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Post by anirbas on May 9, 2007 10:43:23 GMT -6
infraredically dark years on end tightly wound emotionally, mentally and spiritually; spiraled inward, protectively curled... a fetus carried overterm in a womb drawing, shriveling and shrivening--a suffocatingly nascent buriel shroud--as wombs naturally do, when a fetus is carried past the due date... transmorgriphing from a vast, invisible ocean into the reality of a sand ridden and riddled desert...
i am...i am...an overgrown fetus carried overterm... fighting for survival from immenient suffocation from within... uncurling...unfurling...unspiraling...gaining contractural momentum for a full out, adrenalin powered, energy rush down the dark tunnel of the resonating unknown into the light shattered universe of something more...
yet another dimensional worldly womb of the unknown...
I shall embrace this future, arms, eyes, spirit, mind and heart thrown vastly, widely open-- a fawning, hysterical fan; a salaciously hungry groupie; a blithering, euphorically mindblown sycophant; a coke addict that just can't get enough of that unstepped on, "it's the good stuff, man"--that is how I shall embrace the overterm future to come and be, come what may...
like I can't get enough of it...
~*~
"Abandon ship or abandon hope." ~favorite line from the movie, Pirates of the Caribbean, Dead Man's Chest.
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Post by wistfuldragon on May 9, 2007 23:39:52 GMT -6
"Did no one come to save me just because they missed me?" Capt' Jack-@ WORLD'S END!
We are more then our surroundings have allowed us to be... So we shall set ourselves free... To be all the more we are...
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Post by anirbas on May 10, 2007 0:13:47 GMT -6
hehehehehehehegigglegiggle...Good one, Wist! Just cracked me up sideways with it! Oh, my stars, gotta love a swashbuckling pirate movie and we do, we do, we do, oui, mon ami? Can't wait to see World's End, but I bet I do...
"We are more then our surroundings have allowed us to be... So we shall set ourselves free... To be all the more we are..."
~Wistfuldragon.
I adore this soothing, uplifting epigramatical gem, Wist! I just do...Aye, "more we are..." ~*~
These chains have wound me up and wound me down... These screams emanating from my soul in surround sound decibels have deafened the pink matter amidships of my cranium... Banshee wails that have deadened my heart with their garrulous quails... It's time for the zombie to rise...From this coffinlid I'm ripping the nails... Gonna leave this land of the walking dead and unmitigated travails... Wing it with the eagles, coast the upwinds and fly with the angels...
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Post by wistfuldragon on May 10, 2007 0:25:21 GMT -6
"Why should I sail with any of you, four of you have tried to kill me in the past, one of you succeeded!" Its like that isnt lady...lol... Thanks m'Lady for the kudos on my wittle ditty...but must say yours tops mine a bit...lol... Just trying my best to give you a word hug...best I can do from the west coast...
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Post by anirbas on May 10, 2007 0:39:32 GMT -6
hahahahahahahahahahahahaha...oh, sheeshhhh...just fell out of the flight chair and into the floor on that one liner from World's End...And yes, it's like that...hehehehe...still giggling...
and you're very welcome...that wittle ditty, soothed me, set me to grinning and then sent me off writing on a tangent...ggglggl...and NOT...mine does not top yours...it's just more longwinded...*t-he*...loving your word hug and word hugging you back, as best I can from... where am I at? oh, yes...World's End....................................ggglggglggglggglggglgggl...
sandman is here to escort me to the land of nods, sweets...isotired...sweet dreams, nightienight, doncha let the bedbugs bite, unless they look like...hmmmmm...who is it you think is hhhhhhhot? X'tian Bale? i shall send bedbugs to you in the likeness of X'tian...t-he... seriously about to catch me some zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz's
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Post by brandnewmessiah on May 10, 2007 8:35:19 GMT -6
i am...i am...an overgrown fetus carried overterm... fighting for survival from immenient suffocation from within... uncurling...unfurling...unspiraling...gaining contractural momentum for a full out, adrenalin powered, energy rush down the dark tunnel of the resonating unknown into the light shattered universe of something more... WOW Anir, This whole poem but especially this line really pierced into my mind. The suffocation of living sometimes overtakes us so much that our own birth resembles a curse. Damn, you are slamming back with this one! Loved it! ~ BNM
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Post by anirbas on May 10, 2007 9:18:06 GMT -6
Thanks millions, Messiah! Cackled at the slamming back phrase, as I'm sort of into that about to be slammed into the birth canal mode in my head... "Abandon ship or abandon hope", is truly my motto of the moment...LOL...Along with the Serenity Prayer..."Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and the wisdom to know the difference. Amen"
LOL...The things that keep a stressed mind hanging in there...Anir.
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