Bantering with Octagons

[Guest]

 

[Jim_Henson]

Space, and time would be nice too

 

[Dillinger]

Hysterical peckerheads dance with ignorant marshmallows while trying to find their feet. Now that would be a feat. Yowza.

Space, the feeling juice... These are the bantering voyages of the octagon thread.

 

[perks]

that marshmallow pillow clenched tightly in my arms as I mourn the loss of what never was. My candy dreams fluid as I let you drip from my mouth, my fingertips. I saw her coat herself in your chocolate, your eyes staring at me, knowing, seeing me and turning away anyway, because of my ringpop and my peeps. I wanted your lollipop, no I wanted your treasure chest, and all I got was a crunch.

 

[DannyBoyUK]

As a child lollipops were always something that all the other kids used to get on the way home from school and not me - those and Heinz spaghetti rings (tinned)

 

[perks]

I sucked a lollipop once, his name was chameleon, he tasted of candy, but the molting turned me off.

 

[Druzhok]

I don't get it. Am I supposed to make fun of everyone?

 

[DannyBoyUK]

Chameleons are fortunate - I wish that blending into everyday life could be that easy

 

[perks]

easy like blue smeared across the sky, whipping clouds like a Domme with a naughty leatherboy. Sounds like a good night in my dreams.

 

[DannyBoyUK]

".....like a patient etherised upon a table...." as T.S. Eliot said about "the evening spread out against the sky" - that line always carries such beauty, both poetically and symbolically

 

[Dillinger]

Patience is a virtue, especially when breaking in an octagon virgin. Banter might come easy to most, but dada is a mindset, a way of life, a way of being, its a stream of consciousness flowing from your unconscious from the past to the future and wrapping back here to the present.

I got some nice presents on my birthday. They were shiny.

 

[DannyBoyUK]

And birthdays were the one time when we used to be able to be naughty and hopefully nobody would make fun of you - there were toffee-apples to hand around to all your friends and the excitement of looking at the one extra candle on the cake blocked out the realisation that one day you would no longer want the number to increase

 

[sigh]

shiny gifts
like aluminum pans
twirling in a summer breeze
from strings over garden treasures
their mirrored surfaces glinting in sunbeams

jay and squirrel and raccoon run
well, not the coon 'cause he only comes at night
when the glinting is over
and the tomatoes are sweet
and the nasty humans are sleeping

there are coons dancing arm in arm
and rolling in the cabbages
nibbling onions as they wonder
why the moon is so much cooler than the sun

and i wonder too
only not about that

my wonders are more profound...i think

 

[Jim_Henson]

Your wonders are wonderful
Mine are divine
Wednesday is the holiest day
True love shines
All corners of the globe
All dreams lead back
On the one true path

Follow the yellow brick road

 

[sigh]

the yellow brick road is a floating dream of
hotcakes dripping with syrup
where a pat of butter is melting slowly
while a bowl of chilled berries waits patiently to one side

a fly eyes the stack from across the room
and comes flying lazily over
so you shoo him away
but flies never stay shooed
have you noticed that?

berries smooshed across my skin
staining me a beautiful dark shade of red
painting myself with fingertips
in streaks and swirls of sweetness

the tiny seeds get lodged, though
in the oddest of places
so i had to shower
before they sprouted

 

[cybergirly]

Sprouts need a good spring shower in order to grow, to blossom, to bloom. Daisy spring up in the fall, as leaves begin to whither. The days pass so quickly, I have no idea where the time got to.

 

[Dillinger]

Daisy daisy quite contrary how does your hard on grow? With pornography and chilled berries twiling by the side of the yellow brick road. Goodbye. Goodbye.

 

[DannyBoyUK]

When the scarecrow advised Dorothy which path to take at the fork in the road, was it not representative of the choices we all have to make in life ? Where would the other road have led ? Did the ageing Dorothy ever wonder what friends she would have made if she had gone the other way ?

 

[Dillinger]

DOROTHY!!! Now you go feed those hogs before they worry themselves into anemia! Wait a minute, Fellows. I was just thinking. I really don't want to see the Wizard this much. I'd better wait for you outside. I could while away the hours conversing with the flowers consultin' with the rain and perhaps I'd deserve you/and be even worthy erv you if I only had a brain.

 

[sigh]

wandering wizards wanted
spells needed
all kinds

 

[rubymyst]

"Remember the shaman when he used to say woman is the dream of the dolphin"

Cast your spell in the province of connected minds,
what the network believes to be true,
either is true
or becomes true
in the network's mind there are no limits

 

[DannyBoyUK]

Making a connection and ceasing to feel like an isolated vegetable, perhaps with a chance of becoming not a tin man but one of the mightiest iron in the universe.

 

[Dillinger]

Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards: it makes them soggy and hard to light.

 

[Jim_Henson]

Dont meddle with muppets either, apparentally they aren't even close to just being felt.

Falling away from me

 

[Debbie]

Sipping at simply wicked blue margarita's whilst supping on steak and salsa and silently laughing at scintillating conversation can cause severe stitch.