Bantering with Octagons

[freescorfr]

Double the helix and twist away, unique and exquisite soul. Be as you are in antiparallell orientation, soft siren, worthy being.

 

[sigh]

sirens of the ogtagons
gathering here

black bird & tortoise & freescorf
dillinger & sigh & cym

dancing to the tune of words
on a page
that drift so easily

perky & dhalgren & foxinson & greeneyedgirl & lucy sally daniel
camille & debbiexxx & azwed & littledevilwithahalo

sway to the music
a symphony of geometry
my feet must move
and my heart too

svedish chef & jimi6996 & lavender & impetus & ginny & rainbow bright
alexandraaah & sexyness & enchanted & mechablade
hamlettmaschine & mischka & wiggles & bigrednz

a swirl of a place
a smile every day
a wink, a nod, a whisper

gnufi poppets & erosman & pabloback & luscious lioness & lukkyknight
morninggirl5 & kotori & laurel & simply devine
vinny & bluespoke & scylis & stiphy

thanks

 

[GreenEyedGirl]

And octagon of Sirens, singing the breezes into life, filling the island with swirls of geometric symphonies. Floating amongst the flotsom and jetsom, tempting the unwary, harbouring love and death.

 

[MechaBlade]

Does anyone want some Flem juice? My hand is out, but my cup runneth over.

 

[sigh]

juicy vagina dripping after sex
thighs slick with exudates
skin atremble with after-shudders

opening my eyes at last to meet my lover's
she smiles a wet-faced smile
we kiss
and thrash
and start again


thrust away at life's goodness
giddy with desire
find your heart
who needs a sleeve?
wear it upon your naked flesh

 

[freescorfr]

A sleeve full of plenary indulgences
Sold by scoundrels,
Bought by lovers to redeem their sin of loving.
Triumph love, triumph my love,
Gaudete, Gaude te. Gaudi,
Carve cathedrals from our bodies.
Let tenderness commence.

 

[GreenEyedGirl]

Triumph over tenderness, and yet the celebration falls flat.
Wandering into the tent, Pandora holds Hope by the hand as the dissemination commences. If only she had crossed her legs and kept the box closed.

 

[heterotic]

Polyhedrons in the mist
triangles square off with a twist
dodecahedrons split and kissed
The mighty circle can't be missed

 

[sigh]

circles in the mist
lost in time
stones jutting to mark the ages
see the sun's rise

druids dance within a circle
far older than they
melding into the landscape they cherish
finding comfort in oaken boughs
or laurel wreaths
and holly

 

[freescorfr]

Dance in the mandela and cast a Rollright spell,
At dawn.

Join in joyful recreation, re-create our dreams.

Take care of what inhabits you
It may one day be real.

Journeys of understanding do not have specified destinations.

 

[GreenEyedGirl]

Inhabiting recreation, dreaming of a spell to release the gloaming that encircles my wings.
Create, dessimate, recreate.
It's all the same, and it's all Greek.

 

[freescorfr]

Bound to the mast, the sirens' song is beckoning
Release is no liberty.
The mariners have waxy ears.
Parthenope is not waving, all at sea,
'till washed up on the naples shore.

 

[sigh]

wax in son's ears
thick and dark
q-tip swirls and it's gone


lash me to your mast
play the siren's song
let my lust for them overwhelm me


beware the whirlpool

 

[Impetus]

I pretend not to originate from morbid unknownities, but the wickedness keeps pulling me through holes I've never seen. Unable. Completely unwilling and unable, with all I've seen and touched, licking around the outside, You'd think winds would be less like the Horry Netherworlds they are. They're not.

-I

 

[sigh]

pulled through a hole of flesh
an opening
a window

pass through to a world of light and air
of laughing children
and bright streams of green

fairies, where do you fly?

 

[freescorfr]

Fairies in moonlight mercurial
Like flying fish flashing silver blue
Dolphins kill the tuna - school play.
Nature's games, herds and flocks of cruelty;
intimate we can tender be: your you, my me.

 

[GreenEyedGirl]

Macrocosmic melancholy, mercurial outpourings of a manic mind needing, wanting, desiring flesh and touch and warmth and love. Feeling numb, responding to stimuli like Pavlov's dog, drooling at the sight of the flashing object. Desensitized sensitivity of the soul. Dreaming of fingers and hands and arms and lips and toes and soft.

 

[Debbie]

Dashing, devilish, debonaire Dillinger, doing a dervish dance, dodges dangerously daintily debbiexxx.

 

[freescorfr]

Drooling over debbi, Dilly. Dainty like a movie. Lightness, laughter, giggles, fun, amusing scripts to chant enchantments. Allegro as an overture. Better light a candle for the second act.

 

[sigh]

candlelight flickers across shadowed stone walls
a tapestry hangs heavy across the night
chill airs seeps through open window
in the bed huddles the family

a knife
a flash
an apple cored in candlelight
muffled crunch awakens the smallest
to share the midnight treat

and he drools as he chews
and it dribbles off his chin

 

[freescorfr]

The smallest awareness of dribbling transmutes itself into consciousness, awakening at dawn, hand on the rising staff, a personal parousia, this language isolate. Unwelcome solitude.

 

[GreenEyedGirl]

Transmutated consciousness arises from the deep, pulls itself, hand over claw from the rabbit hole it slumbered in while the real world partied on. No longer welcoming of solitude, it steals into the minds of men, feeding on the meat therein.

 

[tortoise]

the best marmalade I ever had
I found in a deep dark rabbit hole
the stuff you find in stores ain't half bad
but it's lacking in savor and soul

 

[Impetus]

[I *love* this thread!]

Marco!

Into shaped, it has been placed, munched a little so it's not so warm...vented, vented *carefully* you have no inkling at all, dangerous, that. I'd be taller, more brutish, but it wouldn't help anyone. I'd use arm upon arm, left to the bottom, and strain to lift it even a single inch. Failure, it would seem, is an option.

Polo!

-I

 

[freescorfr]

Brutish savourless soul within this shell,
Can nobody see through? Mollusc marmalade.
The prince, the hermit-crab, will pinch a kiss,
revealing soft the treasures lying within.
The pearls and living flesh.