trees dress
bright silk colors
red, yellow, purple, gold
Did Jackie Frost go by?
Magic...
trees dress
bright silk colors
red, yellow, purple, gold
Did Jackie Frost go by?
Magic...
Last edited by Pendragon; 12-27-2006 at 01:52 AM.
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Magic
Fire worshippers
Seek good deeds, good thoughts, good
Actions, to make a house of songs,
Asha.
Voices mysterious far and near,
Sound of the wind and sound of the sea,
Are calling and whispering in my ear,
Whifflingpin! Why stayest thou here?
asha
or ash, you pick
perhaps it is mere dust
motes, that carry a train of thought
to dirt
to dirt
we must return
from which we were formed
ashes to ashes, dust to dust—
forever
Last edited by Pendragon; 12-27-2006 at 01:53 AM. Reason: corrected
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Uh...problems here....From where do I take it?
"You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life."
To go wrong in one's own way is better than to go right in someone else's" - Dostoevksy
eternity awaiting us...
yet nobody
dares wait in this black place
chanting in tongues of pale wing angels
heaven
Originally Posted by Laindessiel
Heaven,to dirt
we must return
from which we were formed
ashes to ashes, dust to dust—
Eternity awaiting for us...
What'd I do?
Land of eternal golden day
Streets of pure gold
Angel choir singing
Joyous music
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
it's supposed to be in
2
4
6
8
2 format
Thank you. I was going on words, not syllables. A different form, I suppose. That can be jumbled any way, but you have to have say, one word, two, three, four, five-- if you start then at three words, you'd go 3, 4, 5, 2, 1 and so on. My bad, two different forms. Let me fix this poem.
Heaven,
Sweet Forever
Streets of purest gold
Angelic choir singing softly
Joyous
I think I counted right!
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Success Uncle Pen!
Joyous
Melancholy
Of the heavens' trumpets
Swing and slide 'gether, back and forth.
Holy.
"You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life."
To go wrong in one's own way is better than to go right in someone else's" - Dostoevksy
Holy
Sitting apart
From life's hugger-mugger
In calm contemplation of the
Navel.
Voices mysterious far and near,
Sound of the wind and sound of the sea,
Are calling and whispering in my ear,
Whifflingpin! Why stayest thou here?
Navel
oranges drip
sweetness and bitterness
philosophy in a thick rind
cast off
"Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."
to dirt
I am to go
whether restless somber
doubting hoping faithful I die
alone
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how's that???
Last edited by GimmyDiamond; 12-26-2006 at 11:52 PM.
Um, nevermind . . .
Last edited by GimmyDiamond; 12-26-2006 at 11:52 PM.
alone
no one beside
me as I travel the path
hurting my feet on sharp little rocks—
painful
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
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