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boohoo [we-all-do] soup

and the wind cries...marry
when the Self yokes with itSelf,
sigh high in the sky; shivering:
in the spine, drenched in water
fueling the fire, cool and fine.
nothing as redundant as the fact,
a dream relentlessly haunting
even those very much awake.
fake it, believe it, or know it;
the choice is yours.

written 12/__/08
@ http://poetrycritical.net/read/52548/

thanks, AlchemiA.
: )

27 Dec 08

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lol -- the title titivates the tale and the wind in sigh'd avails a shivering up the spine -- thanks for your verse-homage fractaliscious -- your word genie brings out something new from something old always with a fractal wit writ in it
 — AlchemiA

lay down, she blows hard, this Sharki-Haboob
making current up the spinal tree
from Afghan deserts to the inside of me
in sigh'd to all of our enemies
who loved
    lived and died by their winds
where they were blown out to a farther sea

let go, know, believe I am farther
where all the dead sing as Angels in fire
   sleep so, watching over you

some come from beside your bed
when a wind seeks them out for tears
to shed, for the ocean needs them
don't believe me, my tears
lose yourself in yours

the west wind has come againand we're off to see the wizard.
 — unknown

thanks a lot, AlchemiA.

please keep writing.
: )
 — fractalcore

we always have a choice..
And the most important thing is - not be redundant while writing poetry.
I htink this is wonderfully succint...
 — unknown

well, that's quite a succinct
thing to say as well, ivana.

thanks for stopping by.

btw, do you have your own poetry
to share with us?

: )
 — fractalcore

when Itself collars with Itself,  
sigh highly in the sky; chatter  
on a back ridge, rustle water  
on a limb, feed fire
be cooled-- all so fine!  
Anything so superfluous as the fract;  
as a kind stiffy
or a dream steadily and often visiting  
those very nasal and wakeful  
watch for it
as the wind cries...
forge, trust, or know it;  
your choice-
I'm gonna kill your fuckin toucan.
 — unknown

nice riff right there, unky.

a riff off, hehe.
: )
 — fractalcore

and don't you ever mess with
my fuckin' snorin' toucan!

; )
 — fractalcore

mm yes I was gripped, the self indulgent vanity, the cruel pointlessness, the lack of humanity.. what do you do for an encore?  laugh at third world countries?
 — unknown

I would very much like to know more about this piece if the author is willing...?  I enjoyed reading it but feel I lack some understanding of its meaning.  
 — sybarite

ey unky,

sorry for the late reply.
no, pretty far from making fun of that world.
and you very well know we have a very
self-indulgent nature, yes?

don't be ridiculous; i can see you laughing at
yourself which is a really fine attitude.

we are the biggest joke.
: )
 — fractalcore

thanks for gracing this page, sybarite.

did you see unk's own rendition of this post?
he got most of it 'cept for why he's laughing
at himself now.

he likes doing it anyway.
: )
 — fractalcore

oh thank god i didn't wake your toucan.
by the way,
that was me, riffing you off. ;)
 — jenakajoffer

so you were it -- the 'funky unky'.

'twas a gneiss thing,
twat ewe did.

my toucan's got a name.
he'll tell ewe twat eat ease if you ask 'it'.

; )
 — fractalcore

er, him...

: )
 — fractalcore