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Nothing is convincing,
not even the implausible way you move through life
like a kitten being born in an exploding spaghetti factory.
This idea of yours
is like some kind of irritating disease you've come down with,
or a nervous disorder, a mental form of diaper rash as it were.
Worse is the obscenity,
of your enthusiasm for patterns left behind on used dinner plates,
which any dignified person would be embarrassed to admit to.
piano keys in my head
wonderfully saddening
painfully artistic
arthritic movements of the soul
aging and deteriorating with every moment
the moments are practiced, alone in the dark
to find perfection we isolate our selfs
the world is a distraction it seems
perhaps we better rid ourself of such a thing, if we are to be perfect
"it`s not me it`s the world with the problem"
piano keys inside my mind
are wearing out with the passage of time
the electricity of the modern world, is killing classical
note by note the guillotine creeps
slowly downward until the final verse
one last sorrow filled note to end existence
these are a whole lot of fun to read
The past is like a drying refrigerator magnet,
not the soiled one, but the one fondly growing
as the birds begin robustly against the window.
Items are the wavering of encroachment
fashioned through a mold, the key
is flicked aside by more mighty imaginings
than those yellow slippers resting like arms
of a fur covered chair, not sleeping
but in cold anticipation, shuddering without
weeping as the kitchen plasters itself to the floor.
and to write :)
As he would sit and contemplate
About the vices that were stopping fate
He failed to see the monster's face
Stuck, spiraling throughout his conscious state
The very same which daunts escape
The walls swirled as the whole world turned inward
The numbness would circumvent learned sin words
In spite, this light resembled burned vinyards
A waste the taste of which was heard in verse
Like Sandoz ripped your hands off. Earn; get yours!
As the boat rolled on and night of cold turned dawn
The host made toasts of moonshine with twin deuce signs
Yes, the note holds charms; fact's that the joke rose arms
The egg yolks that AIDs broke left children supine
Actions caused no harm, but made the cards alarmed
As they became perturbed by 4 As and a jester
The fleeting rain disturbed and made bleating pain deserved
The heating feigned perverse thoughts of reading, brains, and work
Conquer the order, brought by the former, chained and hurt
Life is like a box of chocholates, then you're shamed in dirt
It's become lighter in the garden.
I'm sorry, what did you say?
I said it's lighter now outside
Maybe I'll go out and work on the sculpture of the Vantage Point.
He stepped out, taking her pink sunglasses.
And seemed to be followed by a trail of lizardly ineffable irritations.
Real insects approached the honey jar militarily.
She wrote a note, appended with an obscene sketch.
If you get a rude message in the mail,
Please put it in your darkest place. Consider it to be from me.
Dear Members,
Nick Adams win hands down here according to me.Any imgery that is zig zag will fit in perhaps.Runaway thoughts are weird perhaps.Here is one from me not to be counted out.
A crazy game this.
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Out goes the finger and the replay shows him a little doubtful,
What game is this?Is this Cricket?
That creature that tweeks at nights'creek,creek',
How does the name came to be a sport?
Cricketing fraternity will ask the cricket,
That tweeks at night and you might know,
Round and round I talk about the Cricket but it is a game you know!
Out ,the forum will tell me now and I will doubt the replay.
Weird,I tell you this cricket,the creature and the game too.
You're so right to give belated kudos to Nick Adams, VJ. I meant to mention it myself, in fact, thought I had.
Stupor colours lids
sludge coloured
Mad dog behind door
of eyes
Affect me not
Forget-me-not
In this chair in
this room is old with it
Touch off
Touch out
Ode to a table
Oh table! Oh table!
Your four legs sublime
I have but two
How I wish you were mine!
Oh table! Oh table!
I am but a chair
Oh superior furniture
How can I compare?!
Oh table! Oh table!
Covered with cloth
I can but admire
And oh, how far off!
Oh table! Oh table!
Your four legs sublime
I have but two
How I wish you were mine!
Here is one of mine. Is it weird? What's weird?
Enjoy.Code:hear the dogs barking
in the undergrowth
fenris
watch the dogs playing
with their sense of self
fenris
watch the shadows cast
doglike in the cave
fenris
and all at once, see
fenris
Cosmonaut
Man
Mond is Welt
Head upon a page
Pincer cup caught
cough and collapse
Fingers fill out coverlet
Half knot
Half thought
Dream picture
brought
Thumbprint
whistles in doorway
Along that line of
the valley, trees, the cats
muddy against the green and bloody
fangs, folded hands, businesslike about killing
curl into the cabin in a line like a trail of wriggling stones
fleas scattering along their backs.
Disappear into the ink-well
The think-well
The drink-well
The…the…
The…
Ah yes, the ink-well
Dip your self into it
Into the dark-ness
The stark-ness
The arch-ness
Of this great and present
Dark-ness
Indulge your captors
Dive into the deep-pit
The steep-pit
The sleep-pit
Bathe within the ink-well
You will never go else-where
Pulse-where
False-where
Let this night become you
The dark-ness
Ink-well
Deep-pit
Bathe in the beauty
Of this steep and endless night
Im literally smiling right now. that was uplifting. for i don't know why. its rhythm i think. Makes me wanna jive.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sarasvati21
Well, now I'm smiling, Mantis. thanks!