Ecstacy of light
See how the stars shine in blue
They are all yellow
Europe! Europe!
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Ecstacy of light
See how the stars shine in blue
They are all yellow
Europe! Europe!
They are all yellow -
all those little flying lights (that)
my aching eyes see.
I am not sure, whether "little" is 1 or 2 syllables. If 1, then read "that" too.
My aching eyes see
the perturbed emotions of
dancing bananas
dancing bananas
wearing slack sown pajammas
they look good in black
They look good in black
mamas and papas insane
oh, you pretty things.
( - Sorry, could not help but steal/ mix some lyric lines by Bowie. :-) )
Oh, you pretty things
Dulled by my consternation
Plagued by attrition
Plagued by attrition -
sunlight, harpstrings, smell of stars-
all gone -world is old.
all gone - world is old
i'd better wake, return to
dawn on mama earth
Dawn on moma earth
she'a love all her babies
we find'a her sun
we find'a her sun
surrounded by solitude
near the forgotten
(wow i suck. o well, i tried :) )
near the forgotten
well we have sung songs to the
gone, lost and strange ones
Thought i'd give it a try... :P
Gone, lost and strange ones,
they're never really gone, lost
and strange, not at all
Jester, anything goes :p... well, that's 5-7-5 anyway ;)
and strange, not at all
is the rainbow up above
Blue skies beckon me
blue skies beckon me
darkness fills my hand one true
thrust will send me there
Thrust will send me there
Panting, sweating; forgotten
feelings to furrow
feelings to furrow
burying past emotions
with borrowed seedlings
with borrowed seedlings
i plant my thoughts. they mature;
i don't know myself.
damn unrecognizable for being 6 syllables!
I dont know myself
I dont know any of you too
No, my mind is gone
(yeah i know, but hey it follows the rules)
No, my mind is gone
Though I knew not its entrance,
Pathway or exit
Pathway or exit
destinations are blurry
means are justified
Means are justified
leaves ochre and skeletal
crying city shore
Crying city shore
Porous molecular skin
Absorbs salt water
absorbs salt water
so that many dogs can lick
our hands clean of salt
our hands clean of salt
that crystal drops leave behind
ready to move on
i love haiku!!
one of my own, with no correlation to this thread:
inquire of dead men
where the journy will bring us
they grin and crumble
repeat, dont use ^^^ this one ^^^ for the thread, use the first one!
ready to move on
flesh-cased molecules dissolve,
renovate the earth
Ready to move on
Now, wholly unpretentious
I'll kneel before you
I'll kneel before you
and you before me, us both
end the strife of world
End the strife of world
peace. Conflict happens. Lets just
aim to reduce war.
Aim to reduce war -
total sillyness, I say.
Let's bomb them - who cares?
let's bomb them, who cares;
why lower rifles or hate?
we are soulless pigs.
*MEA CULPA to pigs
We are soulless pigs
aiming to live a pale life
playing in our mud
playing in our mud
forgetting the days gone by
aiming ere higher
burn and rage away
like bonfires on the sun
seeking some solace
aiming ere higher
as the stars fade from our view
through the hazy skies
Through the hazy skies
Killing machines blaze away
Attacking zealots
attacking zealots,
attacking creatures, humans
plants and bad ones, life
(if this makes any sense to you tell me what it means because it makes no sense to me)
plants and bad ones, life
imbued both in rose gardens
and venus fly traps
it reminds me of that speech by the Friar in Romeo and Juliet:
Quote:
In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:
For nought so vile that on the earth doth live
But to the earth some special good doth give,
Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use
Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;
And vice sometimes by action dignified.
Within the infant rind of this small flower
Poison hath residence and medicine power:
For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;
Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.
Two such opposed kings encamp them still
In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will;
And where the worser is predominant,
Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.
And venus fly traps
seem to hold me, suspended
above all I seek
seeker, that's just beautiful. :) thanks for sharing. must read r & j now.