| Crayon's dipped in Pheonix fire
Posted: 6/26/2008 11:07:40 AM | Alyosha ~ awwww man.....sttoooooppppppittt......i mean really....fer cryin' out loud.....i don't know what to say, but thanx.........yeah......i'm cheezin'......lol.......stop back by with a write sometime now that you've found your way here!!...again...thank you...
Erik ~ you ever try Ritalin? ..hee...hee... | |
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| Crayon's dipped in Pheonix fire
Posted: 6/26/2008 2:30:36 PM | Come sit
Let me tell you what I know
NOTHING
As a pin falls from across the room
You hear a "thng"
Ok you can go! | |
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| Crayon's dipped in Pheonix fire
Posted: 6/26/2008 2:49:57 PM | Although I have learned much
Much is more of what I need
Through my travels near and far
I have learned that my knowledge
At max is subpar
Ive met people who can fly
Who seem to see from eagles eyes
People with a mind as beautiful
And open as a Nebraska sky
So if you run across me
In one of your adventures to
Unlock an unknown cipher
It wont be a bluff
I know enough to know
I know
NOTHING | |
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| Crayon's dipped in Pheonix fire
Posted: 6/26/2008 8:24:42 PM | ^^^in the famous words of G.I. Joe : "and knowing is half the battle"...lol...nice writes!
..from marc's thread: "Come and explore with me" ....
yes....it is a sickness...
that spreads
through your head
and every limb you've got
and you will not move
until
there's nothing left to prove
and you will not smile
until he's been gone for a long while
and you will not breath easy
without becoming a little queezy
unlearning the learned
even the "I would never" got burned
ashes to ashes
but those flowers in yonder field
can break the walls
and drop the shield
sickness cured in the beauty found
and in knowing that it all
comes back around | |
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| water
Posted: 6/26/2008 9:44:20 PM | Inspired by your poem
I am like the river
Briefly I caress those around me,
Sometimes a gentle kiss then on my way
Othertimes a rampage that wears away even granite skinned
Am I doomed to forever scar those who
Try to reach out to me
Wanting to hold me
Yet I cannot be held
How desperate I am
to pool into a pond
Peace and tranquility
Is this death | |
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| Ima Fix a Sammich
Posted: 6/27/2008 7:49:08 AM | very niice...a new perspective on the personification of water....well said......thanks for stoppin' by....please do come again!
...bringin this home from Marc's place as well....(in response to post #202, kinda)
"Ima Eat a Sammich"
okay.....so there's a start
admitting that you are but one speck in this world
is somewhat of an art
although I'm sure you're alot smarter
than the average bear
and if you're not, do me a favor
and grab that pic-a-nic basket over there :)
you can correct me if I'm wrong
darlin, but I think we're gonna need it
just got in from grocery shoppin'
and i feel down-right defeated
had to decide between a $4 box of trash-bags
and a $4 lb of some ground up meat
soooo....i decided i'd eat hamburger helper for dinner
and through my trash out in the street
maybe that'll be job security
for some other broke ass American
and with election time rolling round
go ahead....please....ask me if I care again
and please don't give me another shit-ton of info about Bush
upon posting this write I just spit
'cause if you ask me, they're all too damned rich
and therefore full of shit
the problems we have go way beyond
one single blooded american president
it's this bullshit of an excuse that we have for democracy
yeah...shit on the actual residents
so in the meantime....
i'll drive my American brand truck
made up of foreign matter
and when i go to the grocery story
i'm sure there's a foreigner somewhere
who's pockets are gettin' fatter
i'll take my Heinz 57 ass back home
and sit right still in the dark
'cause this is America, land of the lost
and they could give a shit less bout my bark
or my bite
it's a losing fight
can't cure ignorance with government cheese
so ima make a sammich
pass the mayonnaise please | |
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| crayons dipped in phoenix fire
Posted: 6/29/2008 9:09:22 AM | bringin' this home from "Old Soul's"...
I am THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM
that last hit....before quit
coming back again
stronger
still
the air that you cease
to breath
in that moment of connection
....breath out......
that one molecule of an Adam
that was left behind
no longer blind
the haze of eyes and child
that you see
as the sun creeps through the blinds
and we begin...again..within realms of time
I am
the blood that was spit on the shoes
and the bruise
that won't be there tomorrow
that reminder of yesterday
no sorrow
i am the phoenix
tears dried up in ash
i am
up
down
around
and back again
this isn't the end
it is merely the beginning | |
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| crayons dipped in phoenix fire
Posted: 6/29/2008 10:27:30 AM | Damn Ash, you swear just like the guys on my crew....need a job?...
Anyways, enjoying the writes.....
For some reason the "Amen" song by Linkin Park is flowing through this brain this morning, so I say screw it, might as well run with it....
Amen.
Tears flow from meek cheeks gazing circling skies
Succumbing to the force of those lingering whys
Drowned by the flow sometimes taken away
As the river drifts backward to those yesterdays
Smiling at the memories with the lights turned low
Breath in short gasps as those times just glow
There's fear in my heart a paralyzing scene
When the focus finds now and I'm not as I dreamed
I hide my pain well in the obvious ways
Just tryin to find the strength, for one more day...
Outside the clouds gather hiding the sun
The songs that I hear have already been sung
Rain falls a multitude of icy shards
They penetrate my flesh but soothe my scars......
On the news people killing in the names they forgot
Slow realization only when they get shot
Hate begets hate violence seems the path
It isn't religion it's more like wrath
But how can you hate someone when all their life been lied
We're all brothers here no matter skin we hide
Or beliefs found in scripts it's paper, not worth your life
When you stand the grave of your child who held the knife?
I turn the tv off and go for a walk
Mother's hand soothes and drowns out the talk
Meet my friends by the water we all have have stained eyes
Cause the human condition is just so full of lies........
..T.. | |
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| crayons dipped in phoenix fire
Posted: 6/30/2008 6:40:35 AM | the colors of my life
melt before me
melding into one
often thought
the color i'd be
pink or yellow
or orange
but with the past
lifes i have lived
the color i have
become
is the richest of
brown
warm as the earth
on a sunny day
the cool mud
squishing
between my toes
providing me
nourishment
for
tomorrow | |
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| crayons dipped in phoenix fire
Posted: 6/30/2008 6:52:52 AM | heck yeah rose....like that write....(and the feelin' of mud between my toes )
Truth
Outside the clouds gather hiding the sun
The songs that I hear have already been sung
Rain falls a multitude of icy shards
They penetrate my flesh but soothe my scars.....
loved these lines especially....killer song choice....
and thankya Mandrake, as always, for the smile and encouragement ~  | |
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| crayons dipped in phoenix fire
Posted: 6/30/2008 7:08:57 AM | This is a song by Maurice Chevalier, from the movie "Gigi"...although my girls are grown up now, they will always be "My little girls!"
Thank heaven for little girls
for little girls get bigger every day!
Thank heaven for little girls
they grow up in the most delightful way!
Those little eyes so helpless and appealing
one day will flash and send you crashin' thru the ceilin'
Thank heaven for little girls
thank heaven for them all,
no matter where no matter who
for without them, what would little boys do?
Thank heaven... thank heaven...
Thank heaven for little girls! | |
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| crayons dipped in phoenix fire
Posted: 6/30/2008 6:39:13 PM | Thunderbird ridin down the road
Tunes blastin out the windows
Just had it detailed
and I'm on my way to you
Takin the turns at 45
Yeah, I drive it like I stole it
but the b*tch is paid for
and I'm on my way to you
Fresh paint job, tuned her up good
gleamin in the sun, white walls spinnin
everyone's lookin, wantin to go for a ride
and I'm on my way to you | |
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| crayons dipped in phoenix fire
Posted: 6/30/2008 6:43:33 PM | brought this over, thought it might fit here too.
I am the night of dark,
color me
ebony
I am the night of light,
color me
ivory
I am the night of warmth,
color me
fire
I am the night of dreams,
color me
uncertainty
I am the night of death,
color me not! | |
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| crayons dipped in phoenix fire
Posted: 6/30/2008 8:07:02 PM | Render ~ Good depiction of a man on a mission bro! Lovin' the new profile pics by the way (although i'm still tryin' to get used to the sight of you with out facial hair!...don't get me wrong though, lookin good!)
Mandrake ~ loved both of those writes, hon......and then read the following over atcha fireplace (in reference to that last write)....
inspiration and insanity aren't far apart in the dictionary either!
.....couldn't agree more.... | |
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| crayons dipped in phoenix fire
Posted: 6/30/2008 8:44:35 PM | comin' from Naive's "Abstract Rhythms"
the tears that slid
down that beautiful red skin
fell here
in my hands
burning holes to my soul
years apart
but not in heart
as our father was pulled away from those fields
and skies
given different eyes
is it any wonder
that so many are lost
looking for the wrong guy
i cry
and u did too
I send hugs
across the years
in the place of tears
for you | |
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| crayons dipped in phoenix fire
Posted: 7/1/2008 8:25:54 PM | revisited....bringin' it home from "Stepping Stones in the Ocean"
distance
my wall
and window
had
wanted
many a friend
though
upon walking the field
it was later revealed...
that i would always be
cursed by what I see..
or blessed
but there's no rest
for a mined mind
blind
see
seeing
saw
all the while
never seen
at all
viewed
approved
moved
but not seen
there is no in between | |
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| crayons dipped in phoenix fire
Posted: 7/1/2008 8:27:50 PM | from "Raw and Emotionally Exposed....welcome to my world"...
pre-medicated Anxiety
do you ever step
outside yourself
only to run into yourself
trip
flip
pull your own mind's hands
from your neck
so you can stop thinkin' long enough
just to check
yourself
you ever take a pill
so you can simply chill?
what if I told you I cried
today
because something in me has died
okay
tomorrow
will be a new day
but I have to put a part of me
away
just to say what I have
and the words can't even begin to cover it
but the pills do
and when I can handle me, one day,
I'll introduce her to you
yeah.....i'm a crazy bytch
and I got an itch
so far deep down
i get lost wandering around
searching for the spot
that needs to be scratched
so...........pardon me..........................darlin
...............if i'm just a bit detached | |
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| crayons dipped in phoenix fire
Posted: 7/1/2008 8:29:42 PM | stopping for a musically inspiring break....
Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that
[repeat]
Relations
Creation
Incarceration
Determination
Equation
Humiliation
Reincarnation
Situation
Elation
Identification
Retaliation
Education
Inspiration
No substitution
Solution
Conclusion
Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that
[repeat]
Relations (Apollo had to break 'em)
Creation (A gift, a blessing)
Incarceration (What keeps you down)
Determination (What gets you out)
Equation (When they said you could make it)
Humiliation (What you feel when they say it)
Reincarnation (N-A-V)
Situation (Why we've got to sing)
Elation (Let the drummer kick, so many in need)
Identification (Gives you the right to shoot)
Retaliation (What would it do)
Education (Gives you the right to choose)
Inspiration (Is what pulls you through)
No substitution (No subsitute)
Non-inclusion (You've got to bust through)
Drug infusion (For the chosen few)
Mass confusion (When they say that they died for you)
Solution (It can take a hold of you)
Conclusion
Inspiration (Is what pulls you through)
Let the drummer kick (Inspiration)
Let the drummer kick that (Inspiration)
[repeat]
You don't even have to wait
You don't even have to wait
Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that
[Citizen Cope - "Let the Drummer Kick"] | |
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| crayons dipped in phoenix fire
Posted: 7/3/2008 6:07:02 AM | ~humility~
don't walk
on water
or
float in air
mere mortal
flawed
lifetime
make amends
correct wrongs
of past
awareness now
when at fault
make amends
sooner
rather than
later
learned
by sitting
around
the table
thich nhat hanh
taught me
breathe in/smile out
nothing i say is original
always said better
by someone else
don't weave
magic with words
but can see
(tracend: love your last line down there...think i might be a little masochisit at heart!!...honestly, i don't see humility as a bad thing...but a spiritual thing...and sometimes making amends, for me, is simply making better choices...) | |
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| crayons dipped in phoenix fire
Posted: 7/3/2008 6:20:56 AM | understanding comes in small pieces ,big chunks and sometimes so quietly
that it takes a totally unrelated moment to reveal.
what we did before understanding came caused it
sometimes that means regret
sometimes an " I told you so"
from an inner voice
Part of growth is shooting out in new directions
often thats a bad idea and correction comes
or we get stubborn stupid and keep trying
to make a bad choice change its face
that usually guarantees
egg on ours
everyone needs to keep open to the fact
that being wrong is part of the percentages
no matter how wise , it will be your turn
celebration of everyones' wins builds energy
losses are always less, when lovingly shared
fair has to make the choice .. know the difference
or humility is a masochist in the mirror | |
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| crayons dipped in phoenix fire
Posted: 7/3/2008 7:31:04 AM | Don't mind me, just drank a gallon of coffee.
Yo Ash just stopped by to give ya this paint-ball gun
A good alternative when ya don't feel like being hit on
Don't mind the riff-raff that think your their divinity
Their just lonely ass mo-fos without any decency
Wisdom?, shiiiit, I just watched Fight Club
Confucius is cross legged on my floor tellin me to light that thing up
Dalai wears a dress so who takes him serious?
If I really need altruism I'll watch Eddie Murphy's Delirious
It's raining cats, dogs, and frogs so I just extended my vacation
Thunder's rollin casting down it's invocations
I find a certain peace in the fall of heavy rain
Redneck carwash clearin away the stains
Southern girls remind me of southern comfort whiskey
Don't take it in too fast or you'll end up getting dizzy
Hang around for a while and release the beast in poetic prose
Or the paint-ball war is on, so yeah, now your in tha "know"
~R~
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| crayons dipped in phoenix fire
Posted: 7/3/2008 8:15:10 PM | Let me stain this page
with thoughts unclean
rouse the masses into a riot
and unleash them on the fakers
Tread carefully b*itches
you don't wanna f*ck with my powers
straight up liquify your mind
and feed you to my killer hamster
Push the anger onto you
cuz you just got in my way
smack the taste out ya mouth
and leave you cross-eyed for a lifetime
Ain't pullin punches today son
gonna scrape you off the sidewalk
leave you lyin in a puddle
of yer own piss and blood
Now who's next up to get served?
What, you don't want pickles on your burger?
Fine, I'll just scrape it all off
there, muther trucker, no pickles.
Feelin this hostility tonight
got to get it all out
cuz tomorrow's gonna be a good night
and I ain't havin no bad vibes
* Ash, don't let stupid f*cktards ruin your good day, that's what "Block" is for. BTW, that joke was funny as hell.  | |
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| crayons dipped in phoenix fire
Posted: 7/3/2008 8:40:28 PM | Cool write Render, have to say I'm the same state of mind....
Break Shit.
It all seemed to stop when I got the fukk up tearin minds 'n souls sometimes just explode
Let the roof cave in smile that crooked grin let the lightning flare from a frozen stare
Prepare ain't the word confess your sins, say your hail mary's cause no chance you'll win
Explode the sky let the THUNDER roll below the surface comes the blackened tone
No need to fear it'll be over quick, shit, ain't life funny when the cliche's stick?
It's raw
It's bleeding out of every pore
It leaves my teeth bared
hands begging for more
like a sore never healed
and never concealed
it's real
and I know damn rights you can feel
it's exposed like a corpse stinking in the back room
tho I find it kind of funny that I like the doom
necklace of bones sitting high on the throne
known as the barer of homicidal overtones
get gone get lost I suffer no cost
sittin high on the bleachers while I'm the center field god
ain't it odd the madness drivin through the front door
350F 5 feet off your fukking floor
Berserker roar gleaming ax but hey thats for show
got the glock, sixteen shot clip, now who was that lip for?
Shake the fvcking ground when I step down from the beast
stomp em south, north, west or fvcking east
let the skies open wide and swallow their pride I confide to the winds while energy's collide
open wide, it's a big one blot out the sun leave ya wonderin "Holy Fukk where did that come from?"
It's on
your gone
just like your daddies son
guess ya never ever really had a place to belong
it's wrong but what the fukk do I care?
It can't be helped if you got a limited stare.
..T.. | |
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