Blue Bells
Blue bells
beneath the apple tree
I climbed
In childhood dreams
Windfall
Ripe for scrumping
and pie
Poetry Drafts
unfinished poem #1
What were we looking for in the fog of each other’s eyes?
What were we reaching for in the mists of our pasts?
I have to admit to having a soft spot for Mist…
A
The Arts
The ever encompassing (f|t|p)arts
Compelling as the mist at dawn
The sunrise over a desert mound
The divine infinitude
Embraced
From dawn the ghosts arises
Their lederhosen
Whip
Whips
Whipses
> > > I AM
Scarred // bleeding // waving !!!¡¡¡!!!
One-eyed Jack smiles (*)
The single knife sharpened
Chastising my limbs
Chirping with open arms
Embracing nichts
The bird of pray
The Lord’s final
Measure
Butcher – Starlight – Love – …
Alone
Strolling down the street AT NIGHT – dusk rising ; Waves of blood the gutter see ;;;; mermaid drowning ::: suggest alterative ending &&& frowning
His heart pounding – full moon HOWLING
The cleaver **** bloody **** dreams **** dreaming ****
Chop // Chop // Chop
Alone (not)
Her arms embrace
His love — at last
Silent
Rusting
In the beginning there was The Robot
The concept and purpose(less|full) Robot
Hard ; polished steel ; oiled
:
In the end there was The Robot
Human ; inherited ; flawed
Rusting
—
Written with some inspiration after reading chapter 1 of Holy Robot by Vasilina Orlova :
or
You died the Tumblr death and
Thus my words have lost a lover
Me – a lovers death
I was looking through my archive and realised that many of my early posts no longer had any notes attached. As people “pass away” on Tumblr (blog deletion) their likes are removed as well. There is no everlasting love on Tumblr 🙁
X – a clarification
Contrary to public beliefs, the X has never marked the spot. A solid O or a D or a 0 are more commonly found after a nocturnal adventure. Also, the 9 has frequently showed up where more moist conditions were present.
Prompted by a @thatrandomprompt prompt: X