POETRY, RANDOM THOUGHTS AND STUFF LIKE THAT….
Written 5/2014
Even robots cry
To dance through a metals wave
To bend iron cast down
Built ships through this junk filled maze
Awaiting rust
Standing still from yester years decay
Rainbows have rain
Rain has dirt
But robots have people
Who feel nothing
Even when they hurt
Even robots cry
So we meet
Somewhere between the icy glaciers
Tidal waves
Cutting rocks beneath our feet
Was a sweet rendition
We were left with this condition
Called love
Movement was nil
Heaven was still
And the earth timed out
And still
There was
You
And me
***
!Together!
These poems were actually part of a never ending word play in 2013. The 7 parts are my comments, the writer I was writing with has some pretty great responses also and can be viewed at the link below. I am always looking for ways to keep this blog alive and what better way than to dig up archives from 2013!
Love built bricks on her relic
fragments so old it was hard to sell it
It was the twisted lip
That was hard to the kiss
Waist at a dip with hands on her hips
Balled up fist
Neck at a twist
Humming
MMMMHHHHMMM
”Cuz can’t trust no missta nice guy”
She walked this maze
Broken into forever’s daze
It seemed like her
And bitter
Would live
Forever
***
!Together!
These poems were actually part of a never ending word play in 2013. The 7 parts are my comments, the writer I was writing with has some pretty great responses also and can be viewed at the link below. I am always looking for ways to keep this blog alive and what better way than to dig up archives from 2013!
You have transformed me into moments of raindrops
Sunrays from roof tops
When I was closed you opened my blinds
Led me to the light
You let in the sunshine
That had a keen fragrance of the rain
You soldiered lilies and butterflies that laid eggs on my windowpane
And slayed every dragon that dared creep into my brain
You squeezed oil from my rot
And brought meaning and love to every painful spot
We hugged each other like microphones
You made musical sounds to every agonizing groan
It was music only you could read
I love you so much I get butterflies and it becomes hard to breathe
And so
It will always be
Me
And you
***
!Together!
These poems were actually part of a never ending word play in 2013. The 7 parts are my comments, the writer I was writing with has some pretty great responses also and can be viewed at the link below. I am always looking for ways to keep this blog alive and what better way than to dig up archives from 2013!
Seasons call
From behind a threshed of mourning
Exploring
A handwritten endeavor
***
!Together!
***
I will love you forever
That’s been tattooed on our arms since we were 21 years old
Love put years on happy
And on his 97th birthday
We sat
We rocked
We listened
To the stars
***
We made love
***
We died
***
!Together!
These poems were actually part of a never ending word play in 2013. The 7 parts are my comments, the writer I was writing with has some pretty great responses also and can be viewed at the link below. I am always looking for ways to keep this blog alive and what better way than to dig up archives from 2013!
It was my inner purple
That translated
***
Non-verbal’s
***
Into signals
***
You stimulated my glow
Created waves
And made my juices flow
You hand molded me into the sweetest kinda’ cookie dough
***
I melted into your milk
***
And crafted the smoothest pattern
Felt on me like silk
And so
We
***
!Gen-er-rate-ed!
***
Electricity
***
!Together!
These poems were actually part of a never ending word play in 2013. The 7 parts are my comments, the writer I was writing with has some pretty great responses also and can be viewed at the link below. I am always looking for ways to keep this blog alive and what better way than to dig up archives from 2013!
Midday waits on a still noon
Winter
Covering only
Me
And you
Sired to a glaciers wall
We become one with nature
All over our bodies
Snow flakes fall
You blew life into my mane
And kept garland growing inside my small animal brain
And so
Here we are
Me
And you
Being cared for
~~~
!Together!
!Together!
These poems were actually part of a never ending word play in 2013. The 7 parts are my comments, the writer I was writing with has some pretty great responses also and can be viewed at the link below. I am always looking for ways to keep this blog alive and what better way than to dig up archives from 2013!
Light lily’s breeze through his buildings
Turning his mouth cotton candy
Was a moon to me that exhaled my essence?
With laughter
From embarrassment
Or
From an hour glass
Timeless image
Faded photograph
That blew butterflies thru my frame
And sat me on pipes thrusting pulsed between my brains
Not even the roughest twister
Can tame
His hurricane
That paints
A picture
Of Her
If I could sculpt myself a tear
I’d make it audible
Allowing even the deaf to hear
***
If I could sculpt myself a tear
I’d paint it purple
Signifying royalty
And make all the blue disappear
***
If I could sculpt myself a tear
I’d relinquish loneliness
And mix this liquid with a prayer
***
If I could sculpt myself a tear
I’d give it an automatic reset
So that it would never be in need of repair
***
If I could sculpt myself a tear
I would never create it
Cold
And salty
Like
This wicked world
"Call these prayer groups Jesus to Mankind and leave the rest to Me." - Monday, September 3rd, 2012 @ 10:08
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