cryptomancer

fishnet

Flogging

A Raven in a tutu Dances in the the room throwing 'pixie dust (pepper) of inspiration' on everyone present. Is it possible, (or plausible), that a stream of conciousness take the small boat of logical thought on a merry ride, throwing it about so it resembles a leaf in a tumble dryer, before washing it ashore in some distantly insane clime, infested with jungles of emotions and tangles of vice, choaking the virtue from the land. Dressing sweet logic, (in all its innocence), in the robes of animal hide, and adornments made of tooth and claw, making it resemble a savage of wild times and distant lands, and teaching it the tongue of madness, so it speaks in riddles and rhymes, letting the beads of its existance be woven in to the fabric of the land. Would it make my insanity more logical, or merely make me logically insane?

naughty

sheep

Thank you.

OK, small revision: Stolen from the thundering plains of savannah, An ageless wellspring, that blest my mortal blood. My spirit drifts, empty, forgotten, aimless and alone. Calling my being to wander, ever housed, never at home. Deep heavens drench my heart in a flood of familiar stars, The kiss of dry air drifting over the grass, feeling the soft thrum Of the acacia thorns, each white tip scratching trails in the night. Hold of the plains cutting deep into the veins of my soul. The dust settles, as it watches the dancing wind, Dervish, daemons of the plains, the torment of the unwary. But I am weary, wandering through a land of gold, Sacred and scarred, scared soul running free.

ok, I started revising again, and keep making more issuses for myself, so this may just create another poem, we see what the mind reveals.

Have you ever tried 'latte timtams'?

throw

Have you ave seen the golden gate alight with the colour of the african sun setting over savannah? Have you ever dreamed of standing on the sane road watching it again? Have you ever woken thinking you were there still? (The golden gate is a mountain pass through sandstone cliffs in South Africa, the cliffs look gold at sunset, quite a breath taking sight)

Ever drank so much coffee your brain wouldn't turn off, just because you liked the insanity that it was generating?

Stolen from the thundering plains of savannah, That opens the expanse of my land of birth, My spirit drifts, aimless and alone, empty, forgotten. Calling my being to wander, ever housed, never at home. I dream of stars opening the expanse of heaven to my eyes, The kiss of dry air drifting over the grass, feeling the soft thrum Of the acacia thorns, each white tip scratching trails in the night. Hold of the plains cutting deep into the veins of my soul. The dust settles, as it watches the dancing wind, Dervish, daemons of the plains, the torment of the unwary. But I am weary, wandering through a land of gold, Sacred and scarred, scared soul running free. (Thanks Wyvern, Good call to drop the last line)

Sorry about the title, I had a Yoda moment... and I normally dont title my poems anyway, it more a case of I have to put something in that field to post it so I do.. The last line gave closure, I did almost leave it at the penultimate line but it seemed incomplete. But you are right, it is a bit etherial, but then.... it is a feeling you get standing in the savannah at times, the feeling that youare completely insignificant to the land, that you are almost an intrusion to its existance. I see what I can do with it. Thanks

*looks in mirror* I can do it to myself.... does that count?

wine

play

Happy birthday all, hope the days were fantastic, and many wishes (from well blown candles) come true.

because

Caffeine is but a path to walk, that sums life in its clasp. It is not the avenue of enlightenment, it is neither a cause nor effect, it is simply the catalyst. It is the opening of eyes, it is the clarity of vision, it gives you the methods to look at yourself and see all you truely are. It tells you the story of the world. Motivation by aquisition, all I do, I do for caffeine. Or is it caffeine? Money is but a path to walk, that sums life in its clasp. It is not the avenue of enlightenment, it is neither a cause nor effect, it is simply the catalyst. It is the opening of eyes, it is the clarity of vision, it gives you the methods to look at yourself and see all you truely are. It tells you the story of the world. Motivation by aquisition, all I do, I do for money. Or is it money? Love is but a path to walk, that sums life in its clasp. It is not the avenue of enlightenment, it is neither a cause nor effect, it is simply the catalyst. It is the opening of eyes, it is the clarity of vision, it gives you the methods to look at yourself and see all you truely are. It tells you the story of the world. Motivation by aquisition, all I do, I do for Love. Love it defined by many, denied by many, rejected by many, offered by many, accepted by many. It is more treasured than most things, more craved than the strongest drugs, more abundantly available than the leaves on the trees, and yet....... Harder to find, than the rarest gem. All I do, I do for Love. Ever love, Everloved.

Have you ever wanted to just keep driving? Have you ever wished the sunset would never end? Have you ever spent an hour, outside on a cold night, with your camera, waiting for a single exposure of the night sky to finish? Have you ever spent another hour, outside on a cold night, with your camera, taking the same picture, cause you weren't happy with the first one? Ever wish that there was someone there to share it all with?

fight

coral

Beach

bitter