

...Of Screens and Cage Below.Incarcerated Songbirds trill in brightly coloured mortgages,...Of Screens and Cage Below.
Sidestepping connections with meticulous mistakes,
The carnival of small-print shines on immaterial aspects, And the honourable emotions are expressed before the throng. Happy and unhappy are descriptors, not experiences; Elocution tricks us as we step the daily round, That every word is important is a fallacy of reason, When the victorious write history, their songbirds get it wrong.


Roman Numerals Revised.In the ellipse of staged wonders -Roman Numerals Revised.
Grounded acrobats spill their lyrical sustenance from open pores. Theirs is a faultless landing. Theirs is the open road, and the savannah untamed.
A row of numbers that desire nothing more than to disassemble you, Hiding your bones like the chords of a jigsaw, Stringing themselves to the instep of an orchestra that plays out-of-time, Dancing to an asymmetrical beat, Fires driving their steps to a frenzy, quickening pace, Glory be! They are praised with thorns? No, with unencumbered applause.
Is this the accepted manoeuvr


QvA, Time, 200H- Errant Fish.The arms of time are wide and all-encompassing, Two monolithic existences that are unaware of the deluge. The torrent of life. The vista, cause shorn of effect.QvA, Time, 200H- Errant Fish.
This flow of life is static, in part. It rages at the banks of causality without meaning And tears across the endless graph of chronological uncertainty
With all the energy of a discarded child, a constant Siren that calls for attention (Although that attention will never be forthcoming.), A constant pull toward the loop.
A heartbeat registers not upon this spinning top.
A murder measures little


Sing to Me of the ManPart ISing to Me of the Man
Can you command my inspiration, oh Muse? Can you take that misshapen dream, mold it like a melting supple wax, And bring forth a glowing demon, so slow and unbending, That I forget the reasons?
Do you see that serpentine fluttering creation, can you fathom the caverns of the soul? You listen and take in, you witness and perceive, Yet as you internalize those unbending wiles, you waver, hasten, and die.
But those hidden fancies, those forsaken dreams, the internalized harpings those gna
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Smile all the time.
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I AM the king of fluffy white rice.
May I have this dance?
Yes.
Nice evening.
I know.
You dance like an angel.
I know.
You have stars in your eyes.
I know.
You have a face.
I know. Will you marry me?
No.
OK.
That confused me for a minute.
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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"It is better to die on your feet, than live on your knees" BG I
"Time is the fire we all burn in” Star Trek Generations
I do miss your poetry though, both accounts alike. I wish you would post some more of those beautiful words.
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"Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art." Wilde
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