the best
moonshine, ice cold,
stings like a hard snowball,
a kiss from the devil herself,
more please
the best
moonshine, ice cold,
stings like a hard snowball,
a kiss from the devil herself,
more please
more please
more joy, more love,
and please more heartache too
all of life's feelings make me more
alive
*
"Courage is not the absence of fear but the judgment that something else is more important than fear." -- Ambrose Redmoon
CR: Madame Bovary, by Gustave Flaubert
JF: Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen. My review is here.
alive
in summer's sun,
in autumn's clear dewdrops,
in wintry mists, and in spring's greens
i dwell...
.
...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
i dwell
within myself
straightening this and that
putting back the knick knacks of time
dusted
I'm in love with The Vinegar Man and Mr. Tanner, but be careful, it could just as easily be you.
"If you're going to write you better have somewhere to come from." Flannery O'Connor
dusted
deep images
down to faint gloomy rays
of hued confusing colors, points
abstract
.
...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
abstract
bright colours splashed
canvas soaked, dripping wet
paint cans overturned, brushes set
aside
*
"Courage is not the absence of fear but the judgment that something else is more important than fear." -- Ambrose Redmoon
CR: Madame Bovary, by Gustave Flaubert
JF: Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen. My review is here.
(aside)
Are you quite sure?
A Horse! A Horse! Cannot
You hear? My Kingdom for a horse!
Bravo!
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...
Bravo!
you are the best
your work moves me to tears
see how it stands alone but asks
for rest
I'm in love with The Vinegar Man and Mr. Tanner, but be careful, it could just as easily be you.
"If you're going to write you better have somewhere to come from." Flannery O'Connor
for rest
alone does sense
the mind's ability
to organize life's catalog
of time
Of time
expect nothing
but a line, a passage
from then, to now, to an unknown
future
You used my name in a poem, thank you Bii.Originally Posted by Bii
Future
Remains unknown
A mystery of sorts
The answer unravels with time
We wait
FRANCISCO
For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.
Hamlet Act I Scene I
you're welcome. It is a lovely name
We wait,
but know not what
we're waiting for. Always
expecting something much better
to come
to come
upon the wind
freshly painted perfect
spread wings to drift along the breeze
flying
flying
not falling, through
space the colour of ice,
the consistency of water.
Soaring.
Soaring
see that mountain
I will be landing there
the sun waits to fall in the clouds
I perch
I'm in love with The Vinegar Man and Mr. Tanner, but be careful, it could just as easily be you.
"If you're going to write you better have somewhere to come from." Flannery O'Connor
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