Wending, winding, slithery slick. There you go persnickety-snick. Slippery, snakey, eely eel. Do you mean what you say and say what you feel. 'Round and 'round that path tremulous. No straight truth just a circle circus. ______________________ This was a post I made two years ago in July under a different sn. I did it under a different one so I wouldn't get any heat from it and it would be accepted on its own merit without hurt feelings at the time. Just seemed appropriate at the moment to a few things that have happened recently. Gotta love the people that can't be pinned down!
I love it mom. That is really good. It rymes, and it is whimsical, and very droll. Thanks for posting.
I have alot of things started for a twisted adult/hippie style Dr Suess.... one day I'll get it done. This wasn't so much angry as frustration when I wrote it two years ago. Still get highly frustrated and annoyed dealing with people like this. When they are obviously full of crap I do take twisted pleasure in pointing out their bullshit inconsistencies and letting them paint themselves into a corner. Ty all for your responses.
well his first wife committed suicide...cause she was sick and weak and blinding and knew he was having an affair with his soon to be second wife....she left a note and everything
ty ganja~! I always picture a parade under the big top of shady people done all up as weird characters in an almost cartoonish manner. yeah, he was a nasty man...so odd that he wrote so much that has become endearing and beloved. I only knew about the second wife, nasty, greedy, grasping after his death.
Lady Ophelia rests in shallow water trembling in the deep shade, her pursed last word echoes 'amor' from pale lips; alone without, sleeping in stillness. (Cat Stevens) I loved you my lady, though in your grave you lie, I'll always be with you ...this rose will never die.'
*puts right forefinger to lips curved in what would appear to be a smile. eyes twinkle, exploding violently within, supernova*
ty all so much.... One for the Road Near the end you will want to add: "the other point of the exercise was..." but it was not an exercise, it was Immortality Blindside, the conquest of details by dying. Before leaving, wipe the sky clean of clouds, stars, sun until clarified space rules the horizon. Others will come with new ideas of what would seem pleasant on high- our moon would most likely offend. R. Hunter
And I thumb briskly at my eye brow, childhood mentors really ordaned (sp?) pedaphiles (sp?), was nothing I was taught through out my years true, and why doe's this not surprize me!?!, I resent the fact it resembles me and you..... PS: We we're all dropped on our heads as children, some on purpose! Devon ~
