Just as an update, I have collected the current working poem (yes, I once again punctuated the way I saw fit. Feel free to disagree.) I also added the next line after Finsbury's most recent. Please, continue!
Bloodblack bog pools, throating mountain rain.
A quick relief, sodden grief, this elixir for pain.
Astride a hill, my boots agree sitting is enough;
too high to conquer, too harder shell to tunnel.
surrender to me your insides
O quartzblue rising crags, inner mystery vista'd:
the heart I once held in my hands
wow, sorry...we must have been posting at the same time...I'll put your line in instead of mine since I already contributed to this poem...gimme a sec, I'll update it.
OK, so now here is the actual current poem, with Rhino's line reflected. Awaiting a new addition!
Bloodblack bog pools, throating mountain rain.
A quick relief, sodden grief, this elixir for pain.
Astride a hill, my boots agree sitting is enough;
too high to conquer, too harder shell to tunnel.
surrender to me your insides
O quartzblue rising crags, inner mystery vista'd:
My baggage heavy, but I see the light
Bloodblack bog pools, throating mountain rain.
A quick relief, sodden grief, this elixir for pain.
Astride a hill, my boots agree sitting is enough;
too high to conquer, too harder shell to tunnel.
Surrender to me your insides, o quartzblue rising crags,
inner mystery vista'd: My baggage heavy,
but I see the light screaming and blaring
horrific possessions through the heavens strings,
a tunnel visioned soul seeking a higher power.
A coin flipped, the promise made (beginning of third stanza?)
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
Nah, it's everyone's poem. I only wrote a couple of lines. Hang on while I stitch it together.
Bloodblack bog pools, throating mountain rain.
A quick relief, sodden grief, this elixir for pain.
Astride a hill, my boots agree sitting is enough;
too high to conquer, too harder shell to tunnel.
Surrender to me your insides, o quartzblue rising crags,
inner mystery vista'd: My baggage heavy,
but I see the light screaming and blaring
horrific possessions through the heavens strings,
a tunnel visioned soul seeking a higher power.
A coin flipped: the promise made; the promise
only I could betray. For you, I say I'm confused:
I reveal a weakness unused. A weakness of strength,
a vibrato crutch, the One I was when time's unused.
And then debacle, symphony of heaven's clamour.
And at its feet I lied. I spent things. I died.
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Bloodblack bog pools, throating mountain rain.
A quick relief, sodden grief, this elixir for pain.
Astride a hill, my boots agree sitting is enough;
too high to conquer, too harder shell to tunnel.
surrender to me your insides
O quartzblue rising crags, inner mystery vista'd:
the heart I once held in my hands
Bloodblack bog pools, throating mountain rain.
A quick relief, sodden grief, this elixir for pain.
Astride a hill, my boots agree sitting is enough;
too high to conquer, too harder shell to tunnel.
surrender to me your insides
O quartzblue rising crags, inner mystery vista'd:
My baggage heavy, but I see the light
~it is shining it is shining~
a coin flipped, the promise made.
Bloodblack bog pools, throating mountain rain.
A quick relief, sodden grief, this elixir for pain.
Astride a hill, my boots agree sitting is enough;
too high to conquer, too harder shell to tunnel.
Surrender to me your insides, o quartzblue rising crags,
inner mystery vista'd: My baggage heavy,
but I see the light screaming and blaring
horrific possessions through the heavens strings,
a tunnel visioned soul seeking a higher power.
A coin flipped, the promise made (beginning of third stanza?)
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
sure, i like the idea. and your licence looks good to me.
should the third stanza be the last? how do we decide when this one ends?
A weakness of strength, a vibratto crutch
And at it's feet I lied. I spent things. I died.
I love this! Looks like a good last line to me. Finsbury...what sayest thou?
Bloodblack bog pools, throating mountain rain.
A quick relief, sodden grief, this elixir for pain.
Astride a hill, my boots agree sitting is enough;
too high to conquer, too harder shell to tunnel.
Surrender to me your insides, o quartzblue rising crags,
inner mystery vista'd: My baggage heavy,
but I see the light screaming and blaring
horrific possessions through the heavens strings,
a tunnel visioned soul seeking a higher power.
A coin flipped: the promise made; the promise
only I could betray. For you, I say I'm confused:
I reveal a weakness unused. A weakness of strength,
a vibrato crutch, the One I was when time's unused.
And then debacle, symphony of heaven's clamour.
And at its feet I lied. I spent things. I died.
I didn't mean it was 'your' poem really, Finnsy...just that you were in charge of it.
~it is shining it is shining~
it only makes today worse.
Give us a first line! We'll do another one right now....
wrong thread, sorry....
~it is shining it is shining~
(the theives of cars and hearts and large grand things)
Signatures owned; handwriting stolen. There is no doubt.