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BlueskyBeauty
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where are the clowns 1st draft
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BlueskyBeauty
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where are the clowns (2nd draft)
where are the clowns
porcelain pieces
decorate lush carpet,
fragmented remainders, reminders of
broken childhood.
memories collected like raindrops
on tongues of innocence.
painted brightly are smiles,
masking secrets,
sorrows weight recognized
as colors run south.
sad faces painted, collected too,
telling the truthful nature
of floppy feet make-up.
pulling my treasures from rubbermaid safe,
unwrapping with ink covered fingers,
i too shed my covering,
robe lays empty revealing my shame,
as i rain sadness
on a lifetime collection.
shattering rage,
colliding with brick
like screams in an echoing canyon.
sharp edges slice open
bleeding a lifetime of disillusionment.
i pull out another wind-up song,
unwrapping illusions,
phantom music of a little girls dreams,
reality's ceramic crush,
as container empties
plundered by life's
touch of madness.
gone now my collection,
and the need to display,
masquerading carnival bozo's.
what remains are the pieces,
of a super glued life
existing in a world
where fading glimpses
of your love for me
lingers.
where are the clowns
porcelain pieces
decorate lush carpet,
fragmented remainders, reminders of
broken childhood.
memories collected like raindrops
on tongues of innocence.
painted brightly are smiles,
masking secrets,
sorrows weight recognized
as colors run south.
sad faces painted, collected too,
telling the truthful nature
of floppy feet make-up.
pulling my treasures from rubbermaid safe,
unwrapping with ink covered fingers,
i too shed my covering,
robe lays empty revealing my shame,
as i rain sadness
on a lifetime collection.
shattering rage,
colliding with brick
like screams in an echoing canyon.
sharp edges slice open
bleeding a lifetime of disillusionment.
i pull out another wind-up song,
unwrapping illusions,
phantom music of a little girls dreams,
reality's ceramic crush,
as container empties
plundered by life's
touch of madness.
gone now my collection,
and the need to display,
masquerading carnival bozo's.
what remains are the pieces,
of a super glued life
existing in a world
where fading glimpses
of your love for me
lingers.
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BlueskyBeauty
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where are the clowns (3rd draft)
where are the clowns
porcelain pieces
decorate lush carpet,
fragmented remainders, reminders of
broken childhood.
memories collected like raindrops
on tongues of innocence.
painted brightly are smiles,
masking secrets,
sorrows weight recognized
as colors run south.
sad faces painted, collected too,
telling the truthful nature
of floppy feet make-up.
pulling my treasures from rubbermaid safe,
unwrapping with ink covered fingers,
I too shed my covering,
robe lays empty revealing my shame,
as I rain sadness
on a lifetime collection.
shattering rage,
colliding with brick
like screams in an echoing canyon.
sharp edges slice open
bleeding a lifetime of
disillusionment.
I pull out another wind-up song,
unwrapping illusions,
phantom music
of a little girl's dreams,
reality's ceramic crush,
as container empties,
plundered by life's
touch of madness.
gone now, my collection
and the need to display
masquerading carnival bozo's.
what remains are the
pieces,
of a super glued life
existing in a world
where fading glimpses
of your love for me
lingers.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
anyone have any suggestions before i submit it?
where are the clowns
porcelain pieces
decorate lush carpet,
fragmented remainders, reminders of
broken childhood.
memories collected like raindrops
on tongues of innocence.
painted brightly are smiles,
masking secrets,
sorrows weight recognized
as colors run south.
sad faces painted, collected too,
telling the truthful nature
of floppy feet make-up.
pulling my treasures from rubbermaid safe,
unwrapping with ink covered fingers,
I too shed my covering,
robe lays empty revealing my shame,
as I rain sadness
on a lifetime collection.
shattering rage,
colliding with brick
like screams in an echoing canyon.
sharp edges slice open
bleeding a lifetime of
disillusionment.
I pull out another wind-up song,
unwrapping illusions,
phantom music
of a little girl's dreams,
reality's ceramic crush,
as container empties,
plundered by life's
touch of madness.
gone now, my collection
and the need to display
masquerading carnival bozo's.
what remains are the
pieces,
of a super glued life
existing in a world
where fading glimpses
of your love for me
lingers.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
anyone have any suggestions before i submit it?
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BlueskyBeauty
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where are the clowns (4th draft)
porcelain pieces
decorate the floor
fragmented remainders,
reminders of broken childhood.
memories collected like raindrops
on the tongue
of innocence.
sad faces with brightly painted smiles
mask secrets,
sorrow’s weight recognized
as the colors run.
drawing my treasures from where they hide
I too am exposed.
discarded robe falls
revealing my shame,
as I rain sadness
on collected happiness.
shattering rage,
colliding with brick
like screams in an echoing canyon.
sharp edges slice open,
bleeding lifelong
disillusion
another wind-up song
unwrapping illusions,
phantom music
of a little girls dreams,
reality's ceramic crush,
plundered by life's
touch of madness.
gone now, my collection
and the need to display
masquerading carnival bozo's.
what remains are the
pieces,
of a super glued life
existing in a world
where fading glimpses
of your love for me
lingers
untouchable behind glass.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
tess it improved it so much, i can't just leave it like it was. ty
porcelain pieces
decorate the floor
fragmented remainders,
reminders of broken childhood.
memories collected like raindrops
on the tongue
of innocence.
sad faces with brightly painted smiles
mask secrets,
sorrow’s weight recognized
as the colors run.
drawing my treasures from where they hide
I too am exposed.
discarded robe falls
revealing my shame,
as I rain sadness
on collected happiness.
shattering rage,
colliding with brick
like screams in an echoing canyon.
sharp edges slice open,
bleeding lifelong
disillusion
another wind-up song
unwrapping illusions,
phantom music
of a little girls dreams,
reality's ceramic crush,
plundered by life's
touch of madness.
gone now, my collection
and the need to display
masquerading carnival bozo's.
what remains are the
pieces,
of a super glued life
existing in a world
where fading glimpses
of your love for me
lingers
untouchable behind glass.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
tess it improved it so much, i can't just leave it like it was. ty
BlueskyBeauty
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porcelain pieces
decorate plush carpet,
fragmented remainders,
reminders of broken childhood.
memories collected like raindrops
on the tongue
of innocence.
sad faces with brightly painted smiles
mask secrets,
sorrow’s weight recognized
as the colors run.
drawing my treasures from where they hide
I too am exposed.
discarded robe falls
revealing my shame,
as I rain sadness
on collected happiness.
shattering rage,
colliding with brick
like screams in an echoing canyon.
sharp edges slice open,
bleeding lifelong
disillusion
another wind-up song
unwrapping illusions,
phantom music
of a little girls dreams,
reality's ceramic crush,
treasure box emptied,
plundered by life's
touch of madness.
gone now, my collection
and the need to display
masquerading carnival bozo's.
what remains are the
pieces,
of a super glued life
existing in a world
where fading glimpses
of your love for me
lingers
untouchable behind glass.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
done i think!
for now
decorate plush carpet,
fragmented remainders,
reminders of broken childhood.
memories collected like raindrops
on the tongue
of innocence.
sad faces with brightly painted smiles
mask secrets,
sorrow’s weight recognized
as the colors run.
drawing my treasures from where they hide
I too am exposed.
discarded robe falls
revealing my shame,
as I rain sadness
on collected happiness.
shattering rage,
colliding with brick
like screams in an echoing canyon.
sharp edges slice open,
bleeding lifelong
disillusion
another wind-up song
unwrapping illusions,
phantom music
of a little girls dreams,
reality's ceramic crush,
treasure box emptied,
plundered by life's
touch of madness.
gone now, my collection
and the need to display
masquerading carnival bozo's.
what remains are the
pieces,
of a super glued life
existing in a world
where fading glimpses
of your love for me
lingers
untouchable behind glass.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
done i think!
for now
Angeline
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Re: mazatlan
Want an edit, big boy? Here's some suggestions--take em or leave em--they're offered in friendship, always. If you want explanations for any of em or such, pm me.
Devil sun,
sol diablo.
There.
Here
it's October apples and pumpkins,
Massachusetts wrapped
in its shawl of orange and brown,
soon threadbare.
But there
brown shades cinnamon skin.
The women are proud, angelic,
graceful and elegant queens
descended from clandestine mountains
that crouch in the distance
like half-hidden thrones.
Eyes move past
corrugated shacks,
as if on parade. Eyes,
bottomless black,
like staring into night,
staring into heaven.
She,
bedecked in linen
and gauzy crepe,
bejeweled in coral,
turquoise, silver,
a wind chime dancer,
ringing.
Hair black as murder,
straight, long. Can you see it,
cascading over your chest,
your thighs. Can you see
yourself wound in it,
rapt, redeemed, reborn?
Think of coffee and chocolate,
rich scented rooms, and musky skin.
Languid
listless
lounging
listening while she slips sweet
silk from her body and joins you.
You taste history there,
percolated and slathered
on her skin. She whispers
in that rolling, purring language,
each syllable a kiss, a stroke,
an invitation.
Inside
she is hot
tropic wet steam sex.
She never closes her eyes
She moves over you, through you.
She feeds you the passion
of her people, her dreams
and yours.
She coos your name
as if you are her lost child.
Does she dream of this too,
under her tin roof, when she is out
of your sight, no longer
a goddess?
Tathagata said:
Want an edit, big boy? Here's some suggestions--take em or leave em--they're offered in friendship, always. If you want explanations for any of em or such, pm me.
Devil sun,
sol diablo.
There.
Here
it's October apples and pumpkins,
Massachusetts wrapped
in its shawl of orange and brown,
soon threadbare.
But there
brown shades cinnamon skin.
The women are proud, angelic,
graceful and elegant queens
descended from clandestine mountains
that crouch in the distance
like half-hidden thrones.
Eyes move past
corrugated shacks,
as if on parade. Eyes,
bottomless black,
like staring into night,
staring into heaven.
She,
bedecked in linen
and gauzy crepe,
bejeweled in coral,
turquoise, silver,
a wind chime dancer,
ringing.
Hair black as murder,
straight, long. Can you see it,
cascading over your chest,
your thighs. Can you see
yourself wound in it,
rapt, redeemed, reborn?
Think of coffee and chocolate,
rich scented rooms, and musky skin.
Languid
listless
lounging
listening while she slips sweet
silk from her body and joins you.
You taste history there,
percolated and slathered
on her skin. She whispers
in that rolling, purring language,
each syllable a kiss, a stroke,
an invitation.
Inside
she is hot
tropic wet steam sex.
She never closes her eyes
She moves over you, through you.
She feeds you the passion
of her people, her dreams
and yours.
She coos your name
as if you are her lost child.
Does she dream of this too,
under her tin roof, when she is out
of your sight, no longer
a goddess?
Tathagata
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Re: Re: mazatlan
Wow
the first time you ever did me...and in public too
thank you
PM's on the way
Angeline said:Want an edit, big boy? Here's some suggestions--take em or leave em--they're offered in friendship, always. If you want explanations for any of em or such, pm me.
Wow
the first time you ever did me...and in public too
thank you
PM's on the way
BlueskyBeauty
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Re: Re: Re: mazatlan
hehe, i got to watch too!
Tathagata said:Wow
the first time you ever did me...and in public too
thank you
PM's on the way
hehe, i got to watch too!
BlueskyBeauty
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mmm, nice commas doll, write me another line!
Angeline said:I thought i saw someone skulking around here.
flashes my commas at you
mmm, nice commas doll, write me another line!
BlueskyBeauty
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Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: mazatlan
quit teasing me with grammer,
i'm too badly in need of a poem!
Angeline said:
quit teasing me with grammer,
i'm too badly in need of a poem!
tungtied2u
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Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: mazatlan
just like me to arrive with the timing of a
past participle.
Angeline said:yes dear. i'll see what i can do.
just like me to arrive with the timing of a
past participle.
Angeline
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oh i think your timing is pluperfect.
(ok i have to write a poem now. or post more joni lyrics. or read lauren's story. or all of the above.)
tungtied2u said:just like me to arrive with the timing of a
past participle.
oh i think your timing is pluperfect.
(ok i have to write a poem now. or post more joni lyrics. or read lauren's story. or all of the above.)
tungtied2u
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wait! I was just going to preposition you.
under
Angeline said:oh i think your timing is pluperfect.
(ok i have to write a poem now. or post more joni lyrics. or read lauren's story. or all of the above.)
wait! I was just going to preposition you.
under
tungtied2u
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done and done
Angeline said:over. under. sideways. down.
wait! that belongs in the lyrics thread!
done and done
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