Language is a Virus – Poetry Generator

October 14th, 2009

This is the third October in a row that I’ve found this randomly generated LiaV poem compelling enough to post.

Always for different reasons, reading meaning into what is nothingness. These are like horoscopes, you take away what you want to.

Enjoy.

Poetry Generator

All angry over the spirits

All angry under the bullshit
I cavort with dazzling spells among the clouds
Be aware! The sin was good
So sensuous within the fire
We sense luminous vapors before the fire
Awaken, awaken! The passion must continue

All angry over the spirits
You expel yellow flames among the ground
Heavy! The birth has died
translucent thirsty
across the water
empty hands
How many times
the foreigner
come singing
before help could come

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3 Responses to “Language is a Virus – Poetry Generator”

Stevo Darkly on October 14, 2009 3:23 pm
This is my favorite for today:

We are dank before the mist

Sinful and sexy on the ground
I lick big spells behind the sea
God! The demon is done
Sinful and vaporous about the flowers
You find sinning eggs below the spirits
Awaken! The fun will come again
We are dank before the mist
We stroke dark eruptions under the slime
Yo! The day is coming
translucent silent
at a crossroads
the next life waiting
After how many voyages
the refugee
turn aside
remembering old times
SuperBadGirl on October 14, 2009 3:58 pm
“We are dank before the mist” is a pretty kick-ass kind of phrase.
Stevo Darkly on October 19, 2009 6:33 pm
I’m partial to “stroking dark eruptions,” myself.

And the last several lines fall together amazingly well.