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Post by lambda on Jan 12, 2014 20:38:48 GMT -6
When you're ten-thousand mics under the sea things get, interesting.
To Mr. Mojo Risin' the stage was island, Stranded on another planet's horizon. By Saturn's rings, I am a tiger; Rawr!
Bittersweet sadness, I miss that; The longing, the madness. But I ask this: Is context all that ever is? Yes, But there is more to life than it; *Living in Progress*, The purpose, subaqueous. Like waves lapping on temporal sand. So keep an adaptable mind at hand.
This is not a dance but motion occurs differently; Like sheets of silk, smooth yet trippy.
Acid burn, Liquid trance.
-λ
[References: -Line Four references L.A. Woman by The Doors (Jim Morrison) -Line Eight references Doctor Emmet Brown (Christopher Lloyd) from Back To The Future]
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Post by Fire Monkey on Jan 29, 2014 14:48:53 GMT -6
Nice - it has a bit of an old coffee house feel to it. Sort of a stream of thought.
Oh, and while I'm here - welcome. Sadly the forum is not very active these days - in fact this is my first time on the forum in months whereas I used to be on daily. I'm glad I had the chance to see your poem and I hope you have found some things worth reading in the many poems that are here.
I'm rather hoping that the board is going to start getting active again but if not - you can expect occasional visits from members and it will remain so it gives you a place to go when you want to read or post.
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