wanting and conflicted

my piece of clay

Aria shivers me for my travellers
Its a long way for flowers to speak out of the box,transcendent stages, intended...
Sundays reach,
blooms atone, be a breath of blue silk to strings,
recoil the romantics return, memory of mythos wrists, the cramped and crying flute is found...
Connected crude and woodcut gripped,
pencil floats with fish. :
How do I scrawl
to thee itinerants, whose urges are the seas
and the lures the lands around.
With a turn in the sun
my place in the day I
s sounds
of agitators slow nudes
as I sit in clouded gowns and the grass conversed with dirty paths
chewing the agates
of my darlings strewn on and on and...

chadwick

my piece of clay wrote:

I have no one to talk to about POETRY, I try to with friends and family they look at me like I fucking lost my mind. I get so many weird things that happen revolving around poetry, and I am left to bouncing these "happenings" around my head. Its maddening and frustrating.

There you have it and it needed to be said, there is total lack of creative people and mind in my day to day interactions.

you're a good writer
this poem of yours will have to be read a few times for me to totally grasp it fully

it is talent
as you are


btw: join us friend
we all are misunderstood at some point

my piece of clay

Recipe for s'mores

A graham cracker
A marshmallow
Piece of chocolate
And 20 seconds in the microwave on a paper plate

Oh yeah!

DangDang

my piece of clay wrote:

ago, late at night, I threw the bird songs line into the poem cause I could actually hear them. Then, of course, I later learned of the synchronicty of it. You had to be there, perhaps you were...

Whenever I ask for divine intervention, I get sent a bird.

my piece of clay

Just the other day, and then I see this guy waving a sign "Got Wings" and I just smiled, and yep,
I always see the hawks flying around!

my piece of clay

Billboards! I meant to spell it correctly... Sometimes I ask the Imagine God for Billboards... You know routine can get distracting.
And I pray for cool inspiring dreams tonite!

my piece of clay

Wishing to know ho I fit into your world

my piece of clay

Oops blackberry thumb
Let's try this again

my piece of clay

Wishing to know how I fit into your world
Sundays aria shivers me the arrangement, still life blooms and I flew into new beginnings
Hush poetry for my travellers
Its a long way for flowers to speak out of the box, transcendent stages,
night moths glimmer a show
"Wings beat to a Golden Age" the intended reach, to be read, these pages, rouge and wet, how do romantics find brilliance,
for him, may I be a breath to blue strings,
a sound serene
to the mythos wrists
the cramped and crying flute is found...connected crude and woodcut gripped
the pencil
floats in pond with fish
How do I scrawl to thee itinerants,
whose urges are the sea and lures the lands around
with a turn in the sun
I am found dressed in clouded gowns...
and grass conversed with dirty paths chewing the agates of my darlings,
the agitators of
slow nudes.

my piece of clay

Rock On!

DangDang

my piece of clay

Holy Dang Batman! My Piece of Clay is a serious freakin collecter of Catwoman comic books and action figures, look at her walls Batman!!!

(A bad ass collection I am proud of and have built up over the years)

DangDang

No, it's dang as in twang
and dangdang as in cute-see for Dangles
and its Dangles as in Mr. Bo Dangles
and also Dangles as in high-school assembly army-navy marching band appearing in LGL (Large Room Left) friend scream get in trouble "Let 'Em Dangle"
Dangles being a funny sounding "Daniels",
my last name when I was in school high.

and batman was just an after thought to "holy flying elbows"
as if what could follow "holy flying elbows" BUT "batman"?

But thanks for asking, Catwoman Stalker.

my piece of clay

What hangs? LOL
I'm joking with you. Sweet dreams!

my piece of clay

So the "economic news" lately, hasn't been to good.
It is hard for me to relate only because I haven't ever had a lot of $ anyway. I am sure that's pretty much 90 percent of the rest of the world too!.

I am curious as to your take on this? What do you think?

I'm already working on this topic as a poem. And if you knew me off net I have a few bones to pick.

You know, gov'ts LOVE poetry and poets, because we ask questions and have strange abililties, like literacy,vision and hearing, to see through the bullshit!

Walt Whitman wants to know what we have to say!
Talk to me!!!

my piece of clay

Woke up exactly at 7:30
Fuck if he didn't save my life again laughing and crying at the same time,
I'm having a shitty day or was?
Back to the dream we were holding these tiny flowers with our fingertips... Be still the stem that's what I kept hearingn websters says stem is strong and slender and holds up the flower

my piece of clay

As I write I want to document this moment Tv on in living room channel 735 I walk in and see this show ( with old pics of the french surrealists) on surrealists of 1920s archetecture, artists, modernism. Show is called Treasures of Trust., focus is on archtect guy named Goldfinger, of course!

This IS the random weird shit I'm trying to explain to you..

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The timing indeed, is curious.. COLD Coincidence???.
As last reported on 9/21 the Super Hadron Collider (please google this) is suddenly not working for the NEXT 2 MONTHS, because of magnets overheating?
Gotta be at absolute zero. Yeah, with energy companys running everything, the US elections, and the world on the brink of global economic and enviromental collapse, it just makes me think, UHHH?

my piece of clay

Oh I get it,
gov't,
you just print more money, instead of relevant and current literature by genius unknowns
and use more paper worthlessly,
to kill more trees,
and frash air...
I took that tour in Berlin

my piece of clay

Oh I get it,
gov't,
you just print more money, instead of relevant and current literature by genius unknowns
and use more paper worthlessly,
to kill more trees,
and fresh air...
I took that tour in Berlin