Brave sons of steel our voices hoarse, out of alignment, grind off to metal points when men come near. Blood beats us hard with rain sharp shines our skin, our throat's a pit of stone the fruit has left. 'Tomorrow is another day,' they smile while we spit oil, gluggy on their shoes, demand attention to an angled face and turn in step with chiselled chins to mark the bleeding endpoint to the stretch. High ...
Updated 04-21-2009 at 09:19 PM by Silas Thorne
I can think of six paroxysmical rages just before breakfast & I have more wroth before I make scrambled eggs when I awaken… & when I swing, Oh fractious day! Callooh! Callay! SO! JUST YOU WATCH OUT! a Jabberwocky of intracranial hell those Euminides now I’m calm; stillness equilibrium attained tranquillity now psychic ...
Silly little poem. More Than A Dream Build me a tower Lavish with beauty; Leave me to live there - You keep the key. Buy me a thousand Silver-white horses That I may ride Whenever I please. Fetch me the stars You say shine in my eyes, The warmth of the sun You feel in my smile - Show me you love me, Help me to believe, That it's more than just words and ...
Updated 04-21-2009 at 06:40 PM by a_little_wisp
Karma is, you get what you give. When you give help to others, you are gathering merit. When you sow seeds, they will grow and grow. What is this garden? I am nothing, not even the dirt in which it grows.
Emptiness surrounds me I am cut off from others, I am forever separated. There is only one I turn to, only one I trust. She and I are forever alone, away from all others. Words never grasp the expansiveness of the oceanic bliss which is the presence filling my heart, and my cells, and even the atoms of the universe. She and I are one, where there is nothing but this Divine Presence. ...