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siteless User ID: 1402032 Australia 05/31/2011 06:46 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | [link to www.youtube.com] I imagine the cavernous echoes, pre dawn, sharp and crisp; your shadows and voice, part of the cave. And the sounds travel forever across the frosts of morning; birds sing over them and they rise on mists over water against the blue sky of morning, beneath the wings of small polite birds. |
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siteless User ID: 1414975 Australia 06/05/2011 09:44 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | A year n a bit of slow cooking of drowning over the otherside of sunshine, a year of reflection, deflection, absence and application. A year of forgetting gathered jonquils, letting go, starting a new, loving it. [link to www.youtube.com] |
siteless User ID: 1425856 Australia 06/13/2011 02:51 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | drums beat lullifyed calm with pattered shishing; orchestrated white noise melodic concerto missing water colours rising upon silvery rainy streets, gun metal alleyways steel step pianos sweet foaming storm water cyclones, rush over curbs n drain, funnelled vases twinkling cradle brittle twigs away all the while sunshine soaks the rooves above; steaming breath of warmth drying, undying face of love foot falls catch fresh droplets channelled past ankle and a lace; cooling rush hours heat capture of childhoods trace each clouded moment adding depth within this soup; every murky muddy puddle designed by tire and troop fleeting pigeons wheal n dive from stoop to sills spikerakes; bars, warding off airs reflection flocks of eyes, they seem to make. onward drifts that which was onward to pond n stream; oily rainbow masterpiece shady Rembrandt of far off dreams :siteless [link to www.youtube.com] |
siteless User ID: 1425856 Australia 06/14/2011 06:54 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Fern, you can't, you cannot yank up the moon and not pull up the oceans; their green waters folding fierce, fierce as the calamity of river stones; ones of green clarity these ones smooth, cool, trinket like, fashioned to a hook…. The first chapter of your book; She was from Odessa, Vanessa, That river girl. [link to www.youtube.com] |
siteless User ID: 1425856 Australia 06/16/2011 05:41 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | in the style of Poe and Shakys lovechild How I abhor the treacherous wintry night’s cold moors. Blanketed moors, stealthy wicked moors, rue unto you! Through spring we loved, we laid in thick heath’s secrets picking posies. True shy eyes, flowers thou hast placed in my hair. Sweet smell abate, o Sweet Myrtle, Bay Laurel, your skin bathed in drunkening allure. How we played innocent, almost babes finding new worlds in each close breath. Amidst Harlock like water fly we danced lavolta merrily to grasshopper’s chirps, while afternoon's hushed dim. Our writ, hand in hand loves gilding light, to my door, each night. My kind sir bid me farewell. Plant sweet lips to my hand, tarry not your call again this day tomorrow at wan skies. This burning flutter within my breast keeps me wakeful, for your cheered voice and kind eyes at stairs landing. We blushed like God himself touched across our cheeks. Faint did our resistance sway, steadfast we would have been. But for Venus, her sweet songs and Cupids immortal elixer we could have been! We hid within those secret spring moors, Certain we would wed, our souls we promised last eternity! A dream! A dream! This our portrait in blood, in flesh! Our bane! Pure love doth wane with woe. Our unborn gathers posies with I, to ward off evil black that comes unto our sufferance! These sweet posies, beloved flowers in our hair, they seemeth unto us unfair, with nay offers of protection. Marked upon your door an X! Burn my heart my soul burn me! With your darkened departing pyre, take us with you unwed! I shall not scream my want be dead! I have cursed those moors and swooned loves bitter grief our promises laid to bare, denied! Denied our love! Thus, this wintry night I lay atop cold heath. I await your hand, Ardent spirit, I beseech my love abides ne'er trite. I follow you to eternity’s night! : Touché Armada/siteless [link to www.youtube.com] |
siteless User ID: 1425856 Australia 06/16/2011 06:22 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | [link to www.youtube.com] How Gentle: how gentle are we rising easy as eyes in sockets turning intimate the hardness: jaw upon jaw, forehead warm upon forehead kisses quick as breaths, without volition Love: I am luminous careless as love's breathing fluorescent glowing the fine warm veins and bones your weight, the sky lowered suddenly I am loved: a message clanging of a bell in silence you are quickened with surprise our horizons surrender to walls Are we wearing out our skins' defenses? -- turning to silk, texture of flashy airy surfaces scant as breaths? I am loved: the noon slides gently suddenly upon us to wake us ~ Joyce Carol Oates [link to www.youtube.com] |
siteless User ID: 1425856 Australia 06/17/2011 09:44 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | [link to www.youtube.com] Poetry, a personal affirmation, strength weakness light in darkness as pitch as coal; a dark mine of helplessness. A cliché Poetry, a kindness to self for a lack of understanding a personal moment. An opening of gently cupped hands setting free shimmering sparkles of sweat; butterfly wing dusts. Silent chants to distant stars dangling silver coins, spinning fairy prints an air of hearts lost, listening for an echo, within midnight gardens twilight. :siteless |
siteless User ID: 1425856 Australia 06/21/2011 08:12 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | [link to www.youtube.com] In the inky forest, in its maziest, murkiest scribble of words and wordless cries, I went for a glimpse of the blossomlike white erasure over a huge, furiously crossed-out something. :Charles Simic |
siteless User ID: 1439235 Australia 06/23/2011 10:12 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | [link to www.youtube.com] ~~a durable fire ~~~~~In the mind ever burning; Never sick, never old, never dead, ~~~From itself never turning. —From “ Pilgrim to Pilgrim,” by Sir Walter Ralegh |
siteless User ID: 1439235 Australia 06/27/2011 05:47 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | “I'd say that what we hear is the quality of our listening.” :Robert Fripp [link to www.youtube.com] |
siteless User ID: 1439235 Australia 06/27/2011 08:58 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Deep in the Stillness :Amrita Bharati He threw me away like a clod of earth. He didn't know I was a thing with a soul. He didn't know I was alive. He kept on throwing me like a clod of earth out of his way - onto that neglected path that happened to be mine. And so I kept travelling along my own way. Each time some fragment broke off - some infatuation, some addiction to happiness, some earthly hope, some dream squandered on man. Each time some fragment of my being would break off. And now it was my turn. The world was already left behind - like a desert in a sandstorm, like an ocean in a hurricane, like a desolate city. Man, step by step descending, was already left behind. And now it was my turn. Standing on the last patch of earth I gathered myself into a whole thing and hurled myself into the stillness. This was my silence - pervasive and expansive. Now the world was either a dream or a sea-flower imagined at the end of the ocean. Deep in the stillness. Only the sound of my footsteps. [link to www.youtube.com] |
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Nrg User ID: 498050 United States 08/12/2011 11:24 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | love I get so lost, sometimes days pass and this emptiness fills my heart when I want to run away I drive off in my car but whichever way I go I come back to the place you are all my instincts, they return and the grand facade, so soon will burn without a noise, without my pride I reach out from the inside in your eyes the light the heat in your eyes I am complete in your eyes I see the doorway to a thousand churches in your eyes the resolution of all the fruitless searches in your eyes I see the light and the heat in your eyes oh, I want to be that complete I want to touch the light the heat I see in your eyes love, I don't like to see so much pain so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away I get so tired of working so hard for our survival I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive and all my instincts, they return and the grand facade, so soon will burn without a noise, without my pride I reach out from the inside in your eyes the light the heat in your eyes I am complete in your eyes I see the doorway to a thousand churches in your eyes the resolution of all the fruitless searches in your eyes I see the light and the heat in your eyes oh, I want to be that complete I want to touch the light, the heat I see in your eyes in your eyes in your eyes in your eyes in your eyes in your eyes in your eyes |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 7867515 Australia 12/31/2011 06:54 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | and some days the turning of hands front to back is essential for the neo-noir parental examination aimed towards a lapse of logic like a stream flowing into new digets caressing December with a hope beyond needs or trust that we'll remember warmth sought in June, in January. And she might out her icy lovers to then pool them in her dreams, summers relief beyond noon. |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 8054852 Australia 01/02/2012 12:02 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Strange Nightlight you could have been my someday but i seem a yesterday too far in the past to find tomorrow between the sheets of time (inferring that waking up in new daylight is a misanthrope's nightmare) whisper in my ear; maybe i'll love you tonight--- for a moment but i'll kiss you goodbye before the sun rises and you will rise alone a promissory note on your pillow unfinished. :Jacobeen |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 28331063 Australia 11/23/2012 08:00 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | ONE ONE ONE The lamps are different. But the Light is the same. So many garish lamps in the dying brain's lamp shop, Forget about them. Concentrate on essence, concentrate on Light. In lucid bliss, calmly smoking off its own hold fire, The Light streams toward you from all things, All people, all possible permutations of good, evil, thought, passion. The lamps are different, But the Light is the same. One matter, one energy, one Light, one Light-mind, Endlessly emanating all things. One turning and burning diamond, One, one, one. Ground yourself, strip yourself down, To blind loving silence. Stay there, until you see You are gazing at the Light With its own ageless eyes. Rumi (1207 - 1273) |
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siteless User ID: 35450138 Australia 03/02/2013 05:52 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Standing between two plane mirrors Misperception is an inevitability and an enjoyment in its endless arcs in its kind of sanctity to abolish what peace of mind ever existed. Here again misconceptions a seed blown to the junctions of me and the spirals of you in this apparent rationality and liberty of bodies and minds. |
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Siteless User ID: 26241659 Australia 04/14/2014 07:12 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I will try my best not to love you ever, if you try your best, not to be lovely. So please, by all means do what you can to be ugly. Smack your lips and pop your jaw when you chew. Pull faces and cuss me out. Be mean and obnoxious, bad at compliments. Belch loudly in public, don't bless me when I sneeze. I promise I won't miss you, if you promise not to be worth missing. |
siteless (OP) User ID: 56889957 Australia 04/15/2014 07:10 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Cannot cross the river? Nor write the invisible vortex of air pulling in hard behind me in my onward haste. I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books. I have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me: Thomas Mann There were no smooth seas there. |
siteless (OP) User ID: 56934280 Australia 04/17/2014 11:38 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I feel better off barefoot in rain softened summer grass left over, having escaped the browsing graze of cut-rate angels, clumsy leggy angels - And if at least their coats were longer and more flowing and a different colour and their poems appeared not from a chaff bag but delivered on dew, dressed in their Sunday best from head to toe, with bells on, and diamonds in their eyes. I might feel better off feet bound-in till the mind strangles. I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books. I have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me: Thomas Mann There were no smooth seas there. |
siteless (OP) User ID: 57090460 Australia 04/20/2014 06:15 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | It takes breathing life in, in the dust in the clouds in the smokescreens to learn to give a damn, and it takes coughing it all back up again in wads to build a dam wall that might hold something In time. I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books. I have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me: Thomas Mann There were no smooth seas there. |
siteless (OP) User ID: 57090460 Australia 04/22/2014 07:35 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Trying to read the Morse being generated on a dew drop, first up, on an amazing morning, I become acutely aware my language skills are lacking. Last Edited by siteless on 04/22/2014 07:38 PM I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books. I have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me: Thomas Mann There were no smooth seas there. |
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