8T
Joined: Nov 30, 2003
Posts: 1411
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8T
Check out the gibberish on the tag on the back of this coco joes piece I just got. I never noticed a tag that was like this one before. Made me wonder just what and how much they had been smoking when they wrote this:
Lava Lamp
When candle light
against the tiki glows
The breath of flowers
Haunting pervades the air
Recalling the magic of the
isles---
The sun-flecked seas,
And high strutting surf,
Warm elusive sands
Cooled by fanning palms
Mountain tops
Playing hide and seek
With cherubic clouds,
Who score
In brilliant crescents
Across the skies
And weep in veils
On losing.
And so I must reply:
With mouth agape and jaw dropped low
The lava lamp has filled me with
a presence in this modern age which
is fueled by envy for a previous dawn
on an isle so distant and inside me at once
By humid airs on scorching driveways
of this land locked existence I scour
My eyes aglaze from the absence of nocturnal stillness
A handicap to overcome for a treasure found
without map or shovel
Beautifully hideous she beckons
charismatically grotesque he directs me
in the paths of aquisition so barren
And then as time has nearly fallen over the horizon
a mirage gives way to a solid form
a tactile possession of an aged generation
now takes flight upon the wings of glory
Momentarily satisfying a neverending quest
Seek with ferver, searching afar and ye may find
Abandon the anchors of familiar ports
for the asphalts of the promised land.
Though the moisture of the ages threaten
A glint of gold your umbrella.
Now it's your turn, go for it.
8FT
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komohana
Tiki Socialite
Western Australia
Joined: Nov 08, 2010
Posts: 505
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makes perfect sense to me..
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aquarj
Tiki Socialite
SF bay area, CA
Joined: Apr 02, 2002
Posts: 1125
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Intoxicated by zesty gusts
from flared nostrils
The chupacabra coconut
Speaking milky riddles
Under swishing corduroy
With frazzled scoria
Combing yogurt skies
for hibiscus contrails---
The sinuous monstera
With fassionola dewdrops
In ritual condensation
Joining topknots
Caressed
By inlaid coral elbows
And blended on high for 5 seconds
-Randy
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TM
Joined: May 12, 2004
Posts: 4105
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TM
In the zenith of Jurgen Prochnow's corn-hole
Lies an elephant-cluster of predominate butterflies
Long was the breast-line of fortuitous reclamation
We danced with holographic nematodes while extracting silk
but dawn's clairvoyance shifted just an intrasemiphore
and the devil howled into the wind
dry was the phoenix as it got wet
and short was thy morning weeds as they cameth
bashful was the everpresent sloth as it tied the knot
and quenched it's valor upon the talons of a fresh, spring day!
The interpolation of sad frequencies bemoans the adaptation of intransagenic meridians.
http://soundcloud.com/lucas-vigor/sets/set-3/
"yer jus not tuned into the series of tubes yet, let it soak in".
[ Edited by: lucas vigor 2011-08-17 14:23 ]
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