Month: May 2016

Epoch Reverie

~ Crispy 
~°~
Day and night
A flight of fancy
Fey unfolding rays in dancing pirouettes chanting

Standing on this gusting cliffside, trusting
Watching all the silhouettes
of paper homes in minuets along the rivers gusting
Shivers

Rain delivers pained relief
as stains pour off in painted rivers
Deltas at my feet

Standing crystal
Just a view
Landing true a guided misfall granting what I new

This cosmic sun setting soon
Letting way a mystic moon
May this day's intrinsic tune untumble into dancing

Oh may I might so soon insight
Another flight of fancy

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Sillanthropy

~ Crispy 
To be sully is silly
But to be silly's never sully

And if you sally forth in dilly-dally dailies dully
The hilly helly hullies spilling out your skilly skully
Will dilly-dally silly sully sally-forthing tilly tallies
Till your skilly scatter-skully wilts in nilly nullies

And even as the sully notions rise up to the surface
We see the silly words that really rally them to purpose

And if we sally fifth in seeing all the silly things we're being
Really seeing what we're freeing
--newly nowly knowing

It seems to us really
That it's life that's so silly
So why not just go with the flowing?
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Shellscape

~ Crispy
In all that is
that pours this sizzling
egg of life that fries in grizzly
scrambles, rambling up the hills
to  free  the  yolk  of  all  that  ills
not knowing that the shell’s been
 ~ Cracked ~
There simply is no going back:
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
His insides are leaking all over the wall
We can put him together like there wasn’t a scratch
But gone are the chances he’s going to hatch
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Gone Anon

~ Crispy

For every poor and sorry soul
A spirit soars and sighs
For every sea whose shore unfolds
A new horizon dies

And as the mountains spew their flames
And as the fountains sparkle dew
Our rising breaths are just the same
As torrents ripping through

Here comes the shadow, traced in light
And lost in lover’s scorn
There goes the times that never, might, and ever be reborn

So short this life and long the days
Where madness sings to saner ways
And sadness brings the gladdest gaze
The eyes will never see

So on and gone and shone anon along the winding way
To bay the moons of summer noons
To sway that starlight day

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