Gems

[silver_notebook]

I have been lining up little pearls of pleasure to fill my free time since finishing: meals with friends; grand picnics into the night; belly dancers and suckling roast pigs; visits to soft-headed babies and their happy parents; and trips to rambling, country houses to make jam and conversation, all from the finest ingredients. These small joys all

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[cubistpoet]

Maybe part of the reason that I've never shared the erratic compulsion to sex-up anything attractive looking in motion nearby has to do with my perpetual affair with language.

I can see that she has caught your eye as well, though I suspect you are a bit gentler with her than I.

[silver_notebook]

Do I appear to have an erratic compulsion to sex-up anything? Oh dear, I do apologise - though I'm not sure that I'll change. For reasons previously outlined, I'm afraid this space here is fairly superficial; perhaps with time it will change.

While the beauty of well woven words holds great appeal to me, I am, primarily, a consumer. My words mainly hit the page as dry as bone, science, and those that make it there in other forms are fairly limited, hence, perhaps, their ungainly and cloying stickiness. One day I may learn to work her harder; but for now gentleness will have to do.

[cubistpoet]

You know, I seem to have this great overwhelming rock rolling down on top of me every time I try to communicate something simple. Pretty sad from someone who deems to call himself poet.

When I used the verb "share", I meant a more global, universal sense then specifically catering to the small splinters of fragments of things that I know about you personally.

And I wouldn't berate a gentleness.

Seriously, I need to occasionaly crack out from my world of crypticness. It's stifling my intentions.

[silver_notebook]

Crypticness has its place; however, despite perfectly adequate intelligence, I am at times overly adept at being obtuse. And your poems both communicate and echo well when said aloud inside my head.