Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Tuesday Night Post #11

Flock of see ghouls,

     You can now follow me on Twitter @DBL3.  I will not bore you with everyday situations such as,"In line at Yogurtland, ARGHH... can't wait to have my after work yogurt TREAT!!! LOL!!!", and such unless I really am in line, at Yogurtland, and well maybe I really am fiending for my Yogurt treat.  Your not one to judge ME!

     This week I will double up on the post.  I am over-flowing.  In need of putting up three I will hold back and leave it for the next shopping spree,  sweet gift of words, silly rosy ambitions.


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Strange Occurrences
(Stories of the Two)

I don’t believe in Coincidences
“I chose my world softly”, he once said

From my advantage my words burn bright
But pale underbellies of untouched skin
Roasting high and dry
Are my chance encounters with him

A mutual meeting
A need to dive deep
Not up or Down
Deep into a place that exist for us two

I knew a world he once envisioned
He knows an existence filled with disarray
A switch from senseless to decay
I found meaning of pleasure in flesh and disdain
I Knew I knew nothing of the void I chose to remain
The moist stifling place he calls home
A place I was curious to dwell not alone

My words echoed in his heart
A direct freeing of the new
An avatar turn askew
Tie me up
Tie me down
Strip me of this Triple Crown

Help me render what I need to know
A dimension far from the one we both know

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Circle Dance with Two Colors

Lets consider that I am flawed
Lets ignore that I am not raw

I have felt things I think I don’t want
And exposed myself to things that help me rot

I know nothing of the love that I hurt
Or the need to re-live the things I need to rehearse
I see reaction in the small creatures I nurse
And see the red as my patience reverse
In the same way I react to the perverse
And the answers that perplex me from her

I am a fool with the sweetness that she rejects
And the sweetness that I project

I have sensed that I must give up
And have seen how frivolous it is to give it up

I am sure I will not learn from this end
I will surely see her in a twin

If it’s not in the world I will go to sleep to
It will be in the world that will soon turn a new

You can say I am a sucker for words…
And actions and small gestures and love
And well  I am a sucker in other words

In the same way that I try to work on problems and solutions
In the same way I confuse and dilute any resolution

An awkward circle this little dance
I held a rose purely my intentional circumstance

I can go until this is long and convoluted
Still empty for the thought is eluded

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