In A Rainbow

Teddy Bear Talk

I listened to my teddy bear one day
It had some interesting things to say:

"Not exactly a fairytale
Not everything always goes well
I see it as reality

Ever had an imaginary friend?
They come from where the world ends
And imagination begins

Glitter was passed on
By generation after generation
Soon becoming an instant sensation

Did you know
The creater of glitter
Brushed a unicorn?
Luckily didn't get stabbed by the horn
Thus glitter as created from its dust

A rainbow
Science sucks about not knowing that truth
Rainbows are made by light fairies
So they can do what they do
Travelwise

A happily ever after story
Fiction or not?
Real of course!
From the land of imaginary friends
That's why the stories
Never
End"

sliding across a bridge built
of unicorn vomit, fairy feces, and angel cum
glittery like edward
cuz the sun melts colors on my body
with flakes of elemental air
crystalline and sinuous
burning mirrored pits into my skin

prismatically programmed
chemically commanded
hallucinogenically hygienic
fractally fried

your face phases through the veil
your lips paint tracers of iconic scarlet
(and all that implies)
through my oxygen path
and onto my face and neck

emerald lanterns in your eyes
emit photonic restraints
and i'm a c level supervillain
still hung up on yellow
not mellow
cold turkey heroin willpower
and i submit

firelight flickering as we fornicate
your exhalations of autumn
my mantle of cobalt falls away
elementally exposed
my ice and your flame
as steam seeps from us
and saturates the skies or walls
(where are we again? who gives a fuck?)
putting out the fire with a gasoline popsicle

cries and moans fall from your lips
like lavender leaves of lilac
sapphirical sweat and semen
as i water your orchid
synaesthetically speaking

sticky splatters
and exuded excretions
dried by winds of the world
spinning sideways and sped up
kaleidoscopic harlequins
in liquid patchwork motley
dancing on raindrops
and sipping wine ethereal
til one by one my visual spectrum
drops every color off the display
til your body glows amidst an ocean of night
and i follow you til morning













title only for mikimoondancer's convenience:
(untitled poem about fucking while tripping)

Covenant of Peace, Harbinger of War
(with apologies to the original story of Greek seer Cassandra,
from which this is very, very loosely inspired)

Cassandra wept upon her perch.
Sitting atop the world
sidesaddle as befitting a fair maiden,
the entirety of the world opened itself.

Rome and Galilee revealed their machinations
while mighty Gaul bared its chest to her.
The ancients in Yangtze rice paddies
bowed to the muddy water for her
as she shied from their terracotta warriors.
The Aztec priests carved out beating hearts
and held them up to her eyes. She blanched. They grinned.

Armies moved forward, back, flanking, storming the high ground,
washing back and forth as red waves of oil and water.
Men fell, cried out with their dying breath
what they glimpsed too late, that all was futile
but their kinsmen could not hear it,
took their rattles as cause to press on in their name
and trod over them to strike at their mirror likenesses.

The temptation to distance, to see not men but ranks,
and not ranks but standards, and even then
not standards but chesspieces upon a green table
was overwhelming. Cassandra sat transfixed.
Screams of terror were greeted by vapor;
begging for intervention, for peace, met by serene silence.
Atop her arch in the sky she gazed down glassy-eyed.

There had to be a way to reach them.
To tell them all that she could see nothing would change,
that as far as she looked there was only more death.
She took the sunlight in her hands,
broke it gently apart, sprayed it in all directions
as it fell about her, deep azure and emerald
playing with outspoken orange and red wisps.

They all looked up.
Saw her panchromatic phantasm.
A moment of silence. She dared to hope.
Then, from all corners, a murmur. This was it!
This was the signal from our gods
that theirs are weak and ready
for a killing blow! To arms, men,
no mercy and no quarter!

Cassandra turned to the sky, ashen-faced.

that's byoootiful zen

great entries so far..not long to go
get those entries in !
will already be hard to pick!

How High Does The Rainbow Fly

A wise man once said
or, was it an all seeing cat?
I forget

but, it was said
we exist
in a planetary spider web
with god like technology
where the truth lives
and dreams  go free
we're all mad here
different colors
on this rainbow spectrum

the fact is
it's all in our heads
born free
running on air
high as a kite

waiting for something
to show us the way
watching the sun
glisten in the rain

great entries..remember, "give your piece a title" is in the very few rules. given..
congrats to Carpe for winning-I love the Alice in Wonderland meets the Matrix feel..
tough one to judge
congrats to Mike theengineer and Darker half for 2nd and 3rd
thank you all!

Congratulations Carpe_Noctem for winning...awesome! And to MikeTheEngineer (mjs211) and DarkerHalf for being fellow winners. Talented writes all.

Thank you for the nod Miki. Congratulations to the runners up, this was a fun comp.

Wow... Congratz Carpe...
and it's true... some times it's all in our head... jeje...

Awesome Write!!