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posted on Jan, 2 2010 @ 10:09 AM
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reply to post by Spiramirabilis
 




Monkey lady writes
and the personality
shines through, how lovely




posted on Jan, 2 2010 @ 01:18 PM
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reply to post by whaaa
 


Circe Distracted

no messages will reach this where
no rings out or ever in
Circe weaves her shadow cloth
and sits in silence far within
her circle

spiraling secluded isle
deer and wolves all round the eye
sparrows calling memories
underneath her tigers lie
sleeping

her thoughts turned to face the shore
many many turns before
dark planet light then dark again
waiting for a hidden door
to open

tall ship sensing songs at sea
siren songs for dear Odysseus
lost to all and lost to me
while he misses his dear missus
time stands still

there's still the weaving after all
so nothing moves her until when
done reading stars and tracking moons
his ship is sailing once again
all is waiting

warm breath of sleeping creatures near
a storm of crows and light wheels round
conversing birds sing her mind clear
while Circe sings songs without sound

what is time?



posted on Jan, 2 2010 @ 01:25 PM
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reply to post by blupblup
 


Monkey Lady thanks you

:-)

that was sweet blups

(I'm warming to the name)



posted on Jan, 3 2010 @ 10:58 PM
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from your face
theft
all light
then left you
to the trees
towards still night
steady flight
ghosts bowing
to the breeze

_____________

mourning now
and again
wind bound to limb
all finding their fallen
in their fall
lamenting forest
mourning now



posted on Jan, 4 2010 @ 10:31 PM
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Flight Ghosts
churn your illusions
into butter, lock
you away in strange
rooms.

Something is happening
The air is full of news
the gutters run with it.
"Take off, Move out in
force" "Cry for the
dead, you won't have
much time for anything
else"

I'm walking down
Mama Road now
and up ahead I see
the enormous death
of American Bliss.



posted on Jan, 5 2010 @ 06:38 PM
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Ghostly delusions
Failed life filled illusions
Locked away
Into the hollows
Of dead hearts

Soul's confusion
She cannot believe
So I show her
And I show her
The show is over

I know it's over
Still I don't know
W'else to go
Over over
Before it really began

Not tonight
Not with you my love
You're so clever
So entertaining
Just ask the mirror

Over over



posted on Jan, 6 2010 @ 08:58 AM
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away
black day
ink roiling
grimmer muck
from words
soul silted
mired
thought tires
slow river
low river
away



posted on Jan, 7 2010 @ 12:23 PM
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moments
clasped
small breaths
on glass
once, twice
dust soft
such moths
are wishes lost
in sleep
sleep
dream sweet
my pockets
deep
silk lined
and filled
with candy







[edit on 1/7/2010 by Spiramirabilis]



posted on Jan, 7 2010 @ 12:55 PM
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lost wishes
and chunks of
my raw soul
lie shivering
on a sheet of
cardboard.
Even so my
head is full
of majic figures.

Woman, your secrets
aren't my secrets.
What I can't say
I won't.
Still you give me
Blues diamonds,
much to precious
to do away with.
Tonite you will
disappear, pulling
invisible strings,
so tenuous, so fine.



posted on Jan, 7 2010 @ 01:08 PM
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reply to post by whaaa
 


:-)

I just had one decent night's sleep

I'll be able to give you a reply after I have at least one more...

(I don't know if this is what you're going for - but you crack me up whaaa - what am I supposed to say to that?)

I think I need to say - not sure what to say





[edit on 1/7/2010 by Spiramirabilis]



posted on Jan, 8 2010 @ 02:14 PM
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reply to post by whaaa
 


on illusion

boiled down from the roots
in a wide, wilding wood
of scrub and unnamed trees

seven days of blues

when diamonds remain
the joke is the same

seven days of blues

coyote hums smiles
he knows we can’t see
buzzed on delusion
illusions dance we

all seven days of blues

_______________________


on secrets

plain sight
tied in ribbon
so hidden in the seen
hill high one mile
waiting for the sea

_______________________


and with this I think I may be poetried-out for now

on hiatus - for a little while...



posted on Jan, 12 2010 @ 06:45 PM
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Drop me now
Tell me to go home
I didn't do something right
But I did some right...

One hour of negativity
Can kill the other thirty nine
Kill you and demotivate
Then charge you for the pleasure

Measure by measure
Drop by drop
This heart may die
But it will never stop



posted on Apr, 30 2010 @ 07:44 PM
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Woke up from a bad day
Into another worse
I came across an old man
He told me of the ugliness
For hours he bent my ear
He told me of the cancer and the curse

Woke up in a bad way
Drooling blood on my pillow
Onto old stains of the same
I cursed the ugliness
I cursed the Earth
Wished away my birth and my humanity

Woke up on a Sunday
A sunless day and rainy
The old man invited me inside
A moment to hide
Some warmth from the hearth
I woke in an arm chair around midnight




[edit on 30-4-2010 by The Motorcycle Boy]



posted on May, 2 2010 @ 05:02 PM
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Woke up from a bad day
Into another worse
I came across an old man
He told me of the ugliness
For hours he bent my ear
He told me of the cancer and the curse

Woke up in a bad way
Drooling blood on my pillow
Onto old stains of the same
I cursed the ugliness
I cursed the Earth
Wished away my birth and my humanity

Woke up on a Sunday
A sunless day and rainy
The old man invited me inside
A moment to hide
Some warmth from the hearth
I woke in an arm chair around midnight


Woke like on holiday
He said it's time to go now
There were things of beauty
He was going to find some
And I could come...come along
I slept in the back for the short ride out



posted on May, 4 2010 @ 06:55 PM
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Have you seen this video?
The one from Turkey?
The cat upset about its friend getting hit by a car
The cat goes over and kneeds on its friend
Trying to wake it up...kneeding and kneeding
Breaks my heart...

I love cats!



posted on May, 9 2010 @ 12:57 PM
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Poltergeist mushroom cloud of doom
Boom boom...



posted on May, 12 2010 @ 10:42 AM
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reply to post by The Motorcycle Boy
 



I am invalid
I am empty
I represent no
knowable
abstraction.
My love is
incomplete.
My love is
uncertain.
My soul is
contained in
Wire
and
Wood.



posted on May, 13 2010 @ 04:57 AM
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Sir I think we've discovered alien life forms

They would go crazy if I offerred them tea and a badge

They love to drop by on people see how they live

People were screaming, the panic was intense

I didnt feel anything I couldnt pay the debt to death

Iam not lying I see thruth

These people are kidnapped where are they going

Ok Joe thats it have a good night then.

Yes the night is here I will close my eyes to the sky



posted on May, 13 2010 @ 08:40 AM
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on emptiness

and if the days were empty?
as full of naught as empty of all?
a fall inside the fall of all the down rising?
feathers on the floor...
moons wane in unbarred cells
our jails full of empty cages
more empty outside the day








[edit on 5/13/2010 by Spiramirabilis]



posted on May, 13 2010 @ 03:15 PM
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When eyes are closed the door is seen
Alas we step outside every day and search
for food to fill us to satisfy us
And in the end the door was never knocked upon
he was waiting to hear us knock
but we were too busy on the outside
hoping that emptiness would never be permanent
Heaven is inside , seperation is outside
So simple yet so difficult.
The door to be gently knocked upon has our choosing barring its frame.






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