Bantering with Octagons

[Guest]

 

[sigh]

numb yet aching
she can't see what lies just beyond
the curve
of the
ocean's swell

let us watch her wonderment
as the glory rises
for i love to see a smile
on a pretty woman's face




cymbidia, it's so nice to have you back
you bring sighs to my heart

 

[cymbidia]

Aching reality swells without boundaries, swamps fragile self-esteem, floods into a container too small to hold it all.

I witness: knowing, seeing, hearing.


sigh, you are wonderful. your soul flows like the very deepest and calmest lake in the world, a true reflection of both the lovliness and jarring discontinuities that surround all such places. you bring smiles to my heart.

 

[Dillinger]

I watch
Time
No bottle
An ocean
What's with the poetry.

Someone get nekkid already.

Yo ho hoe.

Hate rum, like scotch.
A hop, skip and scotch.

 

[cymbidia]

Poetry fits octogonally into the spaces of hearts afire.
You know that.
You feel that.
You sense that.
You've tasted it though it sours and shatters into shards in your mouth, dissonant, disjointed, jarring.

We've had this conversation since the beginning: sometimes you feel like nut, sometimes you don't.

 

[rubymyst]

stomped on the ashes
scattered the bones
ground the remains beneath the heel
until nothing is left but
silver shards, razor sharp,
float on the breeze
drifting, fluttering,
lost and fragmented
let the dreams go.

 

[LukkyKnight]

Roses are red,
Some candle's wax, too.
Rum's not quite nectar,
It's Blanc de Noirs for you.

 

[ClaudiusMaximus]

Noirs, nwoyz, noise?
White noise pink noise brown noise
Roses, royzes?
Rwahzes!
Can you handle a candle?

 

[cymbidia]

Pandering used candle ends like they were snubbed subs safely tucked into byways on highways for the big end of the season sale. Starts--NOW!

 

[Jimi]

After the rah, rahs, Dubbya-spouting drivel...
If we don't agree - we snivel
Perish the thought.. Or does thought perish
at the altar of what is allowed.
Dare we say its name - or will we cherish
the days before the loud
noise of jackboots returned?

 

[Dillinger]

Yesterday I saw the sky open and pour noisy drivel out its snout.

 

[sigh]

jackboots rattle on the cobbles of a bunker
while sows dive for acorns
through mud laced heavily with their own shit
i taste your discontent
and roll it about
my tongue
then let
it sink
to
the
pit
of my stomach

is that a contrail?
or the flare of a meteor's death?
my god, must the buffalo roam this way?

 

[cymbidia]

Stepping lightly as if all the dust motes in all the down comforters in all the bedrooms in God's Half Acre multiplied today and then lined up to be weighed and counted and wiggle waggled cobbled together into one...smooth...shining...weighty...beach-smoothed...gray...rock--tomorrow.

 

[Dillinger]

Ah dear aunt, elope with the grey comforter and the weighty dust mote in God's eye. I. Aye.

 

[rubymyst]

aye
i think i am..
..i think
duh..what was the topic again?

 

[cymbidia]

Topically appropriate though blandly malignant in a social kinda way, we pass our time in polite chitchat that doesn't come close to permeating the edges of our souls. Om mani padme hum, indeed.

 

[Dillinger]

What is the sound of one padme getting the clap? Hummer indeed.

 

[cymbidia]

As the sun is eclisped by the moon, in the silence between whisper and shout, a shared smile is offered, a friendship is deepened, and octogons were part of it all.

 

[sigh]

silent whispers on a cloud of terrifying noodle fluff came wafting down a corridor of senselessness

who says there's no end to geometric hypotheses, or if octagonal goats' heads fly straight to the hive to deviate through a stream of clearest consciousness?

the light is dull
i wonder if dilation might be why

 

[Dillinger]

Silent noodles whisper noisily while dilating buffalo jackboots.

 

[cymbidia]

Today, little hippie children, Rainbow and Songbird and Redwood, will drift amid across around my reality and weave organic wheat noodles into bright smiling faces at lunch. Life is good. Let's do some algebra.

 

[rubymyst]

Let's look at one equation,
For shapes.

Where pi,
Life has infinity of shapes.
With differing angles and sides.
Life = pi
Variety = infinite
To like life,
You must like the variety of life,
Like = pi x infinity
To like life is peace.
Peace = pi x infinity
Infinity = Peace / pi
Peace = sr s
Therefore Infinity = sr s / pi

nahhhhhhhhhhhh..organic wheat noodle smilies are infinately more interesting

 

[ClaudiusMaximus]

[2003.02.18 14:32:02] Claude: yo
[2003.02.18 14:32:05] *** --------@-------.--- (Asiren) has joined the conversation.
[2003.02.18 14:32:06] Asiren: I'm just not in... Forget it!(This is an auto-response)
[2003.02.18 14:32:10] Asiren: yo
[2003.02.18 14:32:20] Asiren: on my way out
[2003.02.18 14:32:21] Claude: what you talkin aboot?
[2003.02.18 14:32:30] Asiren: did you do it last year?
[2003.02.18 14:32:33] Claude: yes
[2003.02.18 14:32:38] Claude: done no revision though
[2003.02.18 14:32:42] Asiren: class this friday
[2003.02.18 14:32:45] Claude: this thursday i think?
[2003.02.18 14:32:46] Asiren: thursday even
[2003.02.18 14:32:49] Claude: indeed
[2003.02.18 14:32:50] Asiren: when does bird want it?
[2003.02.18 14:32:56] Claude: probably today
[2003.02.18 14:33:00] Asiren: shit
[2003.02.18 14:33:09] Asiren: done 2x 1/2
[2003.02.18 14:33:10] Claude: tomorrow better than nothing though
[2003.02.18 14:33:10] Asiren:
[2003.02.18 14:33:14] Claude: more than me
[2003.02.18 14:33:15] Asiren: I know
[2003.02.18 14:33:20] Asiren: what I'm planning anyways
[2003.02.18 14:33:25] Claude: i done 0
[2003.02.18 14:33:35] Claude: more specifically 0 x 0
[2003.02.18 14:33:38] Claude: + 0
[2003.02.18 14:33:40] Claude: ^ 0
[2003.02.18 14:33:41] Claude: -1
[2003.02.18 14:34:01] Asiren: -1?
[2003.02.18 14:34:04] Asiren: that's troubesome!
[2003.02.18 14:34:10] Asiren: well, I'm off to do some more
[2003.02.18 14:34:13] Claude: 0^0=1
[2003.02.18 14:34:15] Asiren: (try at least...)
[2003.02.18 14:34:19] Claude: i will
[2003.02.18 14:34:19] Asiren: oh yeah...
[2003.02.18 14:34:21] Asiren: d'oh
[2003.02.18 14:34:30] Asiren: drop a line if you get anywhere with them!
[2003.02.18 14:34:32] Asiren: please...
[2003.02.18 14:34:32] Claude: have fun
[2003.02.18 14:34:39] Claude: will do
[2003.02.18 15:00:57] *** You have been disconnected. Tue Feb 18 15:00:57 2003

 

[Dillinger]

w00t! Yo!!!

Let X=X. You know, it could be you.
It's a sky-blue sky. Satellites are out tonight.
Let X=X.

You know, I could write a book. And this book would
be think enough to stun an ox. Cause I can see the
future and it's a place - about 70 miles east of
here. Where it's lighter. Linger on over here.
Got the time?.

 

[glamorilla]

blue sky
blue mind
blue time
words skip kind
blue trip mind
don't
don't
don't
make me feel better than loved