redbarchettadrive - Hello Poetry

And Just Like the Moon... Vaguely lit --- by the summer moon, starlight sang her ancient song. Her sweet madness, well shrouded like a child's secret; --sang to her like she were a dying friend. Their smiles twinkled as a banana spider spun Venus into her web. Moon shadows planted their face in the tall, dewy grass as shimmering willows sent their fingers feeling. Memories from many centuries past came flooding back like a retreating tsunami. Her soft touch tingled on his skin, something even Picasso couldn't capture on canvas. His thoughts dove into the dark depths of her eyes, swimming off into the dancing starlight. She tossed stones through the moon's watery reflection and a million more moons slow danced across the surface. We caught shooting stars and sealed them in jars, and just like the moon... =========I hung there.

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Sep 25, 2018

Sep 25, 2018 at 12:41 AM UTC

And Just Like the Moon...

And Just Like the Moon... Vaguely lit --- by the summer moon, starlight sang her ancient song. Her sweet madness, well shrouded like a child's secret; --sang to her like she were a dying friend. Their smiles twinkled as a banana spider spun Venus into her web. Moon shadows planted their face in the tall, dewy grass as shimmering willows sent their fingers feeling. Memories from many centuries past came flooding back like a retreating tsunami. Her soft touch tingled on his skin, something even Picasso couldn't capture on canvas. His thoughts dove into the dark depths of her eyes, swimming off into the dancing starlight. She tossed stones through the moon's watery reflection and a million more moons slow danced across the surface. We caught shooting stars and sealed them in jars, and just like the moon... =========I hung there.

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Today I seen my shadow in a whole new light. It stood tall and didn't want to fight. I couldn't tell if it was smilng, or if it wore a frown. I only knew that I needed to know before this rising sun went down. Who was this man cast before me? I felt he needed to belong. He couldn't talk with his eyes, or sing it to me in song. I never did hear what he was dying to say. I just shook his hand and he walked away.

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Feb 17, 2013

Feb 17, 2013 at 2:50 PM UTC

What He Was Dying to Say

Today I seen my shadow in a whole new light. It stood tall and didn't want to fight. I couldn't tell if it was smilng, or if it wore a frown. I only knew that I needed to know before this rising sun went down. Who was this man cast before me? I felt he needed to belong. He couldn't talk with his eyes, or sing it to me in song. I never did hear what he was dying to say. I just shook his hand and he walked away.

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. Your whispers ricochet through lonely lamp light f a l l ing as soft as sanity makes another run at the door. --Years of pain, and rains.... Dank, dark whispers are like runaway trains.

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Feb 15, 2013

Feb 15, 2013 at 12:00 PM UTC

~As Soft as Sanity

. Your whispers ricochet through lonely lamp light f a l l ing as soft as sanity makes another run at the door. --Years of pain, and rains.... Dank, dark whispers are like runaway trains.

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Twilight moon-- drifting unaware. A sudden flood of color shimmered on a sea of glass. One million angels were trembling, holding back their song. A world sleeping blind-- dreaming downward awoke... to a clear reflection of reality. Fleeting shades of shuffling sound glowed white... like flames of a deep love. Suddenly-- Chained whispers exploded into God's song.

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Jul 15, 2012

Jul 15, 2012 at 3:17 PM UTC

Chained Whispers

Twilight moon-- drifting unaware. A sudden flood of color shimmered on a sea of glass. One million angels were trembling, holding back their song. A world sleeping blind-- dreaming downward awoke... to a clear reflection of reality. Fleeting shades of shuffling sound glowed white... like flames of a deep love. Suddenly-- Chained whispers exploded into God's song.

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. The corners of my life are worn with cracks, my spine is older and bowing. My dust jacket has been consumed by moth, yet the words within are still glowing. Thunderheads are dancing in my backyard, big bands swing in the childrens eyes. When did imagination become insanity, death is short-lived, yet everyone tries. Distant tides crash in a familiar pattern, queen bees dance within their hive. Even while tragedy is striking, you're still glad to be alive. A glass of red wine sits atop my piano, and then comes the sudden strike of a key. A synthetic chord becomes entwined together, kind of reminds me of you and me. Where destinies flowed from the magic wand, then a vast array of cynics came into view. Then rumbling forces warred with us from doing unto others as you'd have done unto you. Complex and complete, yes-- alt and delete never understood, “just because.” The thunderheads roared, and yet they restored the man I really thought that I was. The corners of my life are worn with cracks, my spine is older and bowing. My dust jacket has been consumed by moth, yet the words within are still glowing... The words within are still glowing!

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Jun 3, 2012

Jun 3, 2012 at 2:45 AM UTC

The Man I Really Thought That I Was

. The corners of my life are worn with cracks, my spine is older and bowing. My dust jacket has been consumed by moth, yet the words within are still glowing. Thunderheads are dancing in my backyard, big bands swing in the childrens eyes. When did imagination become insanity, death is short-lived, yet everyone tries. Distant tides crash in a familiar pattern, queen bees dance within their hive. Even while tragedy is striking, you're still glad to be alive. A glass of red wine sits atop my piano, and then comes the sudden strike of a key. A synthetic chord becomes entwined together, kind of reminds me of you and me. Where destinies flowed from the magic wand, then a vast array of cynics came into view. Then rumbling forces warred with us from doing unto others as you'd have done unto you. Complex and complete, yes-- alt and delete never understood, “just because.” The thunderheads roared, and yet they restored the man I really thought that I was. The corners of my life are worn with cracks, my spine is older and bowing. My dust jacket has been consumed by moth, yet the words within are still glowing... The words within are still glowing!

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Forgotten flesh behind cold walls, pressing nose to steamed glass-- With weightless memories, your ache hides within a dream like whispers on a scream. --playing moon games. a black widow wrapping flies is the only sound. The silence roared like fire, standing in the shadows of surrender... etching goodbye in the mist.

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Jun 2, 2012

Jun 2, 2012 at 11:21 PM UTC

Etching Goodbye in the Mist

Forgotten flesh behind cold walls, pressing nose to steamed glass-- With weightless memories, your ache hides within a dream like whispers on a scream. --playing moon games. a black widow wrapping flies is the only sound. The silence roared like fire, standing in the shadows of surrender... etching goodbye in the mist.

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A sudden shaking-- Gray thunder dust chokes out sound, cloaking the world in death... Goodbye's ghost is a pale rider. Another unloved winter melts as today lies on the brink of tomorrow. A shifting sky is saturated with screaming colors, where secrets pretend to be untold as another black pearl nightmare is extracted from her bleeding throat. .

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May 26, 2012

May 26, 2012 at 12:54 AM UTC

Another Black Pearl Nightmare

A sudden shaking-- Gray thunder dust chokes out sound, cloaking the world in death... Goodbye's ghost is a pale rider. Another unloved winter melts as today lies on the brink of tomorrow. A shifting sky is saturated with screaming colors, where secrets pretend to be untold as another black pearl nightmare is extracted from her bleeding throat. .

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. Having escaped his dank and desolate amniotic enclosure, the devil's milk became an ebony arterial spray dripping like warm wax down a gold-leaf candlestick. He'll give you an inch, and take your smile... He's a wildflower among the thorn, with ripe lies plump for the picking, with a heavy and pungent ripeness; haunting, fleshy apricots with poisonous pits. --Coolness to a burning throat, oozing with crisp copper mockery. He'll give you an inch, and take your smile... Treat or Trick? .

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May 24, 2012

May 24, 2012 at 4:56 PM UTC

He'll Give You an Inch...

. Having escaped his dank and desolate amniotic enclosure, the devil's milk became an ebony arterial spray dripping like warm wax down a gold-leaf candlestick. He'll give you an inch, and take your smile... He's a wildflower among the thorn, with ripe lies plump for the picking, with a heavy and pungent ripeness; haunting, fleshy apricots with poisonous pits. --Coolness to a burning throat, oozing with crisp copper mockery. He'll give you an inch, and take your smile... Treat or Trick? .

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. So many summers and winters... kissed by the light of a starlit moon. The mouth of reason turns to song as women of darkness start walking into the light. When you breathe darkness-- blindness is your curse. Light is the key to the door, the heart of every rainbow... The effect to every cause. .

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May 24, 2012

May 24, 2012 at 2:29 PM UTC

The Heart of Every Rainbow

. So many summers and winters... kissed by the light of a starlit moon. The mouth of reason turns to song as women of darkness start walking into the light. When you breathe darkness-- blindness is your curse. Light is the key to the door, the heart of every rainbow... The effect to every cause. .

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. Snips & snails & midnight shadows unaware-- ...the soft flesh of wildflowers tremble in the blistering wind. Slowly shifting their tattered reflection... Twilight fire, painted angels bleeding dreamlessly. A perfect stranger melts like a million echoes ground into dust. Eternity glowed like a falling moonstone. Girl's souls really are sugar and spice... .

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May 24, 2012

May 24, 2012 at 1:55 PM UTC

Girl's Souls

. Snips & snails & midnight shadows unaware-- ...the soft flesh of wildflowers tremble in the blistering wind. Slowly shifting their tattered reflection... Twilight fire, painted angels bleeding dreamlessly. A perfect stranger melts like a million echoes ground into dust. Eternity glowed like a falling moonstone. Girl's souls really are sugar and spice... .

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