my_mouth_is_tied notme my arms are locked blindfold on my belly button my feet they as strands of hair walk the sky dancing clouds with thunder my breast heaving the pain of tears my eyes clench paper wrists this skin of me the thought you saw 030912 ... oldephebe now, if i could write poetry like yours "not me" then, THEN maybe i'd have something. But as you alluded to so eloquently we are all part of a continuum of souls stricken by the muse, the progeny of diverse permutations of the First. What must it have been like for the truly first poetic souls, rapture or did people try to tie their tongues down? Did they try to imprison the Light peeking through the cracked vessel? Did they partake of it's healing restorative powers?..i wonder.. i harbor a hope, that one day i truly will walk unfettered with the choir of Light..to rare are the occassions i have the chance to be open to It's epiphanie's...thank you for sharing this ... 030912 ... monadh i can't find where i left myself most times going in circles i sometimes break from the loop and a new circle run till my tracks are an old road with deep ruts inhibition frustration exploration my mouth is tied to everything i speak everything i hush the words i cannot align 030912 ... nomme and you're welcome and thanks for the thanks (see i'm even more tired now) 030912 ... oldephebe needs to chill man! i get the priveledge of reading such lovely poetry on crappy day under these surly northeastern skies - monadh! how can you guys just gush golden streams extemporaneously? wondrous! wondrous! wondrous! The ire has been relegated to a dim corner of my consciousness thanx to you guys umm .."not me" nomme and monadh you have no idea how beautiful poetry affects me!!! i feel like such a dweeeb gushing like this but..thank you so much for sharing this morning!!! ... 030912 ... oldephebe you shape-shifter you! 030913 ... monadh weeeeeeeeeee teehee! hehe g'night oiche_mhaith 030913 ... monadh no matter when or where i go the past is there the future following close behind me composing the present memory 031014 ... thieums I can't tell you how I feel I can't tell you what I am Birds are dancing over the sea My heart is full of sorrow 101202 ... unhinged sorry_baby i was afraid to tell you what i wanted sooner cause i knew we weren't in the same place but it felt nice to have a companion for a change 190820 what's it to you? who go blather from