“Groooovin'”

Since: Feb 14

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#1220 Jul 29, 2014
Mister_ E wrote:
oh..PP...he wants your panties...dirty..if you please!!!
it's an AD thing...
:)
REPORTED!! Get a LIFE..AZZWIPE!!
Adrian DeVine

Brisbane, Australia

#1221 Jul 30, 2014
I don't know what's sweeter;
The red silk flowing on my skin,
Or the glinting beauty creating it.

I don't know what's addictive;
The warmth felt as my veins race,
Or the sharp wonder that starts it.

I don't know what's the loveliest;
The chill of crimson on my own skin,
Or the pain from my glimmering silver.

I don't know what's so problematic;
The blood on outside rather than in,
Or using a blade to bring it out of me.
Adrian DeVine

Brisbane, Australia

#1222 Jul 30, 2014
She's on the roof

Not daring to look down

Her eyes closed

The wind blowing through her hair

Considering

Whether life is worth living

Or not

She thinks about her family

They disowned her

She thinks about her love

He broke her heart

She thinks about her friends

They turned their backs on her

It's no use

And so

With a last breath

With a last smile

She jumped
Adrian DeVine

Brisbane, Australia

#1224 Jul 30, 2014
I walk under the moons glow
Half in silver light
Half in shadow
Both will forever fight

The darkness binds me to its will
Fuels me with power
It only gets darker still,
With every passing hour

The light beckons me to its glow
A beacon in the sky
But I didn't know,
That it's only a lie

From the black powered grip
Demons draw blades,
And charge as one
A tide of screaming shades

The light draw bright bows
They ready gold tipped spears
Ready to meet their foes,
Roaring battlefield cheers

The sides collide
They face countless foes
On the light front and the black tide
Exchanging bloodily blows

This is the war,
That rages in my heart
I've known nothing before,
It's brutal start.

It's time to pick a side
The light front,
Or the dark tide.
Then and only then,
Will I hunt.
Adrian DeVine

Brisbane, Australia

#1225 Jul 30, 2014
Chortled complements!

Commanding the capacious collection of characters commonly called 'colloqial,' I can commence to construe the complexity of this civilized creature

Catch the concerto cacophony compelling the conscious, consecrated cognizance and chimerical calculations cultured within cramped confines. Callously, the confounded convolution continually clicking is a constant cicerone, but considerably a circumstantial contingency you cannot confide with certainty.

Choleric contempt occasionally crushes all conviction of competence convey currents of consciousness within the catatonic crowds, considering this condemnable chaos, I crave to circumvent the capitalist chains never ceasing in conspiracies to capture my cold coined currency.

Come! Into the coagulated coppice covertly, canter, chop-chop! Lest the cinereal Celestia carry away crashing and circulate conjurations of caliginous and cataclysmic catastrophe upon the cosmos! With closing citation to this colorful corpus: "Oh, the Calamity!"

Candidly and quite conically comedic,

ComatoseEffect
Adrian DeVine

Brisbane, Australia

#1226 Jul 30, 2014
Let your tears fall
And weíll crystallize
Them into Glass Castles.
Then peer into it
To find pieces
Of your mind
That you left behind.
We could decipher
Them together,
Or sew them
Into a string
Of thoughts
Thatís comprehensible.

Or we could
Step into the castle,
To find that thereís beauty
In hardship. Iíve stared
Into the eye of the storm,
And heís only looking
Out for you. Touch
Your hands to the walls,
And youíll see your pain
Has only made your beliefs
More concrete.
So no need to weep,
No need to run
From your shadows.

Yes, weíll walk,
Into the Glass Castle,
Iíll show you
That you too can be a Royal.
So no need to weep,
No need to run

From your shadows.
So no need to weep,
No need to run
From your shadows.
So no need to weep,
No need to run
From your shadows.
Adrian DeVine

Brisbane, Australia

#1227 Jul 30, 2014
These stones speak a level language,
murmured word by word,
a speech pocked and porous with loss,
redressed by the slow hungers of weathering.

And there, in the broken choir, children
are all raised voice, loving the play of outline
and absence where the dissembled god
has shared his shape and homed us.

At the end of the nave, the east front stands
Both altered and unchanged,
its arch guttural and uvular.

And what comes across, half-said
into all that space, is that it's enough
to love the air we move through.
Adrian DeVine

Brisbane, Australia

#1228 Jul 30, 2014
not that it's loneliness
just one black bird
in the blue-grey sky

not that it's loneliness
just standing in the garden
waiting for snow

not that it's loneliness
just the sound of a jet
behind everything

not that it's loneliness
just sitting on the wall
between clouds and sea

not that it's loneliness
just a hole in the door frame
where the mouse went
Adrian DeVine

Brisbane, Australia

#1229 Aug 1, 2014
gentrified entanglement
a week dismembered,
full of craven gullibility
bags of flesh mouthing
silent words
in the hollow earth
stained red with leaking passion.
as an oil spill tucked neatly
away in the purest parts of the sea,
swelling and gathering speed
to blacken the earth.
angels dance with a cadence of
indeterminate in origin,
lacking in self preservation
a hundred thousand pretty words
wrought of iron,
worn down by the ebb of time,
which drives all
towards infinity.
there are things in this world
which we choose to believe
because the alternative
is all to terrible to abide.
CRAZY ARMS

Brisbane, Australia

#1230 Aug 2, 2014
I lie in wait
upon my perfumed bed
adorned only by the night.
My breasts rise and fall
in anticipation
of your forbidden touch.

I watch as the window drapes
billow softly,
dancing with the wind.
And the breeze
whispers to my flesh
of your arrival.

Countless days and nights
I have awaited this moment,
to taste your bittersweet kiss,
to feel your caress
by which my body
and soul shall be freed.

Hasten to my side
my lover, my friend.
Take my hand
and tempt me no longer.

I feel your approach
and I sigh with desire
as the wanton need
within me rushes forth.

You reach out and darkness
wraps its arms around me.
My body trembles...
My breath quickens...
I am yours.

And, as I draw one
last
breath...

I smile,
For Death, he is a tender lover.
Adrian DeVine

Brisbane, Australia

#1231 Aug 2, 2014
Just when I thought my muse had left
a splintered staccato formed words on a page;
seems I still have a taste for the treble clef.

Haste in the morning fuels the morning breath
for two lovely dumbstruck lovers looking young for their age
just when they thought their muse had left.

Iím not sure I remember the rest;
The words stop like drumsticks dropped in rage,
but I still have a taste for the treble clef.

Desperate to try as my lover suggests
burning through candles, tarot, and sage
just when Iím sure my muse has left.

I vote for stripping this verse and shredding the rest
Getting in with producers and out with the wage;
We still have a taste for the treble clef.

Tequila sunrise and an golden sunset;
Is freedom a bitch once youíre out of the cage?
Just when I thought my muse had left,
seems I still have a taste for the treble clef.

“Groooovin'”

Since: Feb 14

Location hidden

#1232 Aug 2, 2014
Adrian DeVine wrote:
Just when I thought my muse had left
a splintered staccato formed words on a page;
seems I still have a taste for the treble clef.
Haste in the morning fuels the morning breath
for two lovely dumbstruck lovers looking young for their age
just when they thought their muse had left.
Iím not sure I remember the rest;
The words stop like drumsticks dropped in rage,
but I still have a taste for the treble clef.
Desperate to try as my lover suggests
burning through candles, tarot, and sage
just when Iím sure my muse has left.
I vote for stripping this verse and shredding the rest
Getting in with producers and out with the wage;
We still have a taste for the treble clef.
Tequila sunrise and an golden sunset;
Is freedom a bitch once youíre out of the cage?
Just when I thought my muse had left,
seems I still have a taste for the treble clef.
WHOA!! Adrian..YA STILL GOT IT!! RIGHT ON!!
Adrian DeVine

Brisbane, Australia

#1233 Aug 2, 2014
Petal Power wrote:
<quoted text> WHOA!! Adrian..YA STILL GOT IT!! RIGHT ON!!
Sure I do........I don't know what you think of me, but I hope it's X-rated.

“Hippie Single DAD, vet, Honest”

Level 6

Since: Apr 11

Steamboat Sprgs Colorado

#1234 Aug 3, 2014
Blind love ..........

Brings with it sort of a false hope ,by exposing those feelings
we may have expectations of anthers perceptions
They're take on us is never complete because it is only seen when we're awake.
The complexities of anothers soul can never be shown through words
without the blinking & blushes Rick

“near Halloween.”

Level 8

Since: Dec 06

‚Äė

#1235 Aug 4, 2014
CRAZY ARMS wrote:
I lie in wait
upon my perfumed bed
adorned only by the night.
My breasts rise and fall
in anticipation
of your forbidden touch.
I watch as the window drapes
billow softly,
dancing with the wind.
And the breeze
whispers to my flesh
of your arrival.
Countless days and nights
I have awaited this moment,
to taste your bittersweet kiss,
to feel your caress
by which my body
and soul shall be freed.
Hasten to my side
my lover, my friend.
Take my hand
and tempt me no longer.
I feel your approach
and I sigh with desire
as the wanton need
within me rushes forth.
You reach out and darkness
wraps its arms around me.
My body trembles...
My breath quickens...
I am yours.
And, as I draw one
last
breath...
I smile,
For Death, he is a tender lover.
Adrian,
You need to be careful when copying down these poems here-
some are under copyright ie>
The above called >

'Tender Love'- by Morgan Wood....

Just saying!

“Denny Crain”

Level 8

Since: Jan 11

Location hidden

#1236 Aug 4, 2014
See them workers. Ain't they the bunch. Toting them pails carrying their lunch. Carrying them pail carrying that chow. Eating it later carrying it now : )

“near Halloween.”

Level 8

Since: Dec 06

‚Äė

#1237 Aug 4, 2014
Grace Nerissa wrote:
<quoted text>
Adrian,
You need to be careful when copying down these poems here-
some are under copyright ie>
The above called >
'Tender Love'- by Morgan Wood....
Just saying!
>>

"TENDER LOVER"

By

Morgan Wood:

“Denny Crain”

Level 8

Since: Jan 11

Location hidden

#1238 Aug 4, 2014
Grace Nerissa wrote:
<quoted text>
>>
"TENDER LOVER"
By
Morgan Wood:
A shame to steal another mans work :( See them Moose goosers, ain't they the bunch. Goosing them huge Moose goosing them tiny, goosing them meadow Moose in the hiney :) Just doggral I heard many years ago
Adrian DeVine

Brisbane, Australia

#1239 Aug 4, 2014
Grace Nerissa wrote:
<quoted text>
Adrian,
You need to be careful when copying down these poems here-
some are under copyright ie>
The above called >
'Tender Love'- by Morgan Wood....
Just saying!
Unfortunately, Stev-E and you stickybeak Grace Nerissa spot them, and you both can't help yourself spilling the beans to Susan Okedoke, despite Rachel long-nose insisting she'd tell her panderer herself.

Despite the rather draconian tone of what appears above, not everything is plagiarised. Things that are not subject to copyright are said to be in the public domain.

No one can claim exclusive ownership of things in the public domain, and anyone can do whatever they please with public domain works without obtaining anyoneís permission or paying any fees.

You are completely free to make copies of things in the public domain, you can publish them, you can perform them, you can display them, or create derivative works based on them.....

Just saying

“Groooovin'”

Since: Feb 14

Location hidden

#1240 Aug 4, 2014
Adrian DeVine wrote:
<quoted text>
Unfortunately, Stev-E and you stickybeak Grace Nerissa spot them, and you both can't help yourself spilling the beans to Susan Okedoke, despite Rachel long-nose insisting she'd tell her panderer herself.
Despite the rather draconian tone of what appears above, not everything is plagiarised. Things that are not subject to copyright are said to be in the public domain.
No one can claim exclusive ownership of things in the public domain, and anyone can do whatever they please with public domain works without obtaining anyoneís permission or paying any fees.
You are completely free to make copies of things in the public domain, you can publish them, you can perform them, you can display them, or create derivative works based on them.....
Just saying
QUESTION.. Then WHY can Bars be SUED for Using a Musician's Song??

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