spitting
teeth into a
plastic glass when retirement
sprees shut down and the new life starts...
stumbles
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spitting
teeth into a
plastic glass when retirement
sprees shut down and the new life starts...
stumbles
stumbles
not my dear friend
you still have to go a
long way to attain Nirvana
Have heart!
Have heart!
Oh, weary soul.
Turn those exiled footsteps
to the fabled kingdom beyond
the hills.
The hills
bubble with green
Clustered blobs of hillock
Full of rocks, soil, insects, worms, germs,
atoms
atoms
and inside these
worlds within worlds, our world
spinning from dark to light, fighting
for what?
for what?
our pointless lives:
to breed and acquire?
there must be more that will make us.
humans!
humans
have not evolved
from lower forms, they just
turn old with age and finally
pop off .
pop off
you stinky jerk
You're misting up
The window with your bad breath; have
a mint.
a mint
a sprig of green
floating in my iced tea
the subtle flavor coats my tongue
refreshed
refreshed
back to the start
yes, time to try again
I'm sure your diligence will pay
try again
try again
wake from a dream
show the night its rainbow-
come, sit on the violet edge,
barefoot
barefoot
in clear water
iridescing brightly
in the darkening shower's
crystal
crystal
vases and kitsch
to be given as gifts
on the november day we joined
married
married
matrimonied
wedded locks of passion
toasting the connubial bed
smiling
smiling,
I am the wave,
curl of white from the wind,
see me rise in the downstream run,
then gone
then gone
I touch my head
massage the memories in
they can wait in their little rooms
till called
till called
pin drop silence
when called all you hear is
an echo of your own voice lost
in space.
in space
infinite stars
gas clouds and distant worlds
the vast universe spans above
our earth
our earth
bright clear blue sky
green grass covers the hills
a busy world where people should
calm down
calm down,
breathe quietly
child, nothing can touch you
while I am by your bedside. Come,
sleep now
sleep now
the sleep of the
frustrated soul, obsessed
by dreams of sordid details of
ruin
ruin
not your life in
idle pursuits of hate
learn to love the one who hates you
That's life!
Thats life
looking at me
straight in the eyes. I have
left a world for a love, and then
lived one.
lived one
fairy in a
remote village all green
spent all her time dreaming for love
true love
True love.
Reflection in
an aged bottle of wine.
Sorry apology attempt
in ink.
in ink
i wrote of love.
it did not keep you here.
wiser, perhaps, to have written
in blood.
in blood
the history
of conflict is written
and the heritage of bonding
is drawn
is drawn
from the scabbard
the sword ready to fight
defending the peoples right to
freedom
is drawn
her face saddened
wondering at her choice
the wind blows chill, stirs her, giving
her hope
ooops, looks like you beat me to it, sorry...
Quote:
Originally Posted by sprinks
lol that's ok, yours is a lot better than mine :), poetry isn't my strength at all :p
freedom
comes at a cost
I paid the cost but lo !
my masters moved my cage in to
big cage !
her hope
was nothing but
a desire unfulfilled
a blind game ,a shot in the dark
pitch black
Pitch black
The night wears on
Creatures of the noght crawl
And howl until the time when
Dawn comes
Dawn comes
shining like her
charming visage just washed
and sparkling with the light of love
and life
And life
surges forthwith
like the turgid waves 'neath
the fllaccid ocean at the quick.
Skipjack.
skipjack
not a strong boat
to weather the vast sea
a stronger vessel i require
safety
safety
with the angels
security of olde
locked in a gentle chamber
of gilde
of glide
I know little,
except in the blue dreams,
where the sky surrounds me and I
am light
am light -
floating essence,
gazing at pretty shrubs
looking up at me heedlessly
ashine