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[dawny0826]

it hurts
it does
this fatigue
consuming
descending
though fight it
i do
give in
i will
to slumber
to temporary
peace

 

[dawny0826]

cold rain drops
upon the mulch
drop, by drop
reminds her of
things better
left unthought of
trees that look
dead with drenched
trunks and sad
branches, bent
leaves long gone
decaying on grass
no longer growing
wind, weak
robust not
like autumn bliss
swirling leaves crisp
rush through hair
flipping skirt
around her
like a halo
of rayon
of invisible
spirit

 

[swamplizard]

cold rain drops
upon the mulch
drop, by drop
reminds her of
things better
left unthought of
trees that look
dead with drenched
trunks and sad
branches, bent
leaves long gone
decaying on grass
no longer growing
wind, weak
robust not
like autumn bliss
swirling leaves crisp
rush through hair
flipping skirt
around her
like a halo
of rayon
of invisible
spirit

I like this one very much. Thanks for sharing. :yes:

 

[swamplizard]

eternal breath swims the artery
dance always
yes

 

[dawny0826]

dancing in dream
in circles and other shapes
as if such folly were truth
color
orange, fuschia, gold and blue
beads and tapestries
dated yet timeless
where she's beautiful
and without flaw
and swirls in his arm
it is she that leads him
powerful and captivating
without words
for eyes, lips and grace
murdered his words and breath
she is queen
and he
fears song's end

 

[Revoltingest]

of pie
blackberry
of crust
good
no mucus
but crusty

 

[dawny0826]

I like this one very much. Thanks for sharing. :yes:

That's very kind of you. The rain this morning was my inspiration.

Out of curiosity, what's the deal with crust and mucus?

 

[swamplizard]

That's very kind of you. The rain this morning was my inspiration.

Out of curiosity, what's the deal with crust and mucus?

Just another way of saying booger.

best,
swampy

 

[Revoltingest]

I remember the day crusty mucus first appeared in another forum.
Without knowing how or why, I instantly recognized that a new literary era dawned upon us.
They banned crusty, but this portended their demise.
Crusty is risen again.

 

[swamplizard]

Why does one oppress one’s own truthful heart with slanted light?
Why does one suppress one’s own reflection in the sunlight?
Why doesn’t one skinny-dip within the universe’s orgasmic pool? (or, does one?)

The command of infinity: there is nothing neither greater nor lesser than one.

Let us attend the banquet at the horizon, bring your song.
Unlike celebrated thoughts, music needs no justice.

dance a bunch !!!

best,
swampy

 

[swamplizard]

of bus loaded with thought
of cliff drive off

and fly from them
of haste make
of yes

and dance in clouds a bunch !

 

[dawny0826]

the colors melt
against the pane
like rain
watching lazily
diverting eyes
to ceiling
and falling
without moving

 

[swamplizard]

Footprints:

The Path is not to be held nor proclaimed, lest the journey end.
The Traveler places one foot in front of the other, and follows.
The Voice of Reason is the echo of an unuttered sound.
The Path breathes the Traveler as Awareness leads.
The Path is not to be held nor proclaimed, as the destination is within its unending.

 

[Revoltingest]

of fonts
fancy
calming
more!

 

[swamplizard]

When the eyes find the Traveler approaching,
“Ave’,” cry out!
Beckon the Traveler for bread and wine.
Cup the Traveler’s feet with the hands, washing them with loves, sprinkling them with powders and soothing them with lotions.
And whence again the Traveler to tread, the step will match the rhythm of thy heart.

How shall I know the Traveler?
A sunlit pool of melted mountain snow awaits.

 

[dawny0826]

the forest
in a warmer time
bare feet against
green grass and
moss
soft, running
hair and dress behind her
things of tree and bush
tear at flesh
yet can't be felt
only mist
through sheer
on pale skin
stops, she does
abruptly
and looks upward
at tall giants
trees
lush, green and wet
lost she feels
within the vastness
of such a refuge
where truth feels
no less distant
yet hope glides
down white face
as rain

(Inspiration: [youtube]58LdZMmsQhY[/youtube]
Mise Eire)

 

[dawny0826]

Fireflies,
they were born
and keep
their mother's heart
aglow

 

[dawny0826]

The light of a heathen
A lighthouse, once on distant shores
No longer
Keeps her on course
In troubled waters

 

[swamplizard]

What would we do?
Without:
the bars and graphs exciting the financial minions,
the linear designs of favored, flavored characters,
how could we survive without streaming electrical data dancing the bottom fraction of inverted mind tubes?

Perhaps a camel and a mile on a starlit, sandy sojourn might supply protein of misplaced desires.

 

[swamplizard]

Of historical histrionics
Unlearn
Of dance within
Of eternal now
Always
Yes

of fire design
on ground
of flames within
chest of rhythm
song encircle
unadorned
save of flower
in her hair
true and wild
as nocturnal eyes
this moon
of her dance
i forever embrace
yes
always
yes