Pale Woods- |
An uncountable number of blazing white trees grew straight up all around him, capturing the sun
like polarbear fur in the clear white sunlight of the great pole.The temperature was agreeable
and the...
Posted by Casey-B *81* on Sun, 18 Nov 2007 01:24:00 PST |
A new way out. No asteroids here |
The sentimental contemplator
A coversation droned on in his head, multiple conversations really, all at once, without
recognizing eachother. 4 sets of teeth pounded on chattering and craking at every...
Posted by Casey-B *81* on Wed, 14 Nov 2007 10:23:00 PST |
feelin sick |
whos got the remedy?
Posted by Casey-B *81* on Wed, 07 Nov 2007 06:21:00 PST |
The Theif who became a disciple |
this is a good one, not mine
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The Thief Who Became a Disciple
One evening as Shichiri Kojun was reciting sutras a thief with a sharp sword entered, demanding wither his money...
Posted by Casey-B *81* on Sun, 28 Oct 2007 02:56:00 PST |
Strange Simple Circular-tivity |
O! Bread of the heavens return in a round shape! Bless our table of the morn with rays of golden wheat and civilization!
A round food is one pertaining to really, all the senses and the extra ones no ...
Posted by Casey-B *81* on Thu, 04 Oct 2007 10:06:00 PST |
ODE to CARL: A fellow I never knew. |
An explosives Expert, fishingwire enthusiast-
A prankster to the soul old carl you would find.
Tricking tough Riders in the bar, a life worthy of a thousand paintings and photographs all of which stem...
Posted by Casey-B *81* on Wed, 03 Oct 2007 08:06:00 PST |
serpent dear |
old south river, big black river, big black river take me home, take me home
dosile serpent, sweet submisive servant, sweet submisive servant guard my home,guard my home x 3
winds blowing mighty, the...
Posted by Casey-B *81* on Thu, 27 Sep 2007 08:46:00 PST |
A New 10 word Prayer |
He told us 10 words and no less.
the purpose to calm and passify the unruley city.
the result:
Nought but Chaos and delight, there were no more inhibitions or fears, but ambitionand pleasure were free...
Posted by Casey-B *81* on Mon, 24 Sep 2007 08:43:00 PST |
Kenya, a shorter poetic acccount |
Kenya is my home, and I wish you had all been there a hundred
years ago, in the ancient unchanging streets of a stone
society.Drums in the streets bells left and right, the sound of
life and street...
Posted by Casey-B *81* on Wed, 12 Sep 2007 11:13:00 PST |
A pre-quillllllion to the decenter |
Dice Madox was infact, a root. in his hill top to bottom home
beneath the ground he let loose wild shots of song, screaming
the tunes of old and marching the streets of old paris, the way
he rememb...
Posted by Casey-B *81* on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 09:25:00 PST |
