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Shan’t call her a lady
for she is not tender or clean.

She needs to be rescued but, tis
something that one can’t explain and
although its only a dream
muttled in the colors of shady grey,
her thoughts can only kiss sky
and dwell in dark caverns
of fire born..

She walks with grace upon petals of gaia
and her voice lulls raging seas;
She might be fooled by northern larks
singing on his stained silver moon.

So , who who is she but , pawn or husk , human
designed to stall in the wind...
with sails unfurled , unbound and free..
gathering trails of living frailty
called ME..
 
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bluerains said:
Shan’t call her a lady
for she is not tender or clean.

She needs to be rescued but, tis
something that one can’t explain and
although its only a dream
muttled in the colors of shady grey,
her thoughts can only kiss sky
and dwell in dark caverns
of fire born..

She walks with grace upon petals of gaia
and her voice lulls raging seas;
She might be fooled by northern larks
singing on his stained silver moon.

So , who who is she but , pawn or husk , human
designed to stall in the wind...
with sails unfurled , unbound and free..
gathering trails of living frailty
called ME..
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wow, from out of the blue <grin a very good writ!
 
no one has asked about muttled...am seeing life in a fog of me...not existing...foilee again..muttled to me a puppy breed mixed with a mutt of dna...just in case..one thoug ht I was mispelling ...
 
The lies of Life

as seen through cascades of illusion
capture those whose thoughts digress to past
experience and realities.

Essence thrives in the muck of transference
where only challenge forces reason
upon those imbedded in ancient history...
 
tresspass natures pattern
against the grain
lightening without thunder
fire with out smoke
volcanos melting
just try and stop the winds of change
 
thanks blue, for the mention <grin...I wrestled with my self rather to submit it because of the reason I wrote it but the more I read it the more it fit so amny things <grin...thanks
 
Dream Weaver

Visions of shade tripping
paint his world in temporal
points on dream fabric.

His goddess radiates
both flashes of color
as furnishing between
footfall and rainbows.

His house ,
without ceiling
or floor tettering on
firefall brink of ignition.

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What does this image inspire in you?
 
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whimsical spray
of body and mind

to throw out one's arms
while the mind chants
forgotten dreams
and starving
for desires of passion

to kill the moment
and lay as death
breathing heavy
with thought
 
thoughts dreaming
her pillars of fire
wanting , needing
sky to be blue
through every dark
violet hue
of virulent
 
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I want a blue sky
but today
it was grey
and last night
black as the ace of spades

I want a blue sky
but the clouds
covered the heavens
with hints of sun beams
that passed through

I want a blue sky
not hazed in L.A. fog
or a blistering summer white
I want a blue sky
and I want it tonight
 
My Erotic Trail said:
I want a blue sky
but today
it was grey
and last night
black as the ace of spades

I want a blue sky
but the clouds
covered the heavens
with hints of sun beams
that passed through

I want a blue sky
not hazed in L.A. fog
or a blistering summer white
I want a blue sky
and I want it tonight
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night skies indigo
finds its rainbow in the dark
on wings of a crow..
 
My Erotic Trail said:
a murder
of crows
blending with the night
a shadows life
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wings bent not broken
a crow can never be taught
the shadow of death...
 
bluerains said:
wings bent not broken
a crow can never be taught
the shadow of death...
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a shadow moves
across the ground
mirror of the shadow
across the sky
wing beat wide
through me
I saw it fly
 
My Erotic Trail said:
a shadow moves
across the ground
mirror of the shadow
across the sky
wing beat wide
through me
I saw it fly
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and I dreamed
it was I
who could fly
 
her wings fly not in
his want and need
or ownership
squenched is light of pale love
for she, in innocence
dropped into his finality
after the rain fell...

zzz/ O I M B/ad
 
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to taste every drop
drenched from your rainsoaked rawness
I distill your shine
 
Existential Harlot

She’s a vulgar vamp
with smorgasbords appetite
possibilities....

She's a rundown tramp
comsumed in computer lust
solitariness....

She’s isolation
with incomprehension of
intellectuals..

She’s grazing on words
feeding on spinning ego
counting her sheep


she is..."The Program"..
 
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bluerains said:
She’s a vulgar vamp
with smorgasbords appetite
possibilities....

She's a rundown tramp
comsumed in computer lust
solitariness....

She’s isolation
with incomprehension of
intellectuals..

She’s grazing on words
feeding on spinning ego
counting her sheep


she is..."The Program"..
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ahhh, I wrote a short story, Cyber-Sindy the crazy lady on the internet and just how far does cyber sex go? <laughing are the men in white> this poem reminded me of it.
 
um..now that randy is really randy...quite a program..running...am impressed with your ability to make a short story sound sssooo randy... ;) :nana: hoot and holler...blue
ps..damn you make me read those short stories...ugh...
 
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Butterfly passion rise
stars in their eyes
thunder hearts
and short breathed words

I never heard
 
My Erotic Trail said:
Butterfly passion rise
stars in their eyes
thunder hearts
and short breathed words

I never heard
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souls flutter
in silent wings
wishing
on a grey cloud
 
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