 Friends         | hermit in the woods  pyroclastic flo: Singular Anomaly I am lonely, Without my delusion. The illusion of Other, A mirror to talk to. Everywhere I look, I see only my self. A singular anomaly, Posing in separateness My loneliness reflected, In billions of mirrors Expressions, though varied, Are always the same. Billions of personalities, With void at the core Struggling for existence, As the delusion fades. There is only One. These words are meaningless, Within that context. Who am I addressing, after all?  Sekret_Kitty: My Beloved BFF thank You soooo big for signing in we all miss you soooo much and are so happy and relieved to hear that You're doing well. i hope You are Having a great time pls stay safe out there and come back soon. i miss You sooo big  Xoxoxoxo  Evil Knievel: I gotta get going, some stuff I gotta do.. would love to talk more when im a little more collected.. good to see you again pyroclastic flo: “All great things must first wear terrifying and monstrous masks in order to inscribe themselves on the hearts of humanity.” Friedrich Nietzsche pyroclastic flo: A Captivating Story Your scars are your story, joys between the lines, The inadvertent tattoos of your heroic life, On your skin, your heart, your hands, on your face. I can read you, trace you with my fingers like braille. Inflicted beauty, a response to the strain. Grace in the battle for Truth, wearying on the path. The duress of character seeking pure expression. The white flag of surrender is your victory Your eyes confirm what I surmise. The knowledge, Revealed in them was not obtained for free. The cost is self evident, their black pupils, Are puncture wounds, deep and unhealed. Would i keep you in pain to maintain your passion? Or free you to watch you die? a caged bird released. How long can you endure? Sighs escape your parted lips. My indecision prolongs your suffering. I Am captivated.  raindrop_01: hey ...... Love hearing from you .......How about a phone call ...... Happy new year ....  bananahamburg: Was it not The lines which fell Fell but did not tell As they build their own formation glimmering in their ....omptrous and vicinity Stood the girl, innocence and all Trying to discern fact from flesh As her oracle in masculine intent Appeared before her involuntary credulaction Relaxation ensued All things, to satisfy. pyroclastic flo: Silent Witness I come into your eyes again, One of many sharing the view Residue of epiphanies, kaleideoscopic. I gain something like understanding. How odd to be what you are, If only for a moment, alien familiarity, A mythic thing, an extended spectrum. I don't wonder why you hide behind our doubt. No one ... Every one, the delineations vague. The temptation to disappear entirely, Like a blissful agony, teetering on the cusp, Tentative balance, oblivion forestalled for Love, For awareness, for sensation, for Us, For me to be peering through your eyes In that reality creating instant. What are you?, I ask my Self. Silence. (Post deleted by staff ) pyroclastic flo: The Sympathy of Love Poor little thing, All your struggling, Is to no avail. I will not release you. I bind you to Me, Flesh, Breath and Spirit. Metals can not be forged Rivaling the strength of Love. That is not cold you see, In My eyes but confidence. I sympathize with your captivity, But your freedom is Death. I Am Love. I can not Die, So you exist. I will not be alone. pyroclastic flo: Now or Never Please don't offer me "soon". "Soon" is another word for "Never". Say, instead, that it is Now, Yet unrealized, still coalescing. Coalescing from mists of dreams, The infernos of passion, The breath of desire, The pounding of the heart of Love. Please don't touch me to cause longing, I can not survive such torture. Be with me Now or be not at all. Eternity is forever in the waiting. Waiting to Be Who We already are. Waiting to Be where We already stand. Waiting for the "soon" to be Now. Waiting forever for ... you. View all 10 posts  charlie2b61: To know only the coldest moments,is to appreciate the slightest warmth,one hundred fold...KoooL. pyroclastic flo: **sings** "bottle of wine. feelin fine. when you gonna let me get sober. leave me alone. let me go home. let me go home as start over"  sixty 9 yrs of wanda: that's the ticket Flo ... get in the spirit of things ... "what shall we do with the drunken chatter ... what shall we do with the drunken chatter ... what shall we do with the drunken chatterrrrrrrrrrrr ... ear-lye in the mornin!!"  pyroclastic flo: "put him in the bed with a moderator's daughter ... put him in the bed with a moderator's daughter ... put him in the bed with a moderator's daughter. ear-lye in the morning" (Post deleted by staff ) pyroclastic flo: It's a Risk "It's a risk" he said, "to take it personally." "It's easy enough" he said,"to blend into the masses." "Blur the delineation lines of personality, "And become generic, unnoticed ... inoffensive." "The Message" he said, "is a general broadcast, "A constant Call", he said, "to those with the senses to hear" "Responding to it as an individual is always dangerous, "As you might be mad or more frightening ... accurate and chosen." "It becomes" he said, "no longer just about believing in yourself, "But more" he said "what it is about your self you believe" "And how to discern truth from dreaded hubris." "Would you confess to Being Love knowing ... it's a risk?" View all 9 posts sixty 9 yrs of wanda: well thought out and beautifully constructed as usual. these are precious few and far between but seems that's always the way with inspirations. Doc and you would see eye to eye. wanda is in total agreement of course with your thesis ... but danced around in her mind with the concept of hubris and thought "hmmm is there really such a thing .... or is hubris jus a phase on the way to understanding ... like a halloween costume that's discarded when the season's over. pyroclastic flo: Common Denominator There is a witness, Forever standing aloof, It's eye always open, watching. Only this reason for being. Grand designs and devices, Broken down into motive. Noting not judging, Waiting for the results. Abstractions of reality, Play out as color equations, Dance through the mental grid. Anticipating the common denominator. In automatic sequence, The symbols drop into place. Confirming not discovering, Answers already perceived. (Post deleted by staff ) |
Pyro i love your poems 
I'm sure you can see it,
The doubt written there,
In my face, my mannerisms.
In the way I hesitate to confess
The aberrations of my soul.
See how I laugh it off?
The wards are filled,
With strutting Napoleons,
And Christ is a babbling lunatic,
Drooling in the corner.
So if I dance oh so lightly,
On the edge of your razor,
Try to understand the intensity,
Of my constant concentration.
One slip can end my existence,
In your reality forever.