sadomasochist
ouch that hurts i like it
give me more of that
sadomasochist
ouch that hurts i like it
give me more of that
Give me more of that,
what was it called: Haggis?
Not half bad, me Laird!
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...
Not half bad, me Laird!
Squeeze that bag of pipes again
Do they need tuning?
Or
Not half bad, me Laird!
The smell of earth fills my soul
Land that reaches sky
Land that reaches sky,
rocket wisps that trail terror
as man-made thunder.
(since everone else is doing it)
as man-made thunder
cleaves unholy sinners' seats,
chairs collapse with groans.
chairs collapse with groans,
iron-thought sages in grass
pretzel legs and mulch.
pretzel legs and mulch
with number minds the tickling
of nature's frayed thread.
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman
of nature's frayed thread
I edited; now nature
read like "daerht deyarf"
Read like "daerht deyarf."Originally Posted by ktd222
Are you done reading like that?
You're reading sdrawkcab!
You're reading sdrawkcab
now take time to draw back
the breath in your lungs
Last edited by healthyalt; 05-02-2007 at 04:18 AM. Reason: I started with the wrong words of the Haiku.
To know the future we must first realize the past.
Chris
The breath in your lungs
The blood in your veins, like life,
Struggling to be free
Faith is believing what you know ain't so - Mark Twain
The preachers deal with men of straw, as they are men of straw themselves - Henry David Thoreau
The way to see faith is to shut the eye of reason - Benjamin Franklin
The teaching of the church, theoretically astute, is a lie in practice and a compound of vulgar superstitions and sorcery - Leo Tolstoy
Struggling to be free
I just want to be myself
singing in the breeze
To know the future we must first realize the past.
Chris
Singing in the breeze
without a care in the world;
oh, what happiness!
oh, what happiness!
it is to murder your dreams
and to live on air
and to live on air,
would be simple yet tasteless—
I savor my food...
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...
I savor my food...
Humm, I shall go prepare some;
Substantial repast.
"It's so mysterious, the land of tears."
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Substantial repast
for the elephant that is
in waiting to mate
in waiting to mate
feeltip fingers probe the sky
bent arthritis archs.
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman
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