Boats or Goats are No Antidotes;
Coats and Notes win the Votes;
Internalities Externalities, and rhyming Trivialities;
Strong Breeze, flock of Geese and stinging Honey Bees.
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Groggy, soggy but a kissable froggy;
Hoggy, waggy but a cute doggy;
Lost aboard the magnificent ark;
All but bark and croak, and croak and bark.
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...numbness and an empty bowl;
darkness drawn with charcoal;
blistered and battle worn soul;
aimless and without a goal...
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Lyrics limericks and mossy sauce;
Cider spider and glossy boss;
Rattle battle and lone drone;
Shrewd rude and a prone grown!
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Rhyme so small, its claustrophobic;
Answers long to questions rhetoric;
No choices, then facts are soporific;
terrific sick, highly painfully, toxic!
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Rhyme easy;
Nothing dizzy;
Bubbly fizzy;
small n teasy!
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Rings and bells some old some new;
Changing refreshing thoughts and views;
Useless rhymes I don't think and write to,
Wish a happy new years to you!
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Someone had describe these as 'Distorted Art' on my Facebook. Status messages from Dec 2009.
This line sums it up really well:
'Nothing takes the past away like the future. - Madonna'
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Of Happiness
We keep waiting. For Happiness. Waiting and Waiting. Reading books and realizing that those are not the voices that you want to hear. Searching for it around in the trees with leaves that are in various colours of green. Trying to understand the wind and its whispers. Going beyond the feeling that life itself could be a placebo-offering.
Waiting…
Looking at the sky and trying to figure out the myriad shapes that the clouds offer. The shades that dance around the tendrils of the clouds in response to the music played by the sun. On seeing the pigeon and imagining it eat the clouds for you. Realizing that setting up an order in the chaos is simple, following it is difficult.
Trying to paint sense on words that don’t make sense at all.
Waiting…
Being afraid of the purple door. The purple part being the scary part. Smiling at your folly. Mistaking a smile for happiness.
Paramananda. Ultimate pursuit.
Anand. Minor target.
Happiness, realizing that Anand is made up of an indefinite article and a coordinating conjunction.
Waiting…
Looking at the sky and trying to figure out the myriad shapes that the clouds offer. The shades that dance around the tendrils of the clouds in response to the music played by the sun. On seeing the pigeon and imagining it eat the clouds for you. Realizing that setting up an order in the chaos is simple, following it is difficult.
Trying to paint sense on words that don’t make sense at all.
Waiting…
Being afraid of the purple door. The purple part being the scary part. Smiling at your folly. Mistaking a smile for happiness.
Paramananda. Ultimate pursuit.
Anand. Minor target.
Happiness, realizing that Anand is made up of an indefinite article and a coordinating conjunction.
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