arch
By AniDayz
carved desktop fragmentations,
(pencil.dust in nasal cavities)
bathroom smiles, handshake passes
patchouli reminiscence
metaphoric somersaults
somersaulting headstands of calamactic. omnipresence
stare
into the
mirror
of
laughter.
fold and bleed.
origamice tongues.
un.fold.
shift.
roads of nailspolish dust
all glitter spun and parked atop mountain's hand.out
..look
city lites dancing beneath feetprints washed into
oceanic embrace whispering
secrets of porcelain projections cut.throating the reality of
d e s i r e.
desire
sitting in the circle of crosslegged space waving into the presence of
her.
mesmorised in the vibrating vibrance rainbowing it's effect into the skin
of existence wavering like tree limbs palming a sky.filled star
dripping from the lips of
convergences'
mergence
merging
with raindrops fingering fireflies in the eyes of
touch.
green grass winding in winds of summer's breath trickling down the neck
of moon drops dripping into
dreams arching the neck of flexibility enabling able tangiblities
tangling
kites of flying transformation
ascending
senses
solidifying
sensuous
sand
caressing fingertips, gracing skins
tracing the palmistry of
connection.
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Comments on "arch"
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A former member wrote:
wow--- a psychotropic pretty poem. it fills in all the spaces in my head quite nicely. and i love the title. thanks.
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On Friday, December 26, 2008, urbanhumility
(1158) wrote:
a somewhat cathardic and fluid poem.....reading it through at any tempo........one has learned........well done.............urban
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A former member wrote:
"d e s i r e.
desire
sitting in the circle of crosslegged space waving into the presence of
her."-- - + and then to surround the iamges and spillingering language with the room to breathe [bare.ly].. .. ..the 'space' of which you possess for 'her'. .. . .great to have you posting again. blessings. +ness
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A former member wrote:
spillingering? Root-a-toot-toot and rum-pa-pum-pum... I think I've just heard a rink-atink-tazzle played by whistle-roo Who on a rolling wonka-spell-bazzle... Can I get one of those under my tree?
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On Wednesday, December 24, 2008, Alanarchy
(1168) wrote:
I love this kind of word play, mixed with exactly this kind of language and tone. And rhythm. Almost seems to pump it's own music through text. Creates a very intricate, and slick moving piece. Stellar imagery. Bad ass. Write on :)
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A former member wrote:
this work paints, fro me a kaleidescope of colors but i have to ask....what the hell are you talking about?
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On Thursday, December 25, 2008, AniDayz
(812) wrote:
i am speaking of desire...and how that desire , the initial seed of desire grows and changes shape, form, colours...into passion, into a reality, into a connection(s) with another,...the transformation...through interaction, through growth and discovery into understanding and tangibility...