 - Last login: 8 weeks agoTracer75
- Tracer75 is a 33 year old single guy from Chattanooga, Tennessee, USA.
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- Member since May 04, 2008
I play bass in The Tracers,a rock band from Chattanooga TN. I like writing short fiction horror and poetry.
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THE POETRY OF JONAS SNOW
I AM MADE OF ALTERED ATOMS (1997)
There's not anything left to learn
I am made of atoms altered
We travel slowly
Into the future everyday
Space and time travel are the same
Could we return to the past and change?
SLEEP TALK (1997)
And he said to me
This music is hallucinogenic
The neighbor sleeps, and burns in the blue
BENEATH THE FAUCET (1997)
People can hide it
Beneath the faucet
Please:
We need somewhere
Wash it all down the drain
MAN FROM VENUS (1997)
Man from Venus
Walks our streets
Venusian seed
Deep inside
Down inside
Must return home after fertility
Home Venus
Deep inside
Down inside
Relish the joy of abnormality
SLUGS (1998)
Salt will save us
Slugs we all are
ANOTHER DAY (1998)
I wanted us to be a tiny delight
I hoped our link would work
And become tight
Screw the beer
Now you are my best friend
Bound together
Until the very end
Another day
Lies were all you would say
CRAZY LADY (1998)
Visits their grave every day
Family tree nothing but death
Visits their grave every day
Family tree nothing but twigs
Crazy Lady
PRICE TAG ON AN EMOTIONLESS FACE (1998)
I like your hair
One in the world
Why do you care?
Which way lips curl
Little girl
Expressionless
Animal
Like the rest
I'll check the tag
On an emotionless face
I'll pay the price
To be like the rest
SANDS OF THE SEA (2004)
1. WOODEN TABLE
In the dark, there is a wooden table.
They sat in front of empty Plates.
Their shadows danced on the sand like lovers.
It is love that lingers like frowns around this table.
She danced to his music while sinking.
It stares in the dark.
Staring at what it built, it screams.
The wooden table might hear.
2. ILLUSIONS OF LEGS
She is wrapped like a scarf.
She can hear me think in a silent cabbage patch.
It is empty.
Stars shine in the dark.
Illusions of beautiful legs appear to dance.
A movie of birth was the gift from Hollywood.
In the end, the softest music played for an undisturbed slumber.
These are mere standards of a dying love.
3. STEPPED ON
I was stepped on. Did you hear me?
In your head, his music was too overwhelming.
I am now hollow and empty.
You were like a child running with a kite: a selfish dance.
You never bothered looking at what you stepped on.
Can you sense me in the dark?
4. CUPCAKE
He met my baby by the sea.
The water was cold and dark.
Twas once full of laughter.
Tis now empty.
I became thunder drawn to a rain dance.
He melted like sugar on a cupcake.
I can still hear the drooling and crouching, like a baby in a pouch.
Where is love?
Resting beneath an old star, she was very susceptible to his music.
5. BED OF GOLD
They sank on a bed of gold.
They listened to the cold water's music,
And found beauty at the bottom.
They walked in the dark, murky world of golden sand.
Found empty eggs in an emerald nest.
They made love, and choked, on a bed of gold.
It can hear.
They fell asleep fifty years ago.
They still dance.
6. SANDS OF THE SEA
Upon the sands of the sea they dance.
They were led into the rocks, and in from the sea.
The thrashing waves were music in their ears.
Fate is a tune one rarely may hear.
She pondered: "Is it a mirror reflecting images in the dark?"
The reflection in the dark mirror was me.
Light from a fish's eyes could be seen,
Like love from below arising from the deep;
A reminder of a lighthouse they could not see: Empty.
7. WOODEN TABLE II.
There is a wooden table.
The chairs are empty.
In the dark, I hear beautiful music.
A cold hand caresses the back of my neck: "I'd love to dance".
THE DANCING TREE (2005)
In a quiet forest
I sang of romance
A flower listened
A tree danced
Oh what romance it would be
If the tree were a she
And not merely me
Singing to myself
CARIBBEAN CHRISTMAS (2005)
Pin the donkey's tail on the hypothalamus
Stare at it
While I rake the crooked dirt
Wipe away those tears,
For it is Christmas in the Caribbean
Stare at it
While It grows straight in this
A FOOL THEY MAY THINK I BE (2005)
A fool they may think I be;
But the sweet foolishness they hear
Will set them free
WIPE AWAY (2005)
The Inevitable maze
Freshens the random rabbit
Bubble babble
Crabapple
Rabbit baby
Wipe away
RUBBER BAND (2005)
I played in a rubber band
I played a rubber fiddle
My friend played the rubber imagination
I may have called it `character'
FALLING PINE CONE (2005)
The pine cone falls
In my sight
The pine cone flies
In my mind
The pine cone falls
From an endless height
The pine cone falls and flies
SUPPOSED (2005)
My oh my
I'm much too shy
For you to stare at me
Oh why
Oh my oh my
I just might cry
A beauty like you
Looking into my eyes
Oh why oh why
Why it's three o' five
And the clock is behind me
Bye bye bye
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