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Posted: 11/16/2004 2:12:07 AM | Cross my friend I hate to see you go, yet under the circumstances
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The Time has come and you must go
And leave your friends by this old radio
If we liked your spinning we could drop you a line
You would be back tommrrow at the same old time
Now it seem that they have won,
I'm sure however your not done
In fourms all across this web
You'll will find place to lay your head
And when you do I hope that day
you send an e-mail back this way
The Magic that you spun on here
Often made me shed a tear, such beauty from this writers pen
Will not be posted here again
Take care my friend..........Good luck..I will be where I have always been Just and e-mail or phone call away.... | |
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Posted: 11/16/2004 5:59:03 PM | Love ya Eric
Not gonna tell you I'll miss ya, cuz I got yer number AND I know where ya live.. he he he
Whats a goodbye from here, is a new beginning elsewhere.. see ya there babe!! | |
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Posted: 11/16/2004 6:55:30 PM | I'm sorry I didn't get to know you better Cross....... I've enjoyed your reads and appreciate your reading mine.
Actually I think I am glad I didn't get to know ya...cause I HATE goodbyes..... be well and good luck in life... ((((Cross)))) | |
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Posted: 11/26/2004 9:37:41 PM | Bcgray, I never got to properly say goodbye.
So many a friend, never got to look in the eye.
At last, this is simply how this game works
You can be yourself, save a few simple minded jerks.
I miss you all, and hope that your life is still what you pursue
Because nothing on this rock is worth sacrificing over you.
Ive met my fair share of friends, and have met very few foes
The things that the powers that be understand, no one knows.
I have live a greater life than most men can ever manage to tale
But I never, ever worry about my life, becomeing something stale.
I know that when I reach that day, laying upon deaths cold, relentless bed
I can close my eyes, and walk through my mind, and remember what my heart said.
Love the ones you can. Face the ones you dont want to, and hold the ones ya need.
Let go of your foolish dreams, let your heart run wild. And never let your life be one of greed.
Smile to the man that opens the door, and wink the the lady that rings her bell
Your warm heart on that cold day, could be their difference between heaven and hell.
Never stop to thank that person, that lets you simply cut in line
Or the heart that reaches out to you, ensuring you that your fine.
The postal man that delivers your mail, and always puts in in perfect order
Or perhaps the neighbor that lets you put your fence, two feet across the border.
Life really isnt all that long, and you only get one shot. So spin the record and dance the dance.
We all met here, and the ones that I think about often, know who they are. The labels placed mean nothing to me, you know your still in my heart. I learned just a little bit, from each and every one. I take those lessons very dearly, so dont think for a minute that this cross is done.
I never liked being me, until I met you.
I never liked living this life, until it became new.
You all had so much to do with that, the ones that know me the best.
And I would as of the others, to listend to them, the ones the remain the rest.
Thank you so much.
~Cross | |
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Posted: 11/26/2004 9:47:12 PM |
You all had so much to do with that, the ones that know me the best.
And I would as of the others, to listend to them, the ones the remain the rest.
Im sorry, I got typing so fast and feeling so much.... lol... this is what it was meant to say...
"You all had so much to do with that, the ones that knew me the best.
And I would tell the others, to listen to them, the ones that remain the rest"
And what I meant by that, was this. There are a list of regulars here, who actually speak to people. I admire them so much for that. They do it in a way that disguises themselves, through poetry.... but they speak to us. And they are my friends. I miss you guys!!
~Cross | |
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Posted: 11/26/2004 10:05:50 PM | You have this man subdued.
I wont talk to you, or be rude.
You pulled a pistol, when I pulled a pen. You played the adult, when you were supposed to be the human. You failed, and you always will. But, its rational behavior were after. Isnt it.
I stop in from time to time, I read what my friends write. I want to be the replyer, the one who understands.
But Im the fool that lacks judgment, the skater on very thin ice. I have to word it perfectly, or Im no longer being nice.
But zee, and sky, and soba and kook (grey is now gone), and abass, so many others that walk through this life that we allow to touch us... and grip us.. and we just shine and hope they continue to fly. Thats all we hope.
This will by my last for awhile. Because its what I feel.
A heart full of fake, for a life thats full of so much real!
~Cross | |
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Posted: 11/26/2004 10:08:30 PM | | Thank you for posting again Crossfade. Your words are very touching and true. I think I can speak for many here if I said: We will always welcome more posts from you. | |
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Posted: 11/27/2004 4:33:26 AM | Brother, my color may have changed, yet my heart remains pure.
Go forth and live as if it were your last day, love, as there is no other
Dream as if it's all possible
Remember the faces of those you hold dear
Know that we miss you, and wish you love, happiness and Joy where ever you are.....
S | |
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Posted: 11/27/2004 6:22:02 AM | You spilled your heart in this here forum for all of us to read
You gave so much to all of us Eric
and you gave it without any personal need
often helped us with our troubles, a true friend you are indeed
We loved your heart and spirit
and we'll miss it oh so much
each poem that you placed in here
didn't leave a soul untouched
xoxoxoxo | |
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Posted: 11/28/2004 4:09:03 AM | I miss the man we used to know
I wish he didn't have to go
I come here now and hope to see some beautiful words of great poetry
Yet the boards are bare, theres no one here
Theres no more joy, theres no more cheer
I hope that he will find his space, on the web another place
For our loss is anothers gain
I will stay and fight the pain... | |
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Posted: 12/7/2004 9:07:04 PM | Another day, another labored step.
Another dream, another tear that was wept.
Shifting in my hollow mind, searching for a sweat release
Looking for what I wont find, finding only what I need the least.
Sitting in a broken chair.
Breathing only stale-lost air.
What if I take this finale step? What if I fail to see.
What if I break another bone, what if I damage you and me?
Another day, another toilsome walk.
Another vision, another heart that can talk.
Sitting here in a deformed life, I search for what has got to be right.
Laying here in a rented bed, I pray to God that I wont die tonight.
So many things I have yet to do. So many lives I have yet to build.
So many things I never said to you. So many fears that I still yeild.
So here I come. You may cut me down in a victiorious mannor, and you may win.
I no longer care, you may be the galiant force that over takes me, absolution of my sin.
You may be that person. You may be that crown.
You may be that vicor, or you may slowly drag me down.
Either way it no longer matters, your words ring in such a folly.
I will show up in brazen arms, and they will have their day... no such folly in my life....
When you cast doubts on me... It makes me smile.
Whey you say I cant crawl, I run the miracle mile.
When you tell me I can no longer find all that my heart desires.
I will gently remind you of the place you dwell in, in lifes brutal mires.
You see, the pedestal your standing on, is only half built
A child like yourself, can never rise above your axial tilt.
But its all a sweet release, inside the subtle dreams that you keep.
And I will remain your villian, the bat the lurks inside of your deep.
Like it matters. Like it ever really did. Like you ever held emotion.
I would have stuck it out over the years... but you and I lacked the devotion.
Sleep well | |
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Posted: 12/8/2004 8:19:12 AM | The rented bed, the pain of time
I read your words as they are mine
I know the pain that you must face
While she is here and you're in that place
Yet time will heal the broken lost soul
If you keep in mind the final goal | |
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Posted: 12/8/2004 8:54:40 AM | oh yellow rose
oh yellow rose
why did you take off and leave red behind
only if you'd come back
you'd brighten my heart with the worm bright glow
you'd suddenly make me alive and well like it once was... | |
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Posted: 12/19/2004 10:29:01 PM | In the showing up there is intrigue.
In the walking closer there is mystique.
In the growing together there is warmth.
In the day to day duldrums there is happiness.
In the arguments that no one recalls their origin, there is fear.
In the still nights of silence there is searching.
In the walking away there is the story of where we went wrong. | |
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Posted: 12/19/2004 10:53:44 PM | | Im doing great. Little tired and holiday-spent, but aside from that, Im better than ever. Trying to come up with a few things I have been working on, but I think my writer in my head is taking a night off...lol | |
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Posted: 12/20/2004 12:55:20 AM | I burned away all the mire, to find a heart of refined gold.
Sitting beside my consuming fire, I prepare the story still untold.
Theres a house that sits in a valley, backed up against all the pines.
Theres a heart that crys in the dark inside that house, and that one is mine.
I cant have any shelves anymore. So afraid that what sits there, will never be removed.
The day I lost you girl, changed my life forever. I swear I came completely unglued.
But Im no longer down in that cold, dark well.
Here in the pines, in my very own house, I survived all of that hell.
Yet there are nights, sitting here staring at all these blinking stars.
My heart wishes for another, feeling she may as well be on mars.
The distance is no where near that far, but I know only that shes not right here.
Im content for the first time in my life, Im no longer letting my heart to be ran by fear.
I burned away all of that mire, to find a heart of refined gold.
Walking away from my consuming fire, Im content with the story that is now told. | |
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Posted: 12/20/2004 6:37:06 PM | | Thank you so much Kim. Its always one of the greatest compliments to be complimented by someone who has the ability to write in the way you do. Again, mucho appreciato!! | |
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Posted: 12/21/2004 12:31:02 AM | "mucho appreciato!"..(lol) I gotta love it!! Ya know, I felt healing from letting go myself. It is finally exhaling,releasing that tightness in your chest. It's fabulous. Emotions run the gammit, don't they? As "wonderful" as they are, they can take their toll. Love ya guys-all respect intended. We might not all be in the same boat, but we're out here in the water fishing aren't we?  Peace out buds~ | |
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Posted: 12/21/2004 7:43:42 PM | | Neo, you ROCK girl... a true poet, a genuine friend, and a perfect partner in crime!!! It feels great to be back. All my homies (pouring beer on the curb) are here... Now we can let the words/emotions/fears fly out like the wind whipping through the canyons!!! | |
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