maryanne-m
Naturally, if jugglers focus on how they are throwing and catching only one or two of five balls, they are likely to drop the others. The key to keeping all the balls in the air is to understand and master the many foundation skills required for juggling so that they can be integrated fluidly. The same principle holds for writing.
A man in a black suit
Walked through an iron post
A clerk stared in stunned silence
No, he was not a ghost
His black Cadillac sped away
Throwing the darks aside
Yes, it no longer mattered
He got a whole **** world inside
A righteous cloth wavered
On one side of the fender
Like a lonely lost cowboy
Slowly losing its luster
Yes, it does not matter now
It was only an old symbol
It won't free up enough bucks
To do anything rational
From the needle-point of view
Of the naives and downtrodden
The great spot was exploitative
Mind you, it owned the mainstream
From the artful thoughts
Of the artless and the browns
'twas a friendly fishing net
Crowding everyone around
There was a unifying vision
Yet it was oversimplified
There was much to condemn
That which can not be spoken
Since the losers were good
The winners were awesome
Never mind the conspiracy
Never mind the stealthy harm
It works all the same
All over mighty federations
What's built into the system
May never be reformed
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 9:39 PM UTC
*Give me cigarettes, give me chocolate
I like it Joe...*
My soles rested on this cotton-white candy land
Unsure if it was the cold touch of these featherbeds
Or the flakes of hesitation that brought chills
Into my clueless mind
*Give me cigarettes, give me chocolate
I like it Joe...*
This 1945 song played over and over in my head
As if it helped lessen the shame and discomfort
That was traveling from the tip of my toe
To each in every active follicle of my hair
Ah, I savored the strange moment that it was
Of what I considered triumph. Strange,
That I even felt achieved in this strange land
When the real war of time and belief is yet to come
I wore Chinchilla coats over my dignity
Yet to me, every stride was irrelevant
An account for differences, even partiality
The Dr Pepper in my hand seemed out of place or was I?
The white backdrop where I was standing
Only served to amplify my striking shade
And how fool I was to even think
That the landlords would consider me germane?
Who was I to even presume acceptance
When their own predilection as old as time still lives?
Is it perfidiousness to long a taste of a miracle
In the land of dreams?
*Give me cigarettes, give me chocolate
I like it Joe...*
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 8:15 PM UTC
mon amour
our innocence
moved in uncertainty
like our body moves, beautifully
in unnatural way
our tears of pain
and happiness
blend in our sweats
(when our body is bent
our heart is spent)
my tongue is strong
like the tip of your toe
as its slices the flesh
down your neck
like a velvet rag
wiping away your shame
blotting it out completely
as from the memory
your low, sustained cries
are music to my ears
like a cascading tutu, gasping
like waterfalls over steep rocks
pushing me
beyond any boundaries
made by man
even by gods
(and i felt your body quiver
like a wild circus at the
birth of the night)
my love, my prima ballerina
you are hysterical
evolving weightlessly
on my skin, whispering
into my pores
telling a story in each curve
conquering yet refined
and here i am, a criminal
condescendingly proud
taking justice into my hands
for only by these hands
could i bring justice
to our love, to our lust
to our soul
(and you pull me down
down to complete nothingness
where everything doesn't matter
and all that matters is nothing)
and together we dance
you and i
ever so gracefully
to that hopeful spotlight
hoping for the endless
hoping for eternity
but euernity has to end
only to begin again
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 10:07 PM UTC
Old corn farmers on a smoke break
Wearing old hats and ***** shirts
Talking about rainbows and politics
Alligators evolve so as the raven
Their claws soon become useless
Just like the human brain
An owl cautiously moved into the limelight
Wearing oversize diamond and opal
Hoping he doesn't look like an animal
Lips like cherries and a tongue like strawberries
She has all the makings of a total fruit cake
Who will think she stings like a snake?
I am afraid our eyes are bigger than our brain
That we have more curiosity than understanding
For we grasp all but catch nothing but wind
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 2:10 PM UTC
The twelfth house was deeply marred
As of a forgotten ancient museum
Echoing the words of my kinswoman
Like a dusty book on a lectern
Whence part of that time it is of one
And part of that time is of other
When the Sun leaves me and enters in you
Then the season changes like feeling
Partly winter and partly spring
We are but fishes in a shallow marshland
Tied together on our suckling mouths
With rotten love and golden thread of stars
We are but the saints of the vernal equinox
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 1:55 PM UTC
Skin turned into grease
Dripping like splintered glasses
The fire consumed her
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 1:16 PM UTC
I cried for the leaves that lost their greens
I cried as the cold hand of winter touched them
I cried as red masked out their colors
I cried as they fell into the barren earth
I mourned when they took away my heart
As the lonely earth took them in
Maybe for rebirth? Maybe forever?
May it be tomorrow?
Or for another year?
Maybe never... They may never will.
I may forever be a lonely crow
flying alone, winter long
Screaming curses to the selfish sky
Spitting blames into the lonely earth
Unto the void I forever will fly until these
tired wings of mine break
and send me down to the lonely earth,
with you..
And maybe hope for rebirth?
Maybe forever?
May it be tomorrow?
Or for another year?
Maybe never... Yes, we may never will.
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 6:51 PM UTC
I was hit today. I still hear the sound of my bones as they snapped sharply with a crack as my tendons tore down into pieces.
My mind was screaming in pain but my lips refused to move.
I heard the gasps and thundering footsteps of the onlookers as they gathered around me. It was like a thousand drums echoed in my ears. I struggled to look for a familiar face to save me. Or at least end the pain.
But I failed.
My surrounding grew darker as my sight started to fade away. And no one dared to help me. No one even cared. I looked up the sky and took a last glimpse of its beauty. I knew in that very moment I was going to die. I felt the last flicker of life left my body.
I felt cold. I felt helpless. I felt lonely. But it didn’t matter. I was lonely in those damp streets my whole life where luxury was but a distant dream. It didn’t matter. After all I’m just a cat, ready to meet my maker.
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 5:33 PM UTC
Powerful..
It reads my mind
It knows my anger and pain
Mischievous..
It is but an eye
Looking back at me
Mockery..
I see my bare hands
Pointing back at me
Haunting..
It is knowing
It knows my darkest secret
Evil..
It finds my flaws
It tells me my weakness
Deceitful..
It tells lies
It is but my opposite
Dark..
Soundless laughter
Silent cries
Mirror..
The whitest lie
Of the darkest trick
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 3:24 PM UTC
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who is the fairest of us all?
Skin so delicate and fair
Blue eyes and long black hair
A good king, a good daughter
A wicked stepmother
One day full of gloom and dread
When The Wicked heard it said
"The Daughter is the fairest,
O' dear! You are second best!"
The Wicked was wild with jelousy
And begun plotting conspiracy
Getting rid of the fair lady
Was the wicked plan of the day
The Wicked called on her servant
The name was **** Cindy
Bribed her with riches women want
Promised her a gift of beauty
So **** Cindy and The Daughter
Went into the depth of the forest
**** Cindy has led the pretty girl
She surely must put her to death!
Our **** Cindy however
Found the girl a thing of beauty
**** Cindy's courage betrayed her
Excused herself and ran away
The pretty daughter was left alone
Terribly scared but still alive
Tears fell as she thought of home
Doubtful if she will ever survive
**** Cindy returned to the castle
Showing a heart of a roe deer
And served as a loyal vassal
To The Ever Wicked stepmother
So **** Cindy got rewarded
With unimaginable riches
Lasting beauty she was awarded
At last she got her wishes
At night our **** Cindy
Her riches, all she gathered
And then she vanished swiftly
Away from The Ever Wicked
Meanwhile the pretty daughter
Found a place to stay
That house was full of laughter
And the rest was history
Highly pleased now The Wicked
Turned again to the mirror
But her hopes became unsettled
After the unpleasant cheer
She must die! She must die!
Went The Wicked's awful cry
She became an old peasant
Killed the girl with a poison
And so the pretty daughter
Laid in the forest for days
The cute house lost its laughter
The Wicked went on her ways
The sad news reached the town
And to our **** Cindy
So she wore her sexiest gown
And started on her journey
Into the forest she went
Looking for that pretty girl
Her heart skipped and bent
Feeling that awesome thrill
**** Cindy found The Daughter
Lying on a wooden bed
"Thy beauty is oh, so rare!"
Was the thought inside her head
She could not help but wet her lips
Staring at the sleeping lady
She felt a tingle below her hips
And sensation inside her belly
They said no man can wake the girl
And maybe no man really can?
So **** Cindy kissed The Daughter
And so her passion has began
The kiss was oddly very awesome
And it stirred the sleeping girl
It brought a funny slurpy sound
Waking up The Royal Daughter
"Oh God! Oh my! Oh my!
Oh my beautiful princess!
Take my hand, come with me
Away from this very place!"
So **** Cindy and The Daughter
They ran away together
Across the land of nowhere
Where they lived happily ever after
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who is the fairest of us all?
"Snow and Cindy are the fairest
O' dear! Now you're the third best!"
~THE END~
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 12:51 AM UTC