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Colors and a bed
Perhaps there is a softer place
That rises above the shells.
Perhaps there is a kinder place,
Where everything is
Gentle.
And in that place he fancied
Only colors,
And a bed.
A bed with hallowed pillows
To dissolve the thoughts of grey,
A pillow to lend him sweet dreams
To abandon the horrors of day.
Bathed in the scents of ( Read more... ) -
break the waking
lest we forget these silver tongues
that search and flick
and mock and click
and a thousand other
names that
stick and cling and wail and sing
moaning from the center of a room inside a box
gushing sugar-coated things simply cannot be
counting tangled daydreams from dolly's pretty locks
never once pausing to think to learn to see
lips that never pause
seldom ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: Know by Heart
Led Zeppelin's Misty Mountain Hop. Ever since I was a little kid, I thought this one line was: "Gods are people seated on the grass with flowers in their headsets..." Only later in life did I discover it's actually: "Crowds of people sittin' on the grass with flowers in their hair said..." Even so, to me Gods still are people seated on the ( Read more... ) -
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First, he was the ocean. Before he was the ocean, he was the cosmos ( Read more... ) -
Found
And on the walk home I found a little piece of paper ripped out of a little notebook. I didn't even have to look for it, it was just lying there peacefully. In wobbly orange letters it reads:
Save the poor people! (flip over.) -->
So I flipped it over.
When your done reading, blow in the wind.
There's a brown scribble next to it. Crayon, I expect ( Read more... ) -
Go up the stairs, Judy, and I'll follow
I could have stood there, now that I think about it.
Why, I'm almost certain I stood there.
There, where they kissed and she ran and they raced and she was thrown to her death.
I think I might have been there for the verdict, too.
But the stairs, I've never touched the stairs.
At least, I don't think so.
I was also there, under the bridge.
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Writer's Block: Prepared Answer
Hey, I submitted this ^_^
Before I leave this earth, I'd like someone who I've never met but happens to be near me to either ask me if I grok or if I jive. I also believe the way tifroc answered-- "You saw it too?"-- was beautiful.
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New Blogger Address
Hiya! For anyone who's wondering, I changed by Blogspot address to: somuchtogrok.blogspot.com/
If you're so inclined, check it sometime. Drop by, say hello, all that lovely business ^_^
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Billy
An old poem of mine I found. I still like it ( Read more... ) -
transient immortals
dye our hair
platinum blonde.
trade our soul for
pretty plastic.
make us
glitter.
make us
shine.
we
are your c o l l e c t i o n.
make
us
a gallery.
put us in rows, columns, lines.
painted eyes and mouths half-open.
gasping.
take
another shot.
bang
b
a
n
g
we're the transient immortals.
ephemeral, epicene.
flash, we're gone
yet we
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