Restitution Substituion

today we Open with a haiku:

Blood
by: D'Masqued Mann

Spicy hellish slash
Scold the injured a kiss
of red liquid fear

HttGrrl Numba12: whats up beautiful
DMsqdMn17: N2M, U?
HttGrrl Numba12: oh, nothing just thinking about you
HttGrrl Numba12: ;-)
HttGrrl Numba12: can i ask you a question
DMsqdMn17: Shoot
HttGrrl Numba12: Do you really wear a mask or is that just a clever pun meant to both symbolize that your real identity is hidden and parody the many sided veils of identity that we all enshroud ourselves in day to day?
DMsqdMn17:
DMsqdMn17:
DMsqdMn17: ...
HttGrrl Numba12: ... lol
HttGrrl Numba12: :-D
HttGrrl Numba12: ...well?
DMsqdMn17: yes.

CLARIFY YOUR PREVIOUS STATEMENT PLEASE

snigger*

Trees stir, clouds become more and more impatient.

hills yawn and the sky is shifting uneasily
felled leaves sail shivering the cold and mournful river
that shimmers in beauty’s façade,
Innocence wraped in the silken petals
of foolish flowers bending over to smell their own roots
All are waiting, waiting. Waiting.

And when the restless wind comes it waits for no one
Filling them with hope and dread and remarking haughtily before it departs
Nothing lasts. Yet everything survives.

substitution cipher:

Not because Bush said something.
Not because it was on my mind.
Not because it needed to be said again
for the 12 millionth time
(and yet somehow we never hear it enough to act)
No,
Only because he asked.
Because, I guess, we're friends:

POLITICS!

And now, slip quietly into Sleep,
for tomorrow brings with her
the erotic scent of Friday.