very nice poem. ditto as inbloom.
try translating it into Middle English, might be fun!
prophetic: "the flames. they rise. and burn these people. Those Poor people. The People on the Roof" now, if only the same would happen to the...
the transparent sonoran desert or is it opaque oil of plaque sun
a triptych to masochism/scism
yes, but the question is -is it too late to change -(as you follow the funeral procession, all dressed in black).
nothing to do with drugs- everything to do with betrayal.
Your idea is a good one, Tormentations, I hope you can pull it off- I will definitely want to contribute.
but maybe the moderators of this forum know better. society at large is ignorant and narrow-minded-there- my bit of free speech (i stand by it)....
yea, that is an ideal, and this one is called freedom of speech- and in this society, there ain't no such thing.
my pants do not tighten (anyone else feel this way?) or am i just a freak?
the one by Leonard Cohen.
i like the second haiku better.
hold infinity in the palm of your hand
humans fail, where machines stumble. the red blue and white flag, spread as a bedsheet provides the solution.
after the machine rolls/walks out of the perfectly formed human mouth, is there anything left to say/state?
and a heaven in a wild flower
pitiful images enfolds...
the distance of words...
that's what happens when the grass starts growing. then it's time for mowing. rmrmrmrmrmrmrmrmrmrmrmrmrmimrmrmrm
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