It may seem life is forever
Soon that idea will change like the wind
Glide higher.
Burst forth balls of light
Into the flaming night
There is sleeping in wandering.
To the south pole
A caravan of troubles
Freeze them in their own crap.
I imagined a mixture of potions
A person could move in different motions
A person could stop the clock with a ryme.
Lincoln must die
He does not to belong in my eye
Saving the world and look how far we are?
Stop stuffing the small stuff away
It can't sink in the deep
Is just a complete blur
Fantasy that beheads you
Hips that sever my neck
Blood drips from her lips
Life's desires bite faster than shark infested waters
Standing at the dock.
Looking around
Waves splash on the mud
Caress my imagination
Blot out my cares and frustration
And she looks at me as if to see
As if there was something else
She was only realizing
She was it
The locked up secret
In language it is still
A mask
Our 12 soul's task
The time in the fantastic
Fantastic planet.
The locked up secret is in childhood.
ReplyDeleteFantasy that beheads you. A reminder to be realistic and not have your head to much in the clouds.
ReplyDeleteI consider this my most cryptic poem ever.
ReplyDeleteFantasy that beheads you. Oh reality can't be ruined even if it hurts. Realities are sometimes stranger than they appear.
ReplyDeleteBe honest about liking. Don't tell yourself anything but the truth about that.
ReplyDeleteWe live is a strange world and clueless is what we become sometimes as a result.
ReplyDeleteWomen dive right in I bet.
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ReplyDeleteshe was realizing that she is it.
A women can put you into a different reality only that it happens on earth.
ReplyDeleteIn my life soul mates happen faster than normal. (My guees) This makes me wonder a lot.
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ReplyDeleteOur imagination hungers.
DeleteWhat I like is some mystery in my delights.
ReplyDeleteWhen you are looking around it is hard not to be seeking in the process.
ReplyDeleteJust like on facebook we have some problem unliking.
ReplyDeletehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ycg1w6HlQEo
ReplyDeleteWhen something somehow becomes powerful it is never a light event, but as a jolting surprise.
ReplyDeleteIt is awkward in some way that makes it a favorite.
ReplyDeletePerhaps this poem is about witches and their strange ways.
ReplyDeleteThis morning I feel a general yucky feeling and I don't want to take it into the world outside this house. I have seen too much weird dark stuff and am offended.
ReplyDeleteI like odd people.
ReplyDeleteI was a feminist once, now I am still a feminist, but I ask, what about men?
ReplyDeleteLike legs its kind of what is being said maybe. Yea men are visually designed for legs, but it can be too much of a leg show sometimes. No complaints, I just wonder why women around here want to put out such a strong leg message.
ReplyDeleteForever ends someday.
ReplyDeleteEventually you don't get it.
ReplyDeleteYou better like it, you know.
ReplyDeleteDoes she like me? well I get confused by so many messages that mix.
ReplyDeleteA LIFE WITH NO MAGIC IS LIKE A HOME WITH NO CDS AND DVDS. JUST TV.
ReplyDeleteForget the idea of forever. I believe the only things that are really forever are herpes and other skin problems.
ReplyDeleteTo like something it seems you must like more than one thing.
ReplyDeleteThis poem creates a very strange feeling.
ReplyDeleteHow love might be dangerous but the risks though bloody in some ways are worth.
ReplyDeleteThe puzzle pieces are gaining fast. The future is full finally.
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