Apech Posted September 10, 2013 lonely on the street jostled by a thousand lives sea-gull in a storm. winged shape rising high I try to yell it's true name words die in my throat. there's no place for me abandoned here by heaven earth bound, soaked by rain. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Taomeow Posted September 10, 2013 (edited) *** The tunnel, the train, the plane crashing into that, the alarm clock... Dream... *** Birds of paradise Hushed garden of evermore Amber persimmons Edited September 10, 2013 by Taomeow Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Dagon Posted September 11, 2013 A beautiful day, Dark clouds, lightning and thunder, Rain, to wash away. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Apech Posted September 11, 2013 (edited) Dream Mahasiddhi travelling players have come, lantern shadow show. The girl 'Emptiness' beckons from by the curtain now it's time to dance. I have three good friends bodhisattvas all, we drink! forgetting ourselves. A bead of red wine On your lip, gives all away we are lost, my love. Edited September 11, 2013 by Apech Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Taomeow Posted September 12, 2013 *** Pre-Mao pu-ehr tea. Over seventy years old, fresh tasting, blood red. *** His aunt is a witch from Grenoble, she skis, taijis and talks to the dead. *** A huge beetle flies in with his engine running loud, jump-starting my cat Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Dagon Posted September 12, 2013 A model waddle. Bobble, boggle, a bottle, Throttle the squabble. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Isimsiz Biri Posted October 2, 2013 Sword cuts, snow falls. Everything is collected as blood spills. One Point. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Harmonious Emptiness Posted October 20, 2013 Flowing from form-thoughts, sleeping in fleeing feeling thoughts, healing your dreaming while awake spots – beaming in believing , beaming beams that illuminate the rippling stream paths, trickling down and rolling over the toes, cold translucent bubbling water that runs out from silver metallic veins that lie within the rocky mountain tops. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Taomeow Posted October 20, 2013 *** She worked in fashion in Paris, but how she scorns stupid sticks for heels! *** Dressed in burlap rags, blindfolded, handcuffed, betrayed, she kills in her sleep. *** In Babylon, oh, everybody tells me so, can't buy me love, no. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Harmonious Emptiness Posted October 21, 2013 Swinging on instinct, catch yo-self on the brink, quick quick, ya blink, don’t think Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
