tell me your stories
chasm wide, sea deep
float your days on rafts of sorrow
let the barges of pain and love collide
in open water
it is the purpose of the porpoise
it is Shark Week on the Discovery Channel
living things have stories to tell
except for Sharknado 6
that's just plain stupid
unless your just okay
with Tara Reid getting a speaking part
but let me not digress too far
Tell, your story to someone
all jokes aside
maybe someone at the bus stop
it's perfect...two strangers...that will never
see each other again saying something personal
it's not for the squeamish
to open up...to listen....to encourage whatever
two more stories
into the Great Collective Consciousness ( the GCC )
two more pieces in the Grand Jigsaw ( the GJ )
but never do it in the elevator
that's just too weird, some things must remain sacred
that uncomfortable silence between floors
that uncomfortable silence between floors
that uncomfortable silence between floors
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
Re: that uncomfortable silence between floors
or at the urinal - the Code of Silence must be observed.
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"Falsehood flies, the Truth comes limping after it." - Jonathan Swift, ca. 1710
"Falsehood flies, the Truth comes limping after it." - Jonathan Swift, ca. 1710
Re: that uncomfortable silence between floors
It's a manly thing to do!
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Re: that uncomfortable silence between floors
I do not claim any knowledge of urinals or diligence
Around sacred spaces such as manliness
However my female flower was about to pollinate after the first paragraph
Then: we’ll something changes
Perhaps that great feeling when you grab your nuts and write
How we got into the bathroom from there
I’m not quite sure
My flower has wilted
That is my story
About that sacred penis
I miss you - before viagra and cocaine
When rock and roll was so insane
There just did not seem to be a whole lot of pain
Hedonistic and wild
I love this poem- but something is not quite true
For in that consciousness - flowing river
There is a sacred cave
Light comes through the ceiling
And somehow we are reeling with energy
The wheezing interrupted my moment
Temporary costumes- for what you crave
Words show themselves like scraps of paper
Blowing in the desert wind
Around sacred spaces such as manliness
However my female flower was about to pollinate after the first paragraph
Then: we’ll something changes
Perhaps that great feeling when you grab your nuts and write
How we got into the bathroom from there
I’m not quite sure
My flower has wilted
That is my story
About that sacred penis
I miss you - before viagra and cocaine
When rock and roll was so insane
There just did not seem to be a whole lot of pain
Hedonistic and wild
I love this poem- but something is not quite true
For in that consciousness - flowing river
There is a sacred cave
Light comes through the ceiling
And somehow we are reeling with energy
The wheezing interrupted my moment
Temporary costumes- for what you crave
Words show themselves like scraps of paper
Blowing in the desert wind
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
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