Challenge 84 - aesthetic

k.s.e. · 03-15-2005, 12:12 AM

1 a : of, relating to, or dealing with aesthetics or the beautiful <aesthetic theories> b : ARTISTIC c : pleasing in appearance : ATTRACTIVE

2 : appreciative of, responsive to, or zealous about the beautiful; also : responsive to or appreciative of what is pleasurable to the senses

till the 20.

d0ped0g · 03-15-2005, 04:05 AM

zOMG first spot

RunAmokRampant · 03-15-2005, 04:12 AM

In the Place of A Shepherd

Word goes around that the deed has been exchanged
One bloody hand prying it from one so rigid
From the cold of rigor mortis to something worse
Our fate seems firmly sealed
Choice is now to his discretion
To the rest of us we see
In the place of a shepherd
Is another wolf disguised jackal

We're all tied to the same old rope
Tethered to a weathered statue
That's reaching for the heavens
Up high there's a carved inscription
But it's too far to see
Not one could make out the words

The rope is endless
And still, we're bound
It doesn't give us
The full flight of freedom

Occasionally we're let loose just to be caught again
Only for the amusement of some
But we were all given the little taste
Of what we so desperately strive for
Temptation we can't resist
And the aftertaste wells up again
Now we have come more persistent in trying

Then one day the statue came crashing down
The aesthetics buried underneath
And the sculpture of our master
Inevitably met the dust
And finally...
We could read the words

"For all eternity you shall bow,
Shall always look up,
To the statue of your master,
Now face the dirt; bow down"

Oh the irony

pixiesfanyo · 03-15-2005, 06:09 AM

Sapor Fructus

How art thou fallen from heaven
O morning star, son of the dawn
How you have fallen from heaven
The father struck by his fawn

She took us carelessly to be tried
Bent our legs back until we cried
Names cut the air; where they bleed
All of the sightless and emptied
Dart through the barrens on their knees
Through the wool of these sins she teased

Pressed our lips to the secluded signs
Aesthetic and full of grace
Star-studded wings pinched the sky
This embryo will soon erase

Clench our teeth, like it's our first time
Excrete rapture like it's a crime
Cough up fervor into the tide
This copulation will soon divide
Filed your teeth along my thighs
Stomached the taste until sunrise

We're lapsed out
She's forgotten
Blank stares
Still caught in

This reel.

Bigbadbob · 03-15-2005, 11:15 AM

An imagination of undertaking

Beyond the point
Where flesh meets flesh
Atomistic boundaries wavier

Cajoled by the aesthetic
A judgment of taste
An imagination of undertaking

Reposed in the tenure of angelic embrace
Soft hands…warm skin…intoxicating taste
Headwaters consume in demurs retreat
Assuring smile…blends…fragrance replete

This one is a dreamer
With no conscience to compete
The asking is the taking

Excuses played universal
A lesser road through experience
To travel this beauty for always

From the source, an infinite perspective of life
soothing voice… pleasingly lithe…the bluest eyes
Safe in knowing no ending can diminish
Gentle soul…lover…..giver of life

Bend to the wind
Ascribed notion of fate
This recast is complete

A_Perfect_Sonnet · 03-15-2005, 12:46 PM

Art Is Love

It was so clear once I came up for air,
I saw the asthetics fade.
The imperfection of a facade,
The decadance of her beauty.
I saw the way she sealed herself off in artistry,
And how she screamed for breath,
But my eyes stayed dry.
After she had collapsed I left a rose behind,
For a most romantic ending.

Oh, how she defiled grace so well,
It showed in the pallor of her skin.
Misery's claws tore into her chest,
And strangled what was left.

But when shone under sunlight,
The grays turned to Belle's tints.
Vibrant reds layed over blue,
Swirling to violet.
Her face took to suffocation so well.

Corupt2057 · 03-15-2005, 01:45 PM

Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder

Have we been swayed by the depictions of normality?
entrusted our discretion of opinion.. with mediocrity?

As different as we all seem to be,
why do the masses all prefer,
the consistant portrayal of beauty..?
Denoting all else as the lack there of..

What's appealing to you?

Denounce these skeptical aesthetics,
True beauty only lies in your admiration.
Break away from the practical ascetics,
Become unwonted, flaunt your aberration!

Feign by the labels for a moment.
Explore the esoteric desires of obscurity,
be so obsequious your skin crawls,
sedulously devote yourself in their security.

Was that appealing to you?

In all it's forms it can..
captivate and terrify, ennui or mystify.
An ugly rose gripped by a lovely rotting corpse.
On a shimmering night of an elliptic year.
It's all depicted from the eye of the beholder..

Beauty is indefinite for lack of adequate illumination

That was beautiful.. wasn't it?
Now what do you really think..

Necroses-bass · 03-15-2005, 03:41 PM

Deconstruction · 03-15-2005, 05:29 PM

I think i will reserve myself a spot.

APartOfMeGetsSore · 03-16-2005, 02:37 PM

Wishing Well

With my come to bed eyes
I'll rip you to shreds
Don't disturb the beast inside
My valentine, sweet valentine
Poisonous sleeping aesthetic beauty
Lying beside you, listening
To you breathe, your last breath
My valentine, precious valentine

I wish

I scream out your name
But you'll never hear
All you hear are the lies
My valentine, I wish
You'll lure me in again
And use me and discard
And I've fallen for your lies
Precious valentine, I wish

I wish so much

I dream about it at night
But it's already happening
And it makes me feel so cheap
My valentine, I wish
And you lead me on
Like the dog you are
A star with no heart
Precious valentine, I wish

I wish so much

Sleep tight tonight
As you don't even think of me
I'd give it all for just one taste
I sleep alone tonight

And I wish for so much more

03-16-2005, 08:32 PM

Guilty Pleasure

Starin down that face
That stares back at you
Cold is the case
And the cause out of view

Lookin in that mirror
With that unaffordable thought
You felt that fear
But shouldn’t have fought

*chorus
-Aesthetic-Cosmetic-Kinetic-Pathetic
You didn’t even steal
Your stolen treasure
-Mimic-Cynic-Clinic-Makes me sick
You don’t feel guilt
For you guilty pleasure

reflection from the sea
Vanity your last hope
Guilty your plea
Your hands tied by rope

Gazing at yourself
Narsisic in belief
Comic in wealth
Pride stolen by your thief

*chorus

Blind to the sins
Beauty in the eyes
The judgment begins
The judge enters, all rise

jurialmunkey · 03-16-2005, 09:22 PM

Aesthetically compressed by her vitrues alone.
Magnetically depressed by this listless affection.
Drowning and flailing, its sink or swim.
The glare from the sun in her eyes.

or something else goes here I suppose...
...maybe

***DFelon204409*** · 03-17-2005, 12:38 AM

Somebody force me to do t his one please.

LostCosmonaut · 03-17-2005, 12:34 PM

A Night Sky Introspective

We breathe in paper bags
We walk through Stratosphere.
Beneath the real turned surreal
lie our sleeping fears.
We see the world through periscope.
As on crystal cold nights,
our ragged breath ascends the stairs
to sit among the bright lights.

Our analog's in time,
yet time just fades to dust.
Our rules remain Darwinian
And we do what we must.
We shake our head, but not our eyes.
Like a.m. yelling screams,
we'll fill our plaster with the cracks
of our forgotten dreams.

And I've climbed the tow lines of your upward gaze.
And I've found my footing and it's just enough for me to judge you.
And I've gained my wisdom from these screaming days.
Watching you attempt escape from this entropy I've been through.

...Our ship has travelled most of this night.
Under gray, city-glow seas,
we sail past the place where
beacons burn.
~

LostCosmonaut · 03-17-2005, 12:41 PM

Those lyrics (Night sky introspective) are from the band i'm in, Lost Cosmonaut. We play indie/ambient/proto-punk music. Check us out, if you dare! www.purevolume.com/1lostcosmonaut

CSD & the Soul Machines · 03-17-2005, 01:39 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by LostCosmonaut

Those lyrics (Night sky introspective) are from the band i'm in, Lost Cosmonaut. We play indie/ambient/proto-punk music. Check us out, if you dare! www.purevolume.com/1lostcosmonaut

Die

A_Perfect_Sonnet · 03-17-2005, 02:07 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Mighty Morphin Power Ranger

Die

Seconded, you're awful, and didn't even use the challenge word.

Corupt2057 · 03-17-2005, 03:18 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Mighty Morphin Power Ranger

Die

lmao

<3<3<3 · 03-19-2005, 10:54 AM

Fat guy meets light.

In a small room, there lies a husky man
Staring at the wall with a flower in his hand.
The room's so dark, so he can't quite see,
and when the sun won't rise, the birds won't sing.

This poor man is very, very sad
nothing in life, is all he ever had
Sitting in home all day, he gets a pale complection
What a poor man, with no love, no aesthetic perception.

Perhaps one day, he'll find the special visitor
and the golden orb will finally fly.

Perhaps one day, he'll find the special visitor
and the night will finally die.

Oh, not for this man, not in this life.
The sun won't rise, and art won't survive.
This world is forever black,
nothing will ever get the sun coming back.

So it's head first to heaven.

In a small room there lies a husky man
starting at the wall, with a rope in his hand
the rooms so dark, so he can't quite see,
But this night's the night, when he'll finally be free.

(not done maybe?)

ATC · 03-20-2005, 12:48 PM

THESE EYES WERENT MADE FOR SIGHT

There's a snow-cloud on the horizons
and it rains heavy on the azaleas
that mark the border between dark and darker still.
There's a whole world below the flowerbeds
that strange as Earth to me
and I hope I'm not jaded by sundown.

There's never any other glare in my eyes
Are these, my eyes made for sight?
If you were to ever catch a lonely sunbeam,
It's still such a beautiful world
But these eyes just werent made for sight.

There're secrets that are carried on clotheslines
hanging out among the melting breeze
that mark the border between light and lighter still.
There's the hopes that turn to water that make the tide
Someone draw a picture moon and hope
that I'm not jaded by sunset.

Aesthetics from a place in time
shade all I've ever seen.

03-15-2005, 12:12 AM	#1
k.s.e. A Penguin in the Desert Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Ventura, CA Posts: 732	Challenge 84 - aesthetic 1 a : of, relating to, or dealing with aesthetics or the beautiful <aesthetic theories> b : ARTISTIC c : pleasing in appearance : ATTRACTIVE 2 : appreciative of, responsive to, or zealous about the beautiful; also : responsive to or appreciative of what is pleasurable to the senses till the 20. Last edited by k.s.e.; 03-15-2005 at 12:16 AM.

03-15-2005, 04:12 AM	#3
RunAmokRampant Planeteer 4 life Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: Melbourne, Australia Posts: 4,463	In the Place of A Shepherd Word goes around that the deed has been exchanged One bloody hand prying it from one so rigid From the cold of rigor mortis to something worse Our fate seems firmly sealed Choice is now to his discretion To the rest of us we see In the place of a shepherd Is another wolf disguised jackal We're all tied to the same old rope Tethered to a weathered statue That's reaching for the heavens Up high there's a carved inscription But it's too far to see Not one could make out the words The rope is endless And still, we're bound It doesn't give us The full flight of freedom Occasionally we're let loose just to be caught again Only for the amusement of some But we were all given the little taste Of what we so desperately strive for Temptation we can't resist And the aftertaste wells up again Now we have come more persistent in trying Then one day the statue came crashing down The aesthetics buried underneath And the sculpture of our master Inevitably met the dust And finally... We could read the words "For all eternity you shall bow, Shall always look up, To the statue of your master, Now face the dirt; bow down" Oh the irony Last edited by RunAmokRampant; 03-21-2005 at 12:54 AM.
	Digging: Daitro - Y

03-15-2005, 06:09 AM	#4
pixiesfanyo huffing & puffing Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: idyllwild, ca Posts: 17,787	Sapor Fructus How art thou fallen from heaven O morning star, son of the dawn How you have fallen from heaven The father struck by his fawn She took us carelessly to be tried Bent our legs back until we cried Names cut the air; where they bleed All of the sightless and emptied Dart through the barrens on their knees Through the wool of these sins she teased Pressed our lips to the secluded signs Aesthetic and full of grace Star-studded wings pinched the sky This embryo will soon erase Clench our teeth, like it's our first time Excrete rapture like it's a crime Cough up fervor into the tide This copulation will soon divide Filed your teeth along my thighs Stomached the taste until sunrise We're lapsed out She's forgotten Blank stares Still caught in This reel. Last edited by pixiesfanyo; 03-21-2005 at 07:17 PM.
	Digging: Do Make Say Think - Other Truths

03-15-2005, 11:15 AM	#5
Bigbadbob Lacks Originality Join Date: Jun 2001 Location: Portland, Or Posts: 1,356	An imagination of undertaking Beyond the point Where flesh meets flesh Atomistic boundaries wavier Cajoled by the aesthetic A judgment of taste An imagination of undertaking Reposed in the tenure of angelic embrace Soft hands…warm skin…intoxicating taste Headwaters consume in demurs retreat Assuring smile…blends…fragrance replete This one is a dreamer With no conscience to compete The asking is the taking Excuses played universal A lesser road through experience To travel this beauty for always From the source, an infinite perspective of life soothing voice… pleasingly lithe…the bluest eyes Safe in knowing no ending can diminish Gentle soul…lover…..giver of life Bend to the wind Ascribed notion of fate This recast is complete Last edited by Bigbadbob; 03-17-2005 at 12:26 PM.

03-15-2005, 12:46 PM	#6
A_Perfect_Sonnet Greyskull Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: Winchester, VA Posts: 4,039	Art Is Love It was so clear once I came up for air, I saw the asthetics fade. The imperfection of a facade, The decadance of her beauty. I saw the way she sealed herself off in artistry, And how she screamed for breath, But my eyes stayed dry. After she had collapsed I left a rose behind, For a most romantic ending. Oh, how she defiled grace so well, It showed in the pallor of her skin. Misery's claws tore into her chest, And strangled what was left. But when shone under sunlight, The grays turned to Belle's tints. Vibrant reds layed over blue, Swirling to violet. Her face took to suffocation so well. Last edited by A_Perfect_Sonnet; 03-18-2005 at 11:25 PM.

03-15-2005, 04:05 AM	#2
d0ped0g RRRRAAAAWWWWRRRR!!!!! Join Date: Mar 2003 Location: New Zealand Posts: 1,862	zOMG first spot

03-15-2005, 01:45 PM	#7
Corupt2057 Registered User Join Date: Aug 2004 Posts: 932	Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder Have we been swayed by the depictions of normality? entrusted our discretion of opinion.. with mediocrity? As different as we all seem to be, why do the masses all prefer, the consistant portrayal of beauty..? Denoting all else as the lack there of.. What's appealing to you? Denounce these skeptical aesthetics, True beauty only lies in your admiration. Break away from the practical ascetics, Become unwonted, flaunt your aberration! Feign by the labels for a moment. Explore the esoteric desires of obscurity, be so obsequious your skin crawls, sedulously devote yourself in their security. Was that appealing to you? In all it's forms it can.. captivate and terrify, ennui or mystify. An ugly rose gripped by a lovely rotting corpse. On a shimmering night of an elliptic year. It's all depicted from the eye of the beholder.. Beauty is indefinite for lack of adequate illumination That was beautiful.. wasn't it? Now what do you really think.. Last edited by Corupt2057; 03-16-2005 at 08:48 PM.

03-15-2005, 03:41 PM	#8
Necroses-bass Registered User Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: Fleet, Hampshire, UK Posts: 134	...

03-15-2005, 05:29 PM	#9
Deconstruction Good/Bad ImTheGuyWith Gun Join Date: Feb 2005 Posts: 3,593	I think i will reserve myself a spot.

03-16-2005, 02:37 PM	#10
APartOfMeGetsSore Yes I'm a Newb! Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: Dublin, Ireland Posts: 6	Wishing Well With my come to bed eyes I'll rip you to shreds Don't disturb the beast inside My valentine, sweet valentine Poisonous sleeping aesthetic beauty Lying beside you, listening To you breathe, your last breath My valentine, precious valentine I wish I scream out your name But you'll never hear All you hear are the lies My valentine, I wish You'll lure me in again And use me and discard And I've fallen for your lies Precious valentine, I wish I wish so much I dream about it at night But it's already happening And it makes me feel so cheap My valentine, I wish And you lead me on Like the dog you are A star with no heart Precious valentine, I wish I wish so much Sleep tight tonight As you don't even think of me I'd give it all for just one taste I sleep alone tonight And I wish for so much more

03-16-2005, 08:32 PM	#11
Rushfan2112 Guest Posts: n/a	Guilty Pleasure Starin down that face That stares back at you Cold is the case And the cause out of view Lookin in that mirror With that unaffordable thought You felt that fear But shouldn’t have fought chorus -Aesthetic-Cosmetic-Kinetic-Pathetic You didn’t even steal Your stolen treasure -Mimic-Cynic-Clinic-Makes me sick You don’t feel guilt For you guilty pleasure reflection from the sea Vanity your last hope Guilty your plea Your hands tied by rope Gazing at yourself Narsisic in belief Comic in wealth Pride stolen by your thief chorus Blind to the sins Beauty in the eyes The judgment begins The judge enters, all rise Last edited by Rushfan2112; 03-19-2005 at 11:15 AM. Reason: There ya go!

03-16-2005, 09:22 PM	#12
jurialmunkey You Need Sunshine, Vitamin... S&amp;L Mx Sarcasm Princess. Look-out, I bite... Or does that turn you on? Join Date: Jun 2001 Location: Inside a Bi-Polar Bear Posts: 2,131	Aesthetically compressed by her vitrues alone. Magnetically depressed by this listless affection. Drowning and flailing, its sink or swim. The glare from the sun in her eyes. or something else goes here I suppose... ...maybe

03-17-2005, 12:38 AM	#13
*DFelon204409* i want tha gold Supermod Join Date: Sep 2001 Location: San Francisco Posts: 14,905	Somebody force me to do t his one please.
	Digging: Dead to Me - African Elephants

03-17-2005, 12:34 PM	#14
LostCosmonaut just my body and me Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: In security . Posts: 28	"A Night Sky Introspective" A Night Sky Introspective We breathe in paper bags We walk through Stratosphere. Beneath the real turned surreal lie our sleeping fears. We see the world through periscope. As on crystal cold nights, our ragged breath ascends the stairs to sit among the bright lights. Our analog's in time, yet time just fades to dust. Our rules remain Darwinian And we do what we must. We shake our head, but not our eyes. Like a.m. yelling screams, we'll fill our plaster with the cracks of our forgotten dreams. And I've climbed the tow lines of your upward gaze. And I've found my footing and it's just enough for me to judge you. And I've gained my wisdom from these screaming days. Watching you attempt escape from this entropy I've been through. ...Our ship has travelled most of this night. Under gray, city-glow seas, we sail past the place where beacons burn. ~

03-17-2005, 12:41 PM	#15
LostCosmonaut just my body and me Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: In security . Posts: 28	Those lyrics (Night sky introspective) are from the band i'm in, Lost Cosmonaut. We play indie/ambient/proto-punk music. Check us out, if you dare! www.purevolume.com/1lostcosmonaut

03-19-2005, 10:54 AM	#19
<3<3<3 Fa de rol de la do Join Date: Jun 2002 Location: Moose Posts: 2,686	Fat guy meets light. In a small room, there lies a husky man Staring at the wall with a flower in his hand. The room's so dark, so he can't quite see, and when the sun won't rise, the birds won't sing. This poor man is very, very sad nothing in life, is all he ever had Sitting in home all day, he gets a pale complection What a poor man, with no love, no aesthetic perception. Perhaps one day, he'll find the special visitor and the golden orb will finally fly. Perhaps one day, he'll find the special visitor and the night will finally die. Oh, not for this man, not in this life. The sun won't rise, and art won't survive. This world is forever black, nothing will ever get the sun coming back. So it's head first to heaven. In a small room there lies a husky man starting at the wall, with a rope in his hand the rooms so dark, so he can't quite see, But this night's the night, when he'll finally be free. (not done maybe?)

03-20-2005, 12:48 PM	#20
ATC Thru leaves,over bridges Join Date: Aug 2003 Location: Vancouver, BC Posts: 6,746	THESE EYES WERENT MADE FOR SIGHT There's a snow-cloud on the horizons and it rains heavy on the azaleas that mark the border between dark and darker still. There's a whole world below the flowerbeds that strange as Earth to me and I hope I'm not jaded by sundown. There's never any other glare in my eyes Are these, my eyes made for sight? If you were to ever catch a lonely sunbeam, It's still such a beautiful world But these eyes just werent made for sight. There're secrets that are carried on clotheslines hanging out among the melting breeze that mark the border between light and lighter still. There's the hopes that turn to water that make the tide Someone draw a picture moon and hope that I'm not jaded by sunset. Aesthetics from a place in time shade all I've ever seen.

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