Hi Ku Cat

It's a lay z day
all I want to do is lay
and z
chant out the window
the jewel is in the lotus
Harry's on the nod
feeling like it's twilight
though the day's just taking off
fogged in, all flights cancelled
 
he fills grey days with colour
from coffee to the frost's first flush
on bradford's lasting leaf
from chivkens claw to fire's hearty
roar and batman's beacon lighting up
our shadowed bedroom ceiling...
the ambling alpine aging bear
the dancing shades of green of bush and grass
the tones of ma'am's hands shaping feasts for kings
the blues in eyes and moons on nails
the pewter-grey of kitchen pails
the golden treasure stored within a chest
jewelled facets of his thoughts
full-spectrum found
within the pallette of his ever-shifting mind
 
It's a lay z day
all I want to do is lay
and z
chant out the window
the jewel is in the lotus
Harry's on the nod
feeling like it's twilight
though the day's just taking off
fogged in, all flights cancelled

on my word, i wrote what i just posted above before reading this

jewels!

the grey's calling for colour to balance it out; even as it shifts and soothes, it seeks balance. :heart:
 
Would you awaken the dreamer
landing on a chest
all four feet
kneading away the sleep
singing your contented song
hidden in a kitty rumble
catkissed
 
well my pc screen's fritzed
but i've dusted off the laptop
the dodgy laptop
with the loose connection
and tendencies to overheat
or freeze if i rest just a little too hard
with the heel of my hand on the port side
red-lighting me
when green for go is necessary
in communication across the blues

so, for while it lasts,
thunderpuss is GO

:D
 
well my pc screen's fritzed
but i've dusted off the laptop
the dodgy laptop
with the loose connection
and tendencies to overheat
or freeze if i rest just a little too hard
with the heel of my hand on the port side
red-lighting me
when green for go is necessary
in communication across the blues

so, for while it lasts,
thunderpuss is GO

:D
.. Ah ha haha... t minus 5, 4 , 3 ...
 
>A Journey to the West<
always starts with your ass facing East
n all the jiggly bits pointing toward the sunset
..
Harry peers across the waves
butters does a coochie dance
Harry waves with his pee'r
laughter racks her
..
red against blue
oh Toulouse if you were here
peeking out my window
..
littered leaf throw rug on a floor of green
My thoughts are itchy; scratch them.
My eyes are empty; fill them.

I'll be your metaphor
 
here

he said here he could eat a cow
that man has appetites
and imagination

now it's winter
and i'm still here
he has to feed his oral fix somehow

and i'm sat here
wishing i was there, thinking
eat me



:p
 
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here

he said here he could eat a cow
that man has appetites
and imagination

now it's winter
and i'm still here
he has to feed his oral fix somehow

and i'm sat here
wishing i was there, thinking
eat me
:p
*chuckle/titter/laugh* funny humming sound is heard, a smile unseen, wistful eyes gone vacant out the window screen, sipping sweetened coffee that could use a kiss of her cream :rolleyes:
 
Quick, there's not much time
the mog is on the prowl,
searching for that bit of cream
you're sure to have put away
n if that don't satisfy him
he'll soon be in your butter
lap, lap, laping, whiskers twitching,
miao
silently questioning and then that
car purr sniffy touch
searching for the next slicky bit
and sink a tongue in it
 
I tried to build my love of clay
rolled thin and shaped with care
designed with aesthetic functionality
but it broke I'm shamed to say

So I patched n glued,
sanded and mended
made a mold for a new plan
but alas the plastic love I hatched
was too bendy to hold together

So I've gone around to the shops at last
where acetylene torches can
burn I love yous clean through metal
now I'm trying stainless steel

..I blame the medicine I'm taking for this cold
 
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Peregrinations

I thought it was a simple read
thin amusement for a night or two
damn all authors that feel the need
to awaken a somnolent conscious

Ah but there's nothing to be done for it now
the chestnuts are all gone
old growth lost for greed or neglect
the whole world dying, lost in apathy
and I find there's only one thing for a sane man to do
find another book
 
I thought it was a simple read
thin amusement for a night or two
damn all authors that feel the need
to awaken a somnolent conscious

Ah but there's nothing to be done for it now
the chestnuts are all gone
old growth lost for greed or neglect
the whole world dying, lost in apathy
and I find there's only one thing for a sane man to do
find another book

Happens to me all the time. I stick to fiction for bedtime reading.
 
Tom Peake smiled from ear to ear
as communication opened with huzzah's n cheers
"This is ground control to Major Tom.."
 
Tom Peake smiled from ear to ear
as communication opened with huzzah's n cheers
"This is ground control to Major Tom.."

although
in this universe
it's major tim
you time-warped me back
spaced me out -
through my headphones
an oddity of a moment
 
although
in this universe
it's major tim
you time-warped me back
spaced me out -
through my headphones
an oddity of a moment

"I'm stepping out the dooooor, and I'm floating in a most peculiar waaaaay"

The whole world's a cull, save you
a phrase lodged in my head
untrue for the most part
as there's things I'd save if I had a time machine
to save the very best
that no fairy wand can magic back to Avalon
Ah... there's no context, no real explanation
of what I'm trying to convey
no dead poet here to nod as I ramble,
ask the silent question,
'and how does that make you feel?'
it makes me feel lost, and found

I remember the sweet American Chestnuts,
consumed in those hoary Christmas' past
then in a few later years asking why
they were absent from my stocking
told, 'there weren't none'
shrugged and peeled an orange
 
I've shed religion like snakes lose skin
no declarations of praise, ergo hate,
for those that don't agree with me
the holiday's close around my heart like a fist
but as I chase this last bit of cherry pie
across a holly glazed plate
I'll make obeisance to any deity you want
if I could just have another slice
 
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Christmas eve,
the lights have all been turned down
she's gone to bed and left me here
still feeling the caress and kiss
admonition, don't be long dear,
fingers trailing 'cross my shoulders
as I finished clearing up my work bench
scraps discarded in the trash,
completed articles in a stack,
that one problem project...
set aside with a frown
no time to finish it tonight,
baby's calling, and by now,
the sheets are warm
 
I've shed religion like snakes lose skin
no declarations of praise, ergo hate,
for those that don't agree with me
the holiday's close around my heart like a fist
but as I chase this last bit of cherry pie
across a holly glazed plate
I'll make obeisance to any deity you want
if I could just have another slice
now there's lip service
and lips service...
let me see if i
can have you naming deities
whilst i listen
wide-eyed
on my knees

:heart:



Christmas eve,
the lights have all been turned down
she's gone to bed and left me here
still feeling the caress and kiss
admonition, don't be long dear,
fingers trailing 'cross my shoulders
as I finished clearing up my work bench
scraps discarded in the trash,
completed articles in a stack,
that one problem project...
set aside with a frown
no time to finish it tonight,
baby's calling, and by now,
the sheets are warm
merry christmas, darling :heart:
 
;)
wanna try for the trifecta?

lol, ok, promises, promises -maybe my knees aren't up to that (no maybe about it, imma gettin' creaky) :eek:

knees don't need to be instrumental
*consider rhymes decides sentimental *
sit here at my feet my love
rest your head upon my thigh
ease yer' creaky bits
 
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