Bantering with Octagons

[cymbidia]

Edge play.
Not new.
Not obtuse.
Perhaps an affiliation, perhaps an affliction.
Who can tell?

 

[ClaudiusMaximus]

Affle, funky apple
No worm
Flick the maggots with the edge of your finger
Round smooth hole
Cut it out knifewise
Tasty remainder

 

[TheCheshireCat]

Sweet chinging Orchids
Slap soft until the eve
Consider the color of noon
and compare one eye to undo

 

[Dillinger]

Whether henchmen get off on maggot orchids or not. That is the question.

Hell - what kind of fucking question is that?

Someone explain this thread to me?

 

[cymbidia]

no explanation is forthcoming.
never ever.
fucking scream for answers into the zinging pinging winging swinging (no! not that kind you pervert!) silence of the everlasting octogonal.

the more things change, the more they remain the same.

 

[ClaudiusMaximus]

A ball of thread from a distance is but a point, zero dimensional.
Get closer it becomes a torus of yarn, three dimensional.
Closer you see the line of thread, one dimensional.
Closer the thread becomes a cylinder, three dimensional.
What is dimension?

 

[Dillinger]

Its drinking night. No its not. Yes it is.

Maybe.

Scream. Never.

Maybe.

Yesterday.

Tomorrow.

No... wait.

No fuck that... don't wait.

Twilight zone dimesional portal with a cigar.

Smile.

 

[TheCheshireCat]

When it is reality, change your view
Cigar in hand is worth two in Cuba
Allow the think tank to express randomly
Did you learn?

 

[Guest]

smile.

 

[ClaudiusMaximus]

Time zone tank swim hourly
Down down through the dark deep waters
Underwater cigar, no humidor
Or fumidor, whichever is the latter

 

[Lancecastor]

no explanation is forthcoming.
never ever.
fucking scream for answers into the zinging pinging winging swinging (no! not that kind you pervert!) silence of the everlasting octogonal.

the more things change, the more they remain the same.

See kids, I told you Bush would destroy the planet.

 

[cymbidia]

sarcasm drips slightly, lightly, without pause or rhyme.
sans effect or affect and into the slime.
disappearing.
gone.

meanwhile
lips smile.
hearts lift.
worlds brush lightly, easily, with joy--again.

 

[Debbie]

Blood sucking sycophants
Suckling like mewling mutts
Buzzards encased in human form
Draining another like a vampire
Wrapped in their own desires
Soothed in others suffering
Taking all that they can, always
Returning nothing, stripping bare
Broken spirit and emotionless
They laugh as you struggle
Seeing the swirl into the gutter,
Like an eddy in the sink of the soul
Watching in pleasure your misery

Watch them scatter as the sun shines through

 

[LordLucan74]

Blood sucking sycophants
Suckling like mewling mutts
Buzzards encased in human form
Draining another like a vampire
Wrapped in their own desires
Soothed in others suffering
Taking all that they can, always
Returning nothing, stripping bare
Broken spirit and emotionless
They laugh as you struggle
Seeing the swirl into the gutter,
Like an eddy in the sink of the soul
Watching in pleasure your misery

Watch them scatter as the sun shines through

What a lovely, positive and wholly up-beat poem. Excellent on this 15 Feby when we remember all of those who died in the USS Maine.

 

[ClaudiusMaximus]

Main line train to London, spare some change for the night shelter? Or he'll beat you up. Power station passes by, someone in the toilets throwing up and the night's not even started yet. Everyone excited, laughing talking, drinking. 9pm hours left of the night, maybe a fuck or a fight, and then the bus home, humid from sweat and piss in the corner, all quiet as ears ring silently, whispered goodbyes between friends - sleep well, see you tomorrow, take care.

 

[cymbidia]

flying free and losing marbles one by one as though they were bombs of glass.
marbles or brain cells?
brain cells or sunsets?
sunsets or laughter swirling round and round like the dizzy twirling of giddy glee?
who's to say?
wither thou goest...

 

[Debbie]

Words speak volumes unless muted.
little words
big words
absurd words
innie outie
upside downie
sdrow are words

healing words
cutting words
funny words
asinine words
what a wonderful word.
Word.

 

[cymbidia]

Powerful words. They're so very few and far between, and they grace our tongues like the very finest of wines, graze through our minds like heat seeking missles on final approach to never-neverland, and rip asunder our preconceptions of what'swhat and who's-who like tissue-paper wrapped presents on Valentine's Day. Power. Control. Dominance. Sexuality. Heat. Need. Ache. But the greatest of these is Love.

 

[LordLucan74]

Powerful words. They're so very few and far between, and they grace our tongues like the very finest of wines, graze through our minds like heat seeking missles on final approach to never-neverland, and rip asunder our preconceptions of what'swhat and who's-who like tissue-paper wrapped presents on Valentine's Day. Power. Control. Dominance. Sexuality. Heat. Need. Ache. But the greatest of these is Love.

Remember the 260 who died in the explosion of the USS MAINE

 

[cymbidia]

In the last dying moments of a very long day, i realize anew that i can't spell for shit. What did any of us do before Spell Check and **why** won't i use it more often? Am i defiantly proud of my misshapen and embarrassingly ugly spellchildren, ostracized by their pretty peers, all perfect and Webster's-approved or am i too slow, too tired, too disinterested, too dumb to know the diff? I E or E I--who gives a flying fuck anyway?!? No no no no--i'm dyslexic! I swaer!

 

[Guest]

 

[cymbidia]

oh baby...
breathe
in
out
in
out
slowly
breathe
you'll live through the pain.
you won't die of it.
you'll want to...
but you won't.
breathe
slowly
in
out
in
out
slowly
breathe
sometimes that's all we can do.

 

[Jim_Henson]

I want to be released
From this pain
All in vain
I wish in life
I was sane
All I want
Is to be released

 

[sigh]

grant me the boon of ghostly release from the pain of lillies

sing to the ages in a voice of amber

chew a sapling for its root touches the soul of a zen master's omelet, and it's not nice to occlude the judgement of a winking man

when you rise, never forget, for the onion of your birth mother need only sprout before the time of oceans is nigh

 

[cymbidia]

She's drifting rudderless amid quiet washings of flame-red ache, burned into numbness and hopelessly discarding that which gave substance and form.
I watch.
I know.
I see.
I feel, like ghostly fingers of memory-pain, what she feels.
It doesn't help.
Nothing can.
Still...i watch.