A Prophecy of PerilAnd they towered Spiraling skywards, skewed Ripened fruit on high branches Drumthunderous loomingA Prophecy of Peril
Free
Fall
A shawled herald Speared forth from the desert He wrote in sand and granite: Deadly words for everyone
RoomPoising herself carefully, full of care, her careless self poised to strike – she did not. She abstained. Refrained. Did not. She did not. Time was too long to care, too short not to. She did not. There was only a second, then a moment, then a second moment. Passage. Time. She abstained still. Stared. Did not. Tick and tock, moments of seconds. She poised herself again, cautiously. Not in muscle. Not in nerve. Something stirred in her brain: a flickering chemical flux. Spark and ignition. Flame. Extinguished. She was extinguished. Snuffed out before ignition. Smoke. No smoke. Where there is smoke there is fire. Where there is not there iRoom
Redthe worldRed
the nascent crescent in the night
fully veiled in stardrapes
a chasm
in the depth of day
at the height of night
why would you be here?
why would I leave this place?
apart from that fire
there is nothing else in the galaxy:
swirls of stars and stripes
lashes of the lords
tens
of
thousands
of
lashes
you see the pains of the peo
Spokey DokeyAll across the line it's Nine:Spokey Dokey
Chrome and rain home again a stand-still - a still life.
Damn this day - lazy like a lady smoking her last cigarette - if I had a harmonica it would play the blues over and over.
Taking out the (Euro)trash was never
as daunting as today as if getting wet was ever a threat.
Somehow all the music sounds like crying.
C'est la vie. Und wie.
GrayGrinning through shivers -Imposed by rain- Warmly washing the sleep away With aqua thermae rising Hesitantly to my dayGray
Not so very unglad At the sweet autumn chill With which the whole world Now seems athrill The wind caresses
As wayward hearts spill Their alluring contents.
And looking out upon The ashen skyscape I do not tire... nor long But am content to be On the edge of something.
The errant pieces drift slowly Toward connection Completion is a peaceful hum Resonating from the Earth And we ar
KaleidoscopicHope penetrates the quarters of the malcontent In the form of recalcitrant warmth the time has not yet come to be subdued.... In a buzzing still-frame of day Thoughts drift to you in their usual way Slowly, whimsically, musically Splendidly, colorfully...confusedly The soft breeze is philosophy And the truth therein declares That perhaps the loveliest thing's beauty Is lessened by questioning The kaleidoscope is a wonder To the untrained eye.Kaleidoscopic
Acrostical AnomalyJubilantly justifying this jaunt Ending only in embrace of enchanting emblem- Granted glorious golden gladnessAcrostical Anomaly
Envisioning endured emotions eased Lively lilting lyrics lovingly Sung. Sparkling souls submerged sans shame. Knightly knowledge kindling, kissing, keeping Empowering erstwhile embittered Reviving, rewarding, reorienting
Daring delicate dreams...desire devouring dearest dilemmas
Impossibly invigorated, intensely i idle Grinning...giddily gladdened.
Why pout when you can laugh?
Happy
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LIFE IS PAIN! anyone who says differently is selling something.
Ipen Shindamiru?
If we just close our eyes and say its a dream...... it will stab us in the back!
took me a while to get the feel of them but when i did... awesome.
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Ethics and art both begin by drawing a line somewhere.
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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Keith Mitchell's resin sphere sculptures. Available for sale email: spheres@bigpond.com for prices and enquiries
ArtisanCraft - [link]
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Tongue-tied twisted...Just an earth-bound misfit
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"Watch what you do... because THEY are always watching...."
=^.^= ~Akane~ =^.^=
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~ Be just, and fear not ~
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