baby born in a box

describe the world around you if you were born blind,deaf and dumb,


describe a color you've never seen,music you have never heard,the way certain things are good and bad with no societal,political or religious influence,the concept of love and hate when you've never been able to discuss it with anyone else?

who would you be if there was no external stimuli to tell you what is right and wrong?

Just a little dribble to help kick things off.  What a great idea for a competition.



Love Stinks

I mean really really stinks
When ever I come home
Love is there to greet me
As soon as I walk through the door
It lathers me with a wet putrid sticky tongue
Huffing a hot heavy breath directly in my face
Love has absolutely no respect for my space

And at times Love bangs it's head
Painfully against my chin
And with sharp nails, scratches my skin
Love's unbridle passion is much to my chagrin

Yes, Love has a very unpleasant odor
But when Love comes in from the rain
It's odor becomes truly unbearable
Worse yet, when wet, Love wants to cuddle

Granted, I've come accustom to Love's attention
To the point I anticipate it to some degree
But I wish God would have made Love
In a far more pleasing fragrance

"Wouldn't you all agree?"

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Never Knew

I have never known
the red
of the unconditional love
of a father
but strange how it
burn its hole of yearning
inside me

I never knew
I would witness such yellow
of how you would grow
to hate me
leave me
my own daughter

never have I known
the gray
of which I have become
such a bad mother

I have never known
such black pain before
which has not eased
only intensified
as I’ve grown older

and never
would I have guessed
I would taste
the harrowing pink
of your love

but still
I ache
for your peach sweetness
back in my arms

....

thanx for openin it up snug

i like your take man...

awesome puppy!!!!

thas a golden lab with chow cuz of the tongue ??????

madam,toni,

awesome entries thank you!!!


madam this line tho

"Inspired by your mind that refuses to tick with normalcy."

awesome mam!!!!!

How many entries can we make?

  >< ???? ><


various artists

pot pourri
of  rarified matters
with lil denser residuals
amongst
the gravitized vacuums

hottened
in some headiness
against (im)probable
expectations
of selfless
neutrality, the expanse

suspended
in threaded
invisibilities

and shaped shapeless
by the pull and push
undefined forces
into a comparatively
contained halo
slithering in wavy contours

either
a fuzzy embryogenetic
or an exponentially decaying
microsparklet

uncharacterized  
amoebic chaos

in ethereal
tentacular foundations
of tantalizing dreams

dissoving densities
of external origin
of internally alien origin

lashing its pathway
constantly grappling
in elusive orbitals

in repititions
of onward inward
journey
towards matterless realm
the motherly mother  
self encrypts in partial
translation
and back
and forth

unravelling.  and unravelling
self
inside out
total surface burst
if and only if it occurred

shuttling
endless

the non-dusts


tingling third eye flame
sensed meaning
of true lies-
-the meaningless moved glares around

a masterhearted
puppeteer
in threaded controls
over unbridled mind
of unmindful thoughts

moved mortal
appendages
traced inanimated spreads

whereas the master
jumped direct
into the intuitive freys
mapping delicate breeze
with determined radiations
focussed and pillared
exclusively over
itself, the third eye

that which
scanned
and sapped in
the formed faith
of the you and the likes
the refined wilderness
the pureform truths
confirmatory chain reactions
a  choking avalanch ball throathinged
racing horsepowered watts from centric beats
wetting facade in soulsalts  
sweating out fatty densities

divinity driven
released n overflowed
to be contained back

the non-dusts

within

leapt in touched freeflowing textures
of chilled piercings
in giggled vibrations
their pleated flows
rolled on and on
sprayed mists
freshened
bloomed
pores

rollachillafrescavibra
you were
in synced beats of my centra

stimulapassiengagacolora
you were
drowning me in you

intertwined
what were you, the enigma?
that held in a continuum
the faith
the foreverness
inside my master
you filled and filled you
unto me
until the "I" was insensitized
into something new
throbbing meyou youme
the good
the love
above all

a rarity deviation
of a collapsed mastereye
let-loosened zigzagged thoughts
sterilized senses
untouched by youme meyou and the breeze
centrifuged giddiness
separated us apart
heavy mindalleys reigned
until it hanged
you or itself
the bad
the hate
the kill



the filled-in nondusts

the third eye puppeteer

the me
the you
meyou youme

seemingly
deconstructed
for definition sake


fused enigma
still that remained

toniscales said:How many entries can we make?


as many as you like mam jus please don't take the piss.........

fantastic miss uma,

you are a wordsmith lady.........

Sorry fr the talks in ur thread John..but shud say, this is a greatly thought of unique comp theme.. reminded me of a locally acclaimed filmmaker's scifi film in those lines of how love as an emotion was born among the aliens first inhabiting earth (well not fully clear  of this film's plot).
.tq fr dis comp n gud words:)

no worries. i don't trip on that stuff lady.

i would love to know the title of that film tho mam.

it sounds like something i would love to see..................

Blissful Sensations

Shall I name my ignorance as bliss?
For I have felt the chill of autumn winds
Yet have not seen their mother skies

What is this vast space filled with mystery?
I fumble in the dark as a fool to the world
A miscreant searching for truth

I could not run to the skirts of society
As it coos and calls to the rest
Creating slaves to an ugliness I cannot see

I feel every sensation in my soul
Things I imagine others cannot fathom
Just as I cannot know their world

They know not my peace

thanx for playin miss kitty.....

ORACLE

Coal black silence
Slithering eclipse
Invoking ink
From a half phrase
 
Kissing the stinging tale
Of a lost word
Forgotten
Remembered
 
Unheard
By the floating image
Of the promise of moon
On the water
 
Sunlight scorns me
Define me a wish
Define me a prayer
 
 
Scriptures, once written
Through the sand
One day, you will
Understand