Guest guest Posted August 3, 2002 Report Share Posted August 3, 2002 You can see, or at least Lovers can see, the moment when Dawn breathes out - Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. Something settles and lifts and spirals and stills. It's just waves of the mind making these motions. The settling must come from something that's not. Yet, It Is! The lift must come from something that falls. Yet, It Does Not! The spirals must come from something that spins. Yet, It Spins Nothing! The still must come from something that moves. Yet, It never Moves! Every other day, even, every other moment, I want to throw rocks and hammers at this poetry. I want to choke it and kick it and slap it around. Some days I would rather swim with a shark than face another worthless piece of chum floating from me. What are you trawling for if not more words to say - Love Is! Are you cultivating favor, some kick-back to come? It's enough to make me go back to school, to back-talk all those sissy professors. We haven't come here to shuffle in redundancy! This late-night audience wants action, wants lights, and It wants cameras, and crew, and a crowd gathered round, to boot them about to shout and to scream, to cheer and to boo! to cry even, to cry "Boo Hoo Hoo!" Sometimes, i just don't get You. But God gets everyone sometime. Let's try it now, in a more comfortable postition. You just lie back and I'll do all the work. Keep an open mind when dealing in poems. Loosen up your resistance to change. Somethings seem to have too much spice. It's nice, but not for everyone. Some works don't have enough salt, perhaps filled with finely-carved fish bones. The trick is to swallow real fast, in one giant gulp. Think of this poem as some sticky, head-cold medicine. Like Vick's Vapo-rub, just rub it across this moment and see what it means. LoveAlways, Mazie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 3, 2002 Report Share Posted August 3, 2002 on 8/3/02 3:17 AM, mazie_l at sraddha54 wrote: <snip> > Let's try it now, > in a more comfortable postition. > You just lie back > and I'll do all the work. > Keep an open mind when dealing in poems. > Loosen up your resistance to change. > > Somethings seem to have > too much spice. > It's nice, > but not for everyone. > Some works don't have enough salt, > perhaps filled with > finely-carved fish bones. > The trick is to swallow real fast, > in one giant gulp. > Think of this poem > as some sticky, head-cold medicine. > Like Vick's Vapo-rub, > just rub it across this moment > and see what it means. > > > LoveAlways, > > Mazie ......ahhahahah you're a crack up this morning, but I haven't had my latte yet and by mistake, swallowed the Vicks in one big gulp and rubbed the poem on my chest....wait a minute...maybe no need for coffee! love Shawn Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 5, 2002 Report Share Posted August 5, 2002 love eric Somethings seem to have too much spice. It's nice, but not for everyone. Some works don't have enough salt, perhaps filled with finely-carved fish bones. The trick is to swallow real fast, in one giant gulp. Think of this poem as some sticky, head-cold medicine. Like Vick's Vapo-rub, just rub it across this moment and see what it means. LoveAlways, Mazie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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