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Posted: 7/14/2005 7:15:27 PM | Teeth clenched, Sweating,
Kicking, Groaning,
Tossing, Rolling,
Staring, Thrashing,
Moaning, Talking,
Soaked, Screaming,
Sit bolt upright!!
A furtive glance, shiver down the spine.
I'm Ok | |
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| For "the one"
Posted: 7/14/2005 7:30:32 PM | I Want
To brush your hair
To hold your hand
To kiss your tears
To watch you sleep
To laugh out loud
To love so deep
To feel your heart
beating next to mine.
To gaze into your eyes
and see your souls' glow.
To teach the kids well
as they so rapidly grow.
To trust that your love
will never fade away.
To give in to the fates
and believe they are wise.
Never disrespect one another
for the rest of our lives.
To pick a star in the heavens
and name it for our love.
To catch you if you fall
and never cause you pain.
To have our hearts one to one
dancing in the moonlit rain.
To hold you so tight
To show you my heart
To make love through the night
To share every thought
To be happy together, forever
A few of the things that I want. | |
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Posted: 7/14/2005 8:31:28 PM | Lets walk though the twighlight
Our hearts holding hands
against the backdrop of an azure sky
This is where well teach eachothers souls to fly
The freedom of another
Understanding this
The passion in eachothers eyes
The embers of a fiery kiss
Take a walk with me
Tell me that you understand
These are the things
I need from a man
Brush my hair softly
Sing sweet songs to me
Your heart apprehends things
that others cant see
The feelings
Like a sunset
That rests in our hearts
This is only the beginning
Its only just the start
Let me show you what its like
To finally be free
In a world full of love
And sweet poetry
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Posted: 7/14/2005 10:00:14 PM |  Hi everyone... this is just a test...
Through the darkness of the night
I feel him breathing on my neck
With one quick strike he takes a bite
Now I'm lost in his world of dreams.
Ha ha.... I'll finish that one for y'all later
jus' checkin to see if I can post for kat...
HI KAT
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Posted: 7/14/2005 10:11:18 PM | for any woman who uses
the word azure sky has me hooked
that is why I have sent this psalm to you
which by the way has already been booked
because this is as much my "Idaho Dream"
to one day into her eyes, have perhaps looked
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To Cross the Azure Sky
03 July 2000
One day I hope to fly
to cross the azure sky
In pursuing fame
even if that I may not claim
Standing fast in Christ
seeking repentance in price
Understanding the divine tool
of the gospel full
Inside the Standard Works
is where truth doth shirks
Hidden away from those so blind
yet restored to the earth in kind
To be called and chosen
for He has rosin
At Calvary He was taken
for all mankind forsaken
“Having made known . . . his will, according to his . . . pleasure
. . . purposed in himself: That in the dispensation of the fulness
of times he might gather . . . all things in Christ, both . . . in
heaven, and . . . on earth; . . . In whom also we have obtained
an inheritance, . . . predestinated according to the purpose of
him who worketh all things after the counsel of his own will:
That we . . . praise of his glory, who first trusted in Christ.”
Ephesians 1: 9-12 KJV
©2005 Regina Publications
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Joined: 7/9/2005
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Posted: 7/14/2005 10:13:11 PM | Sitting in the bus station, my minds racing, smoked a joint to ease the pain in my joint, what's the point, watching people around me, going their own ways in hurrys, like mice they scurry, some trying to flee, some getting money, some just getting back from planting trees, my neck hurts, something stinks and I think it's my shirt, couldn't sleep, fighting some shawtie for the backseat, just when I win, the seat next to me is taken, I'm not shaken, wakin, when I get home I'll sleep, sore feet, been on the bus for a week, by now they reak, waiting for the last bus, in my new pair of lugz, they pretty sweet, price wasn't steep they actually pretty cheap, hutstle and bustle, toil and tussles, trust me you see it all, this trip, seen the cops get called, drunk ass stalled, ran and got caught afterall, 10:30 Kingston local, lead me home, prepare myself for what's there, tears and my fears, at least I'll be near, he'll hear the words I speak, and though he's weak, he'll remember, when I leave next September, I'll know I got to old him, told him I love him, slowed breathing, heart stopping, so I sit people watching, so I don't think, just sit and vegetate, svil looks instagate idiots into rage, but he should check his bag, vistim of a pick pocket, lost his wallet, and ticket I saw it, funny shit, ain't said shit and still garuntee this'll be my first hit!!!!
Yo, I write alot so if ya interested in heart felt hip hop rhymes, check me.......... | |
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Posted: 7/14/2005 10:31:37 PM | | .Stixx..welcome to the forums.I love your rhymes.Definate skillz.Ill check in on your new thread and I hope youll visit mine again too.:)@ Luvin Lil...Thanks for havin my back girl.I cant wait to see the rest of your poem:)@ Mari Sam..Thanks for stopping by girl . I have cyber snacks to go with your coffee hehe.I stocked up cause they dont spoil.@ Alistair..Thanks so much for sharing your beautiful and amazingly special poem tardface :)(Calm down guys Im not crackin on him.Its a term of endearment LOL)Since I told you earlier how much I appreciate it and you(Mwah)Ill spare these guys the greeting card style sappy details LOL I love all of you l bunches.Thanks for sharing...and thank Gawd I was finally able to post.I tried like 7 times..BLAH :P @ Poet Thanks for sharing your writes as well Always a pleasure:)Night kids...be good till I get back haha Love yas,Kat | |
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Posted: 7/14/2005 10:39:35 PM | 1886
Destination
25 May 2002
Awakening from a sleep of darkness
to the whole wide world inside
From birth to the day of death
a humility found with pride
The highs and lows of being alive with an
element of uncertainty added to measure
Seeking out in hope of discovering
moments of pleasure
Desire in destiny painfully encountered
not that life has more meaning
A knock on the door streaming
forth from dreaming
In an awareness of an environment outside
that has been shut out to endure
Such a mystery in allowing each
destination of a journey to mature
“Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find;
knock, and it shall be opened unto you: For every one
that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth;
and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.”
Matthew 7: 7-8 KJV
©2005 Regina Publications
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Posted: 7/14/2005 10:50:34 PM | Hey Fell
Was just talking to Mari about Poet....man he is wierd
Be careful
Pickles, aka Carole
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Joined: 7/9/2005
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| It's not perfect but hear this.........
Posted: 7/14/2005 11:14:25 PM | Unfair everytime you sit and stare, lie everytime you say you care, emotions locked up and you won't share, me depressed by how our family faired, to young, most say we were dumb for havin our son, hadn't even built a foundation, and now we lost in the rest of our generation, divorce and seperation, all to common in this society, as I join the statistics around me, broken familys, just what we need, open baby D up to this negativity, labels put on our baby, makes me sick to think of ADHD, and all these deseases, when all it is is dysfunction, love means junk kid, these dayz no one means it, a couple of words that don't mean shit, insensitivity running rampet, nothing to fix it, people falling in love as kids, than kids having kids, someone does something stupid, and poof! nothing can fix this, no one wants to talk things out, just scream and shout, no one notices the childs pout, until finally someones thrown out, now a parents gone, no explanation, no thought about there emotion, kids are gold man, they deserve the respect of a decent plan, to many are dealt shitty hands, so lets start a new trend, and try to mend, c'mon now I know we can. | |
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Posted: 7/14/2005 11:22:18 PM | Hey Pickles AKA Carole (That was my moms name so Ill remember it :) )Thanks for watching out for me .I appreciate it.I also appreciate ya takin the time to stop by.Feel free to post here anytime you like hon.Ill come check out your work soon too:)Stixx.Thanks again for stopping by.I recomend everyone check out this guys work.He has some serious talent and brings a fresh new flavor to the forums.Ill keep up with your new writes stixx,and I hope to see ya back here soon too.props Thanks again yall,and have a good nite...Love 2 all,Kat  | |
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Posted: 7/14/2005 11:57:17 PM | I got caught up in checking out some new work/writes in the forum so Im still up.One more from me,then  LOL Love yall and sweet dreams!Kat ~lil prom wave~
The summer wheat plays hide n seek with the sun
Rays of spun gold beckon
Rapunzel,Rapunzel
Let your guard down
But fairy tale girls never do
The tower was too high
And her hair has long since turned ashen grey
Her prince rode away on his high society horse
Her reality was youth and beauty
And overly high expectations
My reality is with you today
As we slowly meander through the summer forest
I imagine cinderella mustve felt like me
In her cleaning clothes
Ashes on her cheeks
Im in my tomboy clothes today
Eyeliner smudged across my tom boy cheek
Blushing with love
And anticipation
I dont need a high society tower
To view the world clearly
And make life observations
We fall down laughing
In the golden summer light
It seems my heart will fly away
If we let go even for a moment
Rapunzel,let your hair down
And play amongst the flowers
Today I found the answers
To what its all about
Someday Ill write a book
It will be a new version of the old fairy tale
About my prince
I was so fortunate to find
When I wasnt looking
How he looked when he smiled
with the innocence of a child
And he so loved this girl so wild yet .....
with an innocent heart.....
Walk with me my prince
And set your horses free
There is no other angel
Who will love you quite like me:)
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| Slience
Posted: 7/15/2005 1:33:09 AM | Silence
Ever wondered why silence is so beautiful?
It's a time when you can just sit and think.
Good, bad, painful memories, we all go threw silence.
But how about when silence isn't a choice?
Now thats a different concept.
As i now sit by your grave 15 month's later, there always be silence.
The only noise that can be heard is my broken heart slowly beating.
The most horrifying noises are the tears on my face hitting the ground.
The most clear of all noises are of the pain i dwell, the endless crying and screams as if you
can hear me.
People always say time heals pain.
Then why do i still feel like my soul is gone?
Fifthteen months later my soul, nowhere to be found.
Have you seen where my soul could be? Is it up there with you where it should be?
Then silence comes again as i look at a name,
But it isn't on a book or a bill, but engraved on a tombstone.
Now your surrounded by silence, please tell me i'm still in this nightmare.
I can't come to reality and you are now sleeping peacefully forever.
When i sit above you in silence, can you hear me? Can you see and feel my pain?
I know i'll never find out till my time calls,
Till that day i'll sit and think
IN SILENCE
Deicated to my Godfather Jose Melo
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| A Conscience Fought
Posted: 7/15/2005 4:47:10 AM | 697
A Conscience Fought
20 June 2000
A psalmists life is conscience fought
as are recorded each thought
To emphasise upon the ideal
and eventually have works to seal
An unsolicited response to hold
accounting feelings not gathering mold
For not to begin each prose
is to be naked with no clothes
One psalm leading to the next
even if found to be vexed
Guilt can be the order of the day
and for this the psalmist doest pray
As if there will always be one of these
in the wake of thoughts being frees
After there was one of those
hopefully not standing upon toes
“HEAR me when I call, O God of . . . righteousness: thou
hast enlarged me when I was in distress; have mercy upon
me, and hear my prayer. O ye sons of men, how long will
ye turn my glory into shame? how long will ye love vanity,
and seek after leasing? Selah. But know that the LORD hath
set apart him that is godly for himself: the LORD will hear
when I call unto him. I will both lay me down in peace,
and sleep: for thou, LORD, only makest me dwell in safety.”
Psalms 4: 1-3, 8 KJV
©2005 Regina Publications
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Posted: 7/15/2005 12:09:19 PM | Thanksgiving
Slumped on the front steps
of our yellow brick porch,
I listened to the ghost
of laughter mingled
with the sounds of play
and mourned the loss
of kickball summers
beneath the cherry tree
where we’d etched
Home’s safety in dark earth.
It was Thanksgiving,
And I waited for my sister’s
Volkswagen to bang down
Tabor Street’s rutted pavement;
Loyola was far away
and I missed the comfort
of her firm arms and soft voice;
When I confessed
I’d explored desire,
wandering in amaze
past treelined boulevards,
sunken terraces, narrow courts—
that I’d lost my way
at the back of a dim lit lane
where a dark wall rose beyond sight. . .
She kissed my forehead,
and said, “Come to Chicago. . .”
I give thanks for that Thanksgiving,
for the pattern provided:
Home’s not drawn on bare ground,
but in bright dreams,
where we dodge, leap, and slide
about this three dimensional diamond—
It’s a long way from Tabor Street;
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Posted: 7/15/2005 5:28:06 PM | | dingedarmor - you poem is very moving and I am a guy that might write the stuff, but don't read a lot of it and it takes a Mack truck to sway me - so you have a great write there indeed | |
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Posted: 7/15/2005 7:18:38 PM | Thank you, Poettothecars. I suspect that you and FFH are the only ones who enjoyed it but that's ok. I write for the sheer joy of creating music with language.
I appreciate what you experienced with it though.
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Posted: 7/15/2005 8:04:19 PM | | Hi guys.Ive been having alot of technical difficulties posting in here lately.Does anyone know how to fix the problem?It seems if its more than one line it wont post...Grr LOL I decided to post one line,then go back..edit and add the rest..YAY Brilliant LOL If I type too much this may not post so..@ Lisa(AKA my wifey and Happy Birthday Kevin) I loved your heartfelt poem girl.If you ever need to talk Im here for you always girlfriend:)@ Dinged..Your writes always paint such beautifully colorful emotional pictures.I can see feel and almost touch everything you write.Luv ya:)@ Pablof...I checked my mail hon.Im glad you like the thread..Feel free to post anytime..and Im glad to call you a new friend...@ Poet. Good job:)Thank you for being ecclectic in your poem topics now..hehe (hugs)@ Alistair..I miss you and I cant wait to talk to you later...Mwah:)have a good nite all,and good luck to those entered in the poetry contest MWAH! Kat | |
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Posted: 7/15/2005 8:06:48 PM | interesting enough Ding -
I have only one sister in my family -
and her initials are FFH -
and of that I mean my genuine down to earth sister -
not the  of this thread
like I only realised that connection
when I read your post
poettothecars
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Posted: 7/15/2005 8:14:00 PM | Yes ...but thats not my real name so Im sure it has no deep meaning Im messing with you(just pullin your chain) | |
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Posted: 7/15/2005 8:16:10 PM | Hey chica, just stoppin for some coffee and doughnuts.
Ding, LOVED that write. Just thought I would drop in to say HI. | |
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