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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 8/8/2009 5:22:01 AM | In the ocean, as deep as the thoughts
Of God, of gods, of demons, of other
Live creatures of wonder and terror... dragons
Dragons flying through the murky depths.
Dinner plate eyes glow with a fire from within...
its emerald green shine illuminating the depths
With its warmth.
The color of old soda bottles.
Life swirls.. eddies... dances the dance of death
of life
of living to die.
Glorious! The colors twine together, like lovers embracing
The rocking of the waves.
Back and forth. Back and forth.
For eternity. | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 8/8/2009 5:44:35 AM | 8sf8...
thank you for the wonder of your words...
ah such beauty...am blessed you left them here...
welcome!
and thank you my friend...
~rosie | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 8/8/2009 7:17:35 AM | i hear it dryin up down in Austin
lake travis down thirty six feet
i say it dryin up down in Austin
stevie ray know what i mean
if they don't get no rain
they gonna be in a lot of pain
*Mornin Rose. started the morn on a blue note | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 8/9/2009 4:23:17 PM | (hi riv...am going thru a blue phase myself...being real (actual) with myself...knowing (hoping) when i walk thru old p will regain a deeper sense of beauty of self....let me assure you, it ain't easy....
blue notes
permeates my soul
again.
smooth
cool notes
chill me
to the bone
again.
leaving me lost
and alone
again. | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 8/9/2009 5:36:16 PM | The mystifying stare
Of my reflection. Another world.
Backwards. Turned around. Another side of...
Me.
I see how others see me.
Do I like it? Do I like this angle? That angle?
The basis, ambiguous. Light. Purely subjective.
Why do I care?
I walk away from the mirror. I take a step
The park.
Walking in a man made oasis. Emulating
Nature.
I stop by a pond.
I look down.
Another mirror! | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 8/10/2009 6:58:36 PM | monsoon so soon come and gone like the moon
a trickle in July after a promising June
not a drop for the horses down in the hollow
and kicked up dry dust makes it hard to swallow
just a wisp of a cloud hanging over the Dragoons
as dry as if they'd closed down all the saloons
a dryness to the sinus and a bloody cracked lip
wrinkled old skin parched as a year old cow chip
car door handle way too hot to the touch
it's a scorcher down here, don't come less you must | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 8/10/2009 8:27:44 PM | His feet... stamping, crushing, stomping.
A barrel made of sheer Will, encompassing a galaxy
The planets, like rocky grapes. Crushed to release
magma and life. Heat pours off His ankles.
Rife possibilities snuffed out by a whim.
Stomp stomp Stomp stomp Stomp
Celestial wine.
The work continuing - tirelessly.
Stomp stomp Stomp stomp Stomp
He is thirsty. The work continuing - relentlessly.
Speeding up, almost done.
Planets and heavenly bodies turn to dust....
Full flavor. A rich boutique.
A supernova. | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 8/11/2009 3:15:14 AM | I like this thread? Can you tell? lol
-Bojitsu-
Hand over hand, spinning, dancing, cavorting with disaster
My hands guiding my weapon, circular motions
Deceptively Beautiful.
The swish of air, the crack of wood on earth, the thud of feet,
Jumping, twisting around... kicking, thrusting, whirling as a dirvish.
My enemies imaginary - the defense real. The attack ... real.
Defend, attack.
Defend, attack.
Defend, attack.
Muscles bunch in anticipation, my sweat dripping on the ground...
I feel the joy of combat. Fighting myself. My enemy perfectly matched.
Skin like fire, eyes like pinprick holes in the furnace of the sun,
each motion is a blur. Each movement has purpose.
Purpose and freedom.
My bo in hand, I continue my dance, my revelry in destruction.
Art on a tapestry of mud made of sweat, dirt, and torn earth.
My motions are cooled and witnessed by the night air.
The stars and the crescent moon notarize each pact made with every strike.
Such beauty in the midst of chaos. Such danger in sheep clothing.
I end my kata, chest heaving, blood pounding, eyes narrow and focussed.
There will be another day to practice. And other day to pursue
The warrior path. | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 8/11/2009 3:57:29 AM | the warrior path
walking crouched
tuned to the energy
surrounding me
within me
heart beating strongly
awareness of danger
moving closer
senses rising
eyesight piercing
thoughts screaming
run....run fast....run away
but the warrior
turns to face
the enemy
sees empty space
imagination displaced
crouching low
sensing fear within
internally fighting
breathing
grounding
connecting
deeply rooting
breathing
lifting skyward
deepening within
earthed and flying
releasing all tension
releasing the dragon
releasing the friction
releasing the action
of war
releasing the reaction
to fight
gliding in the night
no fright
breathing easing
preparing
to die
preparing
to release
the pain
the torture
releasing the vulture
the dark creature within
......letting go.....
letting the energy flow
feeling in harmony
with me again
connection
feeling unity
gratefully
an ending
and a beginning
remembering
keep releasing
keep releasing
keep dying
to keep living
until the cycle
is no longer happening
is no longer necessary
until the warrior
and the healer
are one
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 8/11/2009 4:24:29 AM | 8sf8...well, i love your words...think they're wonderful...thank you for your posts...
me?... i'm a tai chi kinda gal (wave hands like clouds, part the horses mane, crane spread wings, step up and punch!!)
again, thank you for your words...
iceman...i know of where you speak!!...was in your neck of the woods about a week ago...stayed in bisbee...whew it was hot!!!..saw the fire from dragoon (oh, you do have lovely evenings and dawns down there)...will be down again at the end of august...
gentlemen...you are my inspiration...
~tai chi
floating
in a warm sea
feet and hands
move gracefully
to the rhythm of nature
lightness following dark
darkness following light
movement leading to stillness
stillness leading to movement
interconnected/interdependent
eternally giving rise
to each other
naturally
~desert morning
facing east in silence
brilliance surrounds
clouds spun like gold
sky of tangerine dreams
waiting in tranquility
as sun also rises
warmth kisses mountains
basked in shadow and light
my heart skips a beat
knowing this is heaven | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 8/11/2009 2:27:06 PM | we...wanted to thank you for your words...somehow i didn't see it posted this morning...
as always...beautiful...~rosie | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 8/11/2009 2:49:22 PM | Blessed be the mighty oar,
that paddles me away from shore,
far, far away from here,
to a star my mind shall steer.
Take me far from madding crowds,
turning bow towards the clouds,
and rising still, the oar churns high,
paddle deep within the sky.
Within the ripples memories fade,
where sky and sea become my shade,
OhBlessed be the mighty oar,
take me far from madding shore. | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 8/12/2009 11:16:38 PM |
His feet... stamping, crushing, stomping.
A barrel made of sheer Will, encompassing a galaxy
The planets, like rocky grapes. Crushed to release
magma and life. Heat pours off His ankles.
Rife possibilities snuffed out by a whim.
Stomp stomp Stomp stomp Stomp
Celestial wine.
The work continuing - tirelessly.
Stomp stomp Stomp stomp Stomp
He is thirsty. The work continuing - relentlessly.
Speeding up, almost done.
Planets and heavenly bodies turn to dust....
Full flavor. A rich boutique.
A supernova.
8SF8...
I get images of the bestial Centaurs lusting over their own wine...then Alpha, Beta, Crux...BOOM!!! | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 8/12/2009 11:40:36 PM | DracoLair
Between two bears up in the sky,
The length of me uncoiled doth lie
Fyres flash full forth from angry eyes-
My forked-tongued head, brave Cadmus’ prize.
Poison-drenched serpent from Titans’ tears
Fell to Cadmus’ cunning and spear
Minerva ordered my teeth be sown
And from the kernels were warriors grown.
Warriors born battled both night and day
The Gods reveled in the bloody fray
Five that conquered, with Cadmus be
Builders of the city of Thebes .
~LCZ~
(C) the daily astronomer
march 2006
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 8/12/2009 11:48:26 PM | today i will move through a week if i please
this button, this one right here...i can feel it
not see, but the time, it is mine...
and i will, i think, spend that week, today
defying the pendulum at....72*N...
and view the pole star just shy of the
zenith...aye heaven is bolted in place.
ah the stars of igloolik painted in frost
and stories they tell of a hardship life
as hunters roam from the vastness of ice
in death off the edge to the tapestry sky...
i do so love this vocation. | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 8/13/2009 4:48:43 AM | oh manny i agree..
take me far from the maddening shore...
and take me far from the maddening crowd!!..
thank you sweets...
luria
love DracoLair...they compliment 8sf8's words well...
oh, take me away to your tapestry sky!!
i love your mind!..thank you~ | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 8/15/2009 7:14:06 PM | here as my heavenly dream unfolds
mere bits of the Hunter rise with the sun
Antares wars not with the edges of twilight
and the dark heart of Jupiter burns ever bright;
and we, scintillating between Light and Dark,
own no petty laughter nor horizons' tears-
waxing and waning in trancetime with thee
our horse flies with fish wings o'er celestial seas
Andromeda chained by her lover's knees
his toes march in time with the gilt Pleiades
and the bull swims the seas, with Europa he'd tease
and i'd like here with you with our tapestry, please.
Thanks, Rosie...I have, ummm, keys to the sky!! The keys to my mind I lost a long time ago, but I am happy to share phantom shadows and light. Luri | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 8/15/2009 9:23:20 PM | | Même si l'océan était ton encrier et le ciel ta feuille; ils s'épuiseront avant d'avoir fini d'écrire toute ta splendeur imagination et d'étaler ton intelligence manifeste. Bertold Brecht t'aurait appeler chère collègue et Albert Camus t'aurait disputer ses droits d'auteur d'écrivain existentialiste . Now , I found out that i need to enhance my grasp in english to understand deepest and finest. Décidément, la réussite est inversement proportionnelle à l'intelligence. | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 8/15/2009 9:55:00 PM |
Bertold Brecht t'aurait appeler chère collègue et Albert Camus t'aurait disputer ses droits d'auteur d'écrivain existentialiste . Now , I found out that i need to enhance my grasp in english to understand deepest and finest. Décidément, la réussite est inversement proportionnelle à l'intelligence.
Quadrilingual states decidedly hold the quintessence of ethereal transitions... at best. | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 8/16/2009 7:06:34 AM | don-eros...bertold brecht and albert camus??? my head is spinning with delight!...
for me, their words may open doors but the understanding is mine deeply, personally
(oh yes, i am quite simple!!)
welcome to this thread...rosie | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 8/16/2009 9:11:52 AM | naively
when you
whispered
the words
rosie
you are a treasure
a rare spirit
a rare beauty
i thought they were
my own
yet you shared them
willingly with others
and because of that
i love you more | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 8/17/2009 4:48:21 AM | spirit dream
i woke this morning
smiling with you
on my mind
embraced in thoughts
of our love
life is so easy since
i knocked on your door
greeted by the warmth of spirit
of life
opening the door
you invited me in
to a world of
dream and beauty
i see you blossom
under the light of my love
as i bask in
the warmth of your glow
no doubts
no fear
no insecurities
no question
knowing
i
am
home
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 8/20/2009 2:51:15 AM | i sit in her office
and bleed
of past wounds
and sorrows.
quietly she shares
insight;
questioning me
kindly;
validating my dreams.
i leave with strength
wanting to come back
again tomorrow | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 8/20/2009 11:45:44 PM | Blue introvert flower, nothing too amazing-
not the blue of Rabbit Ear Iris, but very close to comforting,
maybe like Forget-Me-Not.. yes please, forget me not.
Tall in the garden..standing stoically back from others,
kind of blue, a little sad, a background for annual flowers.
Plain jane plant, and all leggy and thin of spine,
a working flower after all, meant to last a time.
Someone said a year perhaps but hardly ever more
this butterflied Flax turns into something else
when all dressed up to go.
When a season's departed-when the blue is done
trimmed from back borders-the work is just begun.
From the thinnest spine will come a filiment a fiber,
threads so fine.. looks much a common household wire.
Spin it into something, wetting it, hold tenderly-
spinning wheel creaks so soft to tell me of its plea.
smooth as an eggshell, color soft like buff, plying two together
make sure you have enough. Cords for marking wristlets,
measured quite with care-measure just a wingspan
starting here to there. When your task is over, bind it up in blue
let the ribbons hold it there just for me and you. | |
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