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Ester and Lily walked through the night, hoping they’ll have no halloween fright they danced to a house then pranced to the next sudenly BOO whent there big brother ted awww whent the girls huging whith fright next year we’ll get you for this halloween night.
mudlarksmile wants to tell stories
at the edge of the ocean, just the edges
and no more deeper,
we swam our skins out to sunburn our souls..
at the edge of the ocean, just the sides
and no more deeper,
we touch the softsand bed with our bruisedup toes..
from four in the afternoon, i untie-d my white shirt,
holding out a piece of my heart to a boy with a funky face,
not even she knew about..
at five i tasted the salty sea – almost forgot what it tasted like -
and it tasted like salty lassi when i’m feeling free..
we swamwalked to the other side, talking of
pagans and eagles and for some, it was life.
we looked and glanced -eyes at a trance;
was it full of hate? or wonder?
was it just a sentimental slumber of a chance where
once you leave on the slimpy saturday, i shall wish
i knew you more
and more than the days before…
more than our eyes can fall..
at the edge of the ocean, just the insides
but not deep enough, not deep enough
to hear you breathe—-
The happiness penetrated the scene.
It led my eyes to the rainbow sitting high.
Consumed me, feet first, and stopped at my heart-
it knew my mind wouldn’t agree.
The reality, was not real at all.
Dreams are fleeting.
Reality takes nothing into account.
The thought is flawed.
Momentum is ever the risk.
paisleypaige Non illegitimi te carborundum
The oval oak tree
on its sturdy legs
bore the weight of my elbows
and the telephone.
I am silent
my ice cream walls
melt; while
tourist carvings become daliesque.
In the dusk,
a shadow of my former self
danced to MTV.
The chair I am sitting on isn’t there.
Bewildered eyes watch,
as the underwater vase floats away,
and still you talk on.
One by one the cushions and sofa depart,
while the pine floor whispers back…
When did I hang up?
Do I understand
Or do I forget what you have just confessed.
Somewhere
I hear:
Did you ever love me?
mudlarksmile wants to tell stories
me, on top of the dying cliff
shedding one, each, strand of hair
leafing onto her hands
at the bottom of his kiss
Your name is written on the palm of my hand, along the tide of destiny you sail straight to my heart;
Close your eyes and search no more to ride on a wave to the ocean shore where whispering spirits will speed you to me through the rocky terrain of eternity.
Planets are but petals in the wind that offer no hindrance to the plight, so with cloud built sails of dignity, speed yourself to me through the centuries of a moment and lives that are but the echo of a whisper shattering the invisible walls of darkness and light:
Your name is written on the palm of my hand, along the tide of destiny you sail straight to my heart.
IcarusFlewTooHigh is being a poo head about Christmas
I am a blade of grass
Closing my eyes
And pretending to soar
In the evening wind
I hear footprints
I hear silent heartbeats
I hear sorrow
I hear joy
I hear the the past and the present
mudlarksmile wants to tell stories
i sought an apple for you to taste
sweet, like a brook on october’s day;
breaking in, a caterpillar grew
out from my heart
and inside of you
my fury grazed upon your neighbour’s grass:
wilt and pelter inside a glass cup;
stumble upon your dirty footsteps
i heard you thread,
i heard your soul said
you rather love the devil instead
and poetry and stories, we
do tell the world
i sigh because every morning
it is never an easy light
and since i banished you away
into soft green sprite,
we’ve never been the same again
mudlarksmile wants to tell stories
dipping toes into a golden stream;
not knowing what’s hidden beneath.
he plays with the dough, the clay
that colours his fingers, and so
we talk of our dreams and things
in bet-ween
we stroll to higher ground, looking
for the star where she laid crying;
for the truth is she left you and
you were the only one never belonging
-hold your head and hand, cupped into
in mine..
i want to know you and understand what
made you change your breaths and songs’
smiles, a million meanings, breaking into
story-tellings and merry-go-rounds;
twice, in the shade of the moon light where
you shall not weep
anymore
elbows and wishes and comfort
in a car, never being able to look behind
to tell you how far, how long
and when i shall set you my book of
lines and words of secrets, never
would i want to disappear, dissolve
into the universe..
but you and all, you are
the universe, yet broken,
fall-en. you are alone,
all adorned. all, never enough,
loud-spoken.



