Qryos

~ That's lovely Wayne! Thank you for sharing that.

~ Thank you everyone! I'm not suicidal or anything. It's just some stuff slips out sometimes, y'know? Sorry if I upset anyone. ~ Thank you Wayne

~ Dark and deep and slowly flowing as tar from a wound my thoughts are lost I wonder if I've been heard as I disintegrate my life degrades I wander toward a soft death quiet as a shadow my life is lost

~ That's one thing about poetry, is it does lend itself to individual interpretation, huh?

~ You write from your heart. Nothing better than that!

~ Hmmm... Depression does at times insist on being poetic, huh?

~ I enjoyed the Shakesperean flow! A nicely done call to a love song's inspiration

~ Hello & Welcome Henri! {That can be whatever drink ya want... } The Scriptures speak of love, yes, to place it in human terms. But is God truly understandable within those confinements? I wonder about that.

Just a day... Like any other it started sleepy and a bit grumpy, face mushed and hair lumpy, Just a day. A swift cup of coffee & a rushed meal out the door, not expecting anything more, Just a day. The bus being late again and of course it had to rain, another cause for being late again, Just a day. Arriving soggy with no good excuses remaining, listen to the boss complaining, Just a day. Then on the elevator a scent of a reason to be alive, a simple reason to survive, Pizza! Just a day...

~ That was beautiful Rainbow! Wonderfully done!!!

~ Thank you all!

~ True, we are confined by 5 simple senses. We may strive to create sensors to understand what we can't physically know, but they are basically ways to enhance what we already have. To actually know reality beyond what we are capable of comprehending... Well, maybe before birth &/or after death, don't know.

~ That's true. That old "Am I a man dreaming I am a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming I am a man?" I've dreamt I was asleep dreaming of being awake {I think... I get confused sometimes } I finally realised that whatever reality or not I may be in I've just got to treat it as real. Because that moment is. I could be in a coma somewhere living a totally imaginary life {yeah, yeah, shades of 'Matrix' & hundreds of other sci-fi stories} it still would be my reality, wouldn't it? It would be an extremely elaborate construct, don't know as I'm smart enough to craft such. Or each moment could just create the illusion that the past has happened... Y'know, I'm probably gonna have odd dreams tonight!

The colors fall into a depth beyond that place I seek perhaps what I once saw Clearly Misty shadows disguise any reason To find that space that once created broken Golden leaves on dark water To fall and fall and fall to a dream

~ It's a quote by Albert Einstein... "Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a persistent one." Now I think that an interesting thought! What think you on that thought?

Scattered from my fingers, just splinters from my mind... My heart whispers !Here! Seek and find a meaning somewhere somehow someway o.k. Words envelope the strings- the hope that sings the fear that stings the ineptitude that zings with such a splat! ... the despair... I don't care! My soul's flat and gingerly gone aleing. It's all dimissive, the message in this missive! <postage due>

~ WoW!!! You all are ready to rise to a challenge, huh? Such neat stuff... It's a joy to read them all. Thank you!

~ Hon, you get triple points for single sentence usage! & it makes sense & it's pretty. {I definately gotta make this stuff tougher, huh?}

~ Humph... Autumn's golden light Slanted through dusty blinds Falls upon this quiet

~ Yep, another challenge Hey, if it gets ya practicing & flexing your wonderful artistry, I'm gonna annoy! Use any variation of the following words; windowsill tuft develop stifle purple ... I know, they're awful That's why it's a challenge, y'know? {I just think of obnoxious words that don't seem connected. It's to stretch you. Doesn't mean I gotta! It's your challenge...}

~ Why-for such? {Jeesh... Every time I see that thing I feel like, I don't know, pointed-out for 'Claire must be nice!' or something. Maybe that's why Murph put it there... To help me control my periodic bouts of snarky grrrowling? }

~ Why sorry? No reason for a sorry!

~ My husband? He has brown eyes actually. & that's certainly not about him! I wrote that for a friend that finally released herself from a relationship that was seductively confining.

The light in your eyes suddenly shifting Gives a warning but I never know why Perhaps your love is deeper or drifting Or the waves have drawn out and left me dry Deeply brilliant cobalt understanding Reaches deep in my soul to leave a sigh Yet this distant hazy blue means stranding My heart craning in rhythm as I cry I find myself in your eyes beseaching Those azure depths to lift me as I fly But ice-sharp blues cut hard as I'm reaching To find that only myself takes me high So diving into sunrise uplifting My soul caught golden and light as am I Finally released from your blue drifting Now in my own eyes my own wings will try

~ That's sorta snotty isn't it? No one has to pay to play in this sandbox that someone else does pay for. The people that try to keep it a nice sandbox are called names? You can call me a coward, I usually am. I often flee from conflict. I know myself. But to lable every 'they' that operates here? You owe an apology Phil... That wasn't nice & you should say 'Sorry."