Because I'm a Poet - A Poetry Thread | |
octobersolstice User ID: 44481258 United States 08/07/2013 07:48 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Heard You Were Returning, J Quoting: ElectricKoolaid I have felt the angst of homelessness before Scared away from my addictions The pollen fresh upon my lips And waiting for a honeybee to carry me To a field of flowers yet to grow. Careful in the vortex of love, patterned Like a wide-striped shirt She could very easily consume me all So there it is, this inevitable wind That always sustained me. Waking up the same alone I fall asleep to There the songbirds have their falling out Paper cranes & sparrows With the words I still have yet to say & write That just might lead me to the light - Further on Into the tunneled dawn Where I can still see her smile Brightly coaxing me along. oh..."paper cranes and sparrows" yes, so delicate and able to carry any sorrows to the land where the light comes first to be dispersed in the rays of love recycled purified and readied to be painted on her smile painted in your heart all the while coaxing ini to continue to take part in the vortex in the swirl perhaps we start in the context of a deep sea world and all we really need is the finding our pearl... best of days to you my electrickoolaid friend. |
octobersolstice User ID: 44481258 United States 08/07/2013 07:51 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Man is not eternal. Eternal nature Quoting: Anonymous Coward 44055015 Weaves her web; man's stature Allows participation in her plan. Yet we know that every man Must someday die by nature's hand. He hardly understands. This is his lot: Nature lives forever, man does not. Man, not by nature eternal Weaves his webs, and plots infernal Designs, thwarting nature at every turn. He poisons the earth, and forests burn. The earth is sacred, but we never learn. Realize if you would profit from life's journey: Man's eternity is to be a part of eternity. really nice line, "man's eternity is to be part of eternity" amen. |
ElectricKoolaid (OP) User ID: 27383605 United States 08/07/2013 10:04 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | in the wooden man's clearing i sit Quoting: octobersolstice face to the east, face to the east the sun so bright through my eye lids rainbow orbs rest on my lashes taking their flights and flashes of real life fancy as i open mine eyes to see the light i'm supposed to do ? what with his wood give it away? burn it? stack it? build a house? turn it? jack it off and split it? spit on it? make coffins out of it? or maybe a fence? - sure line of defence unless the axes start swinging sooooo... i don't know what to do with his wood? should i leave it there to rot? carve initials in it? sand it down and plank it? stain it? let the rain and snow fall down on it? can i kick it? can i stick it...never mind... never mind...i shall simply do in kind i'll rhyme and let the wood pile do it's own thing there in the abandoned faerie ring where the magic once was held before our tree was finally felled. ZOMG. Seriously. Incredible. -- EK |
BxMac User ID: 18472095 United States 08/08/2013 04:37 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Tea tree shampoo and fish oil tablets Apple cider vinger and feet of rabbits I saw a blue bird in the Bronx this morning An unwitting victim of global warming Collodial silver and oil of oregano 71% pure Costa Rican dark cacao A white van parked on my steet at Noon Could see it through a crack in my tin foil room The blue bird sang a rusted clothesline pulley The van I'm certain held evil NSA bullies I can't find no remedies To save me from the GLPs |
octobersolstice User ID: 44481258 United States 08/08/2013 08:12 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | in the wooden man's clearing i sit Quoting: octobersolstice face to the east, face to the east the sun so bright through my eye lids rainbow orbs rest on my lashes taking their flights and flashes of real life fancy as i open mine eyes to see the light i'm supposed to do ? what with his wood give it away? burn it? stack it? build a house? turn it? jack it off and split it? spit on it? make coffins out of it? or maybe a fence? - sure line of defence unless the axes start swinging sooooo... i don't know what to do with his wood? should i leave it there to rot? carve initials in it? sand it down and plank it? stain it? let the rain and snow fall down on it? can i kick it? can i stick it...never mind... never mind...i shall simply do in kind i'll rhyme and let the wood pile do it's own thing there in the abandoned faerie ring where the magic once was held before our tree was finally felled. ZOMG. Seriously. Incredible. thank you so much EK... i needed to get that poem out and this thread just lets me do so...'tis a godsend i say... love to you this and every day. |
octobersolstice User ID: 44481258 United States 08/08/2013 08:17 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Tea tree shampoo and fish oil tablets Quoting: BxMac Apple cider vinger and feet of rabbits I saw a blue bird in the Bronx this morning An unwitting victim of global warming Collodial silver and oil of oregano 71% pure Costa Rican dark cacao A white van parked on my steet at Noon Could see it through a crack in my tin foil room The blue bird sang a rusted clothesline pulley The van I'm certain held evil NSA bullies I can't find no remedies To save me from the GLPs BxMac - this is so good. it's like exact. and oh no saving ini from the glps. here is hoping your day is safe and sweet and filled with the song your ears next need to hear. and oh, so weird, my son (12) and i were just talking about rabbits feet - i remember them being for sale on key chains? mostly artificial ones i guess, but of course based on the real real rabbits foot. and you reminded me that the tea tree shampoo needs reordering...and to swallow some ac vinegar and fish oil! (preferably not at the same time) ok - yes, have a great day. october. |
BxMac User ID: 18472095 United States 08/08/2013 11:36 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Lovely soul. You are indeed, Octubre. I too remember "lucky" rabbit feet keychains. As a kid, until I realized the feet were fake (sometimes they employed marketing magic and sold the feet with tiny paws and nubby nails to make them seem more authentic) I was always struck by the irony that the feet were considered "lucky." Certainly not for the rabbit and, I assumed, the remaining foot probably wouldn't do me much good as well. But what do you want for a buck ninty-nine, Lobster? Another thing we share is our sons. I have an 11-year-old boy (soon to be 12) and three girls ranging in age from 3 to 16. Great ages all and they absorb information - like pulling rabbits out of a hat - like emotive handiwipes. We're fortunate to be parents, Octubre, and they remain the measure of my dreams and love. Finally, thanks for the song wish. Immediately following my read of you Regina Spektor's, "Don't Leave Me (Ne Me Quitte Pas) came on. Lovely song (off the "What We Saw From the Cheap Seats" lp which isn't very good, but has my admiration for the title alone) and set the tone and tenor of the morning. Best to you and yours, friend. |
octobersolstice User ID: 44481258 United States 08/09/2013 07:55 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Lovely soul. You are indeed, Octubre. Quoting: BxMac I too remember "lucky" rabbit feet keychains. As a kid, until I realized the feet were fake (sometimes they employed marketing magic and sold the feet with tiny paws and nubby nails to make them seem more authentic) I was always struck by the irony that the feet were considered "lucky." Certainly not for the rabbit and, I assumed, the remaining foot probably wouldn't do me much good as well. But what do you want for a buck ninty-nine, Lobster? Another thing we share is our sons. I have an 11-year-old boy (soon to be 12) and three girls ranging in age from 3 to 16. Great ages all and they absorb information - like pulling rabbits out of a hat - like emotive handiwipes. We're fortunate to be parents, Octubre, and they remain the measure of my dreams and love. Finally, thanks for the song wish. Immediately following my read of you Regina Spektor's, "Don't Leave Me (Ne Me Quitte Pas) came on. Lovely song (off the "What We Saw From the Cheap Seats" lp which isn't very good, but has my admiration for the title alone) and set the tone and tenor of the morning. Best to you and yours, friend. and you, thanks for your words always. such a pleasure to read about your children - i agree, all great ages and we are fortunate to be trusted by them on this journey... haha - yes "what we saw from the cheap seats" is an excellent title! i mean,really, where else would we want to be? |
octobersolstice User ID: 44481258 United States 08/09/2013 08:04 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | oh the linear and the lateral that is how we all grow isn't it perfectly obvious now that we experience it such and so leaps and bounds w/in my heart i reached out in love right from the start may as well call it transformational art and let the pain just flow steady streams in anticipated dreams to love we learn to let go what better showing for my ears are knowing they perk and they prance seeking to be pulled to elevation's chance to pop and to peak up where the tears take their holy drink before washing our fears away hey courageous one, join me in the center dance further in and higher up we can go hold my hand, love, in the endless expanse we aren't meant to always go it alone |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 44239381 United States 08/09/2013 08:15 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Pull It June 20, 2013 at 10:53pm Our troops know it's a bullshit salute from a motherfucker in a business suit. White collar, blue tie - telling lies so that you and I... ...send our children to die On foreign shores, horror and gore, another war - yeah, they want more Blood and disease, in the mud on your knees, begging please... ...for government cheese .Given up on yourself, your children, their health, your rights for the pig's wealth Better get your shit together! Start bravin' the weather or forever be severed...... From liberty, from sovereignty - Government property enslaved by the poverty forced on us all by too big too fall banks run by bastards on a street named Wall. So, rise up and up-rise, a new sunrise awaits bluer skies when we open our eyes and see the lies We got the bastards on the run, they're done - why do you think they want your guns? Sellin' bullshit and smoke screens, castle of lies built with toothpicks and shoe strings. Like Larry Silverstein, let's "pull it." Watch it crumble down into it's own fuckin' footprint ~DancingSioux~ |
octobersolstice User ID: 44481258 United States 08/09/2013 08:20 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Pull It Quoting: Anonymous Coward 44239381 June 20, 2013 at 10:53pm Our troops know it's a bullshit salute from a motherfucker in a business suit. White collar, blue tie - telling lies so that you and I... ...send our children to die On foreign shores, horror and gore, another war - yeah, they want more Blood and disease, in the mud on your knees, begging please... ...for government cheese .Given up on yourself, your children, their health, your rights for the pig's wealth Better get your shit together! Start bravin' the weather or forever be severed...... From liberty, from sovereignty - Government property enslaved by the poverty forced on us all by too big too fall banks run by bastards on a street named Wall. So, rise up and up-rise, a new sunrise awaits bluer skies when we open our eyes and see the lies We got the bastards on the run, they're done - why do you think they want your guns? Sellin' bullshit and smoke screens, castle of lies built with toothpicks and shoe strings. Like Larry Silverstein, let's "pull it." Watch it crumble down into it's own fuckin' footprint ~DancingSioux~ excellent! |
Mr. Alvarez User ID: 43491922 United States 08/10/2013 06:01 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | An expression of the exposed, once more, freely given. Event Horizon. Brilliant strands pressing upon the null, to the periods of mass-reflections. Vast are the rings of the encroaching, illuminated thens', blooming thereafter. Night sky slithering, the serpent is shedding. Molting through a multitude of deserved states, splitting atoms. A possibility arose and then many fell away. Just say done, and be out, life is breaking away. Distant beaches yet for me to see no breakers... Oh how I am humble in all things. Drifting alone, there cast away. Unknown life, reaches surrounding, petty turmoils up then down. Endlessly bobbing on currents in a gale. Etched therein, a stamp bearing this. When our forebears were here, at this conscious buffer, with no faith in sentience. An inverse function of itself, an outward call quelled. Transcontinental, self-reproaching. Promote thyself. Waste away to find the rest in the best of days. Point taken; always furrowing, ever lasting, sent to find, across space and time, the twin that rhymes. Far-flung, pulsing self, polar one. There is always a point of overtaking, of an undertaking of our own. Tube cement of this one's out-takes. There is nothing but golden overflow here. Technics; one speech. There aren't any winners at differing speeds. Is that how it is? Reactionary? Is that how it is, walking amid stream? Supernova breaking, from this point forward. Splitting the atom at the well, we living constructs. Destroy it, what is inside; the attached mind. To have no society, set back quantumly in this place. All that we need and all that we are willing to part with, is yours and mine. Talk to me, the last link, I led and never was. Vast continuum, am I not deserving? As sunlight pours, over ever-green trees, I hear your voice calling across scorching white seas, championing everything. You must give of yourself. In that event, be the one thing. Hollowed out cores. Ziggurats; filaments burning. Wind born, white cinders burnt unto ashes as the hummingbird braves the storm. It always will be another's shame. And at best, loved this time, hence, kept a working list. Jason Alvarez, algae vines seeing with eyes billowing out temporally. Time-line became indelible, generations succumb to me. It first collides, someone is shamed, and someone is born. As hummingbird braves the storm, it's there shamed. It's there born. Realizing complexity. Last Edited by Mr. Alvarez on 08/11/2013 01:40 PM I relish in the thought and the sound, going down, in the forest. Antking |
octobersolstice User ID: 44481258 United States 08/12/2013 08:29 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | An expression of the exposed, once more, freely given. Event Horizon. Brilliant strands pressing upon the null, to the periods of mass-reflections. Vast are the rings of the encroaching, illuminated thens', blooming thereafter. Night sky slithering, the serpent is shedding. Molting through a multitude of deserved states, splitting atoms. Quoting: Mr. Alvarez A possibility arose and then many fell away. Just say done, and be out, life is breaking away. Distant beaches yet for me to see no breakers... Oh how I am humble in all things. Drifting alone, there cast away. Unknown life, reaches surrounding, petty turmoils up then down. Endlessly bobbing on currents in a gale. Etched therein, a stamp bearing this. When our forebears were here, at this conscious buffer, with no faith in sentience. An inverse function of itself, an outward call quelled. Transcontinental, self-reproaching. Promote thyself. Waste away to find the rest in the best of days. Point taken; always furrowing, ever lasting, sent to find, across space and time, the twin that rhymes. Far-flung, pulsing self, polar one. There is always a point of overtaking, of an undertaking of our own. Tube cement of this one's out-takes. There is nothing but golden overflow here. Technics; one speech. There aren't any winners at differing speeds. Is that how it is? Reactionary? Is that how it is, walking amid stream? Supernova breaking, from this point forward. Splitting the atom at the well, we living constructs. Destroy it, what is inside; the attached mind. To have no society, set back quantumly in this place. All that we need and all that we are willing to part with, is yours and mine. Talk to me, the last link, I led and never was. Vast continuum, am I not deserving? As sunlight pours, over ever-green trees, I hear your voice calling across scorching white seas, championing everything. You must give of yourself. In that event, be the one thing. Hollowed out cores. Ziggurats; filaments burning. Wind born, white cinders burnt unto ashes as the hummingbird braves the storm. It always will be another's shame. And at best, loved this time, hence, kept a working list. Jason Alvarez, algae vines seeing with eyes billowing out temporally. Time-line became indelible, generations succumb to me. It first collides, someone is shamed, and someone is born. As hummingbird braves the storm, it's there shamed. It's there born. Realizing complexity. who but the rose would even begin to know a language as so needed here? you are deserving, we must all be deserving, of an occasional link, my dear. in the quantum continuum we are white. and black holes for the chalice. flames may be twinned and then again maybe thinned into slices of diamond not meant for the careless. of heart. thus a working list may only return it's own owner right back to the very start. game over. begin again. listen to the sunlight as it pours. i must, and you must, and we will still part with the shames therein. strands entangled in the sea. oh brave hummingbird rest upon me when you find yourself zinging indelibly. complexity. so simple. the lines so warm... so says the bud in the rose colored storm. selah. |
Mr. Alvarez User ID: 43491922 United States 08/12/2013 12:14 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I can't recall where I posted this one. Hope you enjoy it. ---ERRRPPP--- Do you let it go to the winds or do you say it, knowing that someone's listening? And if you were to say it, what were they expecting? There is nothing but imperfection, an imperfect mode with self-reliance. Moments of conception, imagination and birth, and subsequent demises. Getting to know what you say and when to say it, and continue on your way. Speak freely and from the heart and for the moment. Got to own it and know it when you see it. Don't make believe. This one holding steadfast and true, if I cant say this to the herd then what can I say to you? This is me not abandoning all hope. This is me still riding high, a dope who saw something in the sky. Then fell to yoke, and became a joke. A gagged theme for the meme. Quench yourself on it and die. Main mode of transportation, pedular-modulation. I am the tone of it. I am that which you brace yourself against. Not so dense or obtuse that I can't speak with all of you too. I can learn from all of you, if you would but give me a moment. Spectacular ruination, documentation, see when I'm away I don't say this. Don't know why I said it, but with you,(inaudible), ... it felt like the right thing to do. This is unknowing. I relish in the thought and the sound, going down, in the forest. Antking |
ElectricKoolaid (OP) User ID: 27383605 United States 08/13/2013 09:33 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | When all our years turned to powder The fragrant sands fit neatly in the narrows The prayers of Earth in full collision Their deaths beneath the vibrant landscape swooned O, death, the irony of our escaping As if there was anywhere to make our run But we’ll be singing by the throat of God And panicked in the wanton song Because we fell before the festooned mass Laying out beyond the desert's grasp The smell of sage upon our lips And only us to designate the stars -- EK |
BxMac User ID: 18472095 United States 08/15/2013 01:47 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I found a job at haarp but I'm still waiting for the call Chemtrails and swine flu outside my shuttered door I'm feeling kind of sleepy but baby wants some more I'd like to walk down my hill and visit the supermercado To buy some votive candles and a mushy avocado I'd churn the flesh into a paste and give myself a facial And let it cake until I'm green in a botox face so glacial Baby says to have no fear and always wants some more She doesn't hear the clenched tooth growls of the dogs of war She'd rather stay in soft down bed and sail across the floor To the land of dreamy dreams where hope will always soar |
BxMac User ID: 18472095 United States 08/16/2013 06:20 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Repent, repent, the end, alas, is nigh Sackcloth and ash cassandras repeat the wail and cry Unclean, unclean, hide the wretched filthy thing A limpin' leper among us is oozing boils of sin Hark, hark, methinks I hear a dark steed approaching The evil in the heart of man will always need some coaxing Run, run, the bleak moor of bleached bones draws near Forget the lame, the poor, and sick, just pyramid the fear And yet they mouth the words written from the start Tripping toward Armageddon devoid of love or heart With flag decals and dogma anchoring their souls They trample over brothers to dance on burning coals |
octobersolstice User ID: 45084229 United States 08/16/2013 08:11 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Morning Doves are mourning such any early fall Quoting: BxMac I found a job at haarp but I'm still waiting for the call Chemtrails and swine flu outside my shuttered door I'm feeling kind of sleepy but baby wants some more I'd like to walk down my hill and visit the supermercado To buy some votive candles and a mushy avocado I'd churn the flesh into a paste and give myself a facial And let it cake until I'm green in a botox face so glacial Baby says to have no fear and always wants some more She doesn't hear the clenched tooth growls of the dogs of war She'd rather stay in soft down bed and sail across the floor To the land of dreamy dreams where hope will always soar baby says, "what are these dreams?"... and, "please sir, can i have some more." |
AnthonyAltern1 User ID: 45235357 Australia 08/16/2013 09:05 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Her World Poem A Poem from text to audio done with (PleaseRead program)given to me by Linda and I put music to it with Band in a Box. Sounds better than it looks... Play The Poem, Sam.! :) [link to www.soundclick.com] “Her World” lyrics by Recluse Writer Aug 2006 Her poems fill the world she lives in – Confined within rhymes, filled with tears Typing tentative tapestry roamings That she prays will allay all her fears Demons delight in her turmoil They fly off the pages of her mind The poet can naught but recoil As the pain comes back time after time But sometimes the rhymes bring back happier times And she thinks she can make it OK Hope blooms again on her soul’s tortured vine And the poet is able to say Life is a treasure with each daily measure With each beat of ev’ryone’s heart Open your spirit to life’s tune and hear its refrain Wisdom it can impart She lives a world within her poetry That covers her love’s darkest fears In the end that she’ll end all alone Still the poetess types through her tears Love everything, Feel everything, Question everything,,,..! |
BxMac User ID: 18472095 United States 08/16/2013 12:16 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Perfect, Octubre, changes will be made. Adds a little depth and takes us from the wading pool shallows to the corner with a silver ladder. Plus, I like it when baby calls me sir (although my laziness makes me more of a whip me, beat me, make me write bad checks type 'o cowboy). A fine edit and your input raises the stakes and opens another street to the story. As always, hope this finds you and yours well and happy, happy. |
BxMac User ID: 18472095 United States 08/16/2013 12:24 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | A wonderful union between you and Linda. I really liked the following: "Demons delight in her turmoil They fly off the pages of her mind The poet can naught but recoil As the pain comes back time after time" Nice visual writing and it reminded me of one of my favorite Dan songs, "Any Major Dude" with its line, "When the demon is at your door, in the morning it won't be there no more, any major dude will tell you, any major dude will tell you...." Hope you're still making music, Ant, and that you and Linda still work together from time to time. Very nice to meet you and, again, thanks for your post. All good things to you and Linda. |
octobersolstice User ID: 45084229 United States 08/17/2013 05:36 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Perfect, Octubre, changes will be made. Adds a little depth and takes us from the wading pool shallows to the corner with a silver ladder. Quoting: BxMac Plus, I like it when baby calls me sir (although my laziness makes me more of a whip me, beat me, make me write bad checks type 'o cowboy). A fine edit and your input raises the stakes and opens another street to the story. As always, hope this finds you and yours well and happy, happy. |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 30742855 United States 08/19/2013 08:42 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Too long 'tis now I've felt Cushioned in kitten's pelt How long, how, now to scoff 'til weathered coat comes off? Lynx, sphinx, serpent's ratfink Skinned, pinned, putrid stink Wafting around in frowns From clown-faced fake resounds Wheel's now squeaking, again Dreams dying, pleasing pen's Pages gemmed, germed, and termed To they who think absurd Words wove above abs'lute Sounds strung below a flute Fixed betwixt a feather Hearing fields of heather For calls from halls, come home To stalls show gone soon, grow Past care, pressing fare, comb Time sands 'til dawning show |
octobersolstice User ID: 45084229 United States 08/19/2013 02:39 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Too long 'tis now I've felt Quoting: Anonymous Coward 30742855 Cushioned in kitten's pelt How long, how, now to scoff 'til weathered coat comes off? Lynx, sphinx, serpent's ratfink Skinned, pinned, putrid stink Wafting around in frowns From clown-faced fake resounds Wheel's now squeaking, again Dreams dying, pleasing pen's Pages gemmed, germed, and termed To they who think absurd Words wove above abs'lute Sounds strung below a flute Fixed betwixt a feather Hearing fields of heather For calls from halls, come home To stalls show gone soon, grow Past care, pressing fare, comb Time sands 'til dawning show no doubt. |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 30742855 United States 08/20/2013 09:36 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The Queen of Winter Scorpion splinter Pinching echoes from the call The Prosecutor A leering brooder Lurking, waiting for a fall The Trine'd Mirror Hanging not nearer Beckoning, asking, stand tall First harvest window Whisper, crescendo, Waters wafting where with all A stage be set Crossroads we met Together, near and far One day say, Lift dismay Be still, who you are I know You go Above the bar Show Me The scars Bleeding Needing Stitches to mar Shadow hunt Litter runt Now lurking afar Hacking mirrors Sharpening shears Serpent scythe nightly feel Fluxing again when Fixed phase for a friend Faced surreal, no deal to seal Witness to a time Reader of a rhyme Piece of heart, taken for meal Gavel ground found Rest left to pound Per chance, glance beguiles Only shadow, eye Inside hollow lie Doors, infinity aisles Tread on and smile If only a while Give or take a hundred miles Old day upon set New dawn renew fret New trial been set not met Scales burdened, tared Not, summer fares Fixed 'til thirty-four air Passed laughter Met after Advisor, jester, Judge, or Mirror Never budge Break Through The bars The stars With you Wake Forsake Foresight Descry tonight Solitude Bittersweet Tilted mood, 'til meet We upon brink, Once, time we think Known before moment shore Shed away by tide Shared trust to confide In sands of time, tards, we ride Into the hollows Where shadow follows Grateful mirrored pain in gallows Ripping seasons' seams Crushing horrors' dreams Taking part of you it seems Or so it's been When whom knows when Comes back again, ascend Through never Forever Fading fate clever Ever Maybe Together We'll Be We'll see Something Times three Followed by me It keeps Always Wanting to be Too early Too squirrelly For all gates pearly More four to go More friends to show The one who's meant to be An hour to go More wisdom to grow 'til 'quarian tide void, free Upon stage that's set In visions to be met Gifts beget what there's to see How could I believe Beyond blight to grieve For a fairer morn, be torn In truth, in love, in Doubt, a shroud linen In million facets adorn A shattered specter Of desire, perfecter A shelter to build new Corn Moon for next cycle Bled heart recycle Ever the faults, never mourn Make your own morn' Shielding the scorn To each, one's reward sworn In part, deux, Where's the mew Who told you, the pew To sit Ferret The fool, forget It Now Or then Does Not Matter Hatter Was sought After because Before was Not yet 'cause I'm not done with buzz Birthed bathing in Blood of soul's sin Seething for pain, begin The torment taught through The hollow void that's you Find faith an apparition Fleeced fate condition Repeat rendition Reaching nowhere care within Withering ways Dissolving days Draining life, dissolution Of the self Here to help Shy consternation Hiding Biding For dreams, it seems Of When After Before Became Again, a dream So it seems 'tis a shame Or bore? Who's to know Forever Or more? Another Query there Oh well, Not gonna share Anymore, fare You well |
ElectricKoolaid (OP) User ID: 27383605 United States 08/20/2013 10:04 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | In the sandy plush whispers of the dawn The moonlight’s visit ended, falling weak upon the day And stars began their hiding from the Earth Falling back into darkness. Eastern winds, the golden spired palace O’er the mountains the whistles whipped and climbed Handing over their cacophony of light Into the eyeline of the world its magic grew Briefly calm and puzzling The sound of summer’s end fell late upon us all. -- EK |
octobersolstice User ID: 45084229 United States 08/21/2013 08:56 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | now a septuagenarian seven times ten begin again one two who are you magically there is a three mid-way is four do you want more with the ring of five and six merry lovers in the mix back to seven never too late to walk toward eternity's eight so be it nine , 2124, you'll be fine just fine now that you are a septuagenarian happy birthday to you Last Edited by octobersolstice on 08/21/2013 10:55 AM |
BxMac User ID: 18472095 United States 08/21/2013 07:18 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Phobe Snow lived a life of poetry, man I saw her play with Steely Dan She sang so sweet and so unsure Exposed a heart so big and pure When her daughter died it left a hole The time without her took a toll She had waited until her time had come One last song and then was done |
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