Bantering with Octagons

faraway heavens in an allegory sea
fire candles like cannon
that arc
and sparkle like tin fires on the edges of my dream

sear my soul
rend me
 
Rend me
rip me
tear me
mend me
fix the broken part
allow the heart to start
render it done
 
healing
the tears and the cracks leave a mark
like fissures
do we ever heal
or just learn to cope..
shine on
pwetty star
shine on
 
willow sways in an swirling breeze
beckoning
calling
whispering
my name

where comes the will, i wonder
to forestall the tide
or
blink against the endless promise
of willow

fly high, my son
show them your colors
laugh within the tide
and climb old willow to his very crown
 
Dillinger said:
I have reason to believe that you can't bathe Barbie dolls therefore I think it's time to forbid entry to Fred Flintstone. Besides, my father always told me I should never banter with octagons

Post modernist talk at its best. :D :p
 
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Xtaabay said:
Post modernist talk at its best. :D :p

Modern talk is spoken squawk qwark twiddlee dee twiddlee dye
Dilly speak is spoken quark polka dot sprawl liken splot a spolka
brawl prantzing.

Mind focuses on daffidol crocuses whilst weeds beckon.
Seed the weeds and fowers brawl and win the bonus round.
Weeds wither and vanish whilst shadow boxer bluebells prey.

Pronk
prank
plank
wood grows as does humour root.
 
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Debbie said:
Modern talk is spoken squawk qwark twiddlee dee twiddlee dye
Dilly speak is spoken quark polka dot sprawl liken splot a spolka
brawl prantzing.

Mind focuses on daffidol crocuses whilst weeds beckon.
Seed the weeds and fowers brawl and win the bonus round.
Weeds wither and vanish whilst shadow boxer bluebells prey.

Pronk
prank
plank
wood grows as does humour root.

Fantastic! :D
That was pretty clever :)
 
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Xtaabay said:
Fantastic! :D
That was pretty clever :)

Exceptin I forgotten the l in fowers.
My fowers are a gagging for their waters to make 'em flowers.
:D
 
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Debbie said:
Exceptin I forgotten the l in fowers.
My fowers are a gagging for their waters to make 'em flowers.
:D

Shhh! I thought it was intentionally written that way. Just pretend that it was :D
 
pretend the faultless flower talk
is no more than a gibbon's breath
drifting gagging stench
of blooms' terrifying brightness

colors
and depths
of tangerine skies
are most interesting
when alert

3D the monkey cloud, boys
 
3D & 2D and flatline horizons
twist noise to make the octagons flow
open the pig's belly to the wind
and discern its timeless wander
through the scrapelands of tornado trails

guarantee me a place, please
on the riverboat
of algernon
for the mouse
is smarter
than
me
 
fucking fake or fucking real
gusty winds her way through ogtagons
of dazzling color
and delight

wheeeeeeee gusty

such a downer die-die, though
hugs, snickers, fucking
blink an eye for the sake of the tear

wink
 
sadden
gladden
make love to you
in a slippery release of angst and passion

see the spiral lights erupt
in colors and streams

sizzling electric stutters
chug along my spine
of japan
in the brightness of summer
 
loving gusty is like embracing air
there but not
real but fake

the wind passes through her hair
on its way to seek the truth
of octagons
and allegory

for you :heart:
and you :kiss:
(and you too) :rose:
 
clouds alive to dogs' delight
find whiskers in flight to oz
notch a simple, gusty tune
and flow

don't stop until the sizzles hurt
or the barn smacks hard against your side

you'll know
 
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