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Posted: 4/16/2008 8:17:58 AM | Once again you have brought me to tears, dear man. Someday I'd like to show you the book I have by one of my favorite writers. I'm glad you found your place in my heart.
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Posted: 4/18/2008 1:14:02 AM | What hurts you the most? Is it the silence in the night or the feeling that this dream just isnt all that right? We cant lie.
It feels right.
What paints you the clearest? The brush you use, or the one I choose? This dream is so real. All I can do is die.
It feels right.
Ive brushed the hair away from your eyes. Ive held your hand when our worlds were coming undone, and made us feel calm.
All I can do is die.
Ive touched heaven in your eyes, Ive seen tomorrow in the air that we breathed. Ive closed my eyes and seen you.
All I can do is wonder why.
What hurts me the most? The blood I will always give, or the life I will never live? One has to happen, there isnt another way.
All I can voice, are the words my heart has to say.
I cant touch a heart of gold. I cant buy a dream, thats been long since sold. I cant. I cant. I cant. I cant.
Have you slept in a world where dreams never ring true.
Have you ever had a life where the ring in my hand, can never be given to you?
Just tell me I could have been good enough at one time, but as for now... | |
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Posted: 4/18/2008 1:57:47 AM | Many times I have read your poems crossfade and saw words within that I myself have spoken and known. Some cool writes that you write.
Hands extending forward
Reaching
Trying one final grasp
As the ties have been cut
Looking into her eyes
For that split second
If not but in a memory
Before the free fall
As the words she speaks echoes in slow motion
Within the mind
The I don't love you anymore she speaks
Becomes an anvil
And all is lost
As a heavy heart sinks into the endless sea of despair | |
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Posted: 4/25/2008 2:02:46 AM | Last call from the Diver.
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You spent your life turning your head and closing your eyes.
The cuts across your world, were nothing compaired to your silent cries.
We moved away, and we kinda drifted apart... yet
What can I say, you were always a brother in my heart.
You changed when I was away, and with you gone, it breaks my heart this way...
I could have been a better brother, I could have been a better friend.
I could have focused my life, like you did, and been there with you in the end.
I would have listened a little more, swam a little faster towards the shore
Been a little bit more of what you needed.
I wont ruin your memory by letting this eat me inside
I will honor every part of you, and remember the "us" while you were alive.
Sleep well tonight my brother. Valhala calls, and you live in a better place.
I will always remember '93, the times we had, and the smile on your face.
Sleep well my friend. Teach the Angels how to dive, as they teach you to finaly smile.
Rest in Eternal Peace, brotha. | |
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Posted: 5/24/2008 10:47:06 PM | Beautiful Dagger
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Here I am again.
Blue ribbon in another hand.
Smiling gracefully
As my heart laughs at me.
What a fool I am, to think I could chase a dream.
What a shame Ive become, wanting this.
What a beautiful dagger you chose
The one laid in my heart.
What an unimaginable love we kill
When we thought it from the start.
What a beautiful death, one that sets us free.
What a beautiful lie, the one Ive been telling me.
I can cut away at the dream and slice away at my sin.
Yet nothing will ever repain, the lie Ive burried within.
What a beautiful dagger, I see planted in my chest.
What a beautiful dagger, .... the one that I love...
Blood tastes sweeter, when its from the one you love.
Light looks darker now...
What a beautiful dagger. | |
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Posted: 5/26/2008 10:45:21 PM | Eyelid Dreams
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When you close your eyes, what do you see?
Is it a feeling of regret, or is it a dream of me?
Do you dream of the life you live in, or are you seeking my face?
Do you feel alive or is it a trap? Are you at home, or in our place?
They say that en vino veritas is what the heart speaks while we escape
Yet are the dreams in our life so much a clue, or just a window covering drape?
When your head is on your pillow and this world is quiet, do you think about me?
When you close your eyes and you slip away... tell me honestly, what is it you see?
I know you will never walk away, but are you standing still beause its all you know?
When you close your eyes tomorrow night, and the feeling is right, will this feeling grow?
Or... am I the only one thats waking up in a rush, trying to capture a single nights rest.
Knowing in my heart, this love that we have found, could end up being the best.
Or am I just closing my eyes too much. Am I just living the dream that you and I have.... | |
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Posted: 5/26/2008 11:23:54 PM | Hi Cross
good to see you back posting
Just what are dreams
angelic themes
splintered into lonely nights
crystaline in splendid towers
offerings of sweet delight
til so hard
those broken shards
fractured in their needing
fall through space
into your place
to make you grovel
pleading
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Posted: 5/29/2008 1:55:28 AM | Truely amazing my friend...
and I still remain a slave...
Broken shards lie all around me
Through the veil, its all I can see.
Dreams and desires.
Hopes and Ivory towers.
One day, they will be mine.
I may lose a thousand times, yet
When that ship finaly docks, I will lose my regret.
Or I die a man with a life full of shards.
Let it never be said I failed to dream.
Let a life of reality escape me ... or so they will say.
Loved your words, my dear friend. | |
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Posted: 5/30/2008 3:16:38 AM | The canons roared when I never expected an attack. I paniced. You thought it was me slicing away at our troops. I was in even more shock than you!
Ive always been able to ride away when the heat was too hot to stand.
I was always able to shrug my shoulders, and know that I will be my own man.
Nothing ever really got to me, I never let anything that deep inside.
I was open with the world around me, I never had anything in me to hide.
Yet, now Im being gunned down, and they are trying to take you with me.
I wont let that happen. The fact that I would die before you fall, they cant see.
A bullet to the chest will never slow down how I feel about you and I.
If it ultimately is the wound that kills this, I will die, smiling at our own sky.
You question this, and I dont blame you. Im so tired of trying to figure out this attack.
Its bleeding me dry every day. I hate this walking away... to protect you... I just want you back.
Blood in chest, eyes towards the sky... I take your silence as to mean this is for the best. | |
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Posted: 6/3/2008 12:56:24 AM | Theres been so much going on lately, and I feel you pull away.
I know my place in this life, and I realize, there isnt anything I can say.
Im the other one. Im the relief valve, the one that just make noise.
I now Im the one that loses, if it were ever to come down to a choice.
Im not like anyone you have ever met, and thats okay. I will never bleed dry.
Ive let my heart feel this, and Ive explained whats going on. I just cant let it see me cry.
You read what I never thought you would read, so life says your reading this...
So... all cards on the table.
This should be my very best write, shouldnt it? Its about you!
What if this one is 4 pages long? What if this one sounds so much like a song? What if?
What if I break every poetic rule? What if I do this just like I was taught in school?
What if?
What if I do that thing where I bleed for real, where I rush out into the rain... so they, or you cant see the pain. What if?
A kiss on an elevator, a smile across the room. A single chance to hold you. A life you accept and one I have only dreamed of.
A miss in a life, a million miles across the room. A single shot in the dark. A life I see, and one that you have only dreamed of.
Im ready to live with my family, and Im ready to die in obscurity. My eyes see the end, and I know you hate that. Its the one golden dagger that you will place inside my chest.
Im a dream to you. Im a vision of something you desire. Im a friend a lover and a confidant. A knight in shining armor... but never the one you will love the best.
This is how great Knights feel after failing the joust. When the lance penetrates the armor, and you lose... despite your feelings... you taste the dirt and the mud. This is how it feels. This is how we walk.
Yet, even in that. I will mount back up tomorrow. The lance doesnt hurt near as much as the smile and the kiss makes me smile. Give me a thousand loses to half as many smiles... and I will be happy to die in obscurity. In this life... I was loved by a Queen. | |
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Posted: 6/6/2008 1:35:22 AM | Stay the night, just one time.
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It was always a "one time" issue. We could just get it out of our system. It was always the tendrils of a dream, gently rolling across my heart.
Just one time, just one kiss, just one smile, just one ... life. Here we remain, when "Just one time" was where we birthed our start.
One time. One time I want my star to shine. One time I want this world in the palm of my hand.
One time. I want your heart to be mine. One time... Just let it be one time and I will show you a man.
When you need this world turned upside down in order to get it fixed, just ask... one time.
When your crying inside and all you want to do is hide, just look away in pain... one time.
When you come home late at night, and this world has their hooks in your shoulders, just whisper. One time...
When those hooks dig deeper and deeper and you feel like you cant breathe... look to me. In our time.
You may not feel it like I do, and you may have a life thats warm and safe.
And I know you have a heart of gold, and I would never want to TAKE that away...
Yet I cant get past this feeling. What if we stumbled upon a dream, and can make it real? Ghosts walking inside.
What if it was the very last "One time"...
And our hearts had nothing left to hide?
Just one night... | |
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Posted: 6/11/2008 1:32:03 AM | When
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When the air moves around me and I see this life stir about
When the day changes, and it gets warmer, as it wakes up.
When the coffee is brewing, when the errands are done
When the news makes even less sense...
I think of you.
When my eyes open for the first time, when I start to see.
When I shake myself awake... I think of you, and I think of me.
I do this every day. I do this while I carry one, trying to hope against hope.
I dont see the failure here though... for the first time, this love doesnt have a rope.
Its never felt that way. I know you dont see it. And please dont read this, tonight.
You cringe when I speak of this, but there is a part of you that feels this.... right?
We no longer dance around the issue, its just you and I. And theres no rush.
Its only when it gets close to that truth, that the words get hard, and the voices go hush.
Ive always said it was never a matter of if... if we found this love so true within...
It was never, in my life, a matter of if, but rather, in my life, a matter of when... | |
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Posted: 6/21/2008 2:13:13 AM | When you cry, I fall apart. I reach for stars, I reach for your heart.
When you have a bad day, and I hear it in your voice. I turn into a different man, its not your fault, its my choice. I want to fix whats wrong, I want to mend life and make it right. I want to see you smile, want to change the world, and do it tonight.
I will rip tendons, and lacerate my skin, to delve into the parts of this, that are leaving you without. I want to hold your hand while we sign the papers on our brand new house. I want to show you ..
I want to show you what its like. The life we keep feeling is being thrown into the mix.
When your heart, or your world, or your car, or the toilet is broken... I will be there for the fix.
I will, I want to. I want that kind of life.
While the rest of the world, pisses away a perfect wife.
Either way... I will fix what is broke. I will smile when I want to scream. I will laugh when I want to explain to you how I think its all supposed to go.
I will do that because,
When you cry, I fall apart. I reach for stars, I reach for your heart. | |
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Posted: 6/30/2008 12:00:13 AM | I cant write the words anymore. That room in my mind is a mess.
That room was supposed to be yours! I kept it and held it there for you.
I do that. I keep rooms for you. I often look at them, as I do at this one.
In this room I worry and I smile. I laugh and I cry. In this room Im a hero and a villian, and I never really know why. Not in this room.
In this room you are my dream, your my queen and my life. Yet, in this room, you are my blood and my need, and never my ....
In this room I close the door. Lets not do this tonight.
In this heart we just shut out hope, lets not do what is right.
I cant write the words anymore, yet you keep moving more things into this room.
I cant fight the desire anymore, yet I keep hoping more is in store, beyond my doom.
I dont care. Its your room.
Its your room. You can throw away your trash, you can stick around with him
Its your room. Do with it what you must, hide under the covers from our sin...
Its your room.
What if I wanted to walk into that room with you? What if I took a place in my very own heart? What if I did and you and I were there for the very first time? What if I bled and you cried and the windows became clear? What if when all of that happened, we looked each other in the eye... and...
Realized for real, that with out a doubt, and with out question...
It was your room... | |
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Posted: 6/30/2008 1:48:46 AM |
I cant write the words anymore. That room in my mind is a mess.
And yet we still keep writing.
Hell, we're both fairly big guys; let's just get drunk and go beat the shyt out of him.
That's what I'm thinkin'.
Fvck 'em.
I always hear where you're comin' from. | |
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Posted: 7/2/2008 12:38:03 AM | Brawny, My friend... good to see ya.
Heh... I loved the write. Believe me, there are times. I tell ya what... even if no one gets the shyt heal-stomped out of them... lets go ahead with the get drunk part. Fvk the world.
One more bottle and another thought.
12oz of dreams and lies, nightly bought.
Put a few more into the mix, and let see how this goes.
A few after that, and some posting, hell... who knows.
She started off as a whisper, just somone with a name.
Yet, since getting to know her, I have never been the same.
One more bottle, maybe this will do the trick.
Yet I know its gonna take more than one, my heart is love sick.
That was probably the lamest line I have ever said.
Maybe this is the day, the poet in me lies down, dead.
I really should call it a night before this just gets horrid.... even more so that is. | |
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Posted: 7/2/2008 12:53:09 AM | Aces
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Every hand in life, is dealt by the choices we make.
The cards we opt to keep, the ones we fold, and the ones we take.
Sometimes were dealt a winning hand, but in the end, we tear it apart.
We fold the hole cards, or discard the Queen, and pay for it with our heart.
Ive been dealt several winning hands, and I have hosed up each and every one.
I had a full house once, and I knew it was against a stacked deck.
I had a great two pair once, but I folded the hand. Figured... what the heck.
Ive never had the three of a kind, it was never really my gig.
But I had a boat, on the river, that produced my kid.
Im sitting here looking, at the hand I now hold close.
The first four cards are perfect, this could be the most...
I have the 4 I need, in the worst kind of way, but whats the rush?
I could push the hand in greed, and simply say, I have the Royal Flush...
But Im still looking at this hand. The ace, the King, the Jack, and the rest to the ten...
Will that last one be my Queen, will it really be my hand? Or will I fold, like I did back then?
I know I wont fold.... but I may just end up with a straight.
Another promising hand. Another colt, crippled out of the gate.
I Call... | |
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Posted: 7/2/2008 1:00:11 AM | The forgotten and the Queen.
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He was lost, she wasnt around. All hell was breaking loose, and she was no where to be found. His wounds were amassing, he was losing sight. This cant be happening, she cant be alone tonight. He pushed through the pain, as another arrow found another heart. Another enemy fallen, another chance at a start. Healing up he recovered, but only in time for the next wave. He would kill every last son of a **** alive, just to see her life saved.
They came from the left, bearing down and raising hell.
They came from the right, but he knew all to well...
His health was rising, she was still alive!
This epic battle will prevail, as she will survive.
The battle was close, as knights and madmen were all about.
As the last arrow landed inside of his chest, he heard a shout...
"The last one has fallen, the enemy is no more!"
He had fallen so she could live, thats what he was there for.
Long live the Queen!!! | |
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Posted: 7/2/2008 1:24:19 AM | While you sleep
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While you lay sleeping. I bounce around in the night.
With all the love and feelings, and our times... out of sight.
I think about the world in my hands. And I think of you.
While you lay sleeping.
I make a pot of coffee and crack open another beer.
Sitting in the window, trying to make it all a bit more clear.
Its a love we have, one that one of is trying to make true.
While you lay sleeping.
The dream inside will never find its cursed resting place
That is, unless I can continue to hold your precious face.
Its a love I know will grow and it can only be me and you...
While you lay sleeping.
I hammer out the words of a rhyme that doesnt make much sense.
I wish I was better at this and I wish I could... but I cant, its just too intense.
I cant quit this and I cant fix this and in my heart, I must be true...
While you lay sleeping.
I'll close the pages for tonight, and crawl up to your side.
In the morn you'll be gone, and a part of me will subside.
I'll wake up like every day and wash the me a bit closer to the you...
While you lay sleeping... | |
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Posted: 7/2/2008 5:15:40 AM | while you sleep I wonder
a dumbly muted clown
gaze upon your wonder
spooning in I drown
in the pure effrontery
that magic that is you
I dream of wolves and dragons
and the wonder that comes true
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Posted: 7/3/2008 12:58:06 AM | | Loved it Lonte! Its funny... she reads this as well, and noticed the same brilliance I see in your writes, as well with Brawny's. Thanks to both of you for the reply's. | |
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Posted: 7/9/2008 12:55:24 AM | My Fear
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A few years ago, I made a gift. It changed my life. Ive never really done many things right up till recently, yet, that was one shining star. Life kicks and I absorb the pain. I brush it off, you will rarely EVER hear me speak of it. You rarely hear me speak of the pain that eats away at me daily. The pain that takes control at times in a way you can never imagine. I rarely say a word. I cry alone and in the darkend rain. The years and time wash by, like the currents in the sea. The pain grips and rips, and over time, has taken parts of me. I cant speak of it. Its a consuming fire inside that has no where left to go. If I could hold that gift from the very start, I would never let it go.
Im going to see this gift, its been quite some time. The fire in my life is ablaze, and my heart beats out my crime. The demons haunt me over this, and at times it eats me alive. I burry myself in solitude, praying for the darkness, and the rain.
Im going to see you run up to me, and every part of my heart will break. The strong dad you once knew, will slowly fall apart. I cant say Im sorry enough, nor can I explain. But know that deep inside that fathers embrace, is one mans curring pain. | |
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Posted: 7/9/2008 1:09:35 AM | Not going to put a 'girly write' in here
This whole thread speaks from the heart of a man
Enough to say
.....I stayed to read more
Doesnt happen so often | |
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