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butters
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in the shower
steaming worlds
moans that spill and run
parted lips
oh
parted lips
passion plays
small deaths and resurrections
calderas bubble
get a grip
inthrust of explosive magma
triggers deep crust tremors
imminent collapse
a naming of names
steaming worlds
moans that spill and run
parted lips
oh
parted lips
passion plays
small deaths and resurrections
calderas bubble
get a grip
inthrust of explosive magma
triggers deep crust tremors
imminent collapse
a naming of names
HarryHill
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..
7:15
And all intentions are changed with the giving,
swept away like sweat in the shower
beads of perspiration become rivulets
salty streams licked away
again and again
100 laps around the track
up hill and vale, the small of back
insane love/lust, maddening passion
found at the juncture of hip and trunk
that gentle swell where words fail
and primal rut takes over
voices become gibberish
utterances of nonsense
understood clearly, as blood pounds
senses reel and become blind
for one golden moment
then breath comes again, eyes focus
tangled bodies on twisted sheets
and then a voice
again.
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Oh, you two.
10:41
Beyond the door
(I know)
Anchored together
Swaying, pulsing
Bending, not breaking
Warmth at the core
And the beginning of things
Beautiful
10:45
butters
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that's so cool, tsotha! nicely doneOh, you two.
10:41
Beyond the door
(I know)
Anchored together
Swaying, pulsing
Bending, not breaking
Warmth at the core
And the beginning of things
Beautiful
10:45
When Harry said words were stones
I thought the idea plausible,
didn't understand
till I went to write
nothing
sprang fourth,
scrabbling and mining for words,
casting aside anything not precious
gems, seeking gold, back aching labour
pick axe rise
pick axe fall
I find nothing, I stall,
fall short on desire,
mired in muck,
just sat here stuck,
in a pile of gravel,
staring at a mountain that will
only mine
nothing.
I thought the idea plausible,
didn't understand
till I went to write
nothing
sprang fourth,
scrabbling and mining for words,
casting aside anything not precious
gems, seeking gold, back aching labour
pick axe rise
pick axe fall
I find nothing, I stall,
fall short on desire,
mired in muck,
just sat here stuck,
in a pile of gravel,
staring at a mountain that will
only mine
nothing.
Tsotha
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that's so cool, tsotha! nicely done
Thank you, m'am!
Oh?
Isn't it tragic
That one man's mountain
Is another man's treasure?
Nevermind, keep digging
'Till the digging is done
And then start again
Just for pleasure
HarryHill
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but still you built something with the stones you had. something
A dung hut, is still a dung hut
HarryHill
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fertilizer, ToddyA dung hut, is still a dung hut
butters
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take the plainest stone
its dull exterior
pitted, nondescript
tumble it in water, in sand
erode its camouflage
reveal the wonders
striations, layerings of colour
like cosmic winds stirring milky space-clouds
everything that glisters, tod...
take the plainest stone
unveil it
are you from Moria?Thank you, m'am!
Oh?
Isn't it tragic
That one man's mountain
Is another man's treasure?
Nevermind, keep digging
'Till the digging is done
And then start again
Just for pleasure
we should keep this n00b
Tsotha
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are you from Moria?
we should keep this n00b
Not even close. Alas, dwarves don't do much wordcrafting.
butters
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so you're kind of tall?Not even close. Alas, dwarves don't do much wordcrafting.
ah, there're always the exceptions. and sometimes hammer is a very useful word.
so you're kind of tall?
ah, there're always the exceptions. and sometimes hammer is a very useful word.
like when chipping the
chaff away from the
core of polished marble
to reveal the beauty
within the stone.
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platitudes how rudeEven a gem can be improved.
butters
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the attitude of platitude
an altitude of aptitude
brought low
wasted
oh
such sweet sore
rows
Tsotha
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A sudden slope,
a sudden turn
A way to see, a way to act
A way to amuse, to enact?
To risk, to gamble?
To dance, to compete?
To give latitude, breadth? Breath?
Succor? Sustenance?
Fun?
Please excuse the noob's blunder.
Even a gem can be improved.
best way to improve a gem,
place it between lush breasts
then you have an excuse for
staring
butters
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blunder? no
for after all
we're all about
the poet-tree
as above, so below
roots and branches
soil and sky
that digging down
that reaching . . . high
our drug of choice
our wild tumescence
to find the words
distil their essence
n00bishness is not a sin
with each new right
we turn
again
*snerk*
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*Eyes flic to smithpeter, then look elsewhere* 11:57
..
? Would you teach me to dance,
to move with such grace and style
words spinning around, counter spinning
shaft of fire, my burning need
to step as light as you?
..
A Pause
..
*Harry looks at the words, pleased with the duality, then sees a possible connection to a third occurring theme ...of dreams*
*Eyes crinkle, a laugh*
Yes I would; no, I'm not finished,
there's more to say, hours left in the day
not enough to spill my thoughts upon the page
*Glances at the curtains covering blue cleaned windows
ready for the spring*
but then words run away, hide under stones
and I would dance across them as she does
searching the flotsam on the shore,
climbing a boulder, looking at the sea
breaking...
12:43
..
? Would you teach me to dance,
to move with such grace and style
words spinning around, counter spinning
shaft of fire, my burning need
to step as light as you?
..
A Pause
..
*Harry looks at the words, pleased with the duality, then sees a possible connection to a third occurring theme ...of dreams*
*Eyes crinkle, a laugh*
Yes I would; no, I'm not finished,
there's more to say, hours left in the day
not enough to spill my thoughts upon the page
*Glances at the curtains covering blue cleaned windows
ready for the spring*
but then words run away, hide under stones
and I would dance across them as she does
searching the flotsam on the shore,
climbing a boulder, looking at the sea
breaking...
12:43
butters
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stand tall on that boulder
wind in your hair
arms flung wide
embrace the sky
shout your laugh
i'm smiling wide as the sea
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..2:01
stand tall on that boulder
wind in your hair
arms flung wide
embrace the sky
shout your laugh
i'm smiling wide as the sea
It's cold up on that boulder and a little nippy here
but for sure that winds a tangling all the growth I have up there
I'm leaning on the sky a la Dicaprio
shouting at the smiling sea
words only heard by thee.
2:22
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