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Posted: 6/7/2008 12:36:28 PM | "glass full of love turned to empty cup
say good-bye and walk away.......head up"
"have love will travel"
cup overfilling,
drink up water's spilling
smiles growing
and glow is showing
tables set, and guests invited
yet didn't come, feels spited
carry on withput, seed yhe grail
til tomorrow comes with pounded nail
would you collect the blood that'll fall
smile now with me and after it all
you know I am, always near
my voice just listen you'll hear
well travel sounds nice, let us begin
throwing rocks at your window, you say when | |
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Posted: 6/7/2008 12:37:22 PM | over my shoulder the water crashing down
and background illuminated in greens
sun shining down from behind the trees
warm air breeze, and clear water
"the plunge being taken
breath held....eyes closed
coming up for air, there we are
nose to nose"
two heads above water
eyes locked together
hands pull closer
then you turn to swim away
swimming after you i chase
caught and pulled close,
two heads above water
breathing as one
arms wrapped together
feet paddling underneath
lost in your lips | |
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Posted: 6/7/2008 12:39:35 PM | a man in an iron suit walking
came upon a monarch butterfly
they recognized eachother
and the man spoke
"your colors are so beautiful,
it's good to see you again"
"Can you rest here with me now, we'll sit by the edge of the river and dream again"
the man's motion's seemed abrupt, and forceful
he had been wearing that suit for a thousand years
it had become him
the butterfly said not a word,
the man began to speak again
"I have seen those who you have blessed,
some still dizzy from a visit many years befor,
I can see why they all love you"
the butterfly took her shape as a woman,
and sat by the river's edge next to the man
there they sat, as if they had known
and loved eachother for a thousand years
"you know I have never understood those you pick,
some curse you,
theylre vulgar, and vain
and they've drained the colors from you
more than once befor
stomp, beat you and
I come after taking them once again . . . "
" . . . it seems that they've almost finished you this time,
and you seem lost upon they're lies, again
many men it will take,
shedding they're lives upon this blade
for the life to return to you fully again,
have you thought that it might be time to stay,
you and I should build our home,
rather than fan this flame"
the man, and woman looked at one another
with only love they spent the day in each others arms
in their eyes was a thousand years of understanding, love stories,
roads traveled
that had overcome all kinds of abuse, and pain
the man's steel had hardened brilliantly,
and next her it
reflected all colors of the sun
in inumerable ways | |
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Posted: 6/7/2008 12:40:06 PM | Back from Deployment
"Hi, is Mason awake?"
'Yes, Hi, he's right here, you want to talk to him?'
"Yeah, please"
'ok, Mason your Dad's on the phone!, how are you?'
"Good, and yourself?"
'I'm good, here he is'
Hi Dad (I can hear him panting, and coming down from fighting with his brother)
"Hey Bud, whattaya doing? Having a good night?"
Yeah Dad, just playin with Danny
" Are you going to be awake for awhile, or are you going to bed soon?"
I don't know "ask your mom"
Mom, am I goin to bed soon
'no, you can stay up and talk'
(he starts making fart sounds into the phone)
"Oh, Yeah, what if I show up at your house, and squeeze ya"
(this goes on for a while, back and forth)
(I'm coming around a corner couple blocks from the house in the rental car, about 930pm)
(pull in ''they're" driveway, get out and start walking up the stairs)
(knock, knock) (the door opens)
Mason look who's here,
(he's still talkin on the phone to me)
Step in the house, and that little five and a half year old boy jumped up six feet into my arms, for fifteen minutes of hugs and kiss's, wonderin just what the hell he was gonna do now that I was here.
steppin on my foot,(its game we play to see who's faster). coming back for another hug, and kiss. | |
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Posted: 6/7/2008 12:48:10 PM | Hey thought I'd take the time to explain the rules of wiffle ball
You get a plastice ball, and a plastic bat,
You find a large backstop area, of a baseball or baseball diamond, Any fence two or three foot taller than the players will work fine.
Two man teams works best,
Ya start by ponting out whats going to be what:
Hitter faces the fence about 20 - 30 or so feet away
Pitcher stands at least 10 feet away from the batter
Outside the fence poles is foul, can still be caught for an out,
Over the fence is three outs,
rollers in the grass tha t don't get picked up, or bobbled, befor they stop are singles.
Home Runs are straight shots to the lower section of fence, keeps the palyers sharp!
Doubles are flies that hit the second section of fence, respect the hit . . . not too much though!
Tingers off the top pole are Grand slams, they CAN NOT go over the fence, or have to bounce back in.
Triples are the upright poles on either side of the pitcher.
Ghost men Count !!!
No Gloves
Three outs, and change sides . . . .
Contact for any further clarification needed | |
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| stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 6/7/2008 12:49:21 PM | yes these writes are about you
you don't need to ask
you see
I've built many castles
on the edge of the beach
I've watched them washed by the tide
battered by changing winds
each one pulling something
some part of me, that
I didn't want to lose
Thought I should throw down a few
that will remain in place
that might stand
through changes in the weather
maybe they'll be found
two thousand years from now
and they'll ask what grand culture
built such places of beauty
and you'll know that
it was just some a$$hole
with a hammer, and chisel
if you know that these are rightfully yours
then feel free to walk out on these rocks | |
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Posted: 6/7/2008 1:37:06 PM | I think you really started something here.... as you said, "feel free to post in any manner that expresses what your trying to say".
Here goes....about dreaded desease Alziemhers
Memory pictures rips and tears, frame now coming to a jagged edge, now fading, scratched, worn, battered by stormy realities of life's real realities snuffs out that wonderful imaginative brain, draining something quite beautiful away, no chance of escape, no cure, just blank expression, nothing going on inside, memory wiped completely away, body functions shutting down, the light goes out! | |
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| stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 6/7/2008 4:15:59 PM | Sometimes we discover things of the heart, mind and soul.
People tend to dig deeper into themselves.
They sail a bit further then ever before.
Discovering that two different worlds exist yet both worlds can relate.
Each finding stepping stones within their own depth.
New territory to be explored things are discovered and a web of emotions are presented.
The surreal surroundings around them become obsolete as they cross barriers.
Archaeologists of the heart as they dig to explore the unknown of each other.
Two worlds collide yet subside as one when they are complete.
They allow time to stand still revolving around their worlds.
Obsession leads to discovery that never stops.
Being scared of what comes next.
A passion without regrets, no limit, bound two evolving as one.
One time, one place.
Two people, two worlds meet.
A journey together that merge to form one.
Gravitation pulls. Life is a canvas.
Nothing but a brush of hope and luck, not to mention fate.
Not any brush of course, more than just a nickel and a dime.
But that special brush that withstands time. | |
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Posted: 6/7/2008 8:06:29 PM | CandleGlow8 ~ that was something else, i read it about five times. Broke it apart word by word, slow and hi speed. Guess i had too much coffee, but i liked it. Checked your other stuff out on your website. Really liked Fate, Light of Life, and Love. Hope that you find peace with what your going through.
Visual ~ I can stop checking the obituaries, Nice write, and all I can say is thank you, without you most of this thread wouldn't be here. Step in as often as you'd like! | |
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| stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 6/7/2008 8:13:21 PM |  Eyes some steppin' stones of mine maybe you may like! Great thread by the way! I am feelin a little blessed tonite...found out I can do something this summer that I really wanna do...and friendship is the reason and love is the answer! 
Something lit my eyes in the sky
you looked at me a different way
I answered with a goodbye
still can't say the reason ...why
Illusions felt like memories still
I had to know which one I feel
Once upon a time they gleamed
Someone said "no ones to keep"
She sits alone in the garden
holding roses of her own pardon
for the love of which is gone
sings her heart...a sad sad song~! | |
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Posted: 6/7/2008 8:23:28 PM | a thorn in my palm
infected
swollen
another reminder not to give roses
a memory in my conscious
haunting
painful
another reminder not give self
a hangover in my bowels
churning
nauseating
another reminder to let it go
enjoyin your thread Eyesky | |
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Posted: 6/8/2008 12:55:44 AM | well will wonders never cease to be!!! i'm gone some 30 hours and return to find you've built a house!!!!! Huzzah!!!!!
"you see
I've built many castles
on the edge of the beach
I've watched them washed by the tide
battered by changing winds
each one pulling something
some part of me, that
I didn't want to lose"
lovely, simply lovely...... yes, you MUST keep writing, writing, writing, writing, you have a powerful voice that sings jazz and rock, rap and classical with facile ease!!!!
encore, el divo, encore!!! ( i can't speak italian, so i'm sure that is the wrong qualifier but you get the gist of it, right???) | |
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Posted: 6/8/2008 6:40:18 AM | Feel the breath, breathe
upon your neck as you sleep
sweet caressing of hands
sweeping the bangs away
whispering "I Love You"
kissing the cheek
Peaceful the waves sound!!!! | |
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Posted: 6/8/2008 8:20:26 AM | The rain has stopped leaving a muddy mess
Such a pleasure to see i must confess
Wont you come out and play with me?
Lets make mud pies as we stare at the blue skies
Or how about down by the sea?
Bring a bucket, bring a shovel
Sand castles a bound
Waves crashing all around
Lets splash in the sparkling ocean
The graceful movements of our motions
But please wont you come out to play with me? | |
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Posted: 6/8/2008 11:21:53 AM | pull up a rock and have a seat
we have this moment in time to say what we must
tomorrow is not ours
we will have forever
nothing of today will ever change
close you eyes
feel me ... feel you
without touch
I feel you
feel me
be filled
be satisfied
be whole
be happy
know peace | |
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| stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 6/8/2008 12:44:42 PM | You guys are great. Thanks for stopping in here.
moon light glows orange
behind passing clouds
dark night shines
tracing the stars
have to learn their names
if we're going to hang out here
peaceful night, even with so much going on
peaceful daydream | |
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Posted: 6/8/2008 1:03:53 PM | Night Sky ............
To be on a ship
so far out you can not see the shore,
night has you in her hand
no lights from the land reach across the waters to you
shut off the light on the ship
for just a little while
long enough to see the stars
come alive in the sky
Laying on the cushions
the sky moves every so slightly
it fills with more stars than it can hold
then it starts, the light show of the ages.
Feel so small lieing there
the vastness of it all
empowering somehow
It changes everything
Like recharging batteries
take time to see the stars
to see the clouds
view the vastness
Be a part of
protector of
advocate for
Lover of
our world.
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Posted: 6/8/2008 3:24:45 PM | my brain hasn't been used for much good this weekend....although I HAVE mastered the art of drinking my beer while laying on my stomach (DON"T get any ideas on that one...i'm talkin bout layin out in the sun!)....sooooo this is short...
I
walked
on
an
ocean
stepped
sorted
slept
dreamt
of
you | |
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| stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 6/8/2008 5:44:32 PM | Swimming out to the island
its seclusion is welcoming
I shed all constraints
peeling off clothes and shedding all angst
under a tall palm i squat
pull a spliff out the ziplock
and send smoke signals to Father Sky
drifting off in tranquility
I chase the clouds
and find myself.
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Posted: 6/8/2008 9:47:56 PM | SilverSwan ~ Did you call me hussy? Nice writing! Thank You
Lunar ~ enjoying your perspective, and excellent writes!
mmmmy ~ thanks,
Hammy ~ excellent writing
Visual ~ it's really good to see you back!
Lucky ~ i think those were great, glad you had space to write those, Please come again, and again.
Ash ~ that was great! Did she call me a Hussy? | |
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Posted: 6/8/2008 9:58:15 PM | . . . . a kiss . . . .
do you ramble when your nervous
would a kiss get you to stop talking
is there so much to say
or is it that we're so far apart
that something has to fill the space
words, and a voice that can't be reached
kiss sent with each breath
can you feel that
when I dream of you tonight
will you know
will you feel my arms around you
will a kiss make you comfortable here | |
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Posted: 6/8/2008 10:37:53 PM | Born.
As the blood
in slow descent
leaves a trail
one would never behold
the significance
the pure nature
as it takes hold
becomes the tear
by which
we have
all
died.
Yet we live, on purple clouds
seclusion the cold remedy
failing the child that gazed wishing, hoping
we where all,
at one point
what the sky made us believe
there we flew
there we lived
Now I bind the silver gaze
the moment of my unity
to their hate
just
so I can fall
just so
they understand
I really didn't mean my life
With utter abandonment they would accept my knees
that my blood
flow
but I still feel my hearts war
why would you take me?
the answer comes
when they gave to me in return for my torment
a cup
asking me
to fill it
with the blank pages
of my worth.
..t.. | |
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| Golden Arm
Posted: 6/9/2008 7:01:14 AM | Hi everyone, Loved all of your poems, and eyestothesky, you rock man very inspirational writing, I'm glad you started this thread. I haven't written anything I could consider a poem in over 30 yrs but I've always been able to write anything else. I didn't know what was holding me back but something surely was. I wrote one last night that I liked and I would appreciate any comments on it from you more experienced writers. I will be writing more but for now;
On my porch
the fading light of day
dreams of night
the mountains painted
with light and shadow
in soft pastel colors
dusty dirt roads
stretch from mountain
to mountain
across the valley floor
in straight lines
a signal to God
we are here
my gardens
glowing in the evening
freshly watered
and content to sleep
as the light fades away
the same light
paints my arm golden
as it glows too
I'm in awe
of the perfection
I'm a part of | |
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| Golden Arm
Posted: 6/9/2008 7:40:53 AM | Should I leave them here?
Words can say so much.
Hide so much when not spoken
Can't give them life
Breathe!
Calm the burning fire
Least it burns your fingers
When you want to touch
Don't touch.
What was it like?
That first kiss?
Expectation
Anticipation
a hundred lives
in the mind
a hundred ways
for you to be mine
only in time.
Not this time. | |
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| Golden Arm
Posted: 6/9/2008 8:08:34 AM | What a beautiful thread my friend...it makes me so glad to see your talent in one place...
the ocean...
she is a woman
she is mystery
man still tries to understand her depths, her vastness
so difficult to comprehend
she is beautiful
no matter where she lies she sparkles, opalescent
reflecting daylight, nights and skies
she is brazen
the ways she touches knowing all the parts of you, in and out
so intimately flowing
she is strong
she’ll catch you off guard, rip your feet from under you
take you down, take you deep
she is real
she is wetness, damp with salty tingling
her neons a bright vivid relief
she is fickle
she is water, she will trickle through your fingertips
an indomitable tease
she is healing
her songs bring you peace, her arms will lift you up
carry all your secrets
this woman
she cannot be held or bound
she is spirit, she is sound
she is darkness, she is light
she is ebb and flow of tides
she is everything you want
she is everything you need
she is everything you despise
because you will not ever own her, conquer her, know her completely
because she talks to your soul, inflames you, seduces you, gives to you
then takes from you, you want her so and
she wants you
she is so frightening
she frightens herself
she reminds you of your smallness, your weakness
until
you become that Greatness, that Sailor who would navigate her
intent to know her, learn her soul
her spirit wrapped
in fluidity
then
she will open up brilliant to you, illuminating in wet
her delights, her promises, her treasures, her hells
show you all that makes her an aquatic well
she desires that you do just that
and when you do, you’ll find
that she has become
your ultimate
oceanic
woman | |
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