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h u m b u c k

wealths spilling through the lawn glades forgotten
the timer weavers shower

a carcass of emotion baths in a televisions ether
like the broken second floor lamp
the open question
pressed light
in answer

between the empty mirror
and the safety switch


Editing stage: 



I am sorry I didn't see this one before. My interpretation: intimacy, passion, a couple making love while the TV is on, smashing the lamp with their activities while incense burns giving off a smell of rosewood, arousing the senses...

Keep Writing,

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

I was a head hunter and loved the profiliers..only because I looked after so many years...I can see beyond the lies....the stories..
its okay..

Lately my nickel and Dim ept has pushed me to this..
at the very fucking edge of sanity

we have young women arriving for mitigation
and feel...they are wonderful intellent girls

not the carnival workers

although I love them too...


in the flux now of all of this while the worold
struggles with its firestoms etc...

we are lax to thinki we are the kings and queens
of th4 world..

author comment

One of my many passions, crawling around inside people's heads to find what makes them tick...maybe it is the decade long battle I have had in dealing with others and their mental illnesses, drove me to where I had a need to ability to read people, to get to know them on deeper levels if they will let me in..not many I do not allow many to read me or get to know me seem to have lived such an interesting life..more so than mine...i love the fact i can draw off of your poems and we can discuss them as writers do....

Keep Writing,

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

we can chastize chat forever...

I know all..

just me

but I like youllll
you have an attitudfe
is nice.....

Tell me your favourite perfume\
Ive been always in the shoppes
Mine is Drakkar Noire.. a shitty
ass cologe

Lets build from thjis baby\
now that we know more
of each other...

Your frrind..

Mr Wolf

author comment

I.don't wear much perfume..just rosemary and mint appearance varies as I have described have a mystery about you that is appealing...keeps me looking for more...the darkness which you write from even more interesting...causes me to think and dig deep for an understanding...someone who appreciates my attitude...a rarity...tell me more

Your friend

Keep Writing,

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

variances of the storms...the controls and the lack thereof

perusing is more a passion
and picking is a bore at times
and a chore...

things are not in the immediate display
the brace..the swirl that accompanies that
but in the off set mind notions and
are begotten and smitten by the intriquing
in passing..

like a fragment of a song
something of a grace move

lately for me anyway
thats my smitten
my draw....

not the obvious half the time
something far far out
and right there...

can describe it

but its no descriptible

....rosemary and mint..

a combination

thank you...

author comment

Yes rosemary and mint...smells good for a rather complex...leave myself a mystery...easier then dealing with a broken heart...writing and music is my sanity, my passion. I am forever trying to improve hopes that one day I will be good enough...I always seem to fall and I seem a bit have peaked my interest...anything else you want to know?

Keep Writing,

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

perhaps the mask is the divisible...
I tour malls..and evenings
and trails...

vistas and quiet corners

we are alike or think aligned
in places.....

some people are like a fracture
mended from a green break

when I ache Im never sure
if its my heart
or of a longing

creativity is the greatest
the labrynth

Im thinking of what I want to know
Pique my interests...

author comment

Similar...I ache at the heart and in longing...longing to heart aches as I never seem to find that sense of belonging or I lead with my heart and it gets broken...lets to pique your interests...I am somewhat of a free spirit...I believe in individuality and expressing that individuality through creativity...whether it be n clothes....I like shops...malls..hardcore's that for starters

Keep Writing,

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

Clenching a soft hand into a fist
Facing driving rain
Torture the truth till it sings a song
Or then becomes a wrong,
Sink to the heights of distracted thought
Living as other would wish to
Feeling all the human graces
As they are purged
With the purity of the soul
Seeking places others avoid
telling of spirit muses
Where they fly without wings
The world out there
That tries to drag you down
The levels are distorted
A way of talking in write
Where all have to think
Then knowing that the base
is still safe from dragons breath
You both talk of the other Earth
Where we are but a thought away.
Hidden ways touch each world
as they are felt in that inner self
Let the words flow from the quill
The words are blunted
An extension of thought
Keep your thoughts
They will dress many a nude mind
In the wisdom of the other place
May you both be long
In this world there are lessons
Some you have still to do
This is hard to finish
As there is still much to say
Yet I will leave you
At Play.
Yours Ian.T

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

out of the game for a while, if you can't tell...LOL...not too many gentlemen wish to know more about me...

Keep Writing,

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

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