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Preview: cydniey's podcast

cydniey's podcast

poetry that doesn't suck spoken for the pleasure of your tired reading eyes. work from "stop poking me lady" available at homepage is

Published: Sat, 10 Feb 2018 00:25:16 +0000


cydniey - from the vicious to the rotten

Sun, 10 Sep 2006 23:49:56 +0000

another to give you the impression that i'm bad with people. it is quite possible that i am. or i just meet crazy people and friendships come to a bad end because of that. only one has enraged me enough to write a volume about it. enjoy.

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eventually and chanel 66

Wed, 06 Sep 2006 21:38:34 +0000

this time i have two pieces for you since they are short. "eventually" is the first and "chanel 66" is the second.

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cydniey - bitch puh-lease

Tue, 05 Sep 2006 20:54:10 +0000

this is about/to an exgirlfriend. i'm so empowered by anger. it's a good reading, though.

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cydniey - bishop

Sun, 03 Sep 2006 23:59:32 +0000

this is about a bad man.

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cydniey - diagnosis

Thu, 31 Aug 2006 20:43:57 +0000

this piece is about my head and the games it plays with itself.

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cydniey - bad tv

Wed, 30 Aug 2006 23:51:13 +0000

inspired by everyone's favorite medium. television.

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cydniey - another exchange

Tue, 29 Aug 2006 03:10:09 +0000

published as: if you knew, what would it be to you? It’s almost too 2D for me, my man . . . This thing we have instead of conversation I can sense but can't quite hold that hint To a question backed by vague fear . . . But I've got a great grip on the mind-closing Accusation of weary disappointment. When do you know that you're going the wrong way When you've got tunnel vision? I am not what you thought. Your assumptions were dead wrong. You could make a beautiful mistake You could shut up and listen to all that I say Because even if I tell it all it will never be enough. I am different than you made my vision And I am better, if well hidden and Anything that really matters I will never tell you. You will know because you can't help it And they don't mind it, the ones who've stayed. Ready made and ready to go - Looking for the complete package A fantasy all prepared for you Without effort or growth from either . . . I’m not done yet, never plan to be But I recognize what I don't understand I gravitate toward it and give myself to it I take from it all it will give and I never accuse. I think to myself that the true persevere And it's better to bleed when the wound is still small. I will mislead you if you bother to ask, I will endeavor to chase you away. I will play all the games up front and I promise to get it all over then just to see Whose still standing, waiting, yearning And then, my friend, I will give up my soul To be your best resource for those secret things You have never admitted to wanting.

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cydniey - angry

Tue, 29 Aug 2006 03:03:11 +0000

Angry Someone told me I sounded angry Like they were admiring my taste in drapes. Kind of in awe of how I got those colors to work. Look buster, here's the thing: The colors don’t work. They are made up of memories I Tend to regard as bad movies That never happened to me. You see, I am Cleopatra. And the only thing you should Be admiring from that anonymous desk Is that I haven't taken a 12 gauge to Mark Anthony and blamed it all On something Caesar did. Queen of denial. Yeah, I'm angry. I just can't say why. I can't even convince myself I'm Not a pathological liar Or just so crazy I invented my whole life. What would you be? But hey, it's my pain and I'm Not hurting anyone with it. Every poem I write means one Less scar on my body . . . To match the one on my soul. In this society I could easily Go kill a few people then Whine at the judge and Walk away from it all. But I just sit here quietly writing . . . Being . . . Angry. from the book "stop poking me lady" available at

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cydniey - those days

Mon, 28 Aug 2006 02:49:53 +0000

Those Days I remember that day Like it was 1,000 years ago. Where I sat on the couch Just being stubborn, headstrong. You were so quiet I thought You'd just hide in the closet, then BAM . . . Right in the face. I never saw it coming. It was so unlike you, I usually saw it coming. And the cop was so embarrassed When he called me to the station. Face so red as he stuttered, stammered. He had to ask, he told me, Just for the record Could I please just tell him WHY Your back was all scratched And welted and fresh. So I told him the truth: The day hadn't started bad. I remember that day Like it was two years ago. That day I'd had enough, And I'd been working out, Lifting heavy shit all morning While you slept fitfully alone. HIGH - Is how I felt When I knocked your ass out And freedom came to me With one simple phone call. I was so proud in those First two months as I watched your car Case my house until OOOPS - It just didn't bother Me anymore

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cydniey - apropos of nothing

Mon, 28 Aug 2006 01:51:21 +0000

Apropos of nothing "You have a lot of pictures of yourself" Ya, well, it’s an obsession "Do you ever wonder how many vacation photos you end up on?" No, though it would explain random bad mojo in my life "How does it feel to be the most photographed person in the immediate area?" Pretty fucking empty Chip said last night at the bar that one person telling us we're great is nice, but what we need (us performers) is 5,000 of them And last night I agreed And mostly I still do . . . Except sometimes when I think about people And realize there are "ones" who make it seem like 5,000 You know what I mean? Some people have this thing that makes their attention and praise seem like it's from the masses, it carries that much weight with you You believe what they tell you, They are that convincing in their sincerity And when that runs out, it still feels like 5,000 people All of them turning their backs And you get hurt and then angry and if you are smart, You go on, If only to prove that one wrong Prove that you can do it Whatever it is And sometimes you are rewarded with the 5,000 for that effort. And sometimes, Even after all that, You still miss the one. hi, no intro for this one. i didn't want to re-record it because i love this recording. and i didn't feel like adding an intro. yes, i got lazy like that. don't forget my homepage is

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cydniey - selfish

Mon, 28 Aug 2006 00:30:42 +0000

selfish I don't want to hear about how I’m not 'out' enough Just because I never got beaten up for it I don't want to hear about how I’m a late bloomer Just because it took me 18 years to get the hairy naked men off me long enough to think about what I wanted from sex I don't want to hear about how I am cold and unaffectionate For the 47th time from someone who I view as entirely too needy and clingy I don't want to defend my 'alternative lifestyle" Not to my lover, that's what I do with the breeders It’s not worth the pirated copy of win98 that I know is sitting in your truck, Another gesture from me that was not enough. Some always have the right thing to offer Some have nothing to give at all Some hoard it all waiting for a prophet But me, I just never made the call I don't want to fight about what you are afraid of Your age is unfortunate, but not all that important to anyone but you I don't want to sit here while you vent and vent and vent I know why you think I suck, I really do, but it doesn't change anything I don't want to keep explaining my self to your or your friends In a world of neat labels, I am the ink scrawl on a piece of tape I don't want to leave things like this again But I’ve really got to go, I have so much to do, I hope you understand

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Sat, 26 Aug 2006 23:15:36 +0000

a welcome to the poscast and brief explanation of why it exsists.

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cydniey - easier by far

Sat, 26 Aug 2006 21:34:37 +0000

Easier By Far I've tried to hold you Over all the miles between us. I've stretched my love as far as I think it can go, Only to reach just A little bit more. But I've lost my grip on you, And you've slipped of the Edge of sanity and plunged Into a sea of love. I've tried to understand it Through the bits and pieces You throw me, so Just in case you fall, This time I'll know how To pick you back up. And though it's gotten a Little bit crazy, It's hard to believe you Don't have the time. I always thought it would be Different . . . the end. I never imagined myself Saying "I wash my hands, go on, get." I'm trying to wish you well. That's easier by far Than all the rest. yet another from "stop poking me lady", available for download or hard copy at allow me to recommend the download, it's cheap and convenient and hard to spill lemonade on.

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cydniey - who is molly?

Sat, 26 Aug 2006 21:17:19 +0000

Who is molly? we met ten years ago. a small college that would have preferred we hadn't. we chased away our roommates. through little fault of our own. we threw parties. we spun myths. her family took me in when mine let me down. she waited patiently while I punished myself. for years she watched and didn't judge. or nag or question, unless someone was bleeding. we never fought. she borrowed my clothes. and let me borrow hers, even though I was fat. she traveled in similar circles years after I'd left them. she found new value in old friends. she gave the benefit of a doubt. she broke down her own walls. she did everything herself. everything she put her mind to. I asked myself repeatedly, "What would Molly do right now?" we've been called lovers we've been called sisters we've been called devils and we are none of these things what we are cannot be said. or analyzed. we are unconditional. we are unrelenting. we are unstoppable. and together, we are super heroes. there was the night that we asked the bouncer at metropol if we could punch a guy for touching us. he said "sure" there was the time we told our fellow students we drove my mom's microbus to the bahamas. we made the argument that vw's are airtight. there was the time that guy thought we ganged up on him and totally freaked out. okay, that has happened a few times. we are never boring. we are catalysts. we are triggers and buttons. events follow us like a wake. or like the crowd after a parade. bewildered and awed, following blindly for a few more minutes to prolong the feeling. molly is one half of that. she is the only person I could share all I have with. she likes cheesy 80's music. she is an artist and designer. she loves her family. and is close to them. she is good with finances. in fact, she has all of the practicality I lack. she makes me want to behave. she makes it easy to maintain my balance. she's just some chick who can see through most bullshit she's my best friend her bravery is not a front and she's never rude to those she doesn't like. she just won't bother. from my book "stop poking me lady", available at fir download or book purchase. i recommend the download, cheap and convenient and much harder to spill coffee on.

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cydniey - when i get to my happy place

Sat, 26 Aug 2006 20:52:40 +0000

When I Get To My Happy Place Salt air in my lungs, Your skin on my neck, Screech of lazy birds . . . Give me that warm feeling. My pulse slows to A rate I can live with sleep with deal with. My teeth are dry from Smiling so hard and I break free from my clothes And I'm running down The smooth wood planks Then I sink in hot sand, My toes disappear and I am still running. Salt mist on my lips And in my eyes and The water is so cold My soul shrivels up. My pulse is still slowed To a rate I can play with love with laugh with. I free fall into the low waves They carry me out to bliss With salt in my mouth And eyes, nose and blood. Sweet oblivion, the tide. I set my fears free Let go the hate and anger The sea can take it I've no more need of it. My pulse has slowed To a rate I can smile with run with stay with. from "stop poking me lady", available at

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c0ntaX and cydniey - rage rover rant

Sat, 26 Aug 2006 02:20:43 +0000

song by c0ntaX of, lyrics and spoken performance by cydniey lyrics: rage rover rant is fear the quiet gurl in the back row who always wears black? is fear the perky ladder climber with no panties and a loose tongue? is fear the idea that they are better than you? it's a spin on a ride you didn't ask to take when you packed up the truck and went back where you belonged and who wasn't waiting there for you and what things didn't you find and when is this going to run out so you can stop and remember because when it's too good to believe someone is bound to come in and steal your teddy bear . . . is fear the unrepressed joy that oozes when you see the lights? is fear the mere thought that those lights shine only for you? is fear the idea that you are not the only one who is ready and willing to believe that? it when he looks through you and you can see that in his eyes and you can see so much more like the fact that while he is looking through you he does not see you at all and he is not sure that he wants to and then you turn to someone else and you see the same thing that no matter what you choose to lay on the table they all see that you have a full house and there is no point trying to tell them any different. is fear the thought of chaos or the relentless urge to roll around in it? is fear the realization that insecurity really has nothing to do with the games you play? is fear the power that makes you walk across the room and say the words? it's still being so obsessed by the one thing I never got I never understood and having it in my face and my head and my lungs and still not getting it and now knowing why and also knowing that why is a lie and there is no real reason and being so frustrated so soon and not being able to wrap back up in myself and stop thinking thinking thinking about all of that and just use and use like they seem to. is fear knowing that they don't compare?

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cydniey - open

Thu, 24 Aug 2006 03:13:31 +0000

another spoken piece from "Stop poking me lady" Open Sometimes it just doesn't matter how much you open yourself to people. . . well it does matter, it matters to you . . . you're the only one who really knows how much effort it takes to extend your words as if a physical piece of yourself . . . only you are in tune with the pain when the words are cut off . . . only you see the wordblood . . . and sometimes there is so much blood you think "my goddess, they have got to be able to see this, it's making a damn mess all over the floor here" . . . And you get frustrated and maybe you get angry because you feel so inept that you can't express the pain with out the frustration coloring it in an unflattering way . . . and suddenly reaching out in kindness or love or something positive has turned into an ugly hot miserable thing . . . And the next time there is a call out to you, maybe you remember this . . . and maybe you keep your words to yourself . . . But then you are just empty.

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cydniey - the choices

Wed, 23 Aug 2006 05:19:29 +0000

it is so much easier to see the abuse from a distance, once it's over and you are safe again The Choices I anticipated death, but instead took freedom. I compromised so long . . . and don't much, Anymore. You thought I wasn't good enough you thought You were better. Better than what? Better than rape, maybe. I made that choice thinking It was the last. Something stopped me from Rolling over dead. Maybe a magic dragon hovered Right above my head. Just long enough for me To make the next choice. I wasn't as unhappy as I should have been With you. I gave up before I saw how easily I could have fought because I believed I was the trash you Loved me as. Trash like who? The people you know? Maybe I accepted that idea assuming It was right. Something stopped me from Rolling over dead. And, no way was it anything you May have said. But it was enough to make The right choice.

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cydniey - in that dream

Tue, 22 Aug 2006 19:55:51 +0000

In that dream I stayed and watched In that dream it all made sense Now it’s gone and the sun is bright Now it’s gone And I don’t get it Anymore You are circling around yourself Dancing in the bishops game Nothing that escapes can be traced There is no end or clear begin In the dream I understood In the dream I nodded my head Now its’ gone and your mask if melting Now it’s gone And I don’t know why It mattered Tearing at yourself like this Reaching out your dirt filled claws Taking any casualty When comes your redemption? In the dream I cared for her In the dream there was a cause Now it’s gone and I’m alone Now it’s gone

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cydniey - excuse me myth

Mon, 21 Aug 2006 22:06:21 +0000

just a poem i wrote and included in my book, "stop poking me lady", available at my homepage is

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cydniey - the bottom

Mon, 21 Aug 2006 21:40:00 +0000

this short piece is one of my favorites. it is from my book "stop poking me lady", available at my website is

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cydniey - clever

Mon, 21 Aug 2006 20:39:26 +0000

written after a drunken night at the bar about a girl with too many martinis in her. this piece is taken from my book "stop poking me lady", available at

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cydniey - dreams are not dreams

Mon, 21 Aug 2006 02:44:37 +0000

this longer piece was written one sleepless and paranoid night in my paper journal. i hope it plays better than it transcribed. this piece if from the book "stop poking me lady", available at my homepage is

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cydniey - distraction

Mon, 21 Aug 2006 02:11:50 +0000

this piece comes from observations other people have made about me. it is from the book "stop poking me lady", available at my homepage is

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cydniey - after all

Mon, 21 Aug 2006 01:15:09 +0000

one of the very few love poems i've ever written. presented mainly to offer range of styles. this piece is about my life partner, doc. when he and i first met i giggled all the time. and wrote silly love poetry. it is from my book "stop poking me lady", available at my homepage is

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cydniey - church in new orleans

Sun, 20 Aug 2006 23:45:55 +0000

written while at mardi gras, when strange circumstances landed me in a non-denominational church and i had an epiphany during the sermon. i took the communion or sacrament in unstoppable tears of joy. i jotted this poem in an alley during mardi gras in the french quarter.

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