Windy

post traumatic distress is rampant.

so to recover.

the ink thought
to resolute
or celebrate

A day or days getting nicer.

because
Post traumatic distress is rampant.


lucky horseshoes.



Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 11/02/2011 07:31AM by anew.

"And the chalk didn't need her rain anymore."

Love this.



Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 11/02/2011 09:23AM by sithlordjp.

this is kind of a mess of a writing maybe someone will like something about it..

Writing-November12,2011

I was a writer.

I became a partier.

I took recovery.

I see drug related relationships.

I smile sometimes for truth.

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the windblown leaves sound on the sidewalk
the leaf sounds, sound like three or more people the
tears that are always there is the silence amidst the rusteling?
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As truth dances of the windblown autumn leaves on the concrete..
Do i as well cry for the secrate, am I too at times teared like that what bothers me..teared because that's how it is Or have I truly become like the wind.

As truth dances of the windblown leaves on the sidewalk
I am honest
skipping rope taught and dangeling
Through the leaves of pasts i am so awake sleeping
Rusteling leaves why does so much seem past in presence.
I make myself past, giving some at leavenings runnnnn.

what's wrong with me
I am a writer
there's nothing wrong with me
I am a writer
in recovery with see.
And when there's something wrong with me I live for even again.
Each and and even can be really nice friends,,it's so rare because of the tears.

*I saw the moon hiding behind the trees tonight, ever since those crushing times;alone it had been too bright. It was nice to feel warm behind it. It wasn't hiding behind the trees.

Thanks Much sithlordjp feedback..spurrs creativity <*>

anew posted:

Windows,
did a voyeur invent .TV.

He looks in the T.V.
All the things he can see
Your every sin on display
Happiness made of clay

Always the same channel
Fixed in this bright tunnel
The voyeur lives in there
To judge and to stare

He wants to touch the screen
Show you where he's been
Theatre of the fake
Dreamscape wide awake

maybe you could give us something written in German ?

Thank you, is does sound beautiful !

And here it is translated in French, my primary language !

Les vérités non-dites
sont trempées, Et aiguisées comme des diamants.



Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 11/14/2011 06:54PM by sithlordjp.

...et derrière ce papier
je reste caché...

As yes... the neverending dance of words, and their multiple meanings !!!

Das ist deine Welt... Let us use the words to create new worlds....

anew day
to start anew !

**********************

I build a Mansion
To protect the language
To often used for tension
And victim of pillage...

all the best,
sithlordjp

of interest of buddhism *.*

Life is and goes

elements of Bardo lead to knowledge

'void of dismay' one seeks the echoed tambourine that creates space,,destroys vaccuity

Nirvana never left you
and will will for you

it is nice that one can buy apples

-Wild Horses

I do not subscribe to affliction or ebulience.
I am a lady with a wooden fan, if
I were a man i'd have a wooden measure..both have both.

Daily structure involves action and contact.

mot juste will evoke.

Schreib Baum auf ein Blatt Papier.
(trans.)
Write Tree on a Leaf of Paper.

the tab wore soft shoes what did or didn't the hard shoes know.

The wood pecker was a buddhist
there weren't any points
was Comet Rudolphs dad..

Affliction and ebulience...it fanned and measured the subscription away

Oh mah
the bleeding spring
summer we'll keep
and autumn will arise
giving winter
Tale of Enrich.



Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 11/21/2011 09:12AM by anew.

Chaos-disorderly mass

*Scaling Difference*

Disorder presents itself
for recognition.
\(do they rest at all

Some play with derision
Some buff with a different perciscion
cascading and safeguarding in person and allowing chaos that concerts of bondages.

the buffer does not deride with chattel
the slavish empiricists play with slingshot for slip
Somewhere else first,,there are no bonds in the Un_known only reliabilities.

the buffy cheshires
tarsia of chaos
taper and wax
Spruce the sumptor of summons with cascade to
increase the sundries
amidst chaos' summae... with sunbath status of concert that the shade of infortuity loose its inherency............Rest is fortitude realatively

Breaking bonds with William James for
causmic bliss
The sun gives it does not ask

respect isn't a question where there is no bondage
what fortune of fortitude would stay realatively


The everlasting sunflowers didn't quite like silk or dead air..



Edited 3 time(s). Last edit at 11/28/2011 10:55AM by anew.

Torque died and
savory arose
with equalizing
as an
occasional
good spice.

There is something about chalk...
Barely noticeable as we walk
Fading traces or mark
Of a soul in the dark...

she said to herself
your pain doesn't belong to you or anyone else
and rested