Stained texts rot wisdom
Ideologies emerge
Misinterpreted
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Stained texts rot wisdom
Ideologies emerge
Misinterpreted
Misinterpreted
the words on the line were vague
I hung up the phone
Hello, littlewing. :wave: Looks like the two of us posted at once back there! I also enjoy your haiku very much!
i hung up the phone
contemplating thoughts
the silence haunting
the silence haunting
this remote, isolated
heart's metropolis
heart's metropolis
skyscraped by teeming myriads
no man an island
no man an island
oceans flow between us all
joining all as one
joining all as one
mothers, the glue of the soul
peaceful gentle smile
peaceful gentle smile
hidden emotions hide there
behind soft curved lips
behind soft curved lips
love felt strong safe and secure
exposed and open
exposed and open,
burmished fields spread before me,
sunlight birds flit by.
sunlight birds flit by
salty seabreezes beckon
tall sails billowing
tall sails billowing,
The Flying Dutchman arises--
Is that Davey Jones?
Is that Davey Jones?
No. A modern rendition...
Captain Jack Sparrow. :)
Captain Jack Sparrow
spiced rum, eels and seaweed juice;
New scent for cologne?
new scent for cologne?
and dad looks so fab today...
something's going on.
New scent for cologne:
salt seas whipped and tamed inside
bathroom stored bottles.
something's going on
behind the spinning atom
but we can't see it.
but we cant see it
whatever hovers behind
that stained old curtain
that stained old curtain
hides so many skeletons...
do you want to know?
do you want to know
the happy housewife's secret?
Bathroom stored bottles.
:p
Bathroom stored bottles.
Pastel containers of glass,
what do they contain?
Quote:
Originally Posted by Riesa
ahhh, that's too funny. Nice to see you around Riesa.
what do they contain
to trick the winter ice, heavy
snow, and sprout again?
snow and sprout again
patiently waits the flower
wrapped in sweet slumber
Wrapped in sweet slumber
Unaware of the world around
He enjoys his dreams
He enjoys his dreams,
His escape from reality—
Life has become harsh…
Life has become harsh...
the world's agonies displayed.
A child's hungry cry.
a child's hungry cry
goes unheard, unattended
what world we live in
what world we live in
avoiding painful lives with
turned heads and blind eyes.
turned heads and blind eyes--
cries go unheard, deaths unseen.
peace is murdered cold.
peace is murdered cold;
the war stick reigns absolute
hope forever lost
hope forever lost
our enemies overrun
our last defences
our last defenses
stand strong in quiet relief
strength belongs to all
strength belongs to all
we seek in our inner cores
there is always hope
there is always hope,
the thread behind needle points
weaving dreams to life.
weaving dreams to life
the nightshifter plies his craft
threads to the future
Threads to the future
woven with intricate care
waste not a detail
waste not a detail
when writing of this beauty
upon a blank page
upon a blank page
i rest my pen, wondering
where to find the words
where to find the words
to describe this bliss now that
the month's at its end
The month's at its end
The new month would begin soon
Holidays will end!
holidays will end
autumn brings a gentle breeze
of coming winter