Monumental Proportions
TNPer
Indeed it is. Also, IG, love yours.
Indie's Inanities
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Vrtbovska Zahrada
TNPer
Oh, I could fix that quite easily...I'll do my best and then we do have a crappy one! 
mental imagination
TNPer
@I G. Damn, you are good. Kinda like the meal aint over untill the fortune cookie is cracked.
Monumental Proportions
TNPer
I built you this.
Democratic Donkeys
TNPer
Did you build the baby in the carrier too?
Monumental Proportions
TNPer
Of course, after much hard labor and sweating.
It's not for them, unless they are into that kind of thing....
It's not for them, unless they are into that kind of thing....
Okay, I had to share this, but it was annoying me having it in my signature. It's my current avatar on GaiaOnline. Friggin' took me forever to get all the parts of this outfit. But it makes me laugh. Because it's just so damn cool. But only on Gaia. Sigh. I don't think any of you can fully appreciate it.
*IndieGirl shakes her head woefully and laughs at herself.
If a musketeer were on fire and coming for your soul...
*IndieGirl shakes her head woefully and laughs at herself.
If a musketeer were on fire and coming for your soul...
I can't remember if I shared this one already. If so, I'm sorry. If not, enjoy...
but to get back to
me
consider nothing
as you were.
i do samethings
as always, just better
and time has done it's ownthings
to me
which you couldn't have,
even with those hands.
someone will ask for magic and i
darenot turn around. just so
happens i got some
right here. i don't plan to share with
anybody.
maybe i've learned to live with the quiet of this
cycle, maybe
i am coaxing old love itself. it could be
just...
i eat meat.
potatoes
greens, i drink chocolate
milk.
every third day. i hate myself the fourth.
redeem a soul every hour,
i set the cuckoos free.
don'tcaremuch
to keep time. i care too much.
nobody need bother sit still.
save a life with your story, go try
tell me something i don't know
about me.
It's one of my old ones that I rediscovered this morning.
but to get back to
me
consider nothing
as you were.
i do samethings
as always, just better
and time has done it's ownthings
to me
which you couldn't have,
even with those hands.
someone will ask for magic and i
darenot turn around. just so
happens i got some
right here. i don't plan to share with
anybody.
maybe i've learned to live with the quiet of this
cycle, maybe
i am coaxing old love itself. it could be
just...
i eat meat.
potatoes
greens, i drink chocolate
milk.
every third day. i hate myself the fourth.
redeem a soul every hour,
i set the cuckoos free.
don'tcaremuch
to keep time. i care too much.
nobody need bother sit still.
save a life with your story, go try
tell me something i don't know
about me.
It's one of my old ones that I rediscovered this morning.
mental imagination
TNPer
reminds me of standing in the middle of a circle of people.
figure it out
you want to squint in the eyes of it.
most people do.
you'lll tear up
definitely. you'll get shaky
and smilefrown
you'll lose control
of your face you'll think:
the most beautiful thing
possible within your imagination
and maybe even futher still -
each time you try.
sarcasm, in all it's infinite wit,
all it gives
within it's negativity straight thru on up
is just but to reach us
down here.
laugh at everybody. laugh
at yourself.
figure it out.
you just want to know
people are loving you
and they are.
they are.
you want to squint in the eyes of it.
most people do.
you'lll tear up
definitely. you'll get shaky
and smilefrown
you'll lose control
of your face you'll think:
the most beautiful thing
possible within your imagination
and maybe even futher still -
each time you try.
sarcasm, in all it's infinite wit,
all it gives
within it's negativity straight thru on up
is just but to reach us
down here.
laugh at everybody. laugh
at yourself.
figure it out.
you just want to know
people are loving you
and they are.
they are.
given to mind
her head is resting in
the pentagon of his arm, very much
creating a home for her face.
he likes his lips upon her brow
in the dark.
she turnsup a fine grin, rises
from lovely shoulder to ask
have you ever known anything
like this before
no.
replies before the question mark
is hung, and he rides long
the validation of a deep exhale with her
good,
me neither.
they are adjacent; the
distance between two stars
but he would get impatient,
drive a car up the escalator to where
the floors have not been built yet -
she would know don't grab
on too tightly she would
know not to
let go.
her head is resting in
the pentagon of his arm, very much
creating a home for her face.
he likes his lips upon her brow
in the dark.
she turnsup a fine grin, rises
from lovely shoulder to ask
have you ever known anything
like this before
no.
replies before the question mark
is hung, and he rides long
the validation of a deep exhale with her
good,
me neither.
they are adjacent; the
distance between two stars
but he would get impatient,
drive a car up the escalator to where
the floors have not been built yet -
she would know don't grab
on too tightly she would
know not to
let go.
nothing
stay away. yes
it will stop at some point
you will become a memory.
the freedom of never yours again;
my love's
responsibilities lie elsewhere. i am
so sure of this.
goodbye is mine forever
you gave it to me
like it was something
i said
after everything, you punctuated with
not-for-long.
your considerable grin
still considers me,
all wry
and embarassed you
still like me.
i forgo
(forgot)
that worship,
this what have we done?
and my alienated frame - your disenchanted
should've-been-mine face smears me
all over everything
you'd alternately planned.
stay away. yes
it will stop at some point
you will become a memory.
the freedom of never yours again;
my love's
responsibilities lie elsewhere. i am
so sure of this.
goodbye is mine forever
you gave it to me
like it was something
i said
after everything, you punctuated with
not-for-long.
your considerable grin
still considers me,
all wry
and embarassed you
still like me.
i forgo
(forgot)
that worship,
this what have we done?
and my alienated frame - your disenchanted
should've-been-mine face smears me
all over everything
you'd alternately planned.
sunny peaks
the Hogle Zoo is humming
Joni Mitchell.
we still have yet to see the ocelot so
stand outside his realm softly singing
We Looked Like Giants.
i think about him atop on one of the
high plateaus, just out of sight.
we get the picture. we read the plaque.
i'm sure he's displeased
with something very personal, due to his
excessive absence
from view.
so i asked the zookeeper if he's really in there.
she reminded me of my softball coach, and to
look toward the sunny
peaks.
he is an unattainable ocelot, mythical, mafiosa-type.
it's his Rocky Mountain range,
in the morning
when the rock and shade are damp, the cold
below is being handled by
'his people'
while he basks, in some form
of freedom.
the ocelot
is gone a lot.
the Hogle Zoo is humming
Joni Mitchell.
we still have yet to see the ocelot so
stand outside his realm softly singing
We Looked Like Giants.
i think about him atop on one of the
high plateaus, just out of sight.
we get the picture. we read the plaque.
i'm sure he's displeased
with something very personal, due to his
excessive absence
from view.
so i asked the zookeeper if he's really in there.
she reminded me of my softball coach, and to
look toward the sunny
peaks.
he is an unattainable ocelot, mythical, mafiosa-type.
it's his Rocky Mountain range,
in the morning
when the rock and shade are damp, the cold
below is being handled by
'his people'
while he basks, in some form
of freedom.
the ocelot
is gone a lot.
enemies
i don't want to see fools
suffer gladly, rather
i want to see them say, Hey so
i was a fool just then. haha
imagine that.
we are born with niceties, yours got away
so then find them again.
in everybody's perfect idea
they mean everything they say
you make me see myself. that's what you should say.
and if you hate me well
i'm not sorry.
and let my unconscious create a challenge
for you,
so that you may excel
beyond all comprehension.
i see it now, through your spittled scowl:
blistered humanity.
i see it now, so
i win.
i don't want to see fools
suffer gladly, rather
i want to see them say, Hey so
i was a fool just then. haha
imagine that.
we are born with niceties, yours got away
so then find them again.
in everybody's perfect idea
they mean everything they say
you make me see myself. that's what you should say.
and if you hate me well
i'm not sorry.
and let my unconscious create a challenge
for you,
so that you may excel
beyond all comprehension.
i see it now, through your spittled scowl:
blistered humanity.
i see it now, so
i win.
the texture of relief
he will rest his head upon her
light pages
fingers type roads.
he reads the avenue nightly.
likes to see her heart get away
she's letting it run
and it just about dies
as it leaves her, ruby
drops
a word
it goes too far but
she gets it.
she can get it back
before it dries out like angelfish.
it hurts more not to
have faith.
she'll feel something somewhere
surrounded
by other someones
they talk but she is elsewhere
breathing as if to
smell the taste
of sea.
she will seek rest
in this unrest
peace in not finding any.
think softly because
it is easier on the head.
show me what it is really, she says
really.
knows
Christmas
isn't even
at a store.
love is donation.
i'll take the red one.
when you have nothing
you have time.
he hasn't completely found her yet
when someone leaves
he will go back to study her
maps.
he will rest his head upon her
light pages
fingers type roads.
he reads the avenue nightly.
likes to see her heart get away
she's letting it run
and it just about dies
as it leaves her, ruby
drops
a word
it goes too far but
she gets it.
she can get it back
before it dries out like angelfish.
it hurts more not to
have faith.
she'll feel something somewhere
surrounded
by other someones
they talk but she is elsewhere
breathing as if to
smell the taste
of sea.
she will seek rest
in this unrest
peace in not finding any.
think softly because
it is easier on the head.
show me what it is really, she says
really.
knows
Christmas
isn't even
at a store.
love is donation.
i'll take the red one.
when you have nothing
you have time.
he hasn't completely found her yet
when someone leaves
he will go back to study her
maps.
truth
look up, blue eyes,
the skies a message for you now
don't just expect
it will
rain down.
read on into that big blue nothing
for once it's got something
for you.
nuances alter by way of
have to
dreams are drawn and fixtures are
released.
ten other lovers may hold you
before you lock eyes
with eleven
these are the real perils of circumstance.
look over the overture
styley and wild in it's ability to placate the present.
be kissed but
not incidentally.
look up, blue eyes,
the skies a message for you now
don't just expect
it will
rain down.
read on into that big blue nothing
for once it's got something
for you.
nuances alter by way of
have to
dreams are drawn and fixtures are
released.
ten other lovers may hold you
before you lock eyes
with eleven
these are the real perils of circumstance.
look over the overture
styley and wild in it's ability to placate the present.
be kissed but
not incidentally.
an old one I found today...
the feeling of fleeing
streetlights
are dependable andso
they have my love.
boys: get hurt,
become pirates.
chase me up,
to call me
a siren.
i sing because i'm tired
of bone
heads these
decaying down
on the rocks.
my mind effervesces miles
over dead
see
a fakelove has nothing
to do
with me.
you could've been
my velveteen
rabbit
and i
your good
skin horse.
but your story flecks
my
dulcet name
who rides truthful
condensation trails skyward.
and yet i've known no greater
love than
what it's like
to fly
away.
the feeling of fleeing
streetlights
are dependable andso
they have my love.
boys: get hurt,
become pirates.
chase me up,
to call me
a siren.
i sing because i'm tired
of bone
heads these
decaying down
on the rocks.
my mind effervesces miles
over dead
see
a fakelove has nothing
to do
with me.
you could've been
my velveteen
rabbit
and i
your good
skin horse.
but your story flecks
my
dulcet name
who rides truthful
condensation trails skyward.
and yet i've known no greater
love than
what it's like
to fly
away.
I think my ability to channel my inspirations has returned. At least, it has this morning. I started thing of how much I haven't written poetry in a while, and suddenly, I found I had so much to say. I've been typing these up in between calls, and can't seem to stop. A sudden realization, paradigm shift of things has thrown open the floodgates and I am...undamned.
touchwords
the lonely cold bears nothing but arrows
and you follow one
which took you here.
to me you are poorly drawn, no one
has properly relayed your gestures
not in conversation. not on purpose.
when a lady has power almost
no one will refer to her.
she is the silent revolution of thoughts.
poor, what have you
to be but what they see they aren't.
when you are smart you befriend the disfigured.
when you are wise you distinguish them not
for obvious differences but
for deliberate similiarlities
that take discipline.
i oblige the wiser for dumbing themselves down
so that i may be so fortunate
as to
understand.
i do Monday's crossword and the hardness of it
sends me
forth with passion
with vengence.
oh,
the difficulty of Friday
and yes.
touchwords
the lonely cold bears nothing but arrows
and you follow one
which took you here.
to me you are poorly drawn, no one
has properly relayed your gestures
not in conversation. not on purpose.
when a lady has power almost
no one will refer to her.
she is the silent revolution of thoughts.
poor, what have you
to be but what they see they aren't.
when you are smart you befriend the disfigured.
when you are wise you distinguish them not
for obvious differences but
for deliberate similiarlities
that take discipline.
i oblige the wiser for dumbing themselves down
so that i may be so fortunate
as to
understand.
i do Monday's crossword and the hardness of it
sends me
forth with passion
with vengence.
oh,
the difficulty of Friday
and yes.
the bird
she is cradled by the landslide of his neck
his hard earth, the stone she is delicate
smart, not to break herself
up against.
what is never spoken and frequently implied makes a
mountainside, whose shoulders are
for singing.
he gives way to echo
her past, the smell of all day when
the shadows have been thinking.
it takes an emptiness, and hollowed bones enough
to fly with.
the tundra of jaw is withholding
warmth.
he is kind to wear a faraway face
when it is only true.
flyers have their plans, their destinations are second
nature -
he stays the rock, that knows this.
she is cradled by the landslide of his neck
his hard earth, the stone she is delicate
smart, not to break herself
up against.
what is never spoken and frequently implied makes a
mountainside, whose shoulders are
for singing.
he gives way to echo
her past, the smell of all day when
the shadows have been thinking.
it takes an emptiness, and hollowed bones enough
to fly with.
the tundra of jaw is withholding
warmth.
he is kind to wear a faraway face
when it is only true.
flyers have their plans, their destinations are second
nature -
he stays the rock, that knows this.
shhh
hush.
don't go on
about how broken you are
it would be far too interesting for others.
how you were finally found
and lost - just like that. in retrospect
it was simultaneous.
i cannot say anything louder than you
and my quiet.
no more than you could alter what occurs
on your face, when your mouth
forms the sounds within
my name.
don't talk about it,
they say
and it will go away.
but that does things. makes vines that creep
secrets over all your inner walls, whispering
on about - that which we
do not speak.
i like things just fine in the hands of God.
i never played fruitful with you,
my love is only:
itself.
i will not talk it over with friends, make some cliché of me
to pretend for a minute of faraway conversation,
that we are still close.
i will not be waiting. staying.
no lie is true enough
when your liar lies
to you.
i have told them too.
but all the best,
for that which rests,
is still most likely
true.
hush.
don't go on
about how broken you are
it would be far too interesting for others.
how you were finally found
and lost - just like that. in retrospect
it was simultaneous.
i cannot say anything louder than you
and my quiet.
no more than you could alter what occurs
on your face, when your mouth
forms the sounds within
my name.
don't talk about it,
they say
and it will go away.
but that does things. makes vines that creep
secrets over all your inner walls, whispering
on about - that which we
do not speak.
i like things just fine in the hands of God.
i never played fruitful with you,
my love is only:
itself.
i will not talk it over with friends, make some cliché of me
to pretend for a minute of faraway conversation,
that we are still close.
i will not be waiting. staying.
no lie is true enough
when your liar lies
to you.
i have told them too.
but all the best,
for that which rests,
is still most likely
true.
when you met me
there was the day i was held out
like a boa on zoo day
to a kid in khaki shorts
we were both fantastic with terror.
you wanted to see what i would do
if you touched me -
the day i slid myself round
your vital, little charms
and music! there was heard
the closeness of love
to death.
the pain of sustain,
as we goodbye and i slowly
un-coil.
you left, wishing
you could wear me out in the world
i am living for a memory of
a wrap around you.
all the way home
you are still
holding your breath.
there was the day i was held out
like a boa on zoo day
to a kid in khaki shorts
we were both fantastic with terror.
you wanted to see what i would do
if you touched me -
the day i slid myself round
your vital, little charms
and music! there was heard
the closeness of love
to death.
the pain of sustain,
as we goodbye and i slowly
un-coil.
you left, wishing
you could wear me out in the world
i am living for a memory of
a wrap around you.
all the way home
you are still
holding your breath.
absolutions
she is making drums
beat when she walks.
imagine the end of the earth; see dragons
hear booms, ba-da-booms
anticipate succumbing.
fear calls you like disneyland teacups
and sixfeet swells at sea.
i'll dare you to
remember me.
sorry is seasick, if you don't decide
to ride the ocean.
take charge of this
cup of tea.
will you suffer hot wet rain, will you
rather heed its enjoyment factor
in passionate swells, oh
rainy drifts of wet wind.
it is astonishing how they've
discounted
free will.
so much so that you have to be
just that
to see it.
find
spires in my memory.
i can feel that holy.
Sunday is alive in me.
one has
found me here.
she is making drums
beat when she walks.
imagine the end of the earth; see dragons
hear booms, ba-da-booms
anticipate succumbing.
fear calls you like disneyland teacups
and sixfeet swells at sea.
i'll dare you to
remember me.
sorry is seasick, if you don't decide
to ride the ocean.
take charge of this
cup of tea.
will you suffer hot wet rain, will you
rather heed its enjoyment factor
in passionate swells, oh
rainy drifts of wet wind.
it is astonishing how they've
discounted
free will.
so much so that you have to be
just that
to see it.
find
spires in my memory.
i can feel that holy.
Sunday is alive in me.
one has
found me here.
Chapstickisfun
TNPer
I like your avatar and line. that movie is hilarious.
Monumental Proportions
TNPer
Impressed with my handwriting? Me too.
Happy birthday Chels. Luv joos.
Vrtbovska Zahrada
TNPer
CCCChhhappy birthday, kocka!
I hope you'll have a great time..
I hope you'll have a great time..
Whatever! You wished me a Happy Birthday at least 8 hours before anyone else did!DANGIT! i missed first birthday honours.
happy birthday missie.
Thanks, babe. I love you.
IGEdit: I are a good typer.
Monumental Proportions
TNPer
It's a bottle of his sweat.
Oh, did I ruin the surprise?
Oh, did I ruin the surprise?