The Beautiful VoidI saw another world last night, with beauty which made me cry.The Beautiful Void2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Every sound and smell and sight I saw, too perfect to deny.
Melting honey, warming rain, paper sunshine and singing clouds.
Standing alone but never lonely, no fear of angry crowds.
I sat beneath the swaying trees and laughed with sunny stars,
hearing wordless words around and watching flying cars.
Soldiers hold no weapons here but forever hold their wives.
In this world there is no war and everybody thrives.
I asked the faceless Father "Wherever could we be?"
He smiled at me and answered "In perfect harmony.
Where all are equal and none shall fear, where every child is
sporadic and homespunsporadic and homespunsporadic and homespun9 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
nomadic and lonesome
a secular vision
all thoughts are my own
a secular vision
a secular vision
nomadic and homespun
our thoughts are my own
our thoughts are my own now
my thoughts are now yours
as in ours for the taking
sporadic and homespun
a secular vision
a secular vis
Homespun HurtSpinning, falling, laying down,Homespun Hurt7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My heart unfurled upon the ground.
Letting go, It all comes back,
history, memories, things from my past.
Life is hard or so they say,
although I cannot tell you whom,
yet like sheep, better still donkeys, I hear them bray,
As they follow those that care not.
As they follow to their doom.
A thoughtless herd, society,
or so it is in my mind.
Caring for only one thing:
Themselves, time after time.
Me, I lust after something more,
I lust, I do indeed.
I hope and pray, that one day,
My soul shall ever be freed.
Until that day, that day of blessed release,
It seems I remain bound here.
homespun or homosapien?kickballs and mints and mincehomespun or homosapien?6 years ago in Open More Like This
mice meets might
it's all nice on ice all right?
but don't slight me
im always most modest about my mouser
for trouser's sake
homespun or homosapien?
up my blouse, please
or just take it all off, justesse
but dont take off
until youre firmly seated inside all passenger planes
it's plain geometry, man
giggles my faceplant's fancy
quick, ride the bagel
bye bye, special spacial
space skull's simmering wild
summers childsummers child10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
catnip and lilacs
sour little strawberries
the same sunburned red
of our summer skins
hiding out behind the gate
in tall grasses
little kittlings pounced on
earthworms and grasshoppers
sunflowers and garden stones
honeysuckle scaling heat
to bind imaginary lions back from
leaping off the balcony
old burlab sacks on yucca
rope swings, reaching up,
embraced climbing trees
and we pretended at croquet
sprinklers and sparklers
where whispered words led to
because always waiting were
those patient darknesses
and there, cobwebs under the eves
soft and sticky spiderwebs
Cypress TreesIf Cypress trees have Cypress kneesCypress Trees6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Why should they stay? They'd run away
And leave their lonely swamps behind,
And see what walking trees can find.
They'd plant themselves in a happier place
Where they can see a smiling face.
And if trees walked and I could see
Maybe they could carry me.
Sanitythis, although not capturing the right amount of its subject, is one of my favorite of the poems i've written. I was thinking of rewriting it, but it ended up more as a totally separate poem that would have the same name. i did with this as i do with many of my other poems. i sit and i write, eventually forgetting the subject and just writing what comes to mind. so my poems flow, but not the right way. the flow in the crazed set of my mind maybe, but a lot of times my poems make no sense to other people. they're good poems, but they drift. thats just how my mind works. you can tell its a poem i really mean if im drifting to other thinSanity9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
HomespunI never thought I'd feel like thisHomespun5 years ago in Other More Like This
At my age. I thought by this time I'd be
truthful and tactful,
Occupied by things like ungrammatical sentences
and barbarous, unpolished writing.
Instead of that it's like childhood again,
imagination flashes though my flesh as it did then,
Leaving me frivolous and depraved and wondering
What happens next? Will people think I'm eccentric
with my hair engineered and salvaged, though craftily obtuse
Why can't I reconcile myself to proper behaviour
And dance more becoming to my age?
My mother did, and lived in celibacy
Or did she? I can't believe she ever felt
As I do now, but how would I know rea
HomespunChildhood memories breeze byHomespun2 years ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
The nostalgic taste of tantrums & tragedies landing on my tongue
I breathe in the scent of dust and laundry soap
Bathing in the familiar smell
Pressing my hands on the fogged up bathroom mirror
Remembering desperate attempts to see my face in the high-hung piece of glass
Fond smile at jammed rooms
Full of toys & clothes & half-dreamed hopes
The paintings I never knew the name of-
Yet they still lined my wall beside hand cut pictures of favored animated characters
Sweet light peering through the window, the one that always hit my face just so and abruptly ended my slumber
Bouncing on an old mattress wher
Homespun TreasureThe moonlight from that night liesHomespun Treasure9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In my pocket cradled between
The warm silken softness of your skin
And the gentle scratch of the blanket,
Surrounded by a potpourri of
Musk and dust and oaken floorboards,
Wrapped in a bag of midnight sky,
And tied with a ribbon of laughter.
Homespun: Chapter I He was born on the 5th of March in Akron, Ohio. He was a big baby and came turned around, greeting the world feet first, flushed out by a rush of blood that took his mama up to heaven. No one knew his daddy—it was a secret his mama always said she'd take to the grave, although she had no intention of doing so—fate, it seems, kept her a truthful woman.Homespun: Chapter I6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
So the infant went to live with his auntie, who was actually his grandma's sister, and his only living relative. Auntie, grieving the death of her last and favorite niece, name the infant Hope Les Lestwick. The latter was her last name, since it was her intention at the time that baby Hope ne
TOON - TWF Ch. 1Cartoon Series:TOON - TWF Ch. 12 years ago in Settings More Like This
Tooniversal Wrestling Federation
Disclaimers and Acknowledgements
The TOON Role Playing Game and its system is the property of Steve Jackson Games, Greg Costikyan and Warren Spector. The chief inspirations for this Cartoon Series were the Cartoon Series Toon-Fu (by Tony Lee) and the Feature Film Wrassle Hassle (by Jeff Koke, Steve Jackson, and Tammey Reed.) Additional inspiration provided by the various professional wrestling programs I enjoy, including World Wrestling Entertainment and Total Nonstop Action. Any resemblance to any existing wrestlers is more than likely intentio
Phises V: A Starless NightPhises V: A Starless Night7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
DISTANCE FROM CORE – 42,1246 LY
PRIMARY STAR – Phises, Light Yellow Star
NUMBER OF PLANETS – 8
ASTEROID BELTS – 3, One after the third planet, one orbiting the fifth planet, one after the Seventh planet.
Phises at a Glance:
Phises – type Light Yellow, surface temp 6000ēK
Phises I – Closest planet to Phises (0.5 AU).
Phises II – The extreme heat on this planet has produced a uniquely resistant metal called Tefadon. Extreamly usefull in ship design and, due to it's closeness to the sun, very hard to harvest. (1.2 AU) Phises III – It is believed that Phises IV was a rogue asteroid at one point before it was capt