Bantering with Octagons

[Dillinger]

Do not meddle with metal or Pink Floyd when they're composing obscure movie soundtracks in the clouds. For that matter I highly recommend not sipping liquid metal which can cause considerably more damage than just a severe stitch. However, there are times when it is appropriate to put the pedal to the metal.

 

[Jim_Henson]

Brilliant Dill.

Get your motor running, get out on the higway, dont drive 4 hours with a rtrailer then get home to psyco screaming kids, and othe family types.

God help them all, god kill them all

 

[TheDR4KE]

flower power olympics

daffodilathlon
tuliprowing
rosejump

and to keep to the theme, the designers of gold silver and bronze have put the petals on the medals.






Quack

 

[cybergirly]

My foot always slips off the medals on the petals, makes it very difficult to drive while pushing the bike. I much prefer the subway anyway, certain am I to always be able to watch the people watching the dancers.

 

[sigh]

watch the dancers to a slow song of passing
and wonder why it hurts so much
just music and sliding fingers,
tapping feet and a wink
and then it's over
once more
one last
time

flights of fancy are for the wicked
i'd rather roll downhill than dive off the eternal sphinx

 

[TheDR4KE]

pass the dancers on a downhill roll

bane of rhythm
terror of melody

concentration and focus
a distraught cocktail

the sphinx couldn't keep still
with those legs walking past





_

 

[Dillinger]

Anyway the wind blows it tends to blow in the wind. Like that's a fucking answer or something. The answer seems to me to be more in the way you move, just something in the way you move. It attracts me like so many dancers in the dark rolling downhill on the river. Yeah, I like it hard.

 

[Jim_Henson]

Any more singing from you old R and I'll have to spank your ass with my stick.

And then you will really know the answer.

42.

 

[sigh]

42 lines on a speckled mirror shard
a rolled up bill and six shots of cheap tequila
gonna be a damn long night

dancing to crystalline shrieks
screaming my soul to the wind
as blood streams out my nostrils
i taste its metallic hardness
and wrinkle my eyes at the salt of it

the scent of a razor
slicing hairs
chewing foil
nails dragging over slate
cat claws scrabbling across a marble floor

when the sun rises
i'm looking for a gun

 

[Dillinger]

For the lack of a gun the sun was born. Born free as the wind blows. Born in crystaline mirrored shrieks of heavy metal kids. I was born to synthesize, visions rise before your eyes. Behind your old blue eyes.

 

[TheDR4KE]

And don't it make those blue eyes
Turn brown again
like earth beneath the sea
rising, coming up,
thrusting into the wetness,
through it and out
towards Dawn's sweet breath.
(She's such a harlot)

 

[sigh]

the harlot spreads her legs
and in he crawls
dipping deep
spending seed
fouling himself for a shudder and a wiping up

me, i'll spread my legs too
but no money please
just call me your sweetie
and kiss me softly
and make sure the tub is hot and filled with bubbles

life's little complications
aren't worth the while it takes to time them away

 

[Jim_Henson]

You take me away
A time and place
Essence eternal
The human race
I'm alone with you
And filled byy your love

The stars envelope me
The kisses from above
I dream dream, then awake again
Its a hard one this love
I'll do anything for you again

 

[sigh]

it's a hard one
this love

aches come easily when your guard is down
they slide in
like hot oil
sizzing away your skin
and when you're naked to the pain
they roll you in cacti

god, that sucks

 

[rubymyst]

i know i know it sucks not to pick up from the previous thread..
i just had to share this with you all..not an original ..

Ballad of the Octagon

Once there was an Octagon
In love, so it would seem;
For when the Circle girl came 'round
His face, oh, it would beam!

The Circle girl was curved all over
Uniformly, everywhere!
No rough corners could be found;
If there were he wouldn't care.

Then one day he saw the girl
walking with a Square!
"How can you do that?" he said,
He said, "How could you dare?"

"Look," she said, "for it is simple.
A regular polygon is he.
His sides are great, his angles right,
He's full of symmetry."

"But you," she said, "just look at you!
Your sides are all the same.
Your angles, though, are all messed up ---
Go hang your head in shame!"

As he left that fateful day
He said, "That Square will flop!
I'll be a regular Octagon
So at me he'll have to stop!"

He pumped, he pushed, he stretched, he pulled,
He walked, he jogged, he ran;
He got himself in shape again
To carry out his plan.

Then he saw her once again,
He thought, "This will be fun!"
"Look at me now," he said with pride,
"Look at what I've done!"

"You are much better," said the girl,
"Much better than the Square!
But you're still not the best around,
To Parallelogram you can't compare."

"Beating him," she said, "you cannot do,
To try is of no use;
He has two angles, so, a, cute,
But yours are so obtuse."

He walked away even before
The words had left her lips;
But disappointment didn't last long ---
That night he met Ellipse.

 

[sigh]

ellipse was curved in a stretchy way
that was just right to him
for compared to that silly circle
sweet ellipse she looked so slim

and as for square, who cares, he says
for square's a square no doubt
and octagon has a rakish look
while square is boringly stout

 

[Dillinger]

Set the controls for the heart of the squared circle. Jerk n' roll. Everybody is a star. Everybody flops and mops. Top. Bottom. Big Bottom. Spinal Tap.

 

[Black_Bird]

At the bottom of each lightning bolt you find
Twelve angry moneys toking up on some
peppermint leaves.

I smell sex and candy.

 

[perks]

OH gawd, that angry monkey candy smell again?
you have to drink the other tea, the one with the mercury in it. You'll like the hats. I'll send you a postcard about it. A green one.

 

[sigh]

angry monkeys settle high within the boughs of their tree
reaching in ever increasing futility
for the stars

laugh at them
see the wind mock their cries
follow the seed as it wonders how it's to find
fertile ground amongst all this stone
and blowing ash

touch me so that i can shiver
switch me on so that i can dance
let loose the cannons of my desire
for i wish to fuck
fuck
fuck
the night away

 

[cymbidia]

The night glitters, glows, a thousand spots of white decry the endless black and i smile cuz all is good, all is right, all is as it has to be to enable the continued exansion of the universe in this reality.

 

[Dillinger]

Reality is hot monkey love cat's paw paw claw politians funeral pyre for a friend in need is a friend who hasn't peed.

 

[sigh]

peeing in a yellow stream
upon the earth
in a wood
where the leaves lie in mouldering piles
and the scent is so....
earthy

bubbling stream rushes downward, from mountain's top
to the valley far below
my pee now will rush with it
someday
when it leaches through the soil to join the waters

golden eagle soaring high
is it male? i wonder as i squat
if so, does the sight of a human female peeing
please it somehow?


some things are better off unanswered
some questions are best not to be asked

 

[Jim_Henson]

Dont ask, dont tell
I did, and was put in hell
I'm out the other side
Path is clear
And you are still
Beside me dear
Anytime
You are near
A better day
Does appear

I love you so much
i love your touch
i love your smell
Your taste
I love the curve of your waist

And if I die before I wake
I praise god for my love, awake

 

[cybergirly]

If I die before I wake, I prey for silence for silence sake. My head grows weary of the noice, even though I sit in a silent void. I hear nothing and everything all at once, conspiring to drive me insane. Wishing, hoping, preying that everyone would shut the fuck up.