New Songs [for Kassandra] *work in progress*

[judih]

a stream of soft tributes
each a different branch of driftwood
in ethereal flow


judih

[senorsalvia]

Now, I'm not at all concerned with being 'politically correct' or whatnot, but that crap spouted by piratepants is just pathetic....  Guess you feel ya gott get some type of a reaction eh??  Sad to see a first post so lame...........  Yo mods:  How's about clearing this crap up.... Spiritplants has always been a 'black tie' place.  Let's keep it that way.....  Hey pirate- slack-person....  With your type of offerings, why not go post on some mysogynistic (sp?) white power site??  Surely you have frequented such :roll: ---------------  senorsal-------------

[dendro]

black tie? I rarely wear a shirt, pants or shoes...

[cenacle]

added 'terror'...from the depths of flu sickness, hardly able to get two lines out by way of report...

[cenacle]

senor--

that earlier post has been deleted...

[senorsalvia]

Thanks 'fer sweeping out the trash cen.....  senorsal   Now, it might just be me, but stuff like that just strikes me as so passe, so revolting and misguided, that I get sort of incessed, outraged by same...

[cenacle]

still the sickness roiled within, fading enough now to let some words out again, but it was a struggle, overcome for a few lines...

[cenacle]

added 'revital,' a poem in part about leaving a sickness for clearer days, and coming again to the larger matters that in part induced the sickness...it does not end, just takes on one costume and another in the dark and the light...

[cenacle]

added 'Then' this morning, a poem remembering a hippy fest in the mountains of Vermont (northeastern US) some years ago...the raging bonfire in the field surrounded by trees, the full moon above...how i went deep that night, danced and died, met survivors of my wake the next morning... :wink:

[cenacle]

added 'falling sharp'...i was on lunch break from bookstore located in a yuppie scumfuck town near seattle...sitting in a coffeehouse looking at the plastic scene around me, wondering what the fuck to write about...feeling low, trapped...

[cenacle]

added 'stray wise' this morning...strange noisy little poem...of the same kind i seem to have been writing for years...yet always another one waiting its turn, heh...

[judih]

let em flow
always amazing to see where your mind is wandering (and how)

[cenacle]

added 'balance she said,' titled from a comment my beloved KD made, and it stuck with me til this short poem came along...happy when the moment itself is music to be sung, no reaching effort needed...

[cenacle]

added 'empathy,' another in an endless series of warnings...

[cenacle]

added 'sentiment,' i think memory looks differently from different years...maybe it gets deeper, more brittle, hurts more, then comforts magickally too at moments....