Quatrain Corner

[Turtle]

brazen wolves' howls

challenge luna's roll,

yet belly's role,

keenest barks' bit.

:naughty:

[Queso]

brazen wolves howl

challenge to luna's roll,

yet belly's role

er keenest bark is bit.

:naughty:

 

I've got 96 ounces of lager,

yeah-

and not an ounce of mirror

carbon reflection

[Turtle]

'tis logic sole,

doth heavens' rule,

as 'neath my foot,

doth pass the fool.

:naughty:

[Queso]

and when he pass

be sure to take

what looks like grass

what tastes like snake, JAH!

[Queso]

Could you

would you

feel the paradigm

C O G N I Z E

[Queso]

There is no memory

linked to lake.

I, for one

am knot late.

[Queso]

we lay me down

before I wake

again. we lay me down

before I wake

[Queso]

a Vortex, is your Saa

still spinning

after that.

Who opens what is closed?

[Queso]

The planetary monkey that is

the third of May. Playing magical

illusion of life. Fullfilling all

that is.

[Boerseun]

What a girl wants is simple enough,

figuring out chicks is a blind man's buff.

Just think of what makes her heart sing;

money, fast cars, and bling bling bling!

 

(With apologies to Tatsuya Ishida...)

[Loricybin]

gathered around the livingroom.

happy drunken bunch.

taking turns with a didgeridoo,

and oh,

the foods we munch.

 

(i broke form. sorry.

for reasons why, read above.)

[Queso]

A belief is a dead end in your neural network.

An open flowing current temporarily pinched,

awaiting the next spark.

 

I want to weave the perfect yantra.

[Loricybin]

arms of dry paint,

the hero sits at a table

made of black wires;

downtown.

[Pyrotex]

The garden was planted with enormous variety

Every color of the rainbow, spectral profusion

But the marigolds took over, monoculture piety

I like marigolds, but it's a boring conclusion

[Boerseun]

The garden was planted with enormous variety

Every color of the rainbow, spectral profusion

But the marigolds took over, monoculture piety

I like marigolds, but it's a boring conclusion

Roses are red,

violets are blue

I liked that quatrain,

and... yeah. That's it.

[Tarantism]

there are no heros

in rooms full of theives

eating, eating, eating

sitting, stirring, wanting, taking, eyeing, slinking

[Queso]

Woke up one day and I touched my friends snare drum with my guitar string from accross the room.

Woke up one night and you touched my chakras with your eyes.

Stayed up all night dancing on the beach and when the sun appeared again I shut my eyes and found a mandala constructed of spinning triangles named God.

Woke up one day and I touched samadhi.