Posts tagged ‘trimeric’

If only I could be inside your thought

If only I could be inside your thought
to alter it a bit for understanding,
make windows in it, have a candle lit
and fill it with new furniture and plants.

To alter it a bit for understanding
of how it is that I did what I did,
I would just shift the tables and the chairs,

make windows in it, have a candle lit,
because I care to make you see my point,
I would so much be with you in your house

and fill it with new furniture and plants.
If only I could be inside your thought,
make windows in it, have a candle lit.

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While visiting the priest

While visiting the priest, we watched the caged birds mate
as we sat in the room for tea and cake was served.
My mother did try not to laugh and failed so loud.
I looked for proof the birds were  different gendered

As we sat in the room for tea and cake was served
the mating birds both fell off of their stick and died .
The priest began to cry so bad, that we should leave.

My mother did try not to laugh and failed so loud
that she was heard more than a block away from there
but still before we went we finished tea and cake

I looked for proof the birds were different gendered
their little bodies lying upside down I peaked.
I never did find out, the priest just made us go.

entry for funny bunny fridays post week 3

Once I let in the world

Once I let in the world, my thoughts not bound by language anymore
they took me into gardens filled with flowers that were mine to pick
I wondered free over the plains of others
to make me live the feelings of the other more and deeper.

They took me into gardens filled with flowers that were mine to pick
and even down the ocean they would blossom
as everywhere there’s more to find of live and living on.

I wondered free over the plains of others,
over deserts I would ponder, wondering how live
could there exist, a place so empty but some flowers grow there.

To make me live the feelings of the other more and deeper
as everywhere there’s truth to find in life and living,
once I let in the world, my thoughts were free.

Trimeric on time

A moment has no measure
I recall some endless seconds
but time is a given spoil sport,
we count away precious time

I recall some endless seconds,
waiting for news either good or bad.
Some moments last forever

but time is a given spoil sport,
we invented the word,
now we have to keep pace

We count away precious time
captivated in hours, minutes, seconds
and never. Always, for ever.

I read about trimerics this morning  on this site   Writing by stone    and tried one .

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