Todays poem

[calleharnemark]

Today I met an old friend.
I have been away.
Maybe he can help me find a loose end.
I can't always stay.

I got to follow the line.
Alone or together we meet our faith.
I can only accept or decline.'
It can never be too early or too late.

[Ozserf]

I feel well, the sun is in me

Out of the well, the sun I can see

Hear no bell, silence is happy

[infected]

The moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other:
The moon is my sister, the dawn is my brother.
The moon on my left and the dawn on my right.

[calleharnemark]

Today is midsummer.
People are full of joy.
Some people can't be dumber.
They can treat anyone as a toy.

The world is full of flowers.
Now is the time to celebrate.
Lots of people is abusing their powers.
But can we happy at this rate?

[calleharnemark]

Today is another day.
People can be hard to understand.
I can't keep the darkness at bay.
It's like this in every land.

Just wanna listen to my music today.
Just wanna help out.
Go into discussions where I have something important to say.
Some persons reasoning makes me doubt.

[calleharnemark]

When will we be done?
I am just gonna ask.
When will all our problems be gone?
Life consists of one big task.

What is the meaning?
I wonder and look at the big sky.
Why can't our views be what it is seeming?
Maybe it's just to be happy when you die?

[calleharnemark]

Today been an easy day.
Took a walk in the hot sun.
I will be okay.
I don't wanna look dumb.

I am enjoying our nice weather.
I feel I wanna run.
Going around feeling light as feather.
Then I law down in the hot sun.

[Sundancer]

Eye I So Sir Soy bound to sound like a rookie cookie, you mutter in the gutter and go out in a blaze of glory, in the meantime he tells you a story. Stop this nonsense, I'm getting so tense. Hence I stop writing, because the dog is biting. Pentagram drawn in to the sand, those satan worshippers are playing in a band. My dignity is but a mortified glance in to the deeps, the phone in my room just beeps. Total annihilation of my consciousness is at an end, no more places where it could bend. Troubadours sang of my tale, it included my friend the whale. Missed my last chance to make it right, my asshole is so tight. Gilded cups of gold, in the marketplace they are sold. So bold, it is told. Bottomfeeders are getting crazy, one of them is named Dazy. Together we march in to the mist, this is the last time I write my name in the list. My body is getting old, it's already cold and forming some mold. Trapped in a maze of hypocrites, I also see a lot of Brits. The world is at an end, it cannot mend. Great men are remembered by their deeds, they are the ones who planted the seeds. Be bee. Google pictures of noodle. Rich bastards swimming in money, now you are a bee and you make honey. False truths yelled from balconies, jesters mimic the atrocities. The last rites are now chanted, nothing more of us is wanted. Bert's birds perch birch purge purchase.

[Reznorock]

Detection found in my fortifications.
My mind is gnawing vile mastication's.
Pure and broken physical alterations.
I can't breath through life's justifications.

It burns and breaks subtle mindset.
I can't help to be somewhat upset.
I lost my path again, my way.
Soul and mind utter dismay.

To many obstacles.
To little hope.
I think I hung myself long ago, no joke.

We all make mistakes.
Attempt to make them right.
to make it through.
Painful strife.

I know one hundred people.
Forgot a thousand more.
Id guess at a dozen.
That I miss and adore.

But that is life you see.
Busy as a bee.
With all the best intentions.
To serve as ash to thee.

[Reznorock]

slipping falling to my knees
I dont know why
but its slow
and carefulI can feel the cold of the tile against my head
everything else is scalding
but it feels good
I can feel ever muscle sliding over one another
every muscle sliding over bone
the way it glides
the way it tightens
threatening to break me
the way it moves like liquid
I can feel it under my skin
my skin doesnt make any sense
how can it still be there?
shouldnt it be going somewhere with everything else?
I can feel every drop of water beating down on it
like the drop of hundereds of gentle hammers
trying to let me out
I can feel the way the water rolls across my skin
every little bead gliding its way down me
I can feel the way it runs across my lips and tounge
there are so many droplets finding theyre way down me
its like another skin
moving against the first
whe heat of the water is going
its leaving so slowly
then its gone
icy
cold
but it means nothing
just like the lava flowing across me
in me
now all is ice
yet everything is still flowing
nothing really feels different
all I feel is the soft caress of every single drop
touching me, rolling down me , seducing me into feeling it
I feel it
it feels like im melting