your ferrous wit is sharp its sometimes jagged edge rips through the flesh of my temperament leaving me bloody and bruised — 1/18/10 – 51
Author walljm
walljm
I have been writing on the web since 2000. I am a christian , a photographer, an occasional poet, a recovering dreamer, an occasional philosopher, a software developer, an autodidact, and I resemble the INFP personality type.
it turned 11 today.
who are you? with your fey spirit tossing about whimsy with reckless abandon. why do you dance? unbridled and passionate your infectious grin a viral vector spreading mirth and convivial gaiety reveal yourself oh laughing sprite oh merry shade oh mysterious shadow for i would know your name. — 1/17/10 – 50
you make the city vague with your wispy shroud the soft outlines fading into the grey backdrop while disembodied lights dance in the distance. — 1/16/10 – 49
the balmy touch of your wispy fingers leaves the surface of my skin cold but my heart beats warm for thought of fog and a city shrouded and old the first breath of spring comes early though but a taste of things to come and come too soon to be trusted surely still i smile to see the summers sun — 1/15/10 – 48
you make violence an art graphic bloodletting paused and in slow motion. the clamour and rush of wild noise and a cheering crowd serve to excite passion and mad rage. — Spartacus – 1/14/10 – 47 #favorite
your deep redness is a balm to soothe sore eyes vermilion and scarlet hues dance with wild abandon in the recesses while crimson light splay across this painted canvas until your majestic being sinks beneath the rippled line and all is darkness — 1/13/10 – 46 #favorite
hydrogen and oxygen joined by covalent bonds disseminate in languid trails embracing the wide sky curling in vacuous rings glowing amber and vermilion against a blood red sun until the arid waste of winter’s breath robs its soul of being — 1/12/10 – 45 #favorite
your delicate softness masks the bitter wind and amber glows on your icy countenance the frigid fingers of your caress warms me as i dwell on the beauty of your substance i see the night fall on the driven visage of your bleak and lonely midwinter landscape and the beauty of the stillness i behold gives me hope that i too might find escape for this world sometimes overwhelms me with the constant struggle to get somewhere and i get lost in the chaos of its institutions feeling lost, alone and without the will to care but moments like these…
elation rises strong in this melancholy heart nerves vibrate, attention hums, energy pours out of every pore the world lies open before me ready to be conquered for i am invincible and nothing is beyond my grasp — on caffeine – 1/10/10 – 43
the bare not barren trees wrestle with the whipping wind and the bustle is brisk, the cold sharp as winters grey skies threaten rain
hear the echoing waves returning from their journey beckoning silence for this empty room is a sanctuary a temple, a tomb where thoughts quiet and calm reigns like heaven on earth. — 1/9/10 – 42
in the mountains of the winter wind where the white wolves run and bit frost covers the rocky crag you can hear the distant drum its the call, my brother calling for the brave answer the call, my brother for the world to save –1/8/10 – 41
who will you be, oh man? with your time and talents? what will you do, oh man? with what you’ve been granted? where will you go, my brother? with resources you’ve been given? why do you stumble, my brother? with the path that you have chosen? time, the dance with a slow death. the fight, the struggle, the question and possibility splayed out before you so answer, oh man by action, by deed, by life the riddle of your existence. — 1/7/10 – 40
go my brother, where the wind blows to dance on the prairie steppes and feel the wind whip across the frosted tundra see my brother, the jungle steam rise through the terraced trees and watch the desert sand dance across the dulcet dunes feel my brother, the soft touch of your lovers kiss brush your lips and the sudden ache of desire as she pulls you deep touch my brother, the hand of God as you glimpse the divine mystery and bow down your head in humble genuflection for this is life, and wind is free and all of nature…
forthwith i call to the mighty throne reveal in me the spirit divine for my heart emits a plaintive groan and suffers from this absence thine — 1/6/10 – 38
the mind is a many layered thing thoughts and ideas held in dissociative array networked connections, neurons and nerves dance a many splendored dance of matter grey — 1/5/10 – 37
i still miss you. memories held tightly are a bit of a surprise. i’m glad in a way, the pain forms an impression like the hollow of a mold. the memory is better than the nothing i would feel had we never met. — 1/5/10 – 36 #favorite
feel warmth glowing neurons firing in pleasant patterns feel silence resting no need for hurry or incessant seeking enjoy the moment contentment resting enlightened, here — 1/4/10 – 35
silence is piercing little sounds crash brash like cymbals clash in the silence like quiet needles in perfect pitch tuned to emptiness –1/3/10 – 34