The Community Writing Project

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Lacking we be

Our minds are dry
Our dreams are plain.
I think we shan't
post here again.

Life has consumed
the imagination --
leaving ver;
bal constipation.

There is more
to be seen,
than words we use
to build a dream.

I am no better ...
these words are terse.
No word at all
Is even worse.

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

A hippie's silent prayer

Wrap me in your willows
and we two shall weep as one;
wistfully swaying --
for all the sorrows of the world
and all the beauties of existence.

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Imagine if: All humanity was but one soul

It is my hope in the future to develop random "Imagine If:" postings. Enjoy, and if you don't, Richard will eat your babies.

Imagine if: All humanity was but one soul

Everyone you ever met would have your soul, your spirit. Everyone who has ever lived, or will ever live, was and will be a metaphysical you. Think about it, all of history would be you interacting with yourself on every level. You would be responsible for all past atrocities; all glorious victories; all redeeming moments. Every murderer is you. Every lover is you. Every shopkeeper is you. Every baby is you. Every stranger is you. All of humanity is but one soul; a soul that has been in every past life, is in all current lives, and will be in all future lives. You are both the asshole and the guru, the scum and the friendly. But so am I.

Monday, December 19, 2005

i have enabled everyone to be admins, so if you guys want to invite people to join us, you can. sorry i didnt do it earlier
josh

Sunday, December 18, 2005

A Walk in Acapulco

Josh you inspired me to write one just so I could have another post. I think it turned out well. Much better then fresh monkey poo thrown on your new white suit anyway.

The crest of the hill
Far down below
The ocean crawled up the sand
Watching the people

The lanes of traffic
Outside my window
A flash of red between the grey
Crossing the street

The forest of houses
Far down below
She pulled my body by my hand
Dodging the people

The rise of the cliffs
Far across the ocean
Lit by spotlights and fires
Awaiting the jumpers

The smell of the sea
From down below
Warm air of anticipation
Overwhelmed by it all

The whisper of her voice
Close nearby, Alerted
The final walk of the diver
Oceans only lover

The look of darkness
Reclaiming the air
She led me away back up the hill
The spectacle was over

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Chupa What?

Eyes burning
Passion Fear Love
Focus of a single thought
Intent Content

The hunt
Prey alone
Cold Red Delicious

Crunchy

CHUPASALSA

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

A haiku for the masses

My hand is tingly
A stranger beckons my junk
ejaculate now!