Comments on: Smarts http://www.yellow-llama.com/smarts/ Thu, 08 Dec 2011 07:16:51 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Karen http://www.yellow-llama.com/smarts/comment-page-1/#comment-433 Karen Thu, 06 Oct 2005 08:50:35 +0000 http://www.yellow-llama.com/2005/smarts/#comment-433 Blood Ties Is it hard to love? Something that should be natural Forced Efforts go unnoticed Every action criticised The same blood flows in our veins Yet strangers we are How can you compare? Why is one better than the other? Beyond my understanding But not beyond hurt Blood Ties

Is it hard to love?
Something that should be natural
Forced

Efforts go unnoticed
Every action criticised

The same blood flows in our veins
Yet strangers we are

How can you compare?
Why is one better than the other?

Beyond my understanding
But not beyond hurt

]]> By: Karen http://www.yellow-llama.com/smarts/comment-page-1/#comment-432 Karen Thu, 06 Oct 2005 07:20:26 +0000 http://www.yellow-llama.com/2005/smarts/#comment-432 The Midas' Touch Drifting through gardens Touching a rose Will it open or perish? An angel's touch A Midas touch? Simple gestures Expressed like an Emperor's command. Statues are animated And dance like fireflies. Is it an iris or a pearl? Is it a creation or a masterpiece? A second glance a golden rose. A fallen angel a broken wing? An isolated corner The garden entertains An unseen statue Still made of stone The Midas’ Touch
Drifting through gardens
Touching a rose
Will it open or perish?

An angel’s touch
A Midas touch?

Simple gestures
Expressed like an
Emperor’s command.

Statues are animated
And dance like fireflies.

Is it an iris or a pearl?
Is it a creation or
a masterpiece?

A second glance
a golden rose.
A fallen angel a broken wing?

An isolated corner
The garden entertains
An unseen statue
Still made of stone

]]> By: Karen http://www.yellow-llama.com/smarts/comment-page-1/#comment-431 Karen Thu, 06 Oct 2005 07:17:15 +0000 http://www.yellow-llama.com/2005/smarts/#comment-431 Midas sands run like tiny agitated rivers across the face of the blazen, merciless desert The Golden God wields His hot anger upon the wrinkles of the sand-blasted terrain Grain silos stand: One Two Three in a conspiring triangle The apparent coolness of the silo contrasts with the withering heat clawing at the unyeilding silos Within, the grain seeks protection, comfort Ignorant of the evil closing in Sinister hollowness, reducing space... the silos completely aware of the increasing pressure on the grain Remove every last once of their Being Like Heroes in their own time Midas sands run like tiny agitated rivers
across the face of the blazen, merciless desert

The Golden God wields His hot anger
upon the wrinkles of the sand-blasted terrain

Grain silos stand: One Two Three
in a conspiring triangle

The apparent coolness of the silo
contrasts with the withering heat
clawing at the unyeilding silos

Within, the grain seeks protection, comfort

Ignorant of the evil closing in
Sinister hollowness, reducing space…
the silos completely aware of the increasing
pressure on the grain

Remove every last once of their
Being
Like Heroes in their own time

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