Friday NightbigvividworldMarch 11 2005, 02:48:01 UTC
Hey Sexy,
About Friday night. The dinner starts at 6pm. It's at 301 Summit Avenue in St. Paul. The Germanic-American Institute. http://www.gai-mn.org/currevts.htm There will be a fish dinner waiting for you, as well as an enamored Bigvividworld. Also, Dave mentioned a German DJ, who's going to be at the Dinkytowner later that night. Maybe we should check it out afterward. Does your phone's destruction mean you don't have my number anymore? (612)437-0460 -- gimme a call.
this made me think of you
anonymous
March 11 2005, 15:00:15 UTC
kidnap poem - Nikki Giovanni
ever been kidnapped by a poet if i were a poet i'd kidnap you put you in my phrases and meter you to jones beach or maybe coney island or maybe just to my house lyric you in lilacs dash you in the rain blend into the beach to complement my see play the lyre for you ode you with my love song anything to win you wrap you in the red Black green show you off to mama yeah if i were a poet i'd kid nap you
Re: And Jeff....zeroisanumberMarch 17 2005, 01:31:01 UTC
In a sense. I've always thought that It's all over... was about transition, uncertianty, and sadness, but holds out the possibility of an interesting (if not guaranteeably joyful) future. It's personal in that it reminds me of you.
PhantasmagoriabigvividworldMarch 19 2005, 06:32:41 UTC
A most angelic beast oft in my slumber calls, On that which I surmise black endless nights will be, When torpor beckons and my answer but rings weak, On eves when ne'er I think the morn again to see.
In dreams as dreamt as astral dreaming ever was Yet anchored to the earth on this my nightly bed, Awake in blissful fancy and asleep in waking trance, The seraphim descends along my silver thread.
Our trysts ignite Atlantis past all mortal ken, Enwrapped in sheets and nothing, passion comes to bear. But paradise is fleeting. Time will never stop. The sun dispels our lust in disuniting glare.
Just once I dared to view her by the light of day. It was a cutting, cold and perfect, reborn dawn, Full overcast in numbing, achromatic light. She kissed me once, then flew t'ward daybreak's lustful yawn.
A most angelic beast oft in my slumber calls, On that which I desire red endless nights to be, When resting falls apart and romping comes to play On eves when ne'er I wish the morn again to see.
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About Friday night. The dinner starts at 6pm. It's at 301 Summit Avenue in St. Paul. The Germanic-American Institute. http://www.gai-mn.org/currevts.htm
There will be a fish dinner waiting for you, as well as an enamored Bigvividworld. Also, Dave mentioned a German DJ, who's going to be at the Dinkytowner later that night. Maybe we should check it out afterward. Does your phone's destruction mean you don't have my number anymore? (612)437-0460 -- gimme a call.
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ever been kidnapped
by a poet
if i were a poet
i'd kidnap you
put you in my phrases and meter
you to jones beach
or maybe coney island
or maybe just to my house
lyric you in lilacs
dash you in the rain
blend into the beach
to complement my see
play the lyre for you
ode you with my love song
anything to win you
wrap you in the red Black green
show you off to mama
yeah if i were a poet i'd kid
nap you
-Cleo
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Ever watched Carnivale?
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A most angelic beast oft in my slumber calls,
On that which I surmise black endless nights will be,
When torpor beckons and my answer but rings weak,
On eves when ne'er I think the morn again to see.
In dreams as dreamt as astral dreaming ever was
Yet anchored to the earth on this my nightly bed,
Awake in blissful fancy and asleep in waking trance,
The seraphim descends along my silver thread.
Our trysts ignite Atlantis past all mortal ken,
Enwrapped in sheets and nothing, passion comes to bear.
But paradise is fleeting. Time will never stop.
The sun dispels our lust in disuniting glare.
Just once I dared to view her by the light of day.
It was a cutting, cold and perfect, reborn dawn,
Full overcast in numbing, achromatic light.
She kissed me once, then flew t'ward daybreak's lustful yawn.
A most angelic beast oft in my slumber calls,
On that which I desire red endless nights to be,
When resting falls apart and romping comes to play
On eves when ne'er I wish the morn again to see.
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