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Monthly Archives: July 2007
New World
This poem is going nowhere, so I’m going to let you all finish it! I’ll add your lines to the original and a link to your site/blog. So, go ahead then! Get those brains working! 
Electricity binds the stars,
As strings bond a harp;
Harmonic melodies ring out the cosmos,
And lyrical angelic voices cascade,
Creating a recherché world.
Brilliant skies embrace the new world,
Blanketing every mountain, valley, ridge, and plateau,
With an abundance of life and light unfurled.
Animals and humans alike, roam,
Far from their original home.
As the they ramble their way around the globe,
They encounter new people and species
That are not much different in their ornamental robes.
Still, they peacefully march cross frontier streams,
Hoping not to disturb the tyrannical regimes.
Cautiously, they pass into the land of the free,
So the might join the nations yearly jubilee.
The ask, “What has this place to offer”,
As they dig for their last bit of gold in hollow coffers.
Absolute Vanilla (and Atyllah) wrote:
Searching in circles
Cycling through time
Always we wander, always we’re bound
By the electric energy
which creates you and me
Pulling himself back from the edge,
Realising that something was wrong,
He caught the smell of burning linen,
Seeing the iron burning the place down he screamed,
‘Why the fuck did I get high and daydream?‘
Issues?
I’m always going on about how I see the world, the
situations I seem to get myself into, and the broken relationships. So, in order to be fair and impartial, I
figured I’d post a few remarks from my x-girlfriend, as she slammed the door in
my face.
Her: You’ve got issues, Shane!
Me: No I don’t!
Her: Ha
Me: What are you talking about gorgeous? Be specific!
Her: That charm won’t get you anywhere with me!
Me: Wanna bet?
Her: You’ve still got a picture of that crazy bitch from Europe sitting on your desk, and you talk
about her, like she’s the fucking queen of England.
Me: I do not! She’s just a friend!
Her: Yeah Right?
Me: I’m serious.
Her: You have serious anger issues, and I am afraid that I’ll be next.
Me: I have never, and will never strike a woman! It’s not in my nature.
Her: When are you going to join us again on earth, instead of that dreamy place you reside in constantly? Can’t you just be content with me and what we have?
Me: Of course, I can.
Her: No, you can’t. I couldn’t’ bare to see that glimmer in your eyes dim.
Me: That’s Crazy. I…
Her: Call me when you get over her, work out your anger, and come back to reality.
And, that was the end of that!
Take My Hand
It’s
okay, I’m not here to hurt you, just to tell you about the Grand Cayman Islands. Let me take you on a journey across a crystalline sea and virgin beaches. Savour the warm blanc sand particles, as they squish between your toes on this glorious shore. Close your eyes and allow the sunbeams to touch and caress every ridge and crevasse of your face.
Walk with me to the water’s edge, leaving expanses of our story in the mucky sand. Mutely stand in expectancy, as the frothy saltwater advances. It courses round our feet, kissing every surface with a million fervid burbles.
Sit with me on this beauteous eve, while the sun splashes its myriad of colours upon the risqué Caribbean Sea. Watch as the brightest ambers, violets, and cerises spill out o’er the lapping and glistening waves, like an act of the grand stage play orchestrated before our very eyes.
It is late now. The sun has rested its weary head behind the skyline, so that the moon may be
awakened from its nocturnal nap. Calmly, the sea lies in awe at the grandeur of the moon. Only the occasional splash of sea turtles breaches the mirrored waters surface.
Next time I’ll discuss the underwater caverns of Calica,
Mexico.
Colour My World
