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THE MYTH
Posted: February 2nd, 2010, 2:22 am
by hester_prynne
In black fleece hooded cape
I trudge brokenhearted,
past THE MYTH.
Kiss my ass Zeus!
And yo! Venus I say!
Get over your damn self!!!!
Up ahead
the moon lights a snowy
slippery path.
A shiver,
gets stuck in my spine.
A signpost,
shaped like a cheshire grin reads:
What's next little girl?
What's next?
Posted: February 2nd, 2010, 12:07 pm
by Arcadia
oh... those signs!! wild hood...!!! enjoyed!!
Posted: February 26th, 2010, 10:53 pm
by mnaz
Yes, kiss my ass, Zeus. Dig?
What's next is to get past it. Be the master of your myth, and it, not the master of you. Or something like that...
Posted: February 26th, 2010, 11:12 pm
by judih
phat myth city
illusions are so last year
clarity hangs out like a bright sunny day
Posted: February 27th, 2010, 2:17 pm
by panta rhei
hest, this poem is a video clip
in minor heavy metal chord.
dig it!!
Posted: February 28th, 2010, 4:05 pm
by mtmynd
i hear the wail of an old, tarnished trombone in the background.
Posted: February 28th, 2010, 4:51 pm
by theirishsea
Short but strong. A poem with attitude. But vulnerable.
Posted: March 1st, 2010, 1:20 pm
by sweetwater
the moon lights a slippery snowy path
great line
Posted: March 5th, 2010, 9:48 am
by SmileGRL
exactly...what R u doing in my head miss hes???
Posted: March 6th, 2010, 1:20 pm
by saw
what's next is what keeps us interested, ha.....i like the way you receive your messages.....astral -fairytale-mythologically ...cool !
Posted: March 6th, 2010, 2:52 pm
by mb
cool, wrapping it up with the ageless open question.
Venus is over-rated anyhow. Diana's ever-helpful in the hunt for what's next.
-mb