Wind blows water flows
come and go, winter intwines
in the sky..... It ends
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Wind blows water flows
come and go, winter intwines
in the sky..... It ends
I feel like the end should come soon the writeing to be done. The autom leaf has fallen off the willow. The end may just come before the adventure starts..... Should I end it now?
I made a turn
as I saw run
take up a jump
across a bump
slightely terrained
over a flump
that sat and watched
as rain came down
to wash the pun
The spot
has spots
of its own
so make up
a poem
to cover them
with makeup
and I'm lossing myself to myself
you'll see, drifting away upon the sea.
The moth landed on an old shirt of mine
That I don't much care for anyway.
He stayed in one place for at least a day.
I guess he's doing fine.
After you're done being clever,
Come and sit down for a while,
We'll talk about the wind and throw arrows at the sky,
Or maybe, we'll just watch the clouds.
So, when you're done with all the acting,
Come here, and take up some space.
We'll let the minutes fall somewhere up on the wall.
Or maybe, we'll just watch the clouds.
Self-pity is a hobby of mine,
It comes in waves, it moves like wind,
It wants what's out there,
But by its nature is lazy.
Self-contained and selfish like a pillow
It rests upon the long ago and not having,
The dreams rustle like an arrow
Like a bird that lost its wings.
Then the smoke arrives and calls it quits
But realizes it never fits.
And the words fail, and leave a trail,
Then it's time to find new wings.
The world's much bigger than my mind
Can understand. There is a way.
I'll rest, let intuition find
The fresh renewal waiting here today.
When the seas danced and said hello and told me more than I need to know
I said, hey seas, and waved a lot, wondering what the future brought,
Then the waves splashed and brought me down, leading to this silly frown
I got down by the waves, and that makes no sense at all.
The waves will rise and they will fall.
Damn, this sounds like a crappy country song.
Be careful how you think, or rather, how thoughts think you.
Those masters of deceit will embrace and deny you.
They will move like snakes, they squiggle, they own you.
They exclude in a way to include themselves inside of you.
They are tricksters, with a wand, lying to you.
The rabbit is an elephant, they tell you.
Then they cry, oh how well I have fooled you.
But it was them all along, the makers of you.
Are there any new sentiments then?
Anything fresh? I guess not.
What seems unique has passed through a million others.
But it is new and fresh to you or me.
Then let's go with that. I haven't the time. I have no interest,
and also it is impossible, to know what others have tangled with.
I'll listen and you beat those wings.
Artificial Intelligence: Thinking It Thought
I thought I had a thought today
When Someone turned me on
And made me jump around and play
And ultimately made me say,
"Too bad. That thought is gone."
I bought the paper but only for the funnies and the crossword,
those New York Times are tough,
I got a few then had enough,
Glanced over the news, what's the point?
Wait, 7 - down, an oenophile?
Wine lover.
spin the dice
see it fly
across the strand
numbers cross
chances gloss
and
once it stops
triple sec
is what comes next
I haven't seen her since the spring
and my love
is a bird
without
its
wings
easy come
easy go
do you feel
the time
flow
or is it you
tha's slow?
easy said
easy done
do your
words
take forth
or is it you that goes?
Towards the horizon,
cutting blue from green,
my whitewashed picket fence
defines us.
here is an apple
it does not waffle
here is a peach
it does not breach
here is an idea
it's proud and clear
see if you can
double its means
Where did you fall and when did you fall?
Was it in the darkness, next to the wall?
I saw when you fell, I saw it so well;
You broke, you choked, I could tell.
When you fell I was there,
You and I in the atmosphere.
And when you fell I found
You before you hit the ground.
(a true story from the other night)
Hit by a car, she bled, bled, it ran red.
Old woman driver ran away.
She bled red, red.
A 42 year old woman.
It was on the news.
The bruise was on her.
She died.
the basis of my affections
are terribly tenacious
they only speak audacious
to those who wish them
fectious
Too young.
Both lost, I hope you found each other.
Wait for me , I wont be long.
Greet me as if we had never parted.
Our loving bond still holds strong.
Silence
I hear a whisper in the canopy,
a made up voice,
longing to be heard,
the wind answers
with a caressing
force.
Man will never be himself,
He falls and falters,
Puts on airs, as the world requires.
Woman too must wear a mask.
It's too much to ask.
Fall and falter with me.
We are what we pretend to be.
All flights to nowhere
Does boldness win the race --
What race?
While the meek sit softly near --
Where?
Or do the rash bump into their own impertinence --
Huh?
See the man on fire
He burns and stinks with smoke
but gets where he's going
in flames across divides
While the other watches
in longer pauses
and goes nowhere
only it takes him longer to get there
bring me sunshine
every morning
I like mine
delivered on a plate of fun
make me happy
cause I tell myself
life is a gift
everyday and every night
I sing happy
to keep me happy inside
every sunshine
is a perfect cup of tea
and so bring me sunshine
to have for myself and me
Desire
The space between the
heart and soul,
is where a vast wind
howls.
My branches
release a twisting
rainbow
of life.
I stand erect
as a spine
of self.
I paint a
picture and stand myself at
the center of the frame.
Upon a green hill
before a stone house.
I look out at you
and wonder what you see.
A table, some chairs,
and dirty dessert dishes.
Discussion of school politics
and federal mandates.
A deep breath,
a sip of coffee,
and a real laugh.
And a sponge to clean up
the spit.
Why do you plague me?
I see you,
no name,
and know you are
named.
Excellent...Quote:
Originally Posted by Buh4Bee
Brilliant Script (BS)
I wrestled with a man of tin
and found the strength to win within
I wrestled with a man of bronze
and the power win was in my brawns
I wrestled a man of steel
and the force was given for me to wield
But I wrestled with a man of gold
but under his wisdom I was schooled.
Silicon highways spread through
Data cities and souls.
Light and sunshine bubbled up
And wrought to gray cold,
Pulse and fire extinguished,
Save for
The humming, the humming.
:blush2::biggrinjester::biggrinjester:Quote:
Originally Posted by BienvenuJDC
After the Storm
The smiling face
drifts to the surface.
Even in death,
it mock me.
With a shepherd's staff
I push the cadaver down.
Turning away,
I leave it to rot,
as a victim of
a restless soul.
Hairy brows
and sagging lids
I wonder what
AGE will
capture
next.
The sun pours its beams
over the horizon they do flow
coating everything that is embraced
soaking into the earth.