Whirling Dervish

That was cool!

Tiny green-eyed kitten camoflaged by stripes and spots and colors of the elements. Asleep beneath my chin soft purr against my skin. A small ribbon held a bell 'round her neck to warn big crushing feet. I even tied a balloon to her once but it wasn't there for long. Green-eyed cat now naps in the middle of the street. A muck bucket was once her home when we were too long gone. Fearlessly she leapt too far for any kitten. Now running straight up and straight down To heights of fifty feet I swear in cypress trees so tall grown in a swamp where many critters lurk unafraid of snakes and 'gators For scarred table legs and doorframes prove keenly sharpened claws She meows and talks and growls and barks better than any dog Straddles railings 30 feet above the hard cement She's big ole' green-eyed cat today Camoflaged by stripes and spots and colors of the elements.

Nothin' to debate here RevRB. You're awesome.

Sorry about your loss, Blackthorn.

I think spirituality can only be measured in amounts of freedom.

I can guess who the actors are by the sound of their voice. I'm a movie freak. I also do great impersonations.

Qryos is way to cool that way. She breaks my brain.

MMMMMMMHMMMMMMMMM go everywhere, baby.

Oh man... that is great!

I liked it too.

That was more like R-etards A-ttempting P-oety.

Brilliant!

I liked it the first time...

I follow the thoughts I have that lead me into the freedom from sacrifice and death... because they are good.

But I must stop for now or my poems will get corny for I find no more words to rhyme well with horny This pie is a goody it's making me cry I wish I could share it it's better than woody.

Encore! Encore! The crowd raised it's roar I would if I could but I've ran out of words I don't have any more... My Attention span wanes and to be a great poet I'd have know more than I do at this moment I"ll leave it to the rest who have lived more than I for their wisdom is greater while just for now I'd rather eat pie.

It's truly quite marvelous to know only play can get all your monsters out of the way freeing them from their prisons within Locked in silence & shame bound with heavy chains a thousand years in shrouded in darkness as laughter breaks locks chains rust and fall monsters slowly come forth naked and small The monster box rocks!

I agree... wow and I like it.

I thought about all the monsters that roam in my mind...

to all!

... also displaced again and again right here in some instances. I'm sure without any hope of gaining a sovereign nation within this one either. I can see why some choose to keep themselves separate. It's survival.

As the beast poured forth his words by craft in lieu of pulling them out of his ass His mind boiled and seethed within as he spun in circles visions spiraled out from his core where they lay coiled Now sprung in wondrous release He drew them and slew them Tasting first blood he wanted more for usually roiled he had found a great peace.

hey, I was a poet and didn't even know it! You inspire me Qryos! slinging thoughts like mud messy and random only yourself to go one on one with Pounding then soothing emotions locked therein filthy and dirty all squeaky clean again

It would be cool to test your theory... somewhere... but not near me...

Don't think much of dying rather dream of flying If I go south and if I'm remembered It may be for obscenities spewn from my mouth or how my body betrays me with twitches and tics. If I seem inconsiderate should I worry my head about what is said of the dead? I'm too young to drink Nothing to calm me I'm too quick to think medication won't work so if I seem like a jerk you can call it a curse or a lesson well learned but tell me how was it earned? ~TV~