Glib´ber`y a. 1. Slippery; changeable. My love is glibbery; there is no hold on't. - Marston. 2. Moving easily; nimble; voluble. Thy lubrical and glibbery muse. - B. Jonson.
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Monday, November 29, 2010
Pomplamoose Deck the Halls
Here is some more Pomplamoose. Find at http://www.twitter.com/Pomplamoose
Monday, November 22, 2010
Defeated
I yield in acrimonious defeat my debate for fulfillment. I give up on the dreams of Love. I reject the flowery descriptions of happiness. Only disappointment reigns. I ridicule the expectations of satisfied living. Only an uphill disaster awaits.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
In Pieces
I feel devastated, simply. One line, in flames. Leave me, I fail. Somber days in shadows prevail. It's a long way back.
Labels:
devastation,
failure,
glibbery,
hopelessness,
poem,
poetry
Monday, November 15, 2010
Words
I didn't know it came so close to make the most of a quiet conversation. Lovely intonations, near perfection.
Labels:
glibbery,
Let The Right One In,
poem,
poetry,
scene
Friday, November 12, 2010
Wounded
Creature on a mission. Lost in Love simulation. Grand feeling plunging deeper. Knife in sharp relief.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Ravenous
Grave in justice I come to you in need. Worm me dearly I come inside of you. Grand desperation in a million miles lost. Lastly it says it loves me, but inside it hates me so.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Hello!
Hello in Hell in a painful swell. I see you, but invisible it moves. Away from the desperation. Love, Oh Love of mine. Share my desperation in a minute of frustration. Carve me in your arms.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
In Love
Drawn together for a secret intimacy. Simple words fill their empty needs. Close in the chill air of a classic winter.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Sense it...
Sense it. Feel it. Itiching just under my skin. A tingle for a touch. Simple satisfaction of a one touch. I wish for no more, for I ache divinely. Let me sense you at least care I am near. Comfort is hard. I can't wait for a wish granted, but you keep your distance.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Let The Right One In.
I'll readily admit that much of the interest in Let The Right One In was related to the buzz surrounding the 2010 remake starring Chloe Grace Moretz. I decided I wanted to watch the original Swedish film first. I have never been much a fan of horror films, but this one quickly became something more than that. The chilling atmosphere of the perpetually snowy Swedish winter only amplyfied the chills from watching the torment of a 12 year old boy at the hands of bullies, the cool approach of a killer as he bled his victims, and the implications attached to seeking comfort with an eternally young vampire. It's a downward spiral towards a life of violence in exchange for friendship, love and security.
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