nice Chris!
i like the whole, I wish I could listen line too
"So many vows. They make you swear and swear. Defend the King, obey the King, obey your father, protect the innocent, defend the weak. But what if your father despises the King? What if the King massacres the innocent? It's too much. No matter what you do, you're forsaking one vow or another."
Thanks folks. After seeing it sober, I am not as disappointed as I expected. Actually, I kind of like it. Perhaps I should write while drunk more often.
There's one hole in every revolution, large or small. And it's one word long.. people. No matter how big the idea they all stand under, people are small and weak and cheap and frightened. It's people that kill every revolution.
perhaps.
well, it's thursday, who does the next 3 words?
"So many vows. They make you swear and swear. Defend the King, obey the King, obey your father, protect the innocent, defend the weak. But what if your father despises the King? What if the King massacres the innocent? It's too much. No matter what you do, you're forsaking one vow or another."
I don't think the words have to be switched on Thursdays in this thread, let's just do new words when the old ones are exhausted.
Anyhow, here are 3 new words...
isolate
platinum
slick
Buddy, you think you look strong? You’re wearing a cape.
come on! these words suck!
ok, here goes
palms slick with sweat
brow furrowed
her tongue out
heavy in concentration.
The most important thing ever
she must get it right.
platinum plus is the motto
best of the best
how to isolate the purity?
then I step in,
and help my niece
traces the edges while coloring.
"So many vows. They make you swear and swear. Defend the King, obey the King, obey your father, protect the innocent, defend the weak. But what if your father despises the King? What if the King massacres the innocent? It's too much. No matter what you do, you're forsaking one vow or another."
just trying to make it a challenge, John!
Good job, BTW!
Buddy, you think you look strong? You’re wearing a cape.
ty, it is a challenge, too!
"So many vows. They make you swear and swear. Defend the King, obey the King, obey your father, protect the innocent, defend the weak. But what if your father despises the King? What if the King massacres the innocent? It's too much. No matter what you do, you're forsaking one vow or another."
That was great JB - I could picture that scenario totally, just replacing my daughter with your niece
Movements so precise they are slick,
Platinum blonde, heels hitting the sidewalk with an audible click.
Friday night, a predator's feast,
Each man and woman a painted beast.
She spies her prey, moves in for the kill,
He tries not to turn, but his eyes betray him drinking their fill.
She can isolate each single thought,
In her web, entirely caught.
Er...a bit shabby, but I guess I'll stick with it
nice, but she was checking me out, not the other way around!.
thanks, my niece would always ask me for help with coloring and stickers and stuff like that. Good memories.
"So many vows. They make you swear and swear. Defend the King, obey the King, obey your father, protect the innocent, defend the weak. But what if your father despises the King? What if the King massacres the innocent? It's too much. No matter what you do, you're forsaking one vow or another."
Nice work, guys. I'm not sure what I am going to be able to do with these words, but I am fearing that it won't be as good as these two.
John, your poem is very warming, and easily pictured. I wasn't sure where you were going with poem, and it was a pleasant surprise.
DarkThoughts, I see how you picked your name.
But I kid. I enjoyed your poem. I especially liked the line, "Each man and woman a painted beast." I like how it shows the similarities of humans and animas, and how we all have our own mating rituals.
"Help me out here
All my words are falling short
And there's so much I want to say"
thanks, dude.
"So many vows. They make you swear and swear. Defend the King, obey the King, obey your father, protect the innocent, defend the weak. But what if your father despises the King? What if the King massacres the innocent? It's too much. No matter what you do, you're forsaking one vow or another."
Heheh, thank you
Seriously, I went to a club with my youngest sister recently and it all seemed so obvious, despite the fact that everyone thinks they're being subtle and sly when they're on the pull! I'm quite happy dressing down and drinking a few beers with the old farts in my village these days.
Isolate the memories
Follow the paths, 'round they go
Sentences with no ends, fragmented beyond understanding
Dig thru the ashes of these mysteries
Shadows, black as an oil slick
Choking the hope out of the situation
Dispersing fog clear the way
replaced in mere moments
A cruel trick
The truths blinding as a platinum sun
Lost in message, unclear of the next step
Housing delusions, the scarring patterns
The beginning behind us, the end on the run
"Help me out here
All my words are falling short
And there's so much I want to say"
A Motion In Vulgar English
As the slow churning of the slow platinum blond
Implied a sick sort of revolving
My insides turned over multiple times slowly
Deadly, soft, and slick as a fish's body.
A thread as fine as protons bonded and unbonded
Within my ears a ring pierced all that was around.
I locked myself in a bathroom.
I needed to isolate myself from the feeling of emptiness
Compounded with a full feeling akin to
Drinking too many beers.
My favorite bands can kick your favorite bands' asses.
The horizon is right and motionless like the EKG of a dying woman.
nice! I likey!
OK... new words...
twilight
scarlet
pulse
Buddy, you think you look strong? You’re wearing a cape.
Business Suit Looks
Pusillanimous business suit
Observed the twilight, astute.
As the optical receptors took note
Of the slow stars bobbing like boats,
Faint pulse moving in and out.
Suit stood up, opened mouth to shout:
"Why am I alive?!?
What is my reason to strive?!??"
Its eyes now a bloodshot scarlet,
Suit retired to be a product harlot.
My favorite bands can kick your favorite bands' asses.
The horizon is right and motionless like the EKG of a dying woman.
Nice work, Fruno. A life-style crisis moment, if I ever read one. The feeling of emptiness and confusion were nicely addressed in the short amount of time.
My favourite line is: "Of the slow stars bobbing like boats."
"Help me out here
All my words are falling short
And there's so much I want to say"
Thank you, Nameless. Even though I'm sure it's cliche as hell, I draw upon my own struggles with identity and (especially) depression to get the right tone.
My favorite bands can kick your favorite bands' asses.
The horizon is right and motionless like the EKG of a dying woman.
Pretty short, but it is what I could come up with.
I have been chasing stars while the dawn ticked away.
Scarlet tinged horizon announces the changing of hours.
Swiftly I leap for the sun to escape the twilight.
Falling out of sight, only to be swallowed by the night.
Feeling through shadows, following a sound, the hour's pulse.
Going along I spot my star, continuing to chase it into the new day.
"Help me out here
All my words are falling short
And there's so much I want to say"
OK... let's go for these... how about some silliness?
mellow
yellow
jello
Buddy, you think you look strong? You’re wearing a cape.
Farragut Avenue
Spluttering words that are fur.
Vapor exits the tubes and
In an almost disarmingly
Mellow gait.
Condensation gathers
Pooling and puddling
On teeth stained so yellow.
From years of abuse:
Tobacco, stress, coffee.
Sparks fly from off the road.
A car crash happens to the left now,
And cars crumple accordions.
Bodies line a small area,
Insides turned into jello
That has been chopped by a fork.
Fate counts off.
My favorite bands can kick your favorite bands' asses.
The horizon is right and motionless like the EKG of a dying woman.
alone
fly
scars
Buddy, you think you look strong? You’re wearing a cape.
Port au Prince to Santa Monica
Walking by the beach
The sand reeks of desire.
Sky the color of a peach,
And I feel myself perspire.
As I stumble along in the dark
Alone and in look of love,
The water transmogrifies a green so dark
And a seagull takes off to fly above.
Oh I Oh I Oh I Oh I Oh I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
KNOW!
Gentle caresses and the tune
Lady Gaylord flitters through my head.
Flit on! Soon the day will be dead!
O morning come and stay
O night be banished to day!
As the boat cuts a scar in the water,
So goes that seagull farther and farther.
O daylight transform to night!
O moon be the antithesis of sun!
O planet revolve and turnstile lonely!
O universe, dark matter and light expand!
O I Oh I O I OH I!!
I aye I!
My favorite bands can kick your favorite bands' asses.
The horizon is right and motionless like the EKG of a dying woman.
cool, fruno!
Buddy, you think you look strong? You’re wearing a cape.