Guest guest Posted October 3, 2005 Report Share Posted October 3, 2005 Hey al. will this suffice? Damn, words are not enough and I'm tired of dancing with starlight damn, nothing is working anymore in this sideshow this little shop of horrors, the anna-plant is chewing me up down and sideways and no one is here to save me or to savour me either, stupid plant, it used to be green and now it's a rudimentary shade of bullshit, I want to sit down and drink tea with you, see what makes you fly and how you fall to earth, I don't want to talk about enlightenment or stories and colours of what hues love is and how it moves from you to me and why it does, I want to play a game of basketball with you or walk to the edge of an ocean and see the waves of reality and let the salt spray my face in actuality, not this obsessive poetry writing story writing or tales of glory and woe is me, misshapen and deformed words on laptop screens going to identities and cosmic dancers I'm tired of holding my skin in paper cups, I keep searching for dime-a-dozen Christ-bums, but oh I would share a nectarine or plum and watch the sunset and ask how your day really went and if you had thought of me while you were gone, and we'd hold one another oh so tight and love the scent of Us Love, anna Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 3, 2005 Report Share Posted October 3, 2005 Nisargadatta , " Anna Ruiz " <nli10u@c...> wrote: > Hey al. > will this suffice? > > > Damn, words are not enough > and I'm tired of dancing with starlight > damn, nothing is working anymore in this sideshow > this little shop of horrors, the anna-plant is chewing > me up down and sideways > and no one is here to save me or to savour me > either, stupid plant, it used to be green and now it's > a rudimentary shade of bullshit, I want to sit down > and drink tea with you, see what makes you fly and > how you fall to earth, I don't want to talk about > enlightenment or stories and colours of what hues > love is and how it moves from you to me and > why it does, I want to play a game of basketball > with you or walk to the edge of an ocean and see > the waves of reality and let the salt spray my face > in actuality, not this obsessive poetry writing > story writing or tales of glory and woe is me, > misshapen and deformed words on laptop screens > going to identities and cosmic dancers > I'm tired of holding my skin in > paper cups, I keep searching for > dime-a-dozen Christ-bums, > but oh I would share a nectarine or plum > and watch the sunset and ask how your > day really went and if you had thought of me > while you were gone, and we'd hold one > another oh so tight and love the scent > of Us > > > > > Love, > anna > I recommend my mental meltdown method. I have not tried it myself yet, so it is very risky experiment. How about that? al. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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