Saturday, January 24, 2009


thought submerged in dream
with wreckage of a world lost
move towards the sun

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Alone I stand in
the misty swamp, but am
I really alone here?
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Quiet and calm, in
the misty visage of time,
we will remain strong!

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The Outback of Oz
Stood 'Murchadh the Sea Warrior'
This picture he took.

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steam the black logs first
drop into colander, drain,
add algae, and serve

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by the shore of styx
thru the mist comes the ferryman
distant harpies rail

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yo bubba, pass a brew
neep tide, nuthin gon' bite fa now
we'll catch 'limb fish' til it turnz

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Burnt stumps, water, fog,
An obscure sky says all,
Need I say anymore?

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Auspicious warm soup
maybe life crawls out again.
Get it right this time.

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Great dendritic gods
astride heaven and earth 'til
the water arrived

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Hot sun burning through
squalid mist and morning dew
as Wednesday warms

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Buried deep beneath
the swampy bottom, ancient
bones still lay sleeping

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Gray smoke and cinders,
This is really depressing
Where is my remote?

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through stone and darkness
the river moved in silence
over empty land

15 comments:

Skye said...

Alone I stand in
the misty swamp, but am
I really alone here?
___________________________

Quiet and calm, in
the misty visage of time,
we will remain strong!

Anonymous said...

Gray smoke and cinders,
This is really depressing
Where is my remote?

schutte

nobody said...

Oh! BTW - I was a bit dizzy and forgot to mention that this phote is of a lake in Australia (aargh, forget the name) taken by my good friend 'Murchadh the Sea Warrior'. (Hey matey, that nickname is you to a tee, don't you think? Ha ha ha ha) (Did I get the spelling right?)

Skye said...

The Outback of Oz
Stood 'Murchadh the Sea Warrior'
This picture he took.

*If there is an error in the spelling of the name, there's Nobody to blame*

nobody said...

Exactly!

nobody said...

Eucalypt ghosts,
trapped now as lonely naiads.
A curlew calls.

nobody said...

This is the sound,
the sound a firestorm makes,
when the rains break.


*apologies to The Pixies for butchering 'Hey'.

brian kennedy said...

steam the black logs first
drop into colander, drain,
add algae, and serve

kikz said...

by the shore of styx
thru the mist comes the ferryman
distant harpies rail

*******

yo bubba, pass a brew
neep tide, nuthin gon' bite fa now
we'll catch 'limb fish' til it turnz :)

nobody said...

Yay. I'm grooving on this one.

Skye said...

Burnt stumps, water, fog,
An obscure sky says all,
Need I say anymore?

brian kennedy said...

Auspicious warm soup
maybe life crawls out again.
Get it right this time.

susana said...

Brian -
Brilliant - maybe life gets it right this time.

Miraculix (Doug) said...

Great dendritic gods
astride heaven and earth 'til
the water arrived

...

Hot sun burning through
squalid mist and morning dew
as Wednesday warms

...

Buried deep beneath
the swampy bottom, ancient
bones still lay sleeping

john said...

thought submerged in dream
with wreckage of a world lost
move towards the sun