tauanthology

Twixxy and me

This is the story about me,
me and Twixxy,
who travelled with me
all over australia past few days.

a great many ways.

Twixxy was with me where ever i went,
from the drive to sydney,
navigating in the car,
round and round sydney we circumvent,
wandering the rock,
along darling harbour,
posing at the opera house,
and hunting for the ever elusive
krispy kreme donuts
(even though twixxy was abit jealous
about all the attention given to
Krispy Kreme!)

All the way to freezing canberra,
up the snowy mountains,

whose cold we couldnt bear,

where me and Twixxy were frozen stiffed.
and the gruelling 8 hr drive to melbourne
where it rained unrelenting
on the night we reached.
Making us
wet and cold
and
cold and wet…

To the great ocean drive,
where the twelve apostles stood.
Twixxy was there
taking in the majestic sight.

When i was at Max Brenner having
a cup of hot chocolate,
venezuela dark chocolate
Twixxy was there

it wasn’t Twixxy whom i wanted here.
But you.
I wished it was you.

 
art by izzy uesd wthiuot premssiion! lol..

soemtmies i tnihk no one udnresndats me
do you tinhk its baeucse of the way i sepak?

hey ddue oevr trehe,
do you seapk my lnugaage?
ursenddant me?

semomties i feles as if i’m skepniag greamn!
why desont aynnoe utdnresndas me?

do you?

The Twelve apostles

nine they were,

strong and mighty;

sentinels of the vast unbounded sea

Nothing lasts forever.

Time and tide.

the unrelenting waves, they cant abide.

eight now endeavour

in this losing fight,

eroded devotion, devoted erotion?

No one knows their plight.

little wing

Well shes walking through the clouds
With a circus mind thats running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
Thats all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.

When Im sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
Its alright she says its alright
Take anything you want from me, anything
Anything.

Fly on little wing,
Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing

-Jimi Hendrix

As I was walking up the stair,
I met a man who wasn’t there.
He wasn’t there again today.
I wish, I wish he’d go away.
-Hugh Mearns

fwah…….mind boggling….

Here, take this blade.

Stab, where my heart lies, or between the eyes to sensationalize.

Twist, the savage barbed edged device, so in writhin agony he dies.

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For fear, this is the fate.

Pain’s severe there’s no disguise, but you will hear no sullen cries.

Tear, the blade out; hear, no dyin sighs, only glassy doll eyes in demise.

\

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aLive

I live

he doesn’t Die

\

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Here, again take this blade.

Stab, again here, make no mistake make no err, this time with a killer’s flair.

Twist, twist it harder twist it deeper! But please be aware that he doesn’t care.

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No fear, this is his fate.

Pain’s familiar, like solitude in solitaire; a marionette at the circus fair.

Through the gapping wound a fountain flows, he doesnt despair, he doesnt care.

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Not dead.

I did not die.

He cannot live.

Two Faced

    Is life a gentle, caressing breeze
    Weaving through the leaves of trees?
    Or a tumultuous gale with malice
    Tossing the boat in rough seas?

    Is life a baby’s cherubic smile,
    Utterly void of craft and guile?
    Or a wicked grin born in wile,
    Filled with cruel venom and bile.

    Is life an uplifting wind blown,
    Bent on bestowing the winning crown?
    Or a deadly mire pulling down,
    With definite design to drown?

    Does life bring joys in bundles,
    Where only easy jobs one handles?
    Or a bitter race of non-stop hurdles;
    And a hateful animosity, it kindles?

    Is life a sweet bed of roses,
    Which never a harm poses?
    Or a game one always loses
    And every exit to escape closes?

    Is life a rare delicacy
    Spiced with endless variety?
    Or a path of unfathomable mystery
    Thorned with merciless treachery?

    Life indeed is a Janus-
    With a face , fair and wondrous,
    And another, freakish and callous.
    Oh! Lord! hide the second from us!

– Pavalamani Pragasam

found tis poem off the net… tot it was reallly nice..

"For it was not into my ear you whispered,
but into my heart.
It was not my lips you kissed,
but my soul"

-from some cool dude dudette

Judy Garland

I was a little broken doll

A little broken doll i was,

dressed my wounds and fixed me up

picked me up and patched me up with love

A little broken doll i was,

tenderly recrafted with your gentle hands

moulded whole, into the diamond i was suppose

I was like a little broken doll,

till you opened up my eyes to see

the world around me.

A broken doll no longer,

no longer me; now but an effigy of me

a mirror to your image

A broken doll no longer,

your puppet on strings

your lovely marionette on his six string

No longer a little broken doll

The faceless face

Time ticks by
as i sit here
frozen in deep thought.
you heave a sigh

blink of an eye
still frozen in thought
giving you that faceless face.
you seem to cry

flew time fly
still giving you the faceless face
not sayin a word.
your heart seems to die

good bye
not sayin a word.
staring at my faceless face.
I was wrong wasn’t I.