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Nice to have a place like this again.
Spew Away Friends.... Spew Away!
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Thus Speaketh Esha TenSixteenOSeven
Esha (to Bex): "Not sure how to put this to the page."
Bex to Esha: I got it covered, this time. Next time you need to figure it out. ;)
Waiting for…the stars to…fade into…enormous tendrils…naked with…time haunting…every movement…and it lasted…a life time before… gathering age like…some exotic fruit…tasted on the…tip of my tongue…lingering longer on…your flesh…covered in my sight…and I hear you say yes…and I ask you again…and I hear you say yes…under my breath…every star fell from the sky…every thought dwindled…into tomorrows…scotch…heavy on the head…memories danced elusively …but I keep thinking…you said yes…under my breath…some how wishing, but…the stars are all gone…and you are still…on my tongue…where secrets are forged…we listen for…our breath to be heard…where are our eyes…are they looking…for sound…to give to…their screams…and in my dreams you…are there…my face is stranger…than a stranger to you…I listen for yes… in your breath…I hear only…glances…and we lower our…heads…where eyes can not…be seen…from a distance…tracing lines like…wrinkles on the face…where once there was an expression… age catches us…looking at the face of…another clock…unfolding the sky…which is the limit…where once there…were wishes…
Sell me your…smile lingering…against a…back drop of…a falling star…a fading
moon…clinging to the…edge of night...like a whisper...in the dark…shadows
of...loves secret…make me your…longing…your passion...lose me in…sleep…find me
in...death…where I will always…be seen…encrypted by…stone stares...and
frozen...poetry…looking past…the horizon...where dreams...dangle from...dark
chasms...of deep...saxophones' wailing…against the…beat of an...empty
heart...bleeding over...forgotten words…a song without…rhythm...and I am
gaining…my prison...my solace...my lost soul...glimmering in...the ageless voice...of
memory...where even the...smell of your...flesh against…the satin sheets...of
wisdom...falls like a kiss...and the whisper of dove…the gift of reason…the
barren season…ripped...rampant and foaming from…the mind...madness set me aside for...the third dimension…staring back at me...like a reflection from the
mirror...of my soul...where I am lost and unseen except for...the dreams you
dream…
Stand alert daunted by the passage of time…without a glance back…retreating behind a mask of geography and the distance between kisses…am I a forgotten relic…an ancient sacrifice to the un yielding god of time…a thick layer of dust obscuring loves vision…haunted by the echo of a beating heart…haunted by the shadow cast by desire…haunted by the reflection of longings darkness…I have lost sight of the stars…searching for you…I found the silence of my heart…beating against the echo of an…”I love you.”…I saw the sigh in your eyes…but before the moon touched the vacancy of your voice…I embraced you once again…like the ocean had carried you …your eyes scanned the horizon for my sight…and placed you before me…a gift for the stars…cry out to an empty sky…my words became wishes…granted and I remembered your breath…against my ear…your lips pressing…giving birth to a kiss…not yet forgotten…I wept with remembrance…in the silence your…ghost passing through each grain of sand…each thought taking a piece of you away from me…every breath casting me from your sight…each unspoken I love you withers the heart…my existence denied…forgotten not but by…your vision turning dark skies to light while…the path goes unseen…through yesterday’s eyes that are…held rigid by…memory and longing…the sudden embrace of…your voice…where words are unspoken that are…heard like a storm…filling an ocean…weeping for love…the barren sands of an hourglass spills time from…torn heart goes…unbroken…
Words un spoken…heard like a…storm without…memories and…an ocean filled…weeping for love…and the barren…sands of its…absence like an…hour glass spilling time from…a torn heart…broken with…sinew…dangling like…tattered satin…from the tongue…a sigh and…a whisper…slips from the…moist lips of…a kiss that…echo’s like a…lone wish…gathered from the…hope of…an untainted heart…sadness seeps…through the vision of…tomorrows sun…rising like the tides…rich with…a mothers…breath against…tear stained cheeks…the frantic taste…of wasted…words rotten…and worn like…a shelter from the…minds eye…blinded by the…reflection of…wrinkles and the…skin of your…youth against…my dreams…laced with…your taste
Forgotten not but by…your vision turning…dark skies to…light while the path…becomes un-seen…through yesterday’s…eyes that are held…rigid by…memory and longing…by the sudden…embrace of…your voice…and it was…by choice…imprisoned by distance…and haunted by time…is that which…lets stars become…wishes granted by…
Unwrapped…skull found…fending off…derelict…hair do’s…and skinny…skeletons fondling…the ground with…stature…pool of flesh…ridden…elbows…garnishing…the streets with…slumber and…a bag full of…identities…to a.k.a…the world of…sinister enforcement…entrails that have…no skeleton to…speak of empty…insides twisting like…a burning flag…in the forefront…of television…scandals settling in like…comfort…and the blankets are…tattered…and the country’s…rattled…and we battled…the antipodes of…identities…spattered…expressions across…the mirror…found foresight…in history…where…perceptions dictate…memories of childhood endeavors to…dream dreams that…brought hopes to…a shattering…pile of…debris gathered experience from….disappointments…gathered ignorance from…broken hearts…fed the…walls of…our fortress…stones…of resentment…lifted swords to…defend the…ache of our…soul…seeking answers…to questions…absurd…with reality…stifling our dreams…of contentment by…gazing at stars…where wishes…are spent…and our time…was not…meant to…lay down with…our age unfolding....the earth with…a grave to…save us of…sadness…while the…madness ensues…to choose or…refuse…
Wreck…the evening faded…from my sight…passed out…over words I’ve…heard and I…still don’t listen…except to…speak the truth…and even…then I crashed…in on the…vision of faded…blue jeans and…a hole in the knee…of prayer…my blessing…bloody with…obsession…the exception…spilled over wet…flesh…that stuck to the…sheets when…she moaned…and god…fell from…her sighs…immaculate…conceptualization…bred like…a harvest to come…and my mind…turned grey skies…crimson with the…stroke of her…tongue against…my canvas…where a tear…traced my wrinkles…and the clock…mourned with its…ancient voice of…mockery…holding…mortality over…the head of…my ego…
I did not…look to see…before me…strangled…virgin…wrapped around…the insight of…my mind bending…that which is…real but…not spoken…and seen in…a dream that lost…sight of the stars which…have vanished in…a kiss from…darkness…and touched my…heart…crouched…forgotten…some how lost…to apathy…atrophy settling down…with blindness stuck to…the fore front of…my vision…where I turn…from knowledge…give gifts of…ignorance to…over thought ideas…of oppression…I have…surrendered…and rendered myself…void…I am the…keep of…my ego and my…id…banished me from…the abstract sound…of my beating heart…to wit brought…death in…the form of…the reflection cast…upon my sight…and before me…I have knelt…and before me…I was…nothing…and before me…there was you…and after me…everything matters…except…me…and you are the sun…rising and falling…before what vision…I have left…the stars that are…gone are…me in…darkness…where I can…never be touched…by your light…or seen with…the tapered lip…of a wish…send me your dawn…your dusk…your chariot astride…make me your…torture…bind me with embrace…no ballade…to sound…no ode for…obsession…mockery rides on…the back of…my shadow that…washed away in the rain……
I spoke through the lips of an echo…fingers fanning out…across the horizon which the sun can never escape…listening for the breath of understanding…beneath the shadow words…before spoken…into an un-listening ear…that hears only the echo…of a kiss
I stopped speaking questions…answers shed wrinkles…and I grew with the clock…un-daunted by an end…and I heard my voice…crash into silence…but the mirror stood un shattered…against the darkness…sinking into a pool of…unwanted stars and a stale moon whose dust holds no magic…stored with skins of dreams…whose fruit is no longer sweet…but bitter…discarded without thought…upon deaths bed where everything is remembered…and the clock comes undone…no breath is wasted with prayer…no heart is broken by love…and no mind shattered by reality…the seconds stand still…the mirror goes blank…an echo becomes a whisper…and what I remember is…the smile on my face right now…and is now gone with thought…
“Follow-me-home-and-fuck-me shoes”By Erica Wiberg
Phrase coined by literary genius: Tom Robbins
The shade of her lips matched the velvet of her shoes.
Crimson like the second day of my menses. They were
drunken super fly platforms with a mind of their own.
As soon as she slipped them on, the room lit up like
a cherry disco ball radiating lip gloss kisses and heady
pheromones. She may have acted oblivious, but she knew
her intention every time she donned them. They spoke
to her—and to every man and lesbian in the place. Only
the creative and confident need apply. The shoes
scared off the weak with their secret Darwinian fangs.
Survival of the fittest for this bitch. Her already
shapely legs stood out like parallel trophies in these
babies. She, as a package, was pretty smokin’. But in
these, everyone wanted to lick the paper she was
rolled in. When they sat in the closet, the other
heels shunned them. But, the rugged hiking boots stood
tall and close, wanting to protect the little
sweeties, and maybe catch a whiff…
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