“For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.”
― Virginia Woolf
Shenanigans you say?
Mellifluous is the sound of two hands typing.
Here we are, in a blog.
The sound of my voice is not alone.
And any moment now I will joined by....Lola
Lola, and her silly little details that don't matter much
but are very mischievous and questionable.
Let's run away to something, to someone
Where do you want go, to do, with whom?
A large variety of lots of different STUFF
Redundance.
Let's find something a little out of the ordinary, that's not normal
let's befuddle
let's baffle
Let us be unexpected
Cranky
Fussy
Snappish and downright disagreeable
Take your pick
Take your time
Let us proclaim
There is a journey the road
all the while blowing bubbles
This is our writing workshop.
NOW GO!!!!
Layers upon layers
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Standing on limbs unbreakable
Insecure
And well mannered
As the wind takes heed, the sound of my voice; it is not alone
I claim to run away to something
I claim to run to someone
An unexpected sorrow stills me
Reminds me of pain, reminds me of you
I took my pick
I took my time
And proclaimed my essence
In a mischievous and question manner.
If I said I understood the dreams
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swimming
living
in between my ears
I would not have to
meander
wonder
ponder
around them
It would be easier if
green
black
pink
were the colors of my now
I would not have to
listen
speak
whistle
in question and answer
Where is the road here?
Where are the bubbles?
Why are my dreams
so tangled
so wistful
so impatient?
I will sit
sipping
thinking
sipping
a ginger tea
to keep away the chill.
maybe lifelong love doesn't come neatly
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or ever
maybe she just spends the rest of her life idealizing what could be
maybe she lives in her dreams
where purple skies and pink oceans and yellow trees are the norm
and some musical number is just ending, or just beginning
and fresh buttered popcorn is the rule
because movies are a whole lot easier place to live
than real life
I dreamed that
ReplyDeletethat I dreamed in levels...
and in each, life could be seen
through different panes of glass
through one pane, all is ordinary
through the other
things just look decrepit and bad...
if I said I wanted to be cool
I need only switch panes,
put my cowboy shirt, my yellow
armadillo boots,
and we both look bad-ass.
if I had doubts about
being happy (but not necessarily)
correct, I could switch panes
think of you,
and connect.
there is a the frequency
no one else can tune into...
the one encrypted message
only you and I will get.
when the man quizzed me
with all these questions
I answered all of them right,
he said 'Congratulations!'
I could jump to Level 2 of my dream,
:you will go to Brazil", he said, to"the city"
and you will search with all your might...
The Winter Solstice wins my heart with words created from the world of images the mind carries in slumber. I find this necessary to share. I find this not doubtful and connecting even though I long for bad ass yellow armadillo cowboy boots.
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