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[Redpyramidhead]

Another one. Hope it's enjoyed. PEACE


Outerwoven

by

Myself

Woven juxtaposition
real or imagined awakenings an enigma between textures
Yin and Yang
burrow deeper into eachother
double spiral in orgasm enraptured
the song she sang

Onto the next level
woven juxtaposition of awakenings
imagined therefore real enigmas and devine questions between textures
the Yin and Yang
burrow deeper still into eachother inside out outside in
double spiral orgasmically enraptured
the songs we could sing

The trees become silhouettes of their shadows
the shadows realized
materialized with ethereal
metaphysical eyes
beyond dimension
yet somehow you are still the wind that breezes through them
Lead to opposite ascension

~real therefore imagined~
~imagined therefore real~



Copyrighted Mark Skinner 2004


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[Piggle_humsy]

This makes me go , I think it's just a little to kinda manic for me to handle, Its good in that way though, but seems very manic to me.

[Redpyramidhead]

Is that constructive criticism? I'm just curious. I've never been told whatever it is you are saying in those words before. My poem is too "manic"? I'm just curious whether it's constructive criticism or the other kind because I am totally open to both, for very important reasons, but if you think that could help me improve somehow, I would like to know what you mean exactly.

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[Piggle_humsy]

Me help you Improve! Ha! Unlikely seeing as I am Inferior to you Mr.red!
I'm not really sure quite what I meant, I just know it wasn't meant to be taken badly, It's just as I read it in my head it was sorta sped up and crazy and I just felt it seemed to be 'manic', this was the only word that seemed to describe it for me, I dunno.... Maybe it's just beyond my simple mind.
It is very good and complex.
Intertwining of people.

I liked it, It just came across as 'manic' to me.

Sorry I have just rambled and explained nothing really.

Piggle
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[Lost_myth]

I think there's no need for improvement. It's beautifully written. Although I do wish you would continue with this section, I'm in love with it...


"The trees become silhouettes of their shadows
the shadows realized
materialized with ethereal
metaphysical eyes
beyond dimension
yet somehow you are still the wind that breezes through them
Lead to opposite ascension"

It's really horrifyingly beautiful, I some how wish you'd write a romantic horror poem. It really reminds me of like a science....mmm.. I guess I'm in love with trees?