I don't interpret them. I ain't that smart. I just know what I like to read.
I guess it means I should have stopped at 5 frosty mugs
I just had a frosty mug in a Mexican restaurant.
On windy nights
sleepless birds
hide upon unbroken boughs
watching shadows walk the moonlight
echoing secrets in darkness
beyond the narrow path
where the hunt has begun
colorbook
You continue to delight. I missed this one somehow.
I'm just trying to wake this thread up
what good would it do
if could you
do it again
what prize
should you win
again
Helllllllooooooooo Ed & Color
Helllllllooooooooo to you too
written dreams on crinkly paper
birth of tales to be told
inside the leather bindings
finds a story to unfold
revives there the man with no past
and no story could be found
for noone ever knew who he was
and noone heard his dying sound
but now he comes with aspirations
dreams, hopes of predilection
he knows now he must tell his story
to live forever in spotless glory
I know, I know
That I don't know
This makes me a fool or a genius
I feel like an idiot just between us
grab the words
make them glow
so they can tell
us what you know
make a phrase
make it known
lift you up
when you are down
Arabian proverb:
He who knows not and knows not he knows not, he is a fool. Shun him.
He who knows not and knows he knows not, he is simple. Teach him.
He who knows and knows not he knows, he is asleep. Wake him.
He who knows and knows he knows, he is wise. Follow him.
Tripping over the lights
basted in halogen glaze,
with stars in the eyes
and elephants in the heart,
we stomach on
and dream of Fiji,
temperate climes
and natural beauty.
New to the Forum
Colorbook......... Neat!
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If love alone kept her alive
Here she would be, with me.
Her son's have no such claim
For love needs soothing, not pain.
Do I dare hope for solice
In a world filled with malice?
I must lay this "gift" down
Let my heart spend the sound.
Oh, sweet time, heal my soul
Past is past, the bell heard its
toll.
shoot the stars up at night
balance the moon just right
put out the common light
for we dance on the blue wet beach
punctured sun down below
wind blew clouds with the crow
jet black waves circular flow
when we dance like starfish out of reach
melt walls to molten rivers
clog sewers like diseased livers
escape rat-hole cancer tombs
salvation sixpack in meadow blooms
even as the snow does fall
in glistening nights of shadowed pines
as wicked winds rewind the play
hiding fate behind the times
I tought I taw a puddy tat.
you did see a puddy tat
Edgar, I once owned a cat with the name Puddy Tat.
There is a cat much like the one in your picture in the apartments.
