| stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 7/3/2008 6:39:31 AM | Dante was or wasnt a demon to know all he shared
perhaps it was the hole in his pocket that charmed him
into playing that trick with fear
losing what you touch is reality
on at least one end
knowing the names of all we struggle against
may turn them into allies
unless you choose to fight another war
im not an ignorant nomad , chasing sheep
don't try to sell me that story
I realize that untangling the threads
cutting them one by one
weakens the rope , removes the noose
but why hang around for all that
it doesnt have to be your game
looking inside can offer every view
do i have to see the black and white of ignorance
the greys of acquiescence, Inquisition invitations
daring a demon to appear somewhere
when you can't even find yourself | |
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Posted: 7/4/2008 4:42:20 PM | Broken leaves blowing in the cold wind
Your skin next to mine
Naked flesh
Bare naked
Warm flesh upon mine
Touch me there
Goosebumps
Travel your fingers
Up my spine
Moaning
Clothe me in your security
Lay your body upon mine
Learn my layers
Sour on top
Sweet in the middle
Peal away my outer core
To reach my inner core
Soothing touch
Aching thirst
Electricity of desire
Vague taste of salt
You have seeped in
Through my skin
Through my world | |
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Posted: 7/8/2008 5:44:49 AM | tiptoeing
thru the creek
cool water refreshes
my mind
lost in the sounds
my heart skips
a beat
bending down
i cup my hands
thirst is quenced
by the sweetness
of life | |
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Posted: 7/8/2008 8:14:59 AM | a rose
it rose
and touched the sky
bleeding maroon onto the blue
tie-dye for you
but no one noticed
except those of us who acknowledge the sky
Do you take time time to see the roses? | |
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| stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 7/8/2008 12:13:52 PM | Transcend - that was a great write, thanks for leaving something here. Your writing is always worth reading
Visual - What the hell are you talking about. I never understand what your saying. Are you talking about sex? : )
Rose - that was perhaps my favorite poem of yours, way better than any you left on Ash's thread, waaaayyyyy better, hahaha
Ash - Thpppptt!!! Been a long morning! I'm whooped and maybe my sense of humor is off, so I'll have to tell ya straight out, that was just
a very nice poem : )
Thank You all for posting here, I'll hit ya up as soon as possible, got any change for gas? ya see I was down here visiting my cousin, he's just over there usin the phone. I gotta get back north to my mom's cause I got school in the morning, and I gotta watch my sister after that. No yer not gonna give me anything? whatever!
maybe I'll post on your thread then
maybe! | |
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Posted: 7/8/2008 1:26:15 PM | i got gas for a change
is that the same?
thppppt yourself bytch
get over here and scratch my itch
or my back
sorry....
..got a bit off track...
ahem..
yeah...the water
and the pier
fingertips touching surface
so that the picture is distorted
instead of clear
the ripples move out from that finger tip
for days and days on end
but upon reaching the shore
they move out no more
and begin their path home again
i speak of lakes
instead of oceans
we're all mesmerized
by similar potions | |
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Posted: 7/10/2008 4:10:47 AM | eyes you alive buddy? :O heh after getting my ass whipped by ash I wouldn't admit being alive either :P
Booya the cats outta the bag
I'm a bitter old viper summoned by a hag
Crystal clear is my plan for a strike
Come on take a dose of antidote ain't gonna stop my sting for a dyke
I don't know what the hell the last line was about but hey it's sall good in the hood
Drink down another 40 if you know what's good for ya... got it? good! | |
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Posted: 7/10/2008 6:09:32 AM |  Hey B!
Eyes to the sky
But
Your head in the ground
Stepping stones in the ocean
Watch those stones sink
Tropical waves in the sea
The tied comes in
The tied comes out
Washes away your conscious
Such a visually distorted picture
Do you need a life preserver?
Ashes to ashes we all fall down
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Posted: 7/10/2008 11:44:18 AM | Life is a book and where we find a plan
Used to feel like the walls are closing in
You make decisions that you thought you never could
You been crying in the night
You Precious Stone, washed up, feel alone
Gonna clean you up if you feel like you know the answers
I got the keys to your {is this love?}
A little Love In the Fresh Air {overcome}
I got the key to the {is this love?}
A little love in the fresh air
You belong to the things that you never thought you would
You shot the devil in the night, he haunts ya
Don't think about the things you can't never answer
Precious Stone You gotta live, you gotta learn how to love, I said
You, Precious Stone, washed up feel alone,
Gonna clean you up, make you shine, make you clean
You, Precious Stone, washed up feel alone
Gonna clean you up, make you feel like you know the answer
I got the keys to the {is this love?}
(a little love never fails, yeah) overcome
You're the one
You, Precious Stone, washed up feel alone
Gonna clean you up, make you shine, make you glow
You Precious Stone, washed up feel alone
Gonna clean you up, make you shine 'Take You Home' | |
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Posted: 7/10/2008 5:23:47 PM | Hmmm....for some reason I am seeing 'stepping stones in motion'
Ever seen how the water distorts and bends things below the surface?
Reaching out shy foot and taking hold
That stepping stone showed promise of being bold
Crystal waters near froze from mountains hip
I watched my foot land there...then watched it slip
The stepping stone was resting too on another
And wobbled well, and in I went cold smothered
A gasp as navel hit the chilling stream
And yet I held it in, and didnt scream
Arms held aloft and breath held, eyes were crossed
With one foot firm, the other tho still lost
I balanced there a while til I could breathe
Could not return, yet courage not to leave
I hung there tween the devil and the deep
And tried to summon courage to make that leap
But chilling waters held me back in check
That stepping stone had been a seductive schlepp
Then slowly as my balance gained, fear purged
One footed, into the waters I slowly submerged
Inch by inch my warmed skin took the chill
As spectators gasped in awe...twas mine..the thrill
Then calmly, as my shoulders sank from aloft
I let out a breath, said "Right then..seems I'm off"
And struck out hard towards the base of the Falls
I wanted to ride the shute...but it took some balls
Amazingly, it started off a fashion
As others ventured in, tho few with passion
Then more still took the cue and joined the fray
We had a lot of swimmers there that day :)
Then back to bask like lizards on the rocks
And grasp a watery sunshine, wring out locks
Then shivering, we made our way to shore
And walked the Daintree forest's littered floor
Ancient fig trees towering out of sight
And smaller water holes that brought delight
And boulders now (not fragile stepping stones)
We climbed along, around...then headed for home
But where was home? E'en then we didnt know
Foot loose and fancy free, we'd simply go
And find a place to pitch a camp that night
But man..that Mossman Gorge...is outta sight
[anyone gets the chance to visit the Daintree in Queensland....worth the trip]
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Posted: 7/11/2008 12:49:06 AM | -x-
first i fell in love
with his words
such a yarn he spun
taking me far and beyond
turned my life over to his care
living on dreams and love
until reality stepped in
our love bled
drained dry
the pain
the hurt. the blame...
then healing
saw him today
bittersweet
silently i weep
hoping he will find
happiness
(within)
hey i2sky..where did ya go??? miss you... | |
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Posted: 7/12/2008 6:37:01 AM | had you REALLY listened to everything that I said
you would have known that I was inside your head
way before i ever told you
i'm not just a slow, comfortable screw
I'm the bytch that sees way more
than she let's on
and knows that you are leaving....
waaaay before you're ever gone
I'm the one that hears every bump in the night
sleeping with one eye open....
so as not tobe surprised by what you might
think of doing
or who you might be wooing
'cause I've met a few like you before
but i ALWAYS wait for something concrete before i throw one out the door...
so that i have no problems sleeping..
and so that the "what if's" don't come creeping...
and so that when it's all spent
there can be no argument
just a set of dark staring eyes
watching a man that represents everything I despise
.....waiting to be caught up in his own trap.........
yeah.....i always adapt
*......you're proly round here somewhere....pretending to be someone else AGAIN....wonder who's pictures you'll use this time....* | |
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Posted: 7/13/2008 1:29:14 PM | Berserker - whats up
Viz - hello
Rose - Hi
De-nial - never had a girlfriend have ya, don't worry about you can blow me
If i had another profile I would have used it
befor now | |
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| stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 7/13/2008 1:32:34 PM | Iwrote most of this about four days ago now, trying at my by best not to be a****
What does it feel like to be alone. To come home to an empty house. If I fell for the idea of having someone come, and stay here, then that’s my fault. Yes I staple family pictures to the wall. Yes I eat macaroni, and sauce four times a week, because I can make it in a rice cooker. Yes I miss family life.
What does it mean to have family life.
Well, growing up where mom couldn’t kiss you goodnight, because it might be one more disturbance to set off another round of watching my brother out on the side walk ready to fight, my sister get slapped, and mom get punched, just for being.
Watching as a child, thinking he’s not doing that to me, so he must have more respect, and then waking up as my head was bouncing off the side of a couch.
Watching as the Unions were destroyed, and business’s left.
Standing at the the trash can fires, as scabs walked through.
Spending time alone in my room, learning everything, everything so I could teach my son those things, cause someone was going to have it better.
Still having some faith in the law as they attempted to find some pieces of garbage that shot my sister’s only protection. The only person I looked up to, as I was in the service.
Going back to work, and floating out at sea, leaving justice to them, and one man going to jail for it.
Having hope be tore out, as I couldn’t convince her not to, when I had the world to give.
You were right they just put it in the garbage.
Watching demons torment the house. Giving a better life, and watching everything I learned flushed, as a fkng nut terrorized the house, the same way I had seen as I had grown for my child.
Walking away from hope that it didn’t have to be that way. Giving up the dream for my child that a mother, and father could make a home. Watching it torment him, and me, more than you want to know.
Taking that and leveling a battlefield.
Visiting a friend afterward to listen again at how the government was so fkd, as he dealt meth, destroying himself, his family, and the people around him.
Yup, it’s them.
Trying to find in myself, what I had thought. The hope I fealt as a child. The anger I fealt, and feeling nothing. Drained. Nothing. Empty. And off to war.
Retrace, Find an emotion somewhere. Build it. Hope. Found it.
She’s gone.
No where to turn.
Asked for advice, what did I get.
“Why does she mean so much?”
And then she’s back.
Alone again. Yes I talked, yes I still want the family where mom and dad can create a home. I talked to verbally to three, one once. One to give her advice, and have a voice to listen to, and one I started to hope again. Oh hey I went to a baseball game with someone, not the time that I was talking to you though. Way befor that, just so you know.
She came back. Yeah I know how your feeling I’ve been there. Four or five months of talking to no one else doesn’t go away.
Are you still talking? Be silent or lie. Do you want to be with her, be silent or lie.
Am I going to live in a house where someone’s blowin the fk up everyday, where there’s no peace, where no one talks at dinner, where someone says the worst they can say everytime they get angry.
You bet!
Now if you think I’m Take your Jezus Chryst pose.
You got the wrong guy
I walk out of my door everyday, ready to destroy anything, or anyone that I feel will leave bullsht at my door.
Have I seen the abuse towards women and the affects on children.
Will I tell you you’re beautiful, if I think you are.
Will I be nice after I spend the early morning rehearsing choking someone out, run through the woods during daylight, and have to rehearse med skills in the afternoon
Am I the one that was writing unwarranted messages, or am I the one that you’d call to fall asleep to their voice.
If you’re the azzholes who she was talking about feel free to speak up.
If you have a letter that I wrote that says anything about sex, feel free to post it!
There may be one! One!
*I know that you do, they’re all over our threads! And a lot of other threads*
If you can remember a phone call where I described any sex please describe it!
Now do I want you to prepare yourself as a meal for me?
Do you see me responding to that?
Do I want you to change how you write and sound like me, or post similar things to me so it gives the person I care about the wrong impression.
Yes please, I appreciate that a lot!
If you have five personalities, that’s not a question drama queen.
You know who you are.
Stay off my thread!
And because I broke someone’s balls a little, forgive me.
It’s how we vent.
(Yeah I’m typing this part in now, and I still don’t know wtf to say, except maybe ask him if he thought it was rude)
This is my thread; you didn’t have to read this.
Feel free not to respond,
Feel free to stfu unless you have one of the above mentioned things to post.
I don’t know which part of my writing deceived anyone into thinking I was the nicest guy in the world, I’ve posted most everything I spoke about here before.
I write about a dream of love, when I’m not pissed, and I write about adoring my loved ones, because I do that don’t feel free to fall for me.
I will continue to write about my outlook of the world, when I get the chance.
I will continue to try, and find and write about beauty in simple things.
To you I’m sorry that I let it go, and pushed it, so far.
Like they say – you should come back!
There are ten people here that I think are separate identities that are cool, and really like you!
*and to you, umm, today is July 13th, I’ve only been here since January and spent all but, oh let’s stretch it out for the sake of, all but two months talking to you*
(Yeah that part was new)
From the tip of my little finger to the end of my thumb is about nine and a half inches, fell free to message me, you don’t want to be the only one without a picture! | |
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Posted: 7/13/2008 8:10:39 PM | Not Cool
there isnt an argument that opens the door wide enough for me to say
" wow, can i have a piece of this dispute?"
after all one more ignorant butthead
can't help but make everything look even better
all it takes is a can of paint and a plastic bag of Ditzler soaked paper towel
to enjoy as fine a choice as presented by refereeing a bout in the dark
I have watched friends drool out stories about Nam, and then huff and make me cry
inside.. being cool means letting friends fukk up and staying quiet
and what makes more sense than being cool?
whatever sh1t we share has to be honest or else we know ourselves
just how fukked up we are
I hope the healing can begin before the funeral..
that way i can enjoy the food and drink
otherwise ,why go at all? | |
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Posted: 7/13/2008 8:18:27 PM | before i am free
to be
me
i must forgive
myself
i am imperfect
perfectly so
am trying to flow
with the ebbs of live
and back again
and forgive myself
for all the sin
and for you
my friend
who am i to judge
be kind with yourself
we all need a hug...
(wish i could end it stronger...but i don't know how else to say it....) | |
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Posted: 7/13/2008 8:44:41 PM |  :Welcome back Eyes!
Words are everyones!
No one excluded!
Transend your words were exceptional! Maybe more here could heed and remember!
Thanks !
I have watched friends drool out stories about Nam, and then huff and make me cry
inside.. being cool means letting friends fukk up and staying quiet
and what makes more sense than being cool?
whatever sh1t we share has to be honest or else we know ourselves
just how fukked up we are
I hope the healing can begin before the funeral..
that way i can enjoy the food and drink
otherwise ,why go at all?
So true my friend....everyone has a Soul...everyone has regrets and pain!
I think this place is meant for them to drop them here...
we either accept or we go on . I am afraid many miss the pleasure because of past mistakes! I love all of your words here. I am simple but I am real.
Thanks for that simple destination of "just who we are"
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Posted: 7/14/2008 6:13:34 PM | I am not sure I have ever been complimented for letting my
sarcastic butthead alter ego have a chance to speak
he thanks you and does a little happy dance
I will say this..I have never enjoyed a post funeral meal
sadness makes the worst condiment
or maybe the memory of the embalming fluid smell
mixing with the perfume and grief
ruins the flavor | |
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Posted: 7/14/2008 6:41:37 PM | Skim'n the stone upon the water
from the edge of wonder
I see it glide
and
dip
shooting in and out of the water
Fine sunset of going down
Rising in a finer light
day break comes
then lays in the same day
only when your on an island
surround'd by only water
no ship to anchor up
no raft to blow
I'll keep skip'n them stones
til they form a step!!!
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Posted: 7/14/2008 7:03:10 PM | pain
tears me apart
remembering when
and why i am the way i am today
gibran taught me
to learn tolerance from the intolerant
kindess from the unkind
and not to be ungrateful to those teachers
but am so tired of the school of hard knocks
and the pain...
still hurts | |
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Posted: 7/19/2008 5:34:40 PM | r...
just thinkin'
of you
wishing your words
would grace
my world again
your humor
your pain
the insanity it reigns
deep inside my brain
is missed
wish you could see
a way to find
a peace of mind
and share your words
again.
(tried to pond mail you...but someone..(and i'm not gonna tell ya who) is blocked)
:0( | |
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| See Waves . . .
Posted: 7/20/2008 4:54:42 PM | Strangest of emotions come
come like the sea, each wave
Cresting, so poised, raised high
still in the moment.
Here as if aquatic, resides a
beauty, nirvana as such
ruling the mind, pleasure in
good coffee, so uplifting.
Caffeine to the spirit on this scene.
Suspended……
the wave rolls, quickly in a
fury descending rolling in its
self, hiding the sweetness of
a jelly roll thought.
Crashing into the vastness
white and frothing, dashing
nirvana to armageddon, ebbing,
anxiously returning to the sea.
To rise and fall again
this sweet to salt | |
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| See Waves . . .
Posted: 7/20/2008 7:01:22 PM | One of the funniest sights to me
is watching someone step in shit
then getting their ego tested
do i clean it off and move on
or suddenly decide shit is wonderful
since now i have some
variations of this episode abound
don't believe me?
take a second look
at your own shoes | |
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| See Waves . . .
Posted: 7/21/2008 1:13:53 AM | rawone that was an excellent write, I am guessing that you have bee writing for awhile. Feel free to post here, or anywhere as you'd like. You should be well received.
Rose missed you also
hammy hello, good to see you
tanscend nice write | |
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| stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 7/22/2008 9:30:15 AM | I have a headache
still life morning
dragonflies dart quickly
through cattails
that have grown thick
along the edges
fat frogs with an inflated sense
of their own being
jump off the banks
and into the water
at the sound of footsteps | |
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