Sara Crewe
Whatever
- Joined
- Jan 18, 2006
- Posts
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Tathagata said:thats my line
Sara Crewe said:Geez. I can't do anything right. Now I am stealin' lines too. Better add that to the list of reasons to spank me.
Tathagata said:with all my might
i shall thee smite
about the head and shoulders
forsooth and yuck
you mucky muck
oh goddess of the boulders
what he hath wrought
is all for naught
the bard he crosses the bar
oh nightingale sing
hellish sorrow to bring
hey Nani Nani Na
my heart doth bleed
perhaps i need
a sanguine simple suture
wisdom lies
behind her eyes
that babe ms Minnie the Moocher
appy polly logies
you old fuckin stodgies
my words reach not your ears
you lack understanding
its far too demanding
unless you've partaken of beers
Tathagata said:the first steps
teetering wobbling
drunk on the acclaim
and potential
the room splits
i see the future
spread out like a lolling tongue
ready to swallow
the innocent
into uncertainty, pain
into a life where the mere act
of walking
will never bring this kind of joy
again
and i will no longer be around
to remind her
Angeline said:Let me be around
to remind you of the many
momentous events: the smile,
the single tooth broken through
the bottom of that smile,
the discovery of gravity
that edges crabwise along a sofa,
to free itself in tottering triumph
to wild, hands-free locomotion, all yours
to hold without keeping. All yours.
Let me remind you of your name
framed on rosebud lips, the familiarity
your arms hold as a refuge
from stumbles, as the safety in a storm
of unknown. All is joy that transcends
your pain. The body that so frustrates
you with its lack of cooperation
and the weight of its years is hers:
playground, haven, guiding star,
Papa, papa, you are immortal
even now.
Tathagata said:the first steps
teetering wobbling
drunk on the acclaim
and potential
the room splits
i see the future
spread out like a lolling tongue
ready to swallow
the innocent
into uncertainty, pain
into a life where the mere act
of walking
will never bring this kind of joy
again
and i will no longer be around
to remind her