| stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 6/14/2008 9:03:01 PM | | thank you so much tropicalgrl1, I'm writing these things on the spot and posting them fresh from word pad. I'm actually going to the Springs tomorrow its a real place that I truly love, wish you could go too. I love your writings, they are beautiful too. | |
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Posted: 6/14/2008 9:22:10 PM | Tropical I'm glad you steppping up to handle the wheel. The rest of us lost it awhile ago. The Mariner's are down by two in the eighth. | |
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Posted: 6/14/2008 10:20:54 PM | Laxskiik
She lays in silence
Listening to the sounds
Of the early morning
The clock ticking
The furnace humming..
Snuggled in her cocoon
Of rumpled blankets
Her mind is not at rest
And she searches inside
For her sanctuary
There among the plants and ferns
She wanders
Feeling the softness
Of the moss
Beneath her feet
Ahead, she sees the sunlight
Streaming through the cedars
Like ribbons
It still amazes her
How magical and alive
The forest is in the early morn
Above her
Raven calls out
In one of his many voices
It reminds her
Of the sound of water
Falling into a pond
The fragrance
Of the ocean air
Reaches her
As she comes to an opening
And walks out upon
The sandy shore
The tide is low
And out to the north
An eagle
Circles in flight
She waves at him
Laxskiik
Soaring and dipping
Against the morning sky
Her heart smiles
She turns over
And drifts off to sleep. | |
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Posted: 6/14/2008 11:06:45 PM | luvin' the thread eyes...and watcha gonna name the kitten anywayz?
Riding in silence
windows down
tunes tuned out for the evening
mind tuned into believing
that the air I breath
is all I need
for just a moment
I didn't own it
it owned me...
and the muscles tense
from what has happened since...
finally let go
loosened my grip on the steering wheel
I didn't know
that I had become so uptight
and don't correct me if I'm right
but the moon is the most beautiful friend that I know
and it's with me wherever I go | |
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Posted: 6/15/2008 1:33:48 AM | Sometimes i forget how much of me is in and of my work
how the simple things i do are as much a part of a reflexive response
as any thought out stream of logic.... the flow of flow
the crisis of nightly near panic as adenaline fuels the speed
balancing the critical ,ER, OR , ICU .. a dance with a music of data
making simple fluids tell their story, the break down of broken down
seems dry til you realize ..each piece is part of a life
and the people crying across the hall
shouldn't have to remind you
somehow the sound always does.... | |
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Posted: 6/15/2008 3:33:35 AM | Northern Spirit ~ thanks that was a great write, I looked up Laxskiik to see what it was, lol, looks like a really nice place, I'll try to check it out someday
Salty~Thanks for coming, and thanks for the compliment. Your always welcome
Transcend~Makes me happy that i get to work in the field : ) Someday maybe I'll be up there where you are, but for now we work out of mud puddles . . . when we're lucky. Nice write, thank you.
Ash~You know i think your great, and i liked that one alot. i don't have a name for the kitten yet, couple few pop into mind - itchy - pain in the - stink - you have any suggestions?
Visual ~ Thanks for coming by, and scratching yourself. How far did you get in Guitar Hero
Hammy~Thanks for the write, I liked it just forgot to say something , liked it alot ok.
Tropical~Great writing, thanks for coming around here,
You are all always welcome | |
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Posted: 6/15/2008 9:27:41 AM | walking the sand
water tickles my feet
as the ebb and flow
continues
bending down
touch a shell
wonder the life
it has lived
kelp strewed
up on shore
a world of sandflies
feeding
then i discover
a piece of glass
edges worn by the
water and sand
so smooth
i'll put that one in my pocket | |
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Posted: 6/15/2008 10:13:00 AM | eyestothesky, I love the name of this thread. Laxskiik is one of the crests of my tribe of people.. ( Tsimshian), translation is eagle crest. My roots are from Lax kw'alaams. A place on the upper northwest coast of B.C in which I still consider home.
Awareness
Waves
upon the shoreline
feed my soul
soothing
present moment
no thoughts
grounded
being
breathe deep
turn inwards
a balm
so magical,
it fills me
Imagine
oneness,
Infinite
eternity. | |
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Posted: 6/15/2008 11:20:16 PM | slippery slopes
keep your
mind together
lest it be taken
can't speak now
i'm up in a minute
only if you're lucky
do you know what that means
we can do this without speaking
you see us standing and you saw us
working and practicing and working to get here
luck doesn't last as long as hard work, heart pushes all
being clever doesn't last to much farther than highschool
doesn't work at all unless you want to continue to be fooled
the only thing that showing with your smart as s comments is how much
that you don't know, were you foolish enough to think that i was the only one
that you only had to take me? that i would walk out into the trap alone, or walk out
can you see when you look in their eyes that they can see through you,
that this game is only revealing you, with each curse i walk farther
away from your side, that the lies come further into the light
that this cosmic joke and your bullshyt will only get you
so far. that the student won't surpass the teacher
and that you're both full of shyt, and I'm not
the only one who can see, look up and
pretend, look up and pretend
look up and pretend, look
up and for how long
will you pretend
only fooling
yourself
slippery
slope | |
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Joined: 2/11/2008
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Posted: 6/15/2008 11:31:43 PM |  slippery slope ....
only goes as far as the brakes
hit the skids and slide on in....
mama always said...
you can't lose much skin....
mind is easy...love is hard!
Skin makes it sadder...
poetry makes it harder
Kinda like a rufffff world...
heh?
Shit sucks ....
when ya get older!
lol  | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 5:46:13 AM | Meat for your eye
watching my brother crawl down the neck of a bottle
till all that shows is his as$.. I saw that in the mirror
once was all it took,
ok thats a lie, the kind that
gets pulled from your lips
by a strong ego and a weak memory or both
learning how many times it takes to be foolish
isnt ever a count, its more accountable
once you decide to be
ive seen myself letting selflessness slip into
self serving while crashing into selfishness.
there's an accident with more than one victim
unfortunately few of them are strangers
some even look like you in the light, a lot.
who pays what cost is so seldom easy to untangle
when the price is spread among years and tears and
yet you know, if you think about it..you know..
does it matter enough to change anything
How we grow isnt some kind of esoteric mystery
written by beings from another plane ..or boat
we either figure out some small part of it or
we slide down the wet spot to wherever the
ignorant hide from the picture they paint
just by living | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 10:46:20 AM | | Transcend ~ I liked that a lot. You're a well written, and thought out writer. its good to see that soomeone else see's that its not 'all a box of chocolatels' | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 2:04:15 PM |
How we grow isnt some kind of esoteric mystery
written by beings from another plane ..or boat
we either figure out some small part of it or
we slide down the wet spot to wherever the
ignorant hide from the picture they paint
just by living
Transcend as always you get me in the gut…
I remember those times
seeing his eyes, his red eyes, his red eyes
medicated to the point of deafness
I couldn’t find him and he couldn’t see me
so blinded by the fog of chemical intoxication
I couldn’t help him, couldn’t help him, couldn’t help him
and my Grandmother’s lines keep ringing, ringing, ringing
“show me who you walk with and I’ll tell you who you are…”
and I was going down, down, deep down, deeply
getting sucked in, getting sucked dry
survival is sometimes a selfish thing
but to get what I really needed
I had to say it
goodbye
goodbye
goodbye | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 3:04:26 PM | stepping stones in the ocean....
She flounders, slips, gasps for breath under the ocean waves
Memories flicker, fade quickly
She struggles to be.....
She closes her eyes to sleep
She feels the stones beneath her feet
She steps one two three,
She is free...
She survives the raging tides...
The magical, mermaid life... | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 5:11:51 PM | just a repost
started out with a blank piece of paper
drew a line, then another
two blue streaks that would become the sky
another hand showed up and began
yellow handprints became the sun
back and forth earth and sky
were formed in those few short days
a picket fence, a horse barn, and a dog
grass, and sailing sea
somewhere we left the paper, and began painting into each other
somewhere we looked up and didn't look back down
sometime during that you kissed me and kept on
and i kissed back and kept on
somewhere the whole world looked small
and the dreams again looked like they could be
somewhere the world started to feel real again
and the every day became bearable to get your voice
sometimes brush strength is outrageous
and intoxicating and sometimes the tides try to
tear the castles down
realize
that this is here
the way it was built and
it won't fall
the painting's that are the ceiling's and wall 's
still glow as fresh as the first day and
the colors will pop out as the fumes die down | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 5:22:28 PM | repost
sitting in the grass
you lay back against me
and we watch the falls rain down
lying silent just feeling
your skin against mine
fall asleep in the grass under the sun
wake with you wrapped up in my arms
in the mid afternoon, baked from the sun
my breath on you neck,
wrapping you tighter
and pulling you in
kiss the back of your neck and fall asleep again | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 5:25:41 PM | Love Four
Tell me what your dreaming, under moon light, and streetlights,
glow through the window, shadows
fended off by candle flames, your
head rests on your pillow, eyes illuminated with love,
your smile is so peaceful, and I lay down
next to you, my heart rests in this moment,
tell me, can you feel me, as I breathe in,
the warmth of your skin, cheek to cheek,
along to kiss your shoulder, what dreams fill your mind
a House, Children, the Sea, something I said, or Just this Night
I lay back, and stare at the swirls on the ceiling, listen
to the song on the radio,wondering
what of tomorrow, what of tonight, Every inch
of my body wants yours, my
arm around yours, across your chest, in this
night, and I keep drawing my lips, against your skin, along
the middle of your back, to your hip, to the crease at the
top of your leg, what dreams, fill your head this night, love,
where is your tomorrow, can I come,
tell me | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 5:26:43 PM | sometimes i stand naked
exposed to the world
my scars and sags and sin...
why must i do that
again and again?
searching for
deeper meaning
connection
a thread...
mindlessly
i lay bare
in the cold air
wondering...
what in the hell
am i doing | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 5:34:46 PM | Tropical ~ that was a most awesome write, thanks for putting it here!
Truly ~ Welcome, thanks you, and come back soon
Rose ~ What do you drink? It sounds like we have to cheer you up! | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 5:37:48 PM | Day Trip
a fifty foot section of sidewalk
that we stumbled across a few blocks
away from Quincy Market
at first we didn't know why we were there
a few steps, and a few more
and it started to become clearer
started to read the notes,
and the plaques, flowers
a couple of concrete blocks
more and we stepped inside
under different cirncumstances
you could describe it as Beautiful
but what do say next to a
hundred thousand names etched in glass,
just a consuming awe
the Glass reached how high?
Six Stories? Names about six inches each?
wow, didn't expect to walk into that
We head off,
a little more solemn
24 dollars,
full tank,
day in Boston,
8 hours left
and 400 miles home
Where to?
let's get on the subway,
walk down the steps,
get our tickets
it'll be here in a minute
gotta shake that from my mind
a grin crosses my face
low on funds, is it worth it?
One Large Black
We get on, and the doors close
feet take hold of the board
move hips a little to get ready
to catch this wave
Hands, or No Hands?
haven't been here befor
One hand hanging on takes me off balance,
so No Hands
hit Light Speed in about 6 seconds,
on that Steel Board, Riding that Steel Wave!
Hah, I'm Riding This One Out!
I look over to see the guy Sitting Below, Where I Stand
Seems to be Questioning My Logic
Hmm
Cherry!
Maybe Your Right
So, I open the lid, and embrace
the Burn on my tongue.
Close the lid, and continue My Ride
Two Stops, and Out
Couple a Steps Down the Block
and Into Cheers,
Hey Where's Woody? | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 5:44:10 PM | repost-it note
cabin car
quiet and away from the hectic pace of the train
busboys, men, women, and little boys
checking luggage "did i bring that, shaking
sleeping husbands . . . . hey did I bring that"
Hats pulled over eyes, grunting "I don't know baby look and see"
junior runs by chasing his new friend with a water pistol
and tommy walks out of the bathroom zipping his fly
i take your hand, and pull you away
squeezing by the meal cart
and away from the others
feel the smile that's in the air, that if anyone acknowledged
then it would be gone.
In all the commotion, everyone feels it
as it fills the air,
down the hall to the cabin i'm taking you with me
leaning to kiss your lips
no one is coming
our eyes are open checking anyway
kissing like you feel it in a dream
the ones you remember and know you will
that you don't want to stop
outside the cabin car, against the door
reach behind you, and slide the door open
sign posted 'do not disturb', shade rolled down | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 5:47:04 PM | moving sale
i'll tell you a secret
when you're ready to go
the paintings done
full with pain suffering
death fall and rise
last night I wanted to tell you just how much it was you
that I wanted to walk in with
taken in by your scent
my mouth could no longer speak
breath and teeth drawing down your back
full moon over us
the memory of your humm and awe
wash over me still
picking you up from the grass
and holding your rythm in my arms
this morning for a moment
let's be still
when your ready my love
bring your brushes
and we'll add our names to this | |
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Posted: 6/17/2008 4:35:18 AM | delta river flows out to sea
gently running thru the reeds
sit and listen
rustle of water
squawk of the crane
hum of crickets in the weeds
dip my toe into the water
a cold rush runs thru me
no thoughts at all
i am free | |
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