Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#468 Feb 9, 2013
Our dreams are luminous,
a cast fire upon the world.

Morning arrives and that’s it.

Sunlight darkens the earth.

A little smoke lost in the air,
that was the life of man.

In the end,
we’ll all become stories....
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#469 Feb 9, 2013
Her fingers
sometimes drip tears
when she's hand-painting
another darkness.

It's utterly disturbing
how a world exists
between delicate digits

and how a paradise
that has been lost
is recreated
in detailed strokes

then recklessly
re-destroyed...
in a licked finish.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#470 Feb 9, 2013
Fluidity.
The waves paw at the shore.
I know they are pawing for me.
I sit far enough from the water,
but the frothy sea foam
tickles my toes and
the winds mist a salty spritz
of cool liquid on my face
in case I want to taste.

Tempt me to join in the dance.
Sway like the ocean;
just a gentle repetitious motion;

and toy with the notion

that I could submerge myself fully

into the blanket of cool blue.

Immerse myself deeper…
Deeper in through the hue.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#471 Feb 9, 2013
and like
the ocean waves
allow me
to sanctify
remorse
all your fears
and sorrows
liquefied
washed away
permitting
the consecration
of dousing you
in everlasting
purity
washed
through
my indispensable
devotion

Since: Dec 12

Location hidden

#472 Feb 10, 2013
-CYP

The journey of Life
Is the understanding of the Self

Self

Self

Self

Removal of the Mask is essential
So that the Self and the Mask no longer form a Dichotomy

Dichotomy

Dichotomy

Dichotomy

The Mask represents the Indulgence of the Self
A Self that individuals wish others Not To See

He will not let you see

She will not let you see

They will not let you see

Repressing the real Self
On a prepared Stage
For the Mask to perform an Act

Act

Act

Act

Standing outside oneself
Providing an illusion
For the Audience

Audience

Audience

Audience

Insight is necessary
To understand presence and usage
Of the Mask

Mask

Mask

Mask

Only then can one understand the Self
Accept the Self
Be the Self

And

Take

Off

The

MASK
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#473 Feb 10, 2013
“I believe I’m not unrehearsed in what you’re asking”(The Symposium of Plato)

**********

“She composes herself by talking back”(Mcbeth)

**********

Our brain works by filling in locations

inverted snobbery or the moonwalk of synesthesia

where a rehearsal of odorama leads to

primadonna something planetary

a gestalt experience

paradigmatic of the boundaries

of processing ideas absent

rather proof of a proclamation

silent letter articulate as Tinkerbell

in her position as professional mourner

tutu and all disambiguous mercuric

captioned performative device creature


creature performative device captioned

her idea process absent

articulate

disambiguous

in its rehearsal of mourning

positions and moonwalk locations


amidst mixed reception we can’t bear

the autodidact in fashion

actor interaction doppelganger aesthete

tie me to the bar representing coordinate time

second-order petri magnet all micro micro

and unsanction this posey genetic itch


**********

“It is the celestial ennui of apartments”(Stevens)


**********

What was meant to be the stomach

becomes the mouth and today’s chic

leprosy is just another way into

this organization of thinking.


so let’s take the farmer’s market under-

ground. suppress the fight-or-flight

response to pork plants, de facto

finger-thumb theory vampirized

versus consolidation—call “dinner!”


I have no apologies for a lack of blood.

I take my provisional self by the sternum,

deem it Latin for “zombie of any inclination.”

I’ve no qualm that a spleen infection

is not censorship or a function of anarchy.


rather,“the body in tact” is a proverb

for postmodern studies, gourmandism,

a happening of the progressive kind.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#474 Feb 10, 2013
red lips
shaped into a
perfectly
beautiful smile
stings
like a whip beating
slowly severing
to the bone
endure
soft touch
of the hand
burns
like salt
on a fresh laceration
slowly burning
endure
big blue eyes
cut
like a butter knife
through the heart
tearing
slow serration
endure
candlelight
piano playing
high heels
perfume
hollow eyes
fraudulent smile
piercing...

endure.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#475 Feb 10, 2013
A kiss
A hug
a touch
What do they all mean?

They don't mean anything,
you give them meaning.
They are feelings expressed through
finger tips
lips
bodies.

Be there when it happens,
the face of a man coming close
to You.
I giggled,
you might too.
But even after the excitement
and the shared glance
and curling of a smile.

When all the blood
rushes to your Heart,
and shocks your toes.
It still has no definition,
no defining meaning behind it.
It is something to be
felt
expressed
and understood.....

But how can one understand
something the is so far
from understanding
that you feel it
in your finger nails?

You can't,
you must simply
open up to the
Experience
Be there,
don't think
about anything else,
Simply Be....

Isn't that what we agreed upon?

Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#476 Feb 11, 2013
My thoughts come out in words
im enjoying being free with my expression
anxious no more filter out the bad focus on the good
I never thougt id be free of the darkness
get the depression out of the heart
become in touch with inner peace
im able to be here but want to be there
sometimes events are beyond your control
maybe youll be more once you cope
lessons learned make you better for the next time around
free of all that is stressing you out
able to look fear in the face without
stand up as the chains fall to the ground
escape be somewhere you belong and all feels right
escape the cycle be free be the one doing more....
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#477 Feb 11, 2013
You're a hole in my heart
A vacancy
A wound that will never cease to bleed
A saddening thought
A bone deep bruise
A ghostly touch
I always feel
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#478 Feb 11, 2013
It's surface is darkest as it shrinks into an endpoint
with no recess but the last fold.

See, I've no way to confirm that which you see,
and you may say the same.

I've already embarked into my curvilinear home, perhaps
hoping to find there a material of permanent memory,
gone to sleep within a Fibonaccian trace.

Always preferring to follow the pink of a surface
till it's impossible to see.
You might not think it a good thing,
but I quietly must disagree.

Begin by touch: smallness is all
For the world is hungry passively,
wanting so bad to oxidize
the interior of us.

Since: Dec 12

Location hidden

#479 Feb 11, 2013
-CYP

You own your Own Happiness

It is not given

You own your Own Joy

It is not given

You own your Own Comfort

It is not given

You own your Own Contentedness

It is not given

You own your Own Peace

It is not given to you

You own your Own Serenity

It is not given

You own your Own Tranquility

It is not given

You own your Own Presence of Mind

It is not given

You own you Own Fulfillment

It is not given

You own your Own Complacency

It is not given

You own your Own Sense of Security

It is not given

You own your Own Fruition

It is not given

You own your Own Bliss

It is not given

No one can make you feel…

You have the Choice how others affect you

You have the Choice to not allow others to feed into your sense of identity

Own your Power

The Power to be Real

To be who You Really Are

Do not sacrifice yourself based on the approval of others

Own the process of deciding for yourself about your life; Own the process of deciding for yourself about your life, your choices, your actions, and your feelings.

Be aware that there will be those who wish to gauge what is yours. There are many who take delight in it. Cast those individuals away lest they poison your thoughts with thoughts of THEIR OWN.

Listen to yourself and be kind in your own evaluations. You are a part of a vast universe with many wonders. You are significant because you are here; because you are among the wonders of the universe.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#480 Feb 11, 2013
Everything's an apparition
transient quintessentially
because experience of being
inevitably changes it.

Everyone quills
from feathers to cactus thorns
to biros and 'Mattahorns'
depending on mood they feel.

Scribe among seven billion
yet uniquely individual
with slants and vision
no-one else can even dream.

Not uncommon to be barred
before realising your really a bard
life's curriculumn can be very hard
but, you, can write the stars!
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#481 Feb 11, 2013
It confiscated my body and smothered my face.

All you could see, pale white cheeks and fingers to toes.

Every inch drives me crazy.

I'm in a rush to get nowhere,

but traffic refuses to continue moving

everyone decided to drive in reverse today.

I am stuck with it.

This suit was sewn on and cannot be removed.

If I take it off every muscle in my body will shred.

I hate it.

The way it mocks me in the mirror,

stares me in the eyes.

I want to look at the floor,

pick through the intricate pattern of tiles.

I am trapped inside, Buried alive.

No one remembered to leave me with a bell.

Why can't I be made of clear wrap?

Then everyone could see my inner thoughts.

Transparent enough you could sit in my mind,

and read through my memories.

I want to rip it off.

Tear this paper mache body from my soul

and throw it down.

I want to be truly naked of every scar,

every wrinkle time has inflicted on me.

Worn down so much the only thing left it pulp.

Why can't we read each others thoughts?

Avoiding all the masks we wear well past Halloween.

Why can't we say what we really think?

Forget the need to sugar coat and protect others.

No one is being protected.

If we are liars,

We become the ones they need to be shielded from.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#482 Feb 11, 2013
There are lights in my brain that never go out,
snickering and giggling condescendingly while
illuminating you and me and things
I'd rather hide away
Things I just don't want to see
I remember sitting,
me here,
and you on my velvet-dream chair that crumbled
underneath your harsh fingertips
Your lips were set thin and rigid
as you gushed out romantic and sensual pablum
one and another and another and another
and I lapped it up hungrily
I said I was made the victim
because of you
and you said I was just stupid and
egotistic, even
I screamed you were so cruel and a charlatan
and slammed your door
your pictures of me that I didn't notice you still had
fell down off your wall

...memories fade and people fade away...
and in my head the lights flicker and die
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#483 Feb 11, 2013
Sweet red blossoms of love

Your petals luscious crimson

How you so enchant me

Wonder of the garden

Crystal tear of the fiery dragon

Blooming for beauty's delight

A heady fragrence, bittersweet

My colored melody

Jealousy of my heart

Darker beauty still awaits

Farther past your guise

Thorns to pierce the wicked

Lies to enthrall the innocent

Growing inside your velvet core

Rotting petals, like feathers

Off on the wandering breeze

Yearning for new life

Pure life, darkness

In their final breath

just a moment of life remaining

Secreting away their knowledge

Keeping hidden a sliver of magic

A last mystery of nature

To keep a final grasp

From woman of the dust

And to dust shall she return
BrilliAnt

Dexter, MO

#484 Feb 11, 2013
I see now

I see now where I went wrong

I see now where I went wrong and blew IT

I see now

I see now I was arrogant

I see now I was arrogant and should have stopped

I see now

I see now FREEDOM OF SPEECH IS NOT FOR THE WEAK

I see NOW

THANKS TOPIX for my NEW j0b
Luv you Chris - I'll be waiting by the phone for your call ... 2.
X
BrilliAnt

Dexter, MO

#485 Feb 11, 2013
Check_ Your_ Pulse wrote:
-CYP
You own your Own Happiness
It is not given
You own your Own Joy
It is not given
You own your Own Comfort
It is not given
You own your Own Contentedness
It is not given
You own your Own Peace
It is not given to you
You own your Own Serenity
It is not given
You own your Own Tranquility
It is not given
You own your Own Presence of Mind
It is not given
You own you Own Fulfillment
It is not given
You own your Own Complacency
It is not given
You own your Own Sense of Security
It is not given
You own your Own Fruition
It is not given
You own your Own Bliss
It is not given
No one can make you feel…
You have the Choice how others affect you
You have the Choice to not allow others to feed into your sense of identity
Own your Power
The Power to be Real
To be who You Really Are
Do not sacrifice yourself based on the approval of others
Own the process of deciding for yourself about your life; Own the process of deciding for yourself about your life, your choices, your actions, and your feelings.
Be aware that there will be those who wish to gauge what is yours. There are many who take delight in it. Cast those individuals away lest they poison your thoughts with thoughts of THEIR OWN.
Listen to yourself and be kind in your own evaluations. You are a part of a vast universe with many wonders. You are significant because you are here; because you are among the wonders of the universe.
I know now
I know now that I love you
I know now that I love you because you are WONDERFUL
I know now

I know now
I know now how
I know now how because you took the time to love me first
I know now

I know now
I know now how I can make it better
I know now how I can make it better for which you taught me
I know now

Keep Writing Baby
You TOUCH US - GREATLY

Thanks

Now you know
:)

((HUGS))
BrilliAnt

Dexter, MO

#486 Feb 11, 2013
I've got 245 points left to make
and I haven't the foggiest idea what the hell that even means

I don't play GAMES all of the time
:)

I like CHILDREN
I like GAMES
I do NOT like Games with Children
that need to start acting like the ADULT they've
become

I do NOT expect a child to ACT AS AN ADULT

Keep LEARNING

From your elders
FROM EVERYONE

:)
PO

Since: Dec 12

Location hidden

#487 Feb 11, 2013
-CYP

Be Passionate in all you do

Create your Masterpiece fervently

Paint upon your Canvas

Vivid Colors

To match the Passion of your Essence

Breathe in the honey suckle laid against the mountain

Run barefoot through the meadow

Leap for your Existence

Dance in the rain

Pick the Tulips in the garden

Sew together strands of Posies

Wear them in your hair

Listen to the birds who sing just for You

Count the stars

Play under the moonlit sky

Do not agonize over the meaning of your life

For it will come to you in its own time

Until then

Look in the mirror and stand in Awe of Yourself

And

Love Yourself with Abundance

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