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- Fairytail 12/2/2009 at sharepoetry
In the Melbourne Meadows, / he, a Wounded Bull, brittle-horned, / still dazed by fading red, / struggles to aim the answers for feeling so remoted. / Over the months, all green gets its colour back / decreasing fright turns to beating joy. / T - Trust and Tickles 8, 9, 18, 22/12/8 (SOT) at sharepoetry
If all shushes you can find what you're looking for right here. / Between the canvas fibres, pre-oil; / a space forever in the life of Our Image. / / This, sort of hollowness, against most expectation, *is* substantive. / In there, dwells the d - The Princess and the Frog, Act One and Two at sharepoetry
Remember a story of A Long Time Ago... / / There was a princess. / This dainty, beguiling Princess / would frolic in the garden -- / the one next to Eden, / so close you couldn't tell a difference. / About her, exuded immortal innocence. - Pour This Over at sharepoetry
4/8/8 / / With guilt-wash away brew flowing freely down my gullet, / a fresh question lingers, indeed answered: / Purpose defeated is stars persistently named. / No-one nor star belongs but in this multiverse, unbound. / Doubts taught the tru - Mount Muse at sharepoetry
(AKA No need to muse) / 27/7/08 / / By the way I travel, / the road in the night appears, / obligingly toward my destination. / To where the assuming flood plains are transient; / to where our sky bears untame cloud-skapes; and, / others - When You're Invisible 17/6/8 at sharepoetry
The Trees' Green, The Sunflowers' Yellow and The Roses' Red runs / then seeps into the ground, / the bark cracks into barely visible fragments / getting lost among the pebbles not to be found. / Leaves wilt and evaporate, / stems and branches fo - The Flail, 24/5/8 at sharepoetry
Upon seeing the photography, / There was none of the predicted sickly. / I couldn't engage him directly. / Were his eyes deathly? / / Our encounter: swift swing to his temples / last night -- I took his mucous. / Tied but alert I slid sharp - Continuum at sharepoetry
Dear Climate Change, I have no humour; / teach me calm. / Then to the Catalyst Wars... / Dear Feudal Purgatory, make my welcome; / teach me fairness. / Then to the Elysian Fields where time was made. / D - Progressive regression at sharepoetry
To you! Pen down! Or stand down. / They're quick to draw, with pen on standby, / they're here to say your form is out of form. / It's you who has no luster. / So take your scrawl and deem it no more. / Do wake to perpetual reality: / it's yest - Męġden 9/11, 11/11, 13/11 (touch), 15/11, 28/11, 2-3/12, 5/12/7, 21/12/7, 24-25/12/7, 1-2/3/8 at sharepoetry
Train Your Trust... / Just let your rigid resolve dissipate, and observe the / bottled imagination that was smeared deftly on / stretched fabric, increasingly laden by a generous, gullible man. / With every motion, shades, colours tame and / mea - AXIS II, April 2008 at sharepoetry
Let me anoint -- you -- My Love, / Lead her by the senses. / Dip her in tar of sweet tulip buds; / wrap her up in temperate blanket. / Enjoy, My Love. / Can I bring it dripping to her lips, / to see her revive from / ideations of formative t - Tarnished arborist at sharepoetry
6-8/12/7, 10-12/12/7, 17-19/12/7, 2/3/8 / / Somehow, somewhere lies my agitated notion of you: / all that I could dream of! / My embellished experiences and some of *your recall*. / But mostly my avowed experience. / It, The Sunken Anchor un- - Naming 23/2/8, 1/3/8 at sharepoetry
Is it a gagging reflex? / There’s something obtrusive. / Holding. / Wrenching. / Throat-deep. / I squirm but the taste doesn’t want to go. / It’s the foreign taste of Love, / but the sick as often, / runs from my eyes. - WHAT MAY Dec 2006, 5/11/07 (touch up) at sharepoetry
Take me to the far reaches of unsympathy, / Where no transformation means I can keep you. / Qualities meld, and it's obvious, / That the rule of gravity exists just for us. / / Take me to the place just as this, / Where the one exception is t - Anew 18/12/6 at sharepoetry
Can I deal astranged? / I deal with me now. / Am I to think the shadow's / Affected by my actions? / The cast being long and wide / Suggests it is sunny where I am, / But dark clouds of potential loom. / / Uncertainty is in charge, / Th - Will I Have Me? 17/12/2006 at sharepoetry
See me. / See my outside. / My skin, a sullen terrain / Of Sticks and stones hailing a busy city. / What's that landscape a mataphor for? / My heritage is superfluous hair, / And fat thighs and gut. / And a perpetual frown disappointed. /
