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bewitched

cassiacassia Posts: 277
edited February 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
two loons descending a staircase,
foxy bonsai, and blue flaming
joie de vivre reviving the late peaks,
i stir to the feel of you quavering
like a lil beamed buddha
in my word pile

oh but when you

wake up gnarly smiled,
i squiggle like a jellyfish just to get
near the faint blossomy smell of the
(coffee, kittenish tumbles)
lush angry sweetness of bees in yr
happy hair
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  • cassiacassia Posts: 277
    TRANSCENDENT

    my heart’s alcoved in its velvety swamp
    and i can taste the
    absorbable peaches of destiny

    love’s algae ascending
    to moonlit luaus

    finding a happiness beyond the land
    where think is king

    and (lingering, full of)
    tranquil as

    emerald bridges of nowhere
  • dyaogirldyaogirl Posts: 138
    She wakes up angry :)
    '..... Ah! A perfect illustration of the poststructuralist paradox. Does the signifier "Merlot" correspond with the 'truth' of the bottle I polished off last night, or do we hold in our thoughts a different "signified" of bottle-of-Merlot-ness? Perhaps we're dreaming of the same bottle!" -FinsburyParkCarrots

  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Originally posted by dyaogirl
    She wakes up angry :)

    Could it be that there's a bee in her bonnet? :D
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • cassiacassia Posts: 277
    insider music reference....


    group Luna

    has single....

    lyric like "she wakes up angry, and i'm bewitched"

    and
    yeh

    bEE girls............................beewitchy


    and, also, little band called Two Loons for Tea~~~

    and play on Luna ~ loona

    :)
  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Oooo-Oooo
    Beewitchy woman
    She's got the luna in her eyes ;)

    :)

    ps. Two Loons For Tea - I thought it was just us at my breaklfast table. :D
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • cassiacassia Posts: 277
    at the breakfast table.....

    young loons, violins...



    center of their own attention


    don't call me dotted,

    not fair to

    my feathers there to remind me~~~
  • cassiacassia Posts: 277
    ninja turtling is self amuzzmint


    :)
  • cassiacassia Posts: 277
    haha

    bewitched...get it eh

    spell..................


    chick


    :)
  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    I gets it, eh? :D

    Champagne breakfast for cass! For everyone! :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    Let breakfast table loving inside bring hot summer thunder to your garden outside, awakening the tubers,
    Let the Empires of those "fashionable madmen" burn cold in arid winter from ranch to sand, away, away.
    We'll keep our love above the range of them but know the moment.
    This is no hiding from history.
    This is love shaping new Empires boundless, stellar, entwined.
  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
    Let breakfast table loving inside bring hot summer thunder to your garden outside, awakening the tubers,
    Let the Empires of those "fashionable madmen" burn cold in arid winter from ranch to sand, away, away.
    We'll keep our love above the range of them but know the moment.
    This is no hiding from history.
    This is love shaping new Empires boundless, stellar, entwined.

    :):):):)

    A breath of fresh Finnsy air! Lovely!
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • cassiacassia Posts: 277
    far ranging roving lightbeamish gleefuls of whilewewait
    hummings
    and strummings and OH how i love the love-shapes
    and
    newly empiric divinations of fluffy wonderments
    the inside thunders

    and ooh la/ reallygoodstuff for breakfast

    marmalade muffins and tea


    lingual persephones
    lingering

    under world-wintered glum stumps

    Return, sweet-leafy angels to the gloaming

    ~~

    delved 'neath hoarfrosts twinked evanescence
    lil boats
    break
    free


    ********

    (weird flashback of pitt saying:
    rule#1

    we don't talk about Fight Club)


    MAYBE cuz there are no rules, and anything goes
    and goes
    wheeeeeeeeeeeee
    all the way home

    pinkthat.

    goFigure...what that has to do with anything :)
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    Cuneiform tablets harden in the blaze, baked and saved by destruction,
    accounting for feasts, for prizes, for ransoms, for palaces, lands and peoples (workers and kings):
    The underlay is love, a history of love
    maintained despite the blaze of war,
    despite the crash of Mesopotamian rubble under midnight raids:
    And my love today for you
    will be read
    by unconquerable Eternity
    as these words,
    these little words,
    after the death of the last world
    and the parting of the last dust.
  • cassiacassia Posts: 277
    deeply formed in sand & symbol, love carves immortal kisses on the ancient wind. Rise up, rise up and take the sun in a golden basket to your beloved. Rise up, sayeth the stone, sayeth the little things surrounding the stone. And hear this, let your light shining, shining instrumently blue like stone like blueblood rising kingly in your veins, let this blood rule the centuries. For all returns to stone, but only love remains.
  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Originally posted by cassia
    deeply formed in sand & symbol, love carves immortal kisses on the ancient wind. Rise up, rise up and take the sun in a golden basket to your beloved. Rise up, sayeth the stone, sayeth the little things surrounding the stone. And hear this, let your light shining, shining instrumently blue like stone like blueblood rising kingly in your veins, let this blood rule the centuries. For all returns to stone, but only love remains.


    And we is "stoned, immaculate"!

    bluebloodredlovefromastone
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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