still fly
but you go first
entice me from my perch
i'm not so brave to fly so high
the risk
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still fly
but you go first
entice me from my perch
i'm not so brave to fly so high
the risk
the risk
and was that all?
the brisker taste of fear
the break of skin and that was all
we shared
We shared
All that we had
Then you left, so I split
It all. Which half of the kid do
You want?
You want
too much I told
my belle. She told me I
could go to hell and so I went.
The end.
the end
and your black space
seem remote on such nights
when ancient fires from stars ignite
this dark
This dark
contrasts with light.
I might as well recite
the spell that praises sacred night
tonight.
Tonight,
The shadowed earth,
The primate scream, the dream,
The fear, bright Juno's horn, the thorn,
The birth.
the birth
of earth and frill
excess born of folly
restore earth's resources...squander
scorned
"Scorned," um,
One syllable;
Unless it's like "learn-ed"
Or flabbergasted or something.
Who cares? :)
Who cares -
That's a doctor;
In place of a sword, he's
Got a sonic screw-driver. Where?
T.A.R.D.I.S.
T.A.R.D.I.S
My time machine
is waiting for me then
I’ll get away, but where is it?
Or when?
Or when?
Is what she said,
The present is our place,
You with your face turned toward the past,
Turn back!
“Turn back,”
she warned, “or death
awaits. The monster hates
to miss a meal.” I gulp and think:
too late.
"Too late,"
The people say,
Too late for you, for me -
I'm listening to E.L.O.
Today.
Today
Is just a day
Then dawns a cleaner slate
A new future now awaits here
Awake
Awake
At your peril
And your beatitude
That sleeper on the latitude
Of light
the cold
cold breath of Frost
tickles the icy air
with the softest touch of a ghost-
Ghoulish.
oops.. sorry..
Ghoulish
and foolish the
monster is blueish. I
would not go in there, but what do
I know?
of light,
resplendent light
that bathe a mortal's plight
in celestial hues and colors-
Perfect
Perfect
perfection, my
fate comes to get me if
I cannot stop it from coming
through there.
Through there
Abandon hope
Through there you may enter
The City of Desolation
(Or not)
or not
to give up hope
my garden still needs weeding
and my growing season is not
over
Over
In the clover
We used to sing as boys
You smile at me and I can hear
Our noise
snore-aholics anonymous
our noise
in night noses
like the Tchaikovsky's
1812 Overture bassoons
good grief
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dqANp...eature=related
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Good grief
Oxymoron
Like ugly pulchritude
But in fact neither fiction is
Wrong, right?
Wrong/right
Black/white, day/night
One for love, one for spite
Which to accept and which to fight
Now choose
Now choose
Your sex, your race,
If you can bear a child
If you'll have Pepsi or Coke with
Free will
free will
to fight for peace
holy wars, lover's quarrels
fine mess when free-will meets insane-
logic
5 oxymorons for you :)
Logic,
If masculine
Or gynecologic,
Is always arduous to rhyme.
Big time!
big time
loathe sad stories
still not over all the
dumbos, bambies, humpty dumptys
truly
Truly
(Or verily),
Let us make merrily!
Come, let us put on happy airs:
Who cares?
who cares
call our cares fears
Coriolanus knows
the fury of foes and the faults
of fools
Of fools
Let us critique:
The ones who bray like mules
Are not as troublesome as those
Who speak.
who speaks
fluent silence
surely draws the listener
but he who speaks fluent noise won't
be heard
Be heard
Black splinter bones
Neolithic spirits
Invisible your fearlessness
Make known
made known
the assurance
dawn comes after the night
repeated patterns of nature
solace
So lace
Your shoes and don
Your hat and start your legs
A-walking. Too nice a day for
Talking
Solace
Sat in a boat
Flirting with hopelessness
Their love was innocent till he
Drowned her
EDIT: Sorry Calidore. Next one starts with "Talking"
Glad to see I type faster than somebody.