’s winter or summer.

It’s always either fall or spring,

of course the fog’s another.

Our park is called a square,

though it’s round and full of stoners.

Around dusk because they care,

the dogs are out walking their owners.

Every day from the front to the rear,

travelers drift like a newly formed band.

The backpacks and carriers do appear,

at the beach on the hill with no sand.

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Will Ball

She has the name,

of a gay porno star.

I’ll bet you she lost it,

in the back of a car.

Mirrors are smashed,

deconstructing perception.

What this artist needs,

is a sold out reception.

She creates for some artists,

who have certain needs.

The feeling of victory,

a tower among trees.

So buy her work fast,

before she meets me.

Because when that happens,

she will cost at least x-three

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Misfits and Freaks

Misfits and Freaks,

I know them by name.

Because they and I,

are one in the same.

Their backs are all turned,

when we disclose,

our true other self.

The discussion’s now closed.

Then we retreat,

to our own little sphere.

To them it’s just like,

we were not ever there.

Paula Lietz

Paula Lietz is nice beyond measure.

To claim as a friend

is a valuable treasure.

A home-cooked meal,

provided each day.

To nourish the body, and keep hunger away.

To tune her own rhythm,

she listens to chants,

gives a