amnesia parte 8thomas se paso todo el dia y noche, siguiendo el consejo que al pareser se lo dio el abuelo doof(accidentalmente)ferb: hijo a comer...te pasaste toda la noche asiendo...thomas: es...una sorpresa papaferb: hijo te veo mas animado, bueno despues de lo que susediothomas: bueno papa el abuelo doof por primera ves me dijo algo sabioa lo lejos se sintio que gritaron>thomas: lo siento!!!_grito thomas_ papa enseguida subo...ferb: esta bien hijo__________ con marie lo que paso anoche__________marie: papa yo amo a thomas al igual que tu amas a mamaphineas: hija...tu de verdad amas a thomas o solo..._lo nterumpio mariemarie: papa al ver a thomas me doy cuenta de que lo amo no se como lo se solo lo sientophineas:aa.._suspiro_ bueno si lo amas de verdad creo que te debo una disculpamarie: te perdono papa pero al que deberias disculparte es a thomasphineas: a! por cierto marie tu le decias thomy a thomas_ riendose sabiendo que a thom le molestaba que lo llamase asi_marie: thomy...me g
Eclipse: Moon and SunHe comes close to him; drawn to his edgeHe pulls him in with gravity, lovely passion,In moment, they’d embrace each other,Come, come, and in other words make love,They will make love across the sky!Oh what sweet love-once in a few times-His warmth would fill the coldness in his mind-Oh how great!-Eight minutes or so of love!Hot, hot, hot flames burned him now;Very hot flames burned his cold,Front- and his front must have felt-Freezing to his hot rods that coiled around him no,In this is paradise! Eight minutes or so;Time- the cruel villain of this story-Seeks to spate them; when they glow inPleasure- the pleasure of love-He must pull till the next cycleHe pulls away gently;Swings in space around the waist-Departing from the heat of his lover-And returns to the cold fronts of her—Earthly shadows, in solitude for months to come…
Coffee lipsCoffee lips, you have them.I wake up drowsily, drearily getting out of bed.I wait for work to wash away my free time,as I dress, dangling my droopy tie off my collar.My solace in this same routine? You.Your scruffy mat of hair shadows your snoring face,but I still see the flicker in your eyes,I can see you dreaming. May I venture a guess?Perhaps of a weekend morning before, when we would adoreeachother and no other, no cares or fretting,just the moments of romance and a danceof our tongues after the morning "two sugars".My coffee breath reeks to you a sweet scent somehow,as your breath smells simply pure,your tongue tasting sugary, even without a sip,as I almost feel little ecstacy tabletsslipping down my throat.I drudge downstairs, pour out the piping mug,swigging it back, serving my addiction.I feel awake, alert, alive and ready.But still no happier.Then you silently slip out the shadows.A smile in your face fails to preserve my dread for the day.You gently cra
Sky - to murder a kissDoes the sky know my dreams?For when my gaze gains focus, I capture the sky,and so when unfocused, sky captures gaze,and I see my dreams before me,and my eyes choose to focus on dreams,and so ignores sky,and if my gaze captures dreams,and my gaze is captured by sky,does sky capture my dreams?And if my dreams are captive of the sky,what intent does the sky have for my dreams?Sky is sight, sky gives touch through water.Sky is therefore silent,we look up to see what the sky offers,water for our lives and sun for our life,sky needs no voice.Save for when sky thunders.The rose will face up to the sky,it will look to the sky for it's days.I will pick the rose that looks to the sky,the sky will look down upon the roseas it still looks up, but now to a nose.I will hand the rose to the hands of another,one whose hands come with light touch,but that pinpoint themselves around thorns.She will look down upon the roseand put it to her nose.She will look to me and pay me c
ALSI12ES::viera starry Sea of marbles.sky rimjobbed w/ debris.Earth became one jolly Groundhog of Winters savage glee.Axiometropoloids dance w/ teeth in their eyeholes & call them Integers.Progress for Progress' Sake salts common villagers.idolatry. heirarchies. predation of Blue Ribbon societal turtles -- Behold the hurdles great Tortuga bounds w/ spikes crowning his shell!--------young humanish eyes yearn for articulate unravelling.a Mantis at the Tapestrycast a shadow back at me &¬ long thereaftermy brainbox was supper.GOD inside the viral mind claimed We never really loved Her.-- Who was I but a man to lay such fickle hands on Voices of Divine Mind? ((led away the mandalas. swallowed koans in firelight.))
LoversPulled to far inNo will to put this to rest.I accept the consequences.
Waking NightmareYeah ummm... The Poetry is the picture... Sorry Nothing to see here in the box...