Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

plumage on a dark disk of neverland

empty bottles speak volumes
of yesterdays dreams
yet leave in their wake
waves of regret

words were spilled
thoughts digested as
the mind circles ideas
as vultures await death

the freshest kill
the most rewarding
as we gargle away
the memories waiting
upon the vacant cliffs

our cherished charms
screeching thru a sunlit void
below perpetrate the ingrate
the decisiveness has split
the rainbow into sheets of
wonderland’s pages soft footed,

the reminders talk of pasts
delaying images that portend
the coming of souls negativity
breaking ceremoniously the chalice
that once touched the lips of pain
core embellishments rooster
their approvals as homer roars
his name begat, begat, begotten...

mtmynd

roar homer roar!....gimme some of dat begat

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it all happened as quickly as it began
when the circumference of life returns
the beginnings once lost now found
and that blessed circle brings about
unforgettable dizziness ... stop it!

i offended my self and those echoes
from some distant past, dust covered,
stacked like two-by-fours, askew you
askew me, as livermore acres delivers
whatever the hell their good for today.

a torrent of gratitude tilted delicately
upon the precarious ledge of boredom
driving the cherished principles of life
torn from ancient texts illegible to the eye
but the friggin' mind..! translate this!

how can desperation be so cruel when homer
still insists on being remembered 850 years passed
... an instant in the life of a memory that groans
and whistles thru gapped teeth, chipped by time
to never chew the proverbial fat with antiquity
we invent out of turmoil today's humbug buzz

bzzzz.... bzzzz... bzzz..... deliverance in an echo

[with an mtmynd...]

like a homer flying out of the park....begat, begat, begotten....she's outta here !

nice romp through the mind....through time.....the journey can be complicated