A Potpourri of Expressions in Word...
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#386 Jan 6, 2013
I landed on a lily and entered the calyx
down a spiral staircase of slender smells.
Highlight of honey flowing discreetly.
And the wind that whistled between the points
that birds marked with their tenuous song
that gleams like pearls in an early Rembrandt,
if sounds could gleam, and they did,
here they did! So in a tree there hung a whisper
of wavy gold brocade, and in the grass there trembled
the lament of a stray steppe wolf.
So here what sounded showed itself, here it did!
I sat in a calyx and buzzed
with attention to what was unfolding
under my hands: a languid silhouette
of a girl of course who was laughing
like water in summer past rocky
banks clad with exotic herbs,
and a cloud rose like a swarm
of bees escaping the hive for the
first time, and I too was a part
of wings in the spring, climbed beyond
the possibility of being happy and saw
a fountain that rose guffawing
on a dune that just now was gloomily
drying, and saw how the lily took off its
masks and the wrinkled mug of what was
and is and shall revealed itself.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#387 Jan 6, 2013
Secure
in the electric persona
of you;



Willingly vibrant
within the cocoon
of your firefly wings



I relish...
the freedom
to be authentically
me.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#388 Jan 7, 2013
In the relentless black
Of this cold, spring night
A clock chimes,
Once, twice, then ten more times.
she lay and tosses and turns,
Dreaming of what she needs.
Somewhere after midnight,
Amongst her wildest fantasies,
Somewhere just beyond her reach,
There's Her reaching out for her.
Feeling quakes like thunder,
Rising with the heat.
Through the wind,
And the chill and the rain,
And the storm and the flood,
she can feel Her approach,
Like fire in her blood.
The taste of Her lips each time that we kiss,
The warmth of Her touch from Her fingertips,
The feel of Her body, as it rests close to mine,
The scent of Her hair that intoxicates like wine,
The look in Her eyes that see through to her soul,
The stare that grips her heart, and won't let go.
She is in her heart,
She is in her soul,
She is the half that makes her feel whole.
she is giving Her, her everything, her all,
For it is Her, her heart shall always call.
The happiest moments she has known,
Are those she's shared with Her alone.
The thoughts she holds especially dear,
Are thoughts of Her, no matter how far or near.
The moments closest to her heart,
Are those in which She's played a part.
This much she knows to be true,
she will always belong to Me, never You.

Since: Dec 12

Location hidden

#389 Jan 20, 2013
Original
CYP

Sitting here in my own silence

Contemplating the Universe and all its wonders

Ruminating the beauty of the Stars in all their splendor

Musing over the Ocean and its never ending beauty

Cogitating the Mighty Mountains stunning and sublime

I dig my feet into the damp Earth and study the Humming Bird

How its life seems so simple

Its distraction is only temporary

For now I am mulling over the blue Sky

Pondering over the clouds and their built castles in the sky

Meditating as I fill my lungs with the sweet perfume of the Tulips

Playfully goes the butterfly

I roll a pebble in my hand before releasing it across the pond

A great sigh brings the realization that I cannot remain in this moment

The world and its encroachments rudely infringe upon my senses and I must return to the
day and all its quandaries

I am here in between the noise

Contemplating the hungry child

Ruminating the homeless man

Musing over the filthy concrete streets

Cogitating mans violence

Pondering of mans own demise

Mulling over mans self destruction

Meditating I fill my lungs with the rancid smell of death

Since: Dec 12

Location hidden

#390 Jan 21, 2013
Original
CYP

All the girls thought they would be yours

Throwing themselves at your feet with heavy bosoms and made up eyes

And you delighted in their behavior and wooed them one by one

Sometimes two by two

You think yourself the Playboy man

And O’ how you play

Upon the hearts of the vulnerable

Because you like it that way

How angry you were when I would not play your game

All the boys thought they would be mine

Throwing themselves at my feet with songs of love and adoration

And I delighted in their behavior and wooed them one by one

Never two by two

I thought myself the Ice Princess

And how I built those walls

Because I was safe that way

Since: Dec 12

Location hidden

#391 Jan 22, 2013
Original
CYP

Time is a constraint binding this responsibility and that

So just for a day I put away my watch

Left it on my desk and walked away

Today I did not wish to be constrained

No, not today

I want to walk through the meadow

Breathe in the fresh crisp air

As soft winds blow playfully through the tendrils of my hair

Since: Aug 09

Location hidden

#392 Jan 22, 2013
I'm feeling slippedge
Slip in
And slip Out
Off another
Fakeedge profile

Rotflmao

Since: Dec 12

Location hidden

#393 Jan 22, 2013
Laura Beth wrote:
I'm feeling slippedge
Slip in
And slip Out
Off another
Fakeedge profile
Rotflmao
Laura Beth if you are referring to me with regards to your conspiracy theory then I must tell you that you are way off with regards to your ASSumption.
I have been on Topix for eight months. If you doubt that then I suggest you look at the Huntington WV forum and you will see I have been a fixture there for sometime. Since June of 2012 in fact.
Whatever drama that is yours is yours and I wish no part of it. Think what you like, I cannot stop you. However, I think your behavior is childish and that of someone who has a vivid imagination.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#394 Jan 23, 2013
Check_ Your_ Pulse wrote:
Original
CYP
Time is a constraint binding this responsibility and that
So just for a day I put away my watch
Left it on my desk and walked away
Today I did not wish to be constrained
No, not today
I want to walk through the meadow
Breathe in the fresh crisp air
As soft winds blow playfully through the tendrils of my hair
While in the little mechanical box
the second and the minute hand struggle
I pursue my destiny.

I go from the bed to the pillow
from the pillow to oblivion.

Who
with their unbeatable fist
will kill the punctual monotony,
the hurry of the wait?
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#395 Jan 23, 2013
Check_ Your_ Pulse wrote:
Original
CYP
Sitting here in my own silence
Contemplating the Universe and all its wonders
Ruminating the beauty of the Stars in all their splendor
Musing over the Ocean and its never ending beauty
Cogitating the Mighty Mountains stunning and sublime
I dig my feet into the damp Earth and study the Humming Bird
How its life seems so simple
Its distraction is only temporary
For now I am mulling over the blue Sky
Pondering over the clouds and their built castles in the sky
Meditating as I fill my lungs with the sweet perfume of the Tulips
Playfully goes the butterfly
I roll a pebble in my hand before releasing it across the pond
A great sigh brings the realization that I cannot remain in this moment
The world and its encroachments rudely infringe upon my senses and I must return to the
day and all its quandaries
I am here in between the noise
Contemplating the hungry child
Ruminating the homeless man
Musing over the filthy concrete streets
Cogitating mans violence
Pondering of mans own demise
Mulling over mans self destruction
Meditating I fill my lungs with the rancid smell of death
I want to be one with you in the water

to feel in transparence

the body’s weight,

to be real volume

in the midst of what flows

under an open sky

–diluted and translucent clouds–

I want to be color, defined shape

against foam and air

to be shadow among the sparks

that light up and fade

I want to be surface

for the liquid blow of the tide

and its desertion,

to be body

and possess its limits.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#396 Jan 23, 2013
Check_ Your_ Pulse wrote:
Original
CYP
All the girls thought they would be yours
Throwing themselves at your feet with heavy bosoms and made up eyes
And you delighted in their behavior and wooed them one by one
Sometimes two by two
You think yourself the Playboy man
And O’ how you play
Upon the hearts of the vulnerable
Because you like it that way
How angry you were when I would not play your game
All the boys thought they would be mine
Throwing themselves at my feet with songs of love and adoration
And I delighted in their behavior and wooed them one by one
Never two by two
I thought myself the Ice Princess
And how I built those walls
Because I was safe that way
Do tear me up *Scheherazade
but do not leave me unfinished
unravaged palace to the memory of nothingness
wretched regression to abstract visions

Do tear me up *Scheherazade
but do not leave me as a mirage on the windowpane
for I know how to fulfill my flesh
even if detached in my reverie.....

To think life is to knit the tale of clashes and falls.
The flowing back of a river near the ocean.
Horror and emotion insist under each splendor of foam. We are pushed by a current of ancient voices.

Speak about my nights,*Scheherazade, tell me about your landscapes and your fables.
Make of life and death a story pronounced softly.
The stars peek through the window, and the hour is close in which we will be employed by the infinite accounting.

To think life is to order colors, to fuse apparitions, to devise stories, to clasp words.
To oppose to the unknown a deck of tricks.
To savor the gift of acts.
To survive carried by a mad desire, that runs over the boundaries of the world making metaphors about its presence.

Talk to me *Scheherazade, let me hear you.
This night is alone, you have gone away.
Remembrances and voices return like a murmur of vast traveled distances.
One does not feel life, only silence and the fog that advances over the body.

NB:-*Scheherazade is the name I've given you.....because to this time although you know my name, I do not know youes ?
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#397 Jan 23, 2013
Music is to find
Silence.

It is to muffle
The hammering
of shoemaker,
His lonely night
Of nails and sorrows.

It is the glass of water
We leave for deads
At night,
For those
Who return
To refresh their thirst
Of words.

Music is to find
Silence and lost childhood.

It is to muffle
The hammering
Of shoemaker
In our heart.

It is to find
The time
Before we were born
Before we breathed
Before we saw light.

Music is to find
Silence.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#398 Jan 23, 2013
Bones, stones, colors.
The sleeping giants
await.

They exist
beyond the form,
close, distant,
eternal.

They are guardians
of the wind and the shadow.

Silence
protects and encircles them.

Lords of fire.
Their masks
silver, jade, ivory,
obsidian,
gleam and keep silent.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#399 Jan 23, 2013
Looking into your eyes,
catching sight of Ursa Minor,
not understanding both,
I smiled, and with mine returned
however briefly, I felt part of something.

Like the nearing of home,
yet knowing it can never be,
the distant feeling of happier times,
all eventually lost, as I turned away.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#400 Jan 23, 2013
Your memory
twice buried
a dotted loss
daring another
double cross.

Who remembers
what waits
for the modern
neither Eliot
Yeats or Auden.

Level 9

Since: Feb 12

Location hidden

#401 Jan 23, 2013
Add some warmth to the world with a kind word and a smile.

Since: Dec 12

Location hidden

#402 Jan 24, 2013
Stephen Crane

The successful man has thrust himself

The successful man has thrust himself
Through the water of the years,
Reeking wet with mistakes --
Bloody mistakes;
Slimed with victories over the lesser,
A figure thankful on the shore of money.
Then, with the bones of fools
He buys silken banners
Limned with his triumphant face;
With the skins of wise men
He buys the trivial bows of all.
Flesh painted with marrow
Contributes a coverlet,
A coverlet for his contented slumber.
In guiltless ignorance, in ignorant guilt,
He delivered his secrets to the riven multitude.
"Thus I defended: Thus I wrought."
Complacent, smiling,
He stands heavily on the dead.
Erect on a pillar of skulls
He declaims his trampling of babes;
Smirking, fat, dripping,
He makes speech in guiltless ignorance,
Innocence.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#403 Jan 24, 2013
"INNOCENCE."

By Jane Miller


Fire on the mountain, fire under the lake.
Like children, we look on and dream.
We are loved, and none of the images
for love is absolute, so we are frightened.

We cast a glance into our past,
and not at any remarkable affair
but ordinary efforts – that spray of light
at breakfast where we ran out of milk –
we feel as somehow true.

Dare we touch it with a word
it loses its meaning, though not
its beauty. It becomes a fire
in the heart, incomprehensible and expressive,
an image of the whole, so that when finally a man
falls in love with life, it is like an arbor
begged of a desert, for he has accepted
the mirage. Now he is filled with goodness,
as if the unknown were something somehow
sightly slowed, a whole world
in one mountain, pool, and sky
under which we sit sipping milk.

So we are twelve again,
our sexual experience of the world focused
on that tree under which we undress.
The willow caresses us with a sudden gust,
but we have already turned, made up our mind.
It’s very cold in the mornings, and hot by noon.

Plants grow slowly and never die completely.
Nowhere is there greater sympathy
than between the porcelain sky
and the chlorinated waters of the pools.
Still it stays with us that at any moment
a miracle might enter us as easily.

For we are lucky, we are children
in their fullest expression – lonesome
because we are moving through time
like a dot that becomes a sleeping figure
who is actually dead,
who has been killed,
and from whose nightmare
we continually wake into another
world, a moment we feel like kissing
someone’s half-open mouth, once only
an image of fire and water.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#404 Jan 24, 2013
Belief is Doubtful, Trust is Certain
Belief is from Mind, Trust is from Heart
Belief is Lip Service; Trust is Heart Felt
Believe many; Trust only a Few
Believing is Easy, Trusting is Hard
Belief scores 50%, Trust scores 100%
Belief is Ordinary; Trust is Extra-ordinary
Belief is Start point; Trust is End Point
Belief is Limited; Trust is infinite
Belief is Shaking Hands, Trust is Embracing
Belief keeps Control; Trust gives up control
Belief is jumping opportunities; Trust is staying
Belief is not Time Tested; Trust passes Tough Times
Belief is Partial; Trust is Complete
Believe in Thoughts; Trust your Intuition
Belief in God is Attempting; Trust in God is Surrender
Belief is Important; Trust is Essential
Belief is Plastic Rose; Trust is Real Rose
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#405 Jan 24, 2013
Speak roughly to your little sub
And beat her when she teases
She only does it to annoy
And not because it pleases

Speak severely to her and deploy
Ginger where it pleases
And rub pepper in her pussy too
And ignore it when she sneezes!

I ignored it when she groaned and moaned
And gave her some well placed squeezes
I said to her "You'll wait there little needy one
If needs be 'til hell freezes!"

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