Ya Krunk'd Floo's Dazzlingly Delicious Discursives...

And so begins the Age of Ya Krunk'd Floo...

He desires no recompense for his delusions and no symphony for his music.

Life, being life, is good. Help others, not just yourselves. Tolerate fools, but disregard ignorance. Laughter breeds life, but rejections of brilliance suffocate the world. Don't put up with the daily mundane...

Faith Flounder'd-Found

Oh, for faint! Oh, for flower!
Oh, for paradise in this somnolentless hour!
Twist'd turns, and moves abound...
Be still, my mind. Ship, halt! Aground!

Rocky reef and ribald runes,
Cause it's stasis, rigamort, deplumed!
And in this hole of lewd react.
Stands the preacher, hand with tract.

"Is your life moral, ground?"
"Is your truth to be found?"
"No proof have I, yet none thee need!"
"In this light, I turn! I leave!"

And in his amble, stomp, lost hope,
Did three stones see and remark, with bloat:
"Be he who they frown and cast
Forever in journey, destination pent-cast?"

"May-June be, cometh then...
Follow his truth, we three men!"
And so united, with vain profound
Did they leave their mottled mound...

Upon the out-set of their belegured Proust,
Did nothing but clod-hump, half-in-doubt.
They could not feel or remember past,
That which happen'd, night but last.

So, in this end, the man who stroll'd,
Continued on, in desire of soul.
A lonely life, full of friends...
Around the corner, lying another bend.

truly amazing stuff...very much so

Thanks. I'm in cohorts with the author who is me...what the fukuoka am I typing about? Huh? You say me, you say you.

"Some mon just deal wit' information. An' some mon, him deal wit' the concept of truth. An' den some mon deal wit' magic. Information flow aroun' ya, an' truth flow right at ya. But magic, it flow t'rough ya." - Nernelly.

You are so f*cking obvious it beggars belief. But still, damn talented 😉

To quote Cicero: "No poet or speechmaker ever thought anybody was cleverer than he."

Good stuff by the way.

Originally posted by Syren
You are so f*cking obvious it beggars belief. But still, damn talented 😉

Are you saying that it's so obviously about fish with teeth or that I had you at "Hello"?

Up & Leave

Up and leave, it's your time to go.
Spent your limit, as you said so...
"I must improve, I must get better!
I must return to Alma Mater!"

Conflicted by your life and thoughts of wealth,
I'll promise you this; to each his own is dealt.
Higher learning can bring you peace,
Or disrupt your flow with love and release.

Worry not, my friend. Go! Be better,
Good times will come again, our friendship? In letter...
Till the next, eyes, drink, talk.
Fly for your fortune, forget remorse.

it would it offend you if I said...nice

Sometimes I flirt with the mundane. It keeps me real, maaaaan.

Up Until Now

So tripp'd truth, so ran a mile,
So sank teeth, so scar'd skin'd tiled.
Broken by error, forced to remain,
Pain ceased-ceased, memory been strain.

So flipp'd through, so sought sun,
So left home, so life begun.
Rivaled the King, revelled with style,
Ach'd in the morning, Sunday-Monday like bile.

So found reason, so reach'd higher,
So moved up, so reconcilled with Sire.
Passion'd with one, fought with another,
Twist'd mind blurt: "End all your ire!"

So still stung, so chilled COME!
So asked-demanded, so refusal granted.
Take my money, give me time,
Distilling my life, a quart at a time?

So strength sapped, so free bound,
So search'd escape, so not found!
Given all I can't, given all I can,
Leave me a minute, to hold in my hand.

So can't give, so can't say,
So can't grant me? So another way?
I still have my moments, I still have my mind,
I'd just prefer to be granted a little, little time.

Up until now, I've given.
Up until now, all we've been through.
Up until now, a minute before.
Up until now? We're through.

?

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
Sometimes I flirt with the mundane. It keeps me real, maaaaan.

still good shit, if that's the thing ya like, ya like?

I like taking a shit, but I don't like fecal matter, per se...

Also, I ain't weirded-up and into frukle shib-bang-bang like admiring my Adonis in da mirror.

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
[B]Up Until Now

So tripp'd truth, so ran a mile,
So sank teeth, so scar'd skin'd tiled.
Broken by error, forced to remain,
Pain ceased-ceased, memory been strain.

So flipp'd through, so sought sun,
So left home, so life begun.
Rivaled the King, revelled with style,
Ach'd in the morning, Sunday-Monday like bile.

So found reason, so reach'd higher,
So moved up, so reconcilled with Sire.
Passion'd with one, fought with another,
Twist'd mind blurt: "End all your ire!"

So still stung, so chilled COME!
So asked-demanded, so refusal granted.
Take my money, give me time,
Distilling my life, a quart at a time?

So strength sapped, so free bound,
So search'd escape, so not found!
Given all I can't, given all I can,
Leave me a minute, to hold in my hand.

So can't give, so can't say,
So can't grant me? So another way?
I still have my moments, I still have my mind,
I'd just prefer to be granted a little, little time.

Up until now, I've given.
Up until now, all we've been through.
Up until now, a minute before.
Up until now? We're through.

? [/B]

me likes, me likes a lot....maybe you can give Feanor a few pointers at being nonsensical...lol

you, him and this OBLH guy are about the only ones that has ever done some stuff beyond the trite shit that is infested throughout....

Originally posted by NunYahBidness
what, no silly love proses??? can it be? Nah! my eyes do decieve, but no it truly is an original love poem.. unlike so many blather that goes here....

me likes, me likes a lot....maybe you can give Feanor a few pointers at being nonsensical...lol

you, him and this OBLH guy are about the only ones that has ever done some stuff beyond the trite shit that is infested throughout....

Aha! Me thinks thee thus thar arrr another kindred spirit who floats on moon beams and waddles through-in-on-over the garbage! Tis true, n'est pas? Pray tell, prithy thee...Where art thou art?

I had jus' 'bout 'nough of eyein' dis talk of bein' publish'd by the proles prattling on about "Your hair is yellow, I like jello, it wibbles and wobbles, sunsets on moonlight, oh! Darkness! Hide my face!", etc.

As the monk said, "Funk dis shit up, yo! Youse are alls jus' speakin' blah-blah!"

Oh, you're right about that Ou Be la la...He seemed on the cusp of greatness. Pity thee and thigh that spicy ain't da flava dat gets G'd here. Oh no.

Gee, thanks... my poetry, from this day forward, shall now be known as 'trite shit' 😊

Krunk, your poetry is, as ever, fantastic. I bow to your greatness eyes

I ain't all that an' a bag of chips!...Well, ok...I am...I am...

Chips droolio

Krunk clapping

See where I'm going with this? 😄

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
Aha! Me thinks thee thus thar arrr another kindred spirit who floats on moon beams and waddles through-in-on-over the garbage! Tis true, n'est pas? Pray tell, prithy thee...Where art thou art?

I had jus' 'bout 'nough of eyein' dis talk of bein' publish'd by the proles prattling on about "Your hair is yellow, I like jello, it wibbles and wobbles, sunsets on moonlight, oh! Darkness! Hide my face!", etc.

As the monk said, "Funk dis shit up, yo! Youse are alls jus' speakin' blah-blah!"

Oh, you're right about that Ou Be la la...He seemed on the cusp of greatness. Pity thee and thigh that spicy ain't da flava dat gets G'd here. Oh no.

and to quote: apes in cages, riiiiiiiiight. *snorts* 👆

😆

Originally posted by Syren
Chips droolio

Krunk clapping

See where I'm going with this? 😄

My bedroom?

NunYahBidness
to decipher this is to make me the monkey sifting through poopooh in order to find that gem of a seed....

That post had already flowered, Nun...You couldn't smell the bouquet before your nose?

and to quote: apes in cages, riiiiiiiiight. *snorts*

U rang, me tang?

Get your mind outta the gutter and dazzle us with some poetic butter...