poetry by other people....

[Glorious Amok]

Night in Kalapa

This time it happened –
I was caught in a thunderstorm
I spun and twirled
I was dizzy, I was happy
I was caught off guard.
This whirlwind caught my heart
At just the right moment.

I needed this, I wanted this.
I needed everything to fall apart
Like feathers from a pillow
Tossed high into the sky.
Everything came falling down,
Gliding on a breeze caught in its own time –
Energy that could not be measured.

Comet shoots across my existence.
This wonderful force does not know where it will go.
I need things to fall apart
I want things to fall apart.
All through time, all through the day
I have held on and held on tight.
Now everything has fallen apart.

The sun and the moon know how to fall apart.
Spring knows how to be summer
Autumn leaves know how to fall down.
Can I be like the seasons
And know that falling apart
Is the movement of time,
The movement of life?

I have not given up,
I have simply woken up.
This burst of energy
That I cannot contain in my being
Wants to hug something
It wants to twirl and spin

It wants mayhem.
I am mayhem.
I am claustrophobia self-liberated,
Hesitation with a friend called fathomlessness.
I am that smile
That shines across the sky.
If you look up, you will see me
And fall apart.

-- by Sakyong Mipham

[stilltrucking]

I deleted one here because it was not about other people's poetry
it had more to do with the breasts on your avatar
An emotional storm has passed thru me
the ozone brought tears to my eyes
Now Eye sits in the center

[Glorious Amok]

you do realize doncha truck, that those are not actually MY breasts?

i mean, you do ... right?

it's just a cartoon. of a make-believe lady. you know that, doncha?

[stilltrucking]

yeah you are right I should use more emoticons, did I do a good enough descripion of Opus wiht those huge feet in bandages from the silicne implatnts

No I have no idea what your breasts look like but I like tha photo of you that was up there in your avatar spot. Such a sweet looking woman,

I like the painting with cigarette too, SP had a roomie at smith who lived in the house were the bohemian girls lived. I wish she had a stayed there with brownie. Pure Joanie the Jar. Esther was disgusted.

you way out here in the boonies only 15 hits, that must be why you love it here so much, I know I do, don't have to deal with super stars.