writing live

with contempt

as our companion.
we play chess, trying
to corner the queen.
evading every time
she slides on by
winking a smirk,
she knows this game
too well.



.
 
word-control
manipulation
stroking the space between
port and port

one arrow off-target
from their bow
can wound
unintentionally
 
how can you write it
if you dont feel it?

transmit
project through this screen me-di-um
they need to feel the current
some connection
with the mains

shock therapy
 
Waves of longing searching
the space inbetween
signals sent but not
received through indifference
from the wrong kind of
connection ... plugs out
 
ahhh... that's sad when that happens


alone in a tub
just his hat and a laptop
reaching out
but not sure for what
 
sometimes

when the mind's wound too tight
threatening to break the spring
the body takes over
stops the clock
 
in the race
that urgent spill
of words across a screen
the meaning sometimes
sometimes
becomes sublimated
the act of creativity
more driven

spontaneously combusts
 
Stallion, wild indecisive
seeks understanding yet
firm hand for guidance

Willing to take bit, turn over reins
to empathetic jockey
with expectations and patience

Desire to improve stamina
and performance to assure
superior performance and finish
 
Here in the land of never never
I can be who ever I want ...
a virginal maiden, bosoms
newly blossomed tender
red tipped to tempt you.
Sweet untouched lips
uncarressed, unopened,
breathlessly awaiting you
naked upon the lilywhite bed.
 
when the body craves
what the mind won't allow
it's like living at altitude
lacking the air
that is him
a creeping sickness takes over

and one kind word
can reduce me
 
UnderYourSpell said:
Oh yesssssss I know exactly what you mean!!

:rose:


funny how
i always thought
eyes were so important

now i know
it's inner sight that counts
horizons unhampered by distance
 
when touching bare wires
AC often works best

but when hotmail screws up
it's like someone's pulled the plug
 
on a high
buzzin live online
the enrgy levels
rocket through the roof
blow fuses
but don't break the circuit

juiced up and pumping
i'm a power station
 
finger on the pulse
the tactile truth to the discerning eye
that belies the liar
the rush of blood pint by pint
--the cause; a beautiful mind
 
such a small thing
a tongue lifting small hairs between shoulder blades
who'd have guessed it would trigger
such a seismological response...

a tectonic slip
under oceanic consciousness
releasing white tidal waves
from this epicentre
 
maybe you're broadcasting
and i'm the receiver
or maybe the signals are so strong
they spill
mingle
thought orgy! yay! :)
 
UnderYourSpell said:
This is very eerie because gal you and I seem to be on the same wave length


ride the wave, baby
let's surf this bitch
just don't crash
it'll break your back
 
what sad fools
drain the bitter cup
fight over the dregs
poison themselves with their own corruption

i shine on
untouched
my shadows not of their making
 
There is hope isn't there?
the boat doesn't sink now.
Do we both fight for lifebelts
in the storm of your making?
 
the trick is not to fight the waves
embrace the ocean
let the currents take you
become one with the blue
it's like coming home
 
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