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Posted: 6/17/2008 12:52:48 PM | Sweet Nothings
Sweet Nothings I keep in my book, leather bound
Soft is it cover, it speaks not a sound
My secrets it holds, no eyes to see
That deep dark sensous part of me
These things I write, they make me blush
The things you speak in just a hush
Sweet Nothings whispered in his ear
When all is safe and no one near
The ties that bind the book so tight
Yet on your wrists feel soft and light
These secrets shared in rooms of dark
The fire begins with just a spark | |
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Posted: 6/17/2008 4:11:58 PM | In my childhood
I would jump off the lava rocks
at Salamumu. The water deep turquoise and tepid.
Haven’t seen water that color or swam in water that warm since then.
Holding my best friend Tanya’s hand as we jumped in. We would swim with the
angelfish, the schools of tiny electric blues and the long nosed needlefish.
I remember us watching a crab, a huge 7-11 (that’s what we called them)
hoping to catch it but it was way too crafty and we had no real
intention of eating it. We let it live and then
went to tell my mom about it.
I was about eleven. | |
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Posted: 6/18/2008 12:57:08 AM | The night so deep, I cannot sleep
the nightmares haunt, the memories stir
a quiet place? No..it's noise I need to keep
the demon at bay. His words they slur
I say to leave, he comes right back
no peaceful rest I find
how can I live under his attack
I think I'm losing my mind
If I hide long enough will he go away
I peek out and he's still there
If I pray to God, please make him stay
far away from me, can't breathe no air... | |
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Posted: 6/18/2008 1:23:08 AM | in the summer before i turned 5 , I had surgery of an experimental type
My parents were too poor to pay for anything so my Mom found a doc
willing to try a tendon transplant to fix my feet so i could walk again
operation was a bust ..in the 4 days following the surgery a lot of docs
stopped by to see the work since it wasn't closed completely.. vessels were sutured,but a lot of the soft tissue was left to be reopened over and over
The nurses got a bit tired of me screaming so they socked me full of morphine
I woke up to complete and total self awareness as a morphine addict
all i cared about was that next shot.. then after 2 weeks..they cut me off
cold turkey
I know what you mean about nightmares..I didnt have sophisticated guidance
through pain management.. i did have rats gnawing my guts after they had enough
of eating my brain... but that wasnt a nightmare..that felt real
one technique i taught myself and have used effectively ever since
is putting pain or trauma in a box or closet in my mind.. the size of the event determining whether a box or closet or even a whole room was needed.
by opening to all the pain ( i found out later it works for fear as well) i filled my arms with all of it and ran into the room or closet or threw it in the box. ran out of the room or closet before the pain could follow slamming the door and locking it behind me ( for a box just closing the lid works).. that bought me hours .. another technique that works is seeding the future with pain you feel today..putting it off til more isnt piling on... I know it sounds childish, I was 4 ...what the hell do you expect ?
i had my last morphine memory induced nightmare in 1974 .. it was then i remembered sending it 20 years into the future..
I guess my memory felt a debt was owed.. debt paid | |
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Posted: 6/18/2008 4:20:21 AM | we can't escape
all those moments
that lead us to who we are
the good, the bad
the happy, the sad
are woven deep into our cloth
at times i go insane
of the thoughts in my brain
telling me what i must do and feel
paying silent homage
i acknowledge
and quickly set them free
to return again
like a long lost friend
reminding me who i am
but it's a game i play
'til my dying day
allowing me
to be...
me | |
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Posted: 6/18/2008 7:27:55 PM |
no thoughts at all . . . i am free
feeling ya on this one Rosey
My secrets it holds, no eyes to see . . . . That deep dark sensous part of me
nice poem wildirishrose
In my childhood
I would jump off the lava rocks
at Salamumu. The water deep turquoise and tepid.
Haven’t seen water that color or swam in water that warm since then.
Tropical this sounds like one of the most awesome places on the planet!
I know what you mean about nightmares..I didnt have sophisticated guidance
through pain management.. i did have rats gnawing my guts after they had enough
of eating my brain...
Transcend i had that feeling but i thought it was the government it had something to do with homeland security. Really though that sounds like some horrible shiot, did that sending it twenty years away really work? | |
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Posted: 6/18/2008 8:04:53 PM | I can only imagine looking into your eyes
and the light of your smile
i see your eyes look down, and your smile widen
and you look to the corner of the room
i don't know what your thinking but
you turn back to me and i can't really tell what your saying
i look in your eyes and watch your lips move as you speak
vos yeux allument mon jour la manière dont le soleil allume le monde
et vos écoulements de cheveux avec le jeu du vent
inhalant le parfum de votre peau, j'imagine comme ce qui serait il pour vous embrasser.
Je ne peux pas entendre les mots que vous parlez, et je ne peux pas voir le fleuve, les arbres, ou le soleil derrière toi
Je peux seulement regarder dans vos yeux, et le mouvement de vos lèvres
Quand le jour viennent que vous ne devez pas partir, cela vous avez trouvé un endroit pour votre amour
et il est ici avec moi
Quand vous regardez avec le coin de la salle, ou vous perdez votre concentration tout en regardant une roche du côté du fleuve tandis que nous parlons, vous ne pouvez pas se voir comme le fais je
Vous retournez avec un sourire pour rencontrer mes yeux, mais je ne sais pas si vous savez vraiment ce qui est sur mon esprit
Je voudrais prendre vos mains dans le mien,
Vous pour rentrer mes mains, et pour presser vos lèvres au mien
Je peux imaginer pour être seulement celui perdu dans vos yeux
Baby I don't know what your saying but could you keep saying it
can you step closer until your lips are pressed against mine, and
you can speak your words right into my mouth
your eyes light my day the way that the sun lights the world
and your hair flows with the play of the wind
inhaling the perfume of your skin, I imagine as what it would be to kiss you.
I cannot hear the words you speak, and I cannot see the river, the trees, or the sun behind you
I can only look in your eyes, and the movement of your lips
When the day come that you don't have to leave, that you found a place for your love
. . . and it is here with me
When you look with the corner of the room, or you lose your concentration while looking at a rock on the side of the river while we speak, you cannot see yourself as i do
You return with a smile to meet my eyes, but I do not know if you know really what is on my mind
I would like to take your hands in mine,
You to take in my hands, and to press your lips to mine
I can imagine only to be that lost in your eyes
I am sure I messed up a couple words in translation
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Posted: 6/19/2008 4:57:54 AM | | ....that write above is most beautiful....(right about now is when i wish I new how to say something really cool in french....lol).. | |
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Posted: 6/19/2008 1:44:18 PM | Ash, you are cool just the way you are and dont you think for a minute otherwise.
PS. ...cojones....just to make ya smile Girl...lol. See? Im really just a dork | |
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Posted: 6/19/2008 4:58:04 PM | | no, i don't speak french. I can barely mumble englise'. online translator. went with the write, doesn't really matter what your saying, cause I'm lost in your eyes. | |
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Posted: 6/19/2008 5:16:01 PM | And
the river flows, the tide ebbs once again
the water of the sea comes fluid to greet,
the man amongst the reeds
And
as he listens, to the squawk' sound carried twixt the winds
he lays cold in his world, thoughts of freedom
And
he tries to entangle his thoughts
amidst the raging waters that engulf him
And
he can't surface, the ocean raging tides
he rests. | |
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Posted: 6/19/2008 5:46:41 PM | , E2S-love what you've done with the place.Lovethat it's all in one place..what DID you name your kitten by the way?
quietly waiting crystals
sun warmed
ankle deep in heaven's place
elusive peace ours for a split second
owning
belonging
neither can attest to
the beauty of this moment
as soft caress of the wind
the gentle kiss of the sun
warm the soul | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
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Posted: 6/19/2008 10:13:35 PM |  A little lovely song for Eyes...I been listenin' to tonite! lol hope you likeeee!
~ Alan Parsons~
~Eye In The Sky ~
Don't think sorry's easily said
Don't try turning tables instead
You've taken lots of chances before
But I ain't gonna give any more
Don't ask me
That's how it goes
'Cause part of me knows what you're thinking...
Don't say words you're gonna regret
Don't let the fire rush to your head
I've heard the accusaation before
And I ain't gonna take any more
Believe me
The sun in your eyes
Made some of the lies worth believing
CHORUS
I am the eye in the sky
Looking at you
I can read your mind
Iam the maker of rules
Dealing with fools
I can cheat you blind
And I don't need to see any more
To know that I can read your mind, I can read your mind
Don't leave false illusions behind
Don't cry 'cause I ain't changing my mind
Soo find another fool like before
'Cause I ain't gonna live anymore believing
Some of the lies while all of the signs are deceiving
CHORUS!!!!!!!!!!!
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Posted: 6/20/2008 7:18:51 AM | (Hektik)
Are you afraid of the dark and things that only walk at night?
Well if I was only all bark, then you would never fear my bite
I'm pulsating in a strange and erratic fashion, I'm waiting what happens tragic
Events keep on flashing I need to choke someone
My teeth do poke little holes inside your blood vein
Celebrate the life of the dead and call it Samhein
(Mr. Bones)
I got the feeling
Got the craving of an animal
Clothes covered in blood from necks that I sample
I dismantle and rip bodies in half
Vaporize into a bat and slip through cracks where you stay at
You can't escape the fate of deep red
Unleash the blood fountain from decapitated head
Little children lay awake in bed
In sheer terror and grief
There's a vampire watching from the ceiling when they sleep
(Chorus)
Nosferatu
Is more than a vampire (Yea)
Shocking my victims
Just like a live wire
Body falls to the ground
Hear the screams of terror and pain
You can call it your life
But I might just take it away
(Mr. Bones)
I got the teeth as sharp as Ginsu's
My species is Nosferatu
I got one eye, it's red like R2d2
I spot you
Release my wings through downward sky
Landing in the park, to make the pigeons fly
I don't know why, but some of the times
I feel my status is a curse
Out living mortal life
Condemned roaming the earth for what it's worth
My birthday I turned A thousand-twentysix
Stood before the sun to evade an eclipse
Press your lips to your finger tips
Don't say a word
Look into my eyes
See no sesire goes unheard
Got to feed every twenty-four hours to keep my powers
As I sit atop the gothic towers watching cataclysmic showers
Blood is sour, bitter sweet, thick and bland
And when it dries it turns brown beneath the gingers on my hand
My shadow's dense
I scale the cyclone fence
Shadows of the moon light
Make me feel so intense (Ahhhhhhh)
Lash my teeth deep into your veins
Draining your existence until your body's slain
Some call it deranged, it's insane how I got you
I leave two marks in your neck
That's the sign of Nosferatu
(Chorus)
Nosferatu
Is more than a vampire (Yea)
Shocking my victims
Just like a live wire
Body falls to the ground
Hear the screams of terror and pain
You can call it your life
But I might just take it away
(Hektik)
Darkness
It's time to wreck shit
Peep the perspective
Bram Stoker's Dracula can't f**k with Hektik
Inject it, I keep your jugular veins bumping
Making your body sway
As I sit back and relax sipping on DNA
Plasmic, my style is fan-tazi-migroic
Roaming around like a vagabond creeping through forests
Nobody notice
I'm inside when you invite me
You wanna spite me, bring it on somebody try me
Panic zone freezing you up scared as f**k
Now sacrificially I will induct
Go seek and find is what my origin believes
Until you bleed
My hunger thirst just like a seed
Feel my soul, look to roll in out of sight
Nosferatu out of control
Creeping at night!
(Chorus)
Nosferatu
Is more than a vampire (Yea)
Shocking my victims
Just like a live wire
Body falls to the ground
Hear the screams of terror and pain
You can call it your life
But I might just take it away | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 11:25:08 AM | oh cool,
the only stuff i've heard by them is were the collaborations on 'forgotten freshness', haven't listened to ICP in awhile.
A couple of us are in the woodstock video for a second or two in 'if i only could'. | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 11:36:23 AM | afternoon rain
sweeps across the street
and eyes stare out the window
gray blue streets and the cars rush by
crickets bounce off the concrete
the wait
the endless longing
in an empty room
door cracks open
and i can't turn away from the rain
. . . .
embracing the chill
a crack of light shines on the wall
eyes gaze out the window | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 12:03:50 PM | while you were out
looking out the window
staring into the rain
i think i left
found the sidewalk
that i used to run as a kid
running and jumping in puddles
remembering no one was home then either
only thoughts when i return to myself are of tomorrow
and the blazing sun
sometimes it worries me
feeling that i'll walk alone when it's over
again
still
so
i'm not going to wait by the window
i'll be out in the rain
with everyone else
out here alone | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 1:05:43 PM | books on the counter
left open and turned to a page
that anyone can walk by and read
sitting at the desk feet kicked on top
and balancing back in the chair'
thinking of tomorrow, you are my only peace
fingers interlaced at the back of my head
blinded to the outside world
what do you see
what did you see when i left the book open to that page
so the ink could dry
i'm wandering if she thinks the same thing but she's not talking to me
hearts on paper and visions of dreams
hearts on paper bursting at the seams
hearts on paper
when everything is on the table, the pen still in hand
it's up to you to speak, to pick this heart up
or walk away letting it drop to the floor
exercises in heartbreak fill volumes neatly stacked on shelves
just thought that you may have thought all of theses were about you . . . kinda vain?
a healed heart that no longer mourns, longs, or bleeds? what then
while the ink still runs and you look over my shoulder to read
ask if what you want to know, i know more questions
questions thrown across a room hurt less than lamps, just sayin' | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 3:46:36 PM | golly gee, i got lost in those above^^^^^^ really wonderful..... thanks...
ever more
your refining word
where i split apart
and then return
thirsting still
for more | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 11:25:14 PM | intending your release
cupped in my hand
held out in front of me
my eyes look down and are blinded to all else
while my hand glows in radiant light
peach skin glowing as eyes look down upon
i turn my hand over and slowly open it
not for effect, just so you don't fly away too fast
opening up, your there sitting in my palm
radiant blue, and red
black, yellow, and brown
sitting . . .
wings beating slowly
without intention to fly
while the glow at the back of my hand
has not diminished
this prism of color
in the cup of my palm shines no less
I have opened my hand and let you free
and to my surprise you turn back to me
the completion of color, the song sung
to the rythm of the band
your choice to shine with me
with wings beating in my hand | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 11:39:13 PM | Truly Scrumptious ~ I'd quote a line that i liked, but they all work together, and I wouldn't want to take it apart. Thank you for posting here
JuJu ~ Same. It's good to see you back, and I'm glad you stopped here. How has the crowned mother of the year been? Hope that your new job, whichever one you decide on works out well for you. Hope to see you back soon.
This is not to say to everyone i quoted that i only liked to lines of your writes, it maty be saying that i need to take a nap,
Ash ~ Great to see you in whatever language you want to speak
Tropical ~ Thanks for your appreciation
Hope to see you all come back and write something soon, been reading all of your threads, and it's now wonder that someone is here trying to take your lines, mine wouldn't sell, cause they don't usually make any sense, so I have no worries. Hope you all continue to write, and that we are able to find out if anyone is taking from someone else without giving them credit, without closing down.
Good to continue seeing new people show up here, glad to have you! | |
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