Friday, March 29

Browsing: Free Verse

the faded visages are paper memories taken long ago and sealed in time my heritage, pasted in spiral bound books are histories remembered by an aging few — 1/30/10 – 66 #favorite

i hear melodic phrases in the chambers of my mind they beckon me, enticing with words that shape, bend, and fashion bold and insightful pieces that reveal and illuminate the best things — 1/22/10 – 56 #favorite

precisely timed pressure changes convey melodies among the charged neurons building pictures, shaping emotions, evoking memories coloring the who, the what, and the story of life and self and past remembrance. — Soundtrack – 1/19/10 – 53

who are you? with your fey spirit tossing about whimsy with reckless abandon. why do you dance? unbridled and passionate your infectious grin a viral vector spreading mirth and convivial gaiety reveal yourself oh laughing sprite oh merry shade oh mysterious shadow for i would know your name. — 1/17/10 – 50

you make violence an art graphic bloodletting paused and in slow motion. the clamour and rush of wild noise and a cheering crowd serve to excite passion and mad rage. — Spartacus – 1/14/10 – 47 #favorite

your deep redness is a balm to soothe sore eyes vermilion and scarlet hues dance with wild abandon in the recesses while crimson light splay across this painted canvas until your majestic being sinks beneath the rippled line and all is darkness — 1/13/10 – 46 #favorite

hydrogen and oxygen joined by covalent bonds disseminate in languid trails embracing the wide sky curling in vacuous rings glowing amber and vermilion against a blood red sun until the arid waste of winter’s breath robs its soul of being — 1/12/10 – 45 #favorite

elation rises strong in this melancholy heart nerves vibrate, attention hums, energy pours out of every pore the world lies open before me ready to be conquered for i am invincible and nothing is beyond my grasp — on caffeine – 1/10/10 – 43

hear the echoing waves returning from their journey beckoning silence for this empty room is a sanctuary a temple, a tomb where thoughts quiet and calm reigns like heaven on earth. — 1/9/10 – 42

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