Well isnt this a hoot xD Following this hooting () are a great many (not really) poems for the pleasure of your squinty little eyes, fat heads and greasy ventricles. Mehehe...heh. Anyway...Ive never posted any of my writing onto the internet for the general public to see. You should feel...privledged. Now, my poetry is typically lost of any sort of meaning (not that poems have to have meanings...they dont). Though, when a poem that does have some meaning behind it (or a...hidden agenda ) springs up, i'll try my best to explain it. Actually, I wont explain any of it These first poems are from a past stage in my poetry. If I ever post all of my writing, im sure youd be able to recognize the progressions ive gone through and all that…And, while reading you may notice that some of the poems sound related or use many of the same words. This probably means I wrote the second poem immediately after the first, and so on. I’ll also go through “word crazes”, lol. I sometimes love a certain word so much, i’ll repeat it in everything I write. --- Upon the eaves of molten earth Sinking placidly In a constant state Of slow realization --- There are tunnels within Ulurin Not seen by those who dwell Upon firm earth, in midst of wind Up there, they cannot tell There is a land in Ellorath Dark, yet warm and bright Encompassed by a silver bath Of selenite clean light --- Peaks among the clouds Whose sides are adorned With faces Turned into the wind, Their eaves, Being the depths of their eyes And brows, Sprout cypress trees Down below, Sleeping upon the riverbanks Are the pines Whose branches yawn out Over the little ripples In which minnows play And in the pines, Their curling trunks growing out Through the old moss And I wonder whats beyond The leaves Inspired by Whispering Pines in the Mountains, a painting by Li T'ang Some Chinese guy --- There is such light Golden on the tops of leaves And green beneath Belonging to trees who grow Out of the old creases Of stone peaks --- The stars were gilded with the Moon And the Moon sank into the Sun. Sweet Cosmic appurtenance --- A golden facade Of Cosmic Imperfections Colored with well-used paintbrushes Dated back to the birthing Of the trees --- I fear Sitting in lava And my eyes wishing to leave --- Theres something about the sky Reflective of Mind And thoughtful In sweet respite I sing for it Voices of placidity Ringing from the stars A girdle for the Moon --- I hear Song Simply that Trickling of a phosphorescent Endearment --- Asleep with the sound Of Faeries Sprinkling, sprightly so, New thoughts of colored Magnificence Upon a freshly painted Lawn --- Joyful sorrow sits with me In silent travail And in these moods Of repose I wonder And drift With waves of Remembrance And fade into somber solitude At reflective intervals Revealing to me that Which has been always So lucid --- Within a balcony of clouds Amidst waves, silver Flowing With webs, Music --- Sparks The ignition Of my incandescent Mindful passages Silver strings among the clouds Call Droplets Glowing spirits are the Rain Falling At each pluck --- Paint Your Canvas And shine In the halls Of great delusion --- Please Leave the sky with me Youve managed to retain the Sun, And all else So let me hold the sky I hate that one >.> It sounds like a battle for child custody. --- Ive discovered In the wake of an early changing Moon, That which the earth Has known Since birth --- Ok, maybe that was a bunch... Like I said, this is all from the past. Its still not that old…Maybe a few months, though what I write now is quite different I regard it as better than most of what I wrote in earlier periods, though I always think that when I read an old poem and compare it to a more recent one >.< Who wants more? xD
Thank you, these surging whisperings swirl with intense simplicity; sweet universal pearls... my tabula rasa cup fills with a mere drop. Instant endearment...
