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It seems my question makes even native speakers scratch their heads a little. :D Thank you all for your responses.

Tzara, good catch there with the its/her. Thank you.

As a side note, we should probably take this discussion elsewhere, if it continues (though I'm not sure where), to keep the live write thread closer to its intention.
 
It seems my question makes even native speakers scratch their heads a little. :D Thank you all for your responses.

Tzara, good catch there with the its/her. Thank you.

As a side note, we should probably take this discussion elsewhere, if it continues (though I'm not sure where), to keep the live write thread closer to its intention.

Side notes, scratched on the margins,
blessed Buddha such immediacy
a burning man consumed
conservation of matter
 
it seemed like a good idea
at the time less
now, who knows
since it's daylight savings
when realization dawns
 
It always seems like a good idea
at the time,
In hindsight
you are always right
in what you should
or should not have done
but the sin in me,
well let's just say
it was
encouraged by you,
some impulses are as
irrepressible as breathing
as unstoppable as the dawn
 
in hindsight
left may be stage left
maybe a mirror image
which is to say
what's left is right
or not, depending
upon how many mirrors - damn,
what are the GPS coords
of hind, anyway
 
Gps, new technology that
takes away the excitement
of exploration
getting lost,
left or right
creates new adventures
where coordinates
are bound by
what is found
and mirrors reflect
the roads travelled
 
warning:
items in mirror
are closer, perhaps
closer than the mirror(s)
even,
or
as Chely says,
"shut up and drive"
if you can find
the road to the key
 
keys all important
to travel the tarmac
Rhianna playing on the radio
windows down, shut up and drive,
she wails, a metaphor
in there,
somewhere,
I guess the warning is if
you are changing lanes
or reversing

foot flat to the floor
it all fades into the distance
and concentration
is
on the destination
 
out here,
wherever that is,
we still hotwire,
whoever we are,
to get going,
whoever gets it
gets it
 
Seems I have run out of steam,
or fuel, so I need a pair
of scissors to jimmy the lock
slam in the ignition
and be on the road
to nowhere fast,

mirrors taunt my eyes as I
run from the inevitable
to the inevitable
crash and burn

:)
 
back in the day
the mirror's rear view
held destiny sway,
or is it
the other way round
and if so, which
wheels have traction
mirrors don't
especially before dawn
 
mirrors before dawn...
now there's a phrase to
raise a flood of images
moody lighting
ghosting
no sound beyond the membrane
only images
as seen through a dreaming
darkly
 
Gps, new technology that
takes away the excitement
of exploration
getting lost,
left or right
creates new adventures
where coordinates
are bound by
what is found
and mirrors reflect
the roads travelled

Damn, I could have multi-quoted
used a reference from all that's noted
center myself, box the compass

Instead an old friend shares the page
preserved in frozen pixels
find yourself I say

and then those fucking dominos fall
paths clatter away, a thousand choices
at each branch, just thinking about it
can make you lost

a cleansing breath
and I see you, beyond lands end
beyond the mirror that separates and joins
kismet, karma, luck...
then from a bored moment
frozen pixels flow
An old story, known, perhaps not lived
And I think to myself, 'I need a GPS to find my way home.'
 
mirrors before dawn...
now there's a phrase to
raise a flood of images
moody lighting
ghosting
no sound beyond the membrane
only images
as seen through a dreaming
darkly

Reflections noted here and above
a laugh for all the connections
and here's a penny for your thoughts then
away to our fairy bedroom
on the other side of the mirror
 

St. Mary's Prep


I do not like thee, Dr. Fell
they made me say in English Lit,
the nuns who grunted like some pig,
or maybe Tom Brown's Dr. Fell

who once expelled our Master Tom
from Christ Church, Oxford, England
Sister said in finding me, well,
in the powder room with Boom Boom.

How I like thee, Boom Boom Fromme.
but I do not like thee, Sister Hell.
 
booking station interrogation rooms
prototype built-in webcams
the mirror in
the window into
reflections will be used
against you
bear (spell it as you will)
witness
 
the magic flute

the yellow man's dancing
somewhere between here and there

setting the atmosphere to spin on
bright notes

a melody to stir the soul
the air itself - contraryness

the howling winds
recalcitrant rain

the broke-back brollies blowing through the streets
wait for him to play a milder tune

to call the gentled sun
and greener dreams
 
next time around
haggis at Mesa Verde
posole at Stornoway
either way
bank upon W to SW gusts
hefty enough for snow slash rain
to actually (not merely virtually)
climb analog (not merely digital) slopes/cliffs
a spell
come to think of it
haggis AND posole
 
Writing lies :)

That yellow brother, next to the youngest
but the brightest of the clan
plays that flute hot
enough to warm the coldest days of man
light the dingy grays
Women love that big instrument
phibittt!
 
That yellow brother, next to the youngest
but the brightest of the clan
plays that flute hot
enough to warm the coldest days of man
light the dingy grays
Women love that big instrument
phibittt!

it's not all about the size
women watch the clever fingering
minds go places unbidden
all those fingers
all those holes
lips
hovering
notes
quivering

puckers ensue
 
a good xmas measured by smiles'no matter how late in the day they occurred
My brothers yard, has not a horizontal plane
which makes a big problem for me because
I walk funny on flat land when I'm sober, so tonight...
yeah...
 
a good xmas measured by smiles'no matter how late in the day they occurred
My brothers yard, has not a horizontal plane
which makes a big problem for me because
I walk funny on flat land when I'm sober, so tonight...
yeah...

at least, if you fall, you'll not feel it much :D

glad you got to relax and have fun :heart:
 
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