Isolated Poetry Blurt

now, too late, they're mentioning the "skull and crossbones" society that has been intent on a new world order.

i theoretically could be in favor of the idea, if i believed in 'order' at all.

have a nice sleep.

/tom
 
i don't come here nearly as often as i should or read as much as i'd like
not enough hours, always too many other pies to finger :rose:
 
sophieloves said:
always too many other pies to finger :rose:

I have GOT to remember that phrase. It's excellent.

isolated blurt:

EVE'S FEET ARE WAY SEXY. I hope there ARE three of them. The more the better. Hell, I hope she's got six or seven feet, so we can all share.

bj
 
to find comfort
in the
adulation
seems
far too
seductive an out...

yes.
you are as wonderful
as you will
allow yourself to believe.

i
believe in the
validity of the
ditchdigger...

whole heart:

there is no greater than...
 
I am immensely and intensely grateful at this moment. I have experienced many things. My life has been no better nor worse than anyone's. But right now, despite the finger injury and many other stupid little crises and pains, I realize once again that I am privileged and honored. The man I love is recuperating, the child I lost is with me even now, saving the world, the work I bleed for helps many people, and the people I love love me back. What more can I ask of this life? I walk in this gratitude, and it is a thing no one can take from me.

Here's the List:
1. food
2. shoes
3. a place to lay my head when I am tired
4. at least one person who gives a shit whether I live or die.

Check. Everything else is frosting, and the frosting covers my world. I am astounded by the generosity of the universe.

Blessings. May they be showered on all things and all people, if I have anything at all to say about it.
 
I realized this year that to be thankful for the gifts we're given, even when it seems so much has been taken away, is to stand in the doorway to grace.

It's wonderful to have found the true meaning of saying "grace" before dinner.
 
a head and body full of virus means i shouldn't be posting. soupy thoughts, viscous, congealed...
 
neonurotic said:
What's with this post in that thread? The dancing nanas in the sig line annoys me.

[/grumpy]
To dance with the nanas means you're at odds with your skin. The doctor will slip on out when he's overripened.
 
I'd take a picture of what today looks like this morning, but all there would be to see was a wet woolen blanket. I'm cold. Someone needs to lift it and let the sun cuddle in.
 
neonurotic said:
I'd take a picture of what today looks like this morning, but all there would be to see was a wet woolen blanket. I'm cold. Someone needs to lift it and let the sun cuddle in.
With ice as gripping as prehensile digits on hands that find a thawing place
against your skin, between your thighs; my fingers glissade in
beneath flinching limbs and there pinched in folded
joints to warm until together, thawed and soft we're molded
like tango dancers captured on a canvas and my toes
become edible; to be held between teeth, the classic rose.
 
champagne1982 said:
With ice as gripping as prehensile digits on hands that find a thawing place
against your skin, between your thighs; my fingers glissade in
beneath flinching limbs and there pinched in folded
joints to warm until together, thawed and soft we're molded
like tango dancers captured on a canvas and my toes
become edible; to be held between teeth, the classic rose.
Adore you. You made a poem out of my whine. :rose:
 
I want to write, uh, couplets with Bijou.

Heroic ones er not. I'll take my chances. :)




Now remember, self, to breathe in pentameter: uh UH uh UH uh UH uh UH uh UH. Annnnd rest.

And now again:
 
After 3000 years...

we find that King Tut was a normal dorky teen, he had buck teeth.
 
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