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SImplistic thoughts and Dreams
Contributed by
brew
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Thursday, 6th March 2008 @ 01:27:44 PM in AEST
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Drifting
Falling
Yearning
Trying
What can one do,... but Dream...
Its all we yearn for and more
Copyright ©
brew
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2008-03-06 13:27:44]
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Re: SImplistic thoughts and Dreams
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 12th March 2008 @ 01:46:16 PM AEST
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How unique, still such fragile simplicity in all
you write, lovely work dana . . .
Ben |
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Re: SImplistic thoughts and Dreams
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 15th March 2008 @ 01:41:12 PM AEST
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Dayna, there is a delicateness in all you write, but this
one in particular is especially soft.
From the four seemingly small, yet magnanimous in meaning,
words, to the two enormous thoughts posted below, this
poem SCREAMS of longing straight from the wistful heart.
Beautifully done, hun. Hope all is well. ^_^
*hugs and more hugs*
~Breezy |
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Re: SImplistic thoughts and Dreams
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by Spike on
Tuesday, 1st April 2008 @ 11:07:02 PM AEST
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brew, a lovely, lovely poem.
Ethereal and intimate, a lighter than air write on the buffeting of our hearts by the currents of circumstance, waiting for landfall.
Spike |
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Re: SImplistic thoughts and Dreams
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 27th April 2008 @ 09:03:45 AM AEST
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The Ghost Alarms take a trip to the ocean. We remove our robes and put on rubber pants. One of us must be eating out of turn many times for he does not look as good as the rest of us in a rubber pant. We will conduct further investigation before we determine his execution after all it can always be a medical problem, and our pet bee teacher Sir Stings A Lot seems to be fond of this Chub Alarm.
As we approach a rocky cliff that hangs over the ocean we turn our backs simultaneously to the edge and fall back FALLING. Once we hit the ocean the sting has us YEARNING for ease. Eventually we rise to the top and float DRIFTING to sea, but before we become shark bait we begin TRYING to swim in order to reach shore. Then we realize that Ghost Alarms do not know how to swim. Why would we? We do not go to the ocean or the lake or the swimming pool. This is a tragedy and a shark named Big Toothed Bast*rd is just sitting in the middle of the ocean with his mouth open waiting for us to flow into it. One Ghost Alarm is eaten. Big Toothed Bast*rd claims a Ghost Alarm tastes like chicken. Soon Skeletal Jack shows up in a boat with a propane tank and a gun. He throws the propane tank in the mouth of Big Toothed Bast*rd and then aims his shotgun. Skeletal Jack says "smile you son of a *****!" then shoots Big Toothed Bast*rd blowing him up. we are covered in shark guts which makes Skeletal Jack laugh. His jaw unhinges and falls overboard to the ocean floor. This is a tragedy because nobody can swin down there to get it back. A baby shark comes to the surface with the jaw in his mouth and hands it to Jack. Jack puts his jaw back and thanks the shark. The shark then says "My name is Amelio Montoya you just killed my father and one day I will become a land shark. On that day I will hunt you down at your bakery and make bone pies out of you".
What a day, what a weird experiment. The point is it is better to dream than to fall in the ocean, drift, yearn, and try. Dreaming is a much safer and important place. Just ask the mark of a kid shark....Skeletal Jack!
A short but very to the point message. We love this. That is a lot of love for we are many.
May a baby shark named Amelio Montoya show up in a basket on your porch with a note from Big Toothed Bast*rd saying something about making three bad sequels. |
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