"The Sands of Time are falling"
"The Sands of Time are falling"
falling
"from your fingers and your thumb"
I found the emptiness
buried up to its neck in stench
I wallowed there awhile
Jam it alone
Live it alone
Go it alone
Leave it alone
Go
I've got this stupid voice
you know the kind
a cross between Gomer Pyle and
Bucky the Beaver -
My poetic voice -
Not my suave debonaire
delicately trained womanly voice
of reason
My poetic voice
It gets me into
and out of
trouble laughing
*************************************************************
Sometimes I can be the darkest of days
the sun shines on the surface
I waited as the timeless urge
overtook my imaginings
Wafting sands of time
Grit in my eyes
Waning
Super age of might
decrepid weary - fight
gone out of me
The last breath
my first breath
drawn steadily
**************************************************************
"She's 100 but she's wearing something tight"
Hey Leonard
I've finally grown up
deserted the baby stage
drifted into adult child
and here I'll stay
Now I concentrate on the flowers!
The shrivelled weed amid the rest
is the green thumb of regret
finally dying
************************************************************
There has been this
this nugget
this bud of
anger in me
waiting to flower
wanting to be free
It seethed quietly
and every now and again
would surface to breathe
Snuff it out
Reflame
Snuff it out
Reflame
fizzle
Just let it burn baby
No one cares
***********************************************************
Not every one can write like that
Darlin'
Not every one should
Too many voices
Too many ears
Too many ears
Too many voices
to satisfy
Churn churn
Don't let the worm
dictate the meal
***************************************************************
"Flowers for my December"
I think I would like to be remembered
in the words of a song
Refound
in the forgotten lines
of a favorite poem
I will remember you
as the quiet one
Who wouldn't say "SHIT"
though you frequently walked through it
betty boop flower child
rainbow flavored ashes
come home to my heart
stay awhile
**************************************************************
One dandelion seed
one tiny fluff of puffyness
stood out from all the rest
wafted slowly over
in a soft bee line
and settled on my nose
I smiled cross-eyed
and my spirit glowed
It's a small thing I suppose
to feel singled out
for special intimacies
Silly really
in this iceberg cold reality
(I apologize for the length of my vicissitude)
(I thank you for your time)
"from your fingers and your thumb"
I found the emptiness
buried up to its neck in stench
I wallowed there awhile
Jam it alone
Live it alone
Go it alone
Leave it alone
Go
I've got this stupid voice
you know the kind
a cross between Gomer Pyle and
Bucky the Beaver -
My poetic voice -
Not my suave debonaire
delicately trained womanly voice
of reason
My poetic voice
It gets me into
and out of
trouble laughing
*************************************************************
Sometimes I can be the darkest of days
the sun shines on the surface
I waited as the timeless urge
overtook my imaginings
Wafting sands of time
Grit in my eyes
Waning
Super age of might
decrepid weary - fight
gone out of me
The last breath
my first breath
drawn steadily
**************************************************************
"She's 100 but she's wearing something tight"
Hey Leonard
I've finally grown up
deserted the baby stage
drifted into adult child
and here I'll stay
Now I concentrate on the flowers!
The shrivelled weed amid the rest
is the green thumb of regret
finally dying
************************************************************
There has been this
this nugget
this bud of
anger in me
waiting to flower
wanting to be free
It seethed quietly
and every now and again
would surface to breathe
Snuff it out
Reflame
Snuff it out
Reflame
fizzle
Just let it burn baby
No one cares
***********************************************************
Not every one can write like that
Darlin'
Not every one should
Too many voices
Too many ears
Too many ears
Too many voices
to satisfy
Churn churn
Don't let the worm
dictate the meal
***************************************************************
"Flowers for my December"
I think I would like to be remembered
in the words of a song
Refound
in the forgotten lines
of a favorite poem
I will remember you
as the quiet one
Who wouldn't say "SHIT"
though you frequently walked through it
betty boop flower child
rainbow flavored ashes
come home to my heart
stay awhile
**************************************************************
One dandelion seed
one tiny fluff of puffyness
stood out from all the rest
wafted slowly over
in a soft bee line
and settled on my nose
I smiled cross-eyed
and my spirit glowed
It's a small thing I suppose
to feel singled out
for special intimacies
Silly really
in this iceberg cold reality
(I apologize for the length of my vicissitude)
(I thank you for your time)
I used to walk with my head in the clouds but I kept getting struck by lightning!
Now my head twitches and I drool alot. Anonymouse
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Now my head twitches and I drool alot. Anonymouse
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to the contrary mousy. Not long the line breaks do a nice job of separating. This I think is my favorite by you. It has a feminine feel to it coming out in a masculine voice...if that makes sense, it is meant as a compliment.
thought of sand particals in the first two lines. especially likes "Jam...Leave it alone Go" Then there is the silver tongue that would probably best serve a purpose melted. "Snuff it out, Reflame, fizzle" the light refusing to go out (just the way I looked at it). Yes it is nice to be singled out sometimes. I kind of got the impression of taking the time to smell the roses and appreciate their fragrence. Just me I suppose.
really enjoied this one.
love lots
Deb.
thought of sand particals in the first two lines. especially likes "Jam...Leave it alone Go" Then there is the silver tongue that would probably best serve a purpose melted. "Snuff it out, Reflame, fizzle" the light refusing to go out (just the way I looked at it). Yes it is nice to be singled out sometimes. I kind of got the impression of taking the time to smell the roses and appreciate their fragrence. Just me I suppose.
really enjoied this one.
love lots
Deb.
Re: "The Sands of Time are falling"
Jam it alone
Live it alone
Go it alone
Leave it alone
Go
Now I concentrate on the flowers!
The shrivelled weed amid the rest
is the green thumb of regret
finally dying
Snuff it out
Reflame
Snuff it out
Reflame
fizzle
Just let it burn baby
No one cares
I will remember you
as the quiet one
Who wouldn't say "SHIT"
though you frequently walked through it
betty boop flower child
rainbow flavored ashes
come home to my heart
stay awhile
one tiny fluff of puffyness
stood out from all the rest
mousey 1 is on a roll....
thanks for the ride!
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- Joined: October 24th, 2004, 12:29 pm
- Location: Oz or somepLace like Kansas
There has been this
this nugget
this bud of
anger in me
waiting to flower
wanting to be free
It seethed quietly
and every now and again
would surface to breathe
I may be a pretty poor excuse for a masculine voice but I agree AB.It has a feminine feel to it coming out in a masculine voice...if that makes sense, it is meant as a compliment.
The feminine feel is what makes it so personal to me. No mention of violence.
Mine would surface in violence. Jesus broke the wild horse in my heart. I don't go there, I leave it alone. I jam it.anger in me
Roll on mousey1
Your voice is a pleasure to listen to. So womanly.
thank you
Yup...
rolling it out like a pie crust
snuggly fitting the lid
sealing all the edges
cutting all the slits
it's all about the ventillation
oh
and perhaps some
titillation
Thank-you all for the reading and the excellent comments. I am swelled with happiness.
Slice of pie anyone.
Cherry pie.
No pits.
rolling it out like a pie crust
snuggly fitting the lid
sealing all the edges
cutting all the slits
it's all about the ventillation
oh
and perhaps some
titillation
Thank-you all for the reading and the excellent comments. I am swelled with happiness.
Slice of pie anyone.
Cherry pie.
No pits.
I used to walk with my head in the clouds but I kept getting struck by lightning!
Now my head twitches and I drool alot. Anonymouse
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Now my head twitches and I drool alot. Anonymouse
[img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/mousey1/shhhhhh.gif[/img]
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