| a nOvices attempted sonnet
Posted: 9/19/2006 8:29:03 PM | When I disguise silence with tortured refrain
I am not alone in altered state
Character deep with clouded fates
litter scenes of peace at war with love and hate
Idle finds its way to unscripted acres
Scant journeys traveled as dark
Sooth say" Glory lies in travels past"
Will forges lonesome roads to lessened expectations
Phrases , laced to clips and shadows of celluloid
Scribbled fantasias waste paper globes underfoot
Strewn musings recalling the present with meaningful eyes
Reality pleads to leave its nightly mark
Silence resumes its rightful place in the dark
Shakespeare was a stoner | |
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| a nOvices attempted sonnet
Posted: 9/21/2006 6:11:43 PM | ahh but if your choice of companions
speaks only of your own lonliness
you are destined my friend to be
more lonely than imagined, tsk tsk
true we all have nasty habits
but that doesn't make us them
if we want to learn and grow
seeking and reaching toward
the sunlight in the daytime
and the moon when night falls
never make anything
all just about just any woman
sagely this i know
thats just painting
the devil on the wall
where he's not welcome
future isn't to be made up
but simply lies before us all
like a carpet of possibilities
looming large and sometimes small
confusion is just
but one state of mind
there are many others
i prefer myself
confusing isn't mystery
or enigmatic in any way
makes me just turn away
while surely thoughts are good
to relect and think about
reality simply just works best
offering balance in the end
is the often the truer test | |
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| hehehehehhe
Posted: 9/21/2006 6:17:54 PM | picky picky picky
good thing you're so hot princess
It was actually about the act of writing
I like yours better but reality is just a fantasy
with all the lights out | |
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| hehehehehhe
Posted: 9/21/2006 6:27:06 PM | no princess
has ever existed
no, never here you see
within this temple
for from the time
when i was wee
i had other things
inside my life and mind
i never dreamt of
being a bride
nor a mother
nor in forever
either
even when
i was all those
and more
still i was only me
i was simply
far too busy
just surviving
being me
now i'm all grown up
and just intent
on living and
becoming the best
me that i can be
while i've surely been
adorned and ornamented
and yes even adored
no princess here
has ever existed
within my me | |
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| jesters request
Posted: 9/21/2006 7:05:53 PM | Has the time come when I
would stoop so low to lie
regarding whats inside
Could this come to be
disbelief in what I see
or simply a part you hide
Yet I see quite clear
or so it would appear
its you that must decide
Royalty is given
not to be mistaken
with clothing for our pride
So this I must say
a Princess you'll stay
until a King is by your side | |
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| jesters request
Posted: 9/21/2006 9:02:59 PM | she was mystified
and yes, pissed at that too
yet at the same time just a bit scared
but sanctified too, inside
tired of worrying herself into a tizzy
and making shit make sense
would rather just be gloriously edified
it is really warm in here
maybe tis the wine
maybe it IS him
does it matter now
this time?
sharp intake of breath here
again, sighing and pondering
500$ to come so far
for what the reat of you ask?
a further way
if thast's all that's sought
no it isn't a daft conception
for it could surely
go a long way
it might fizzle out before then
but maybe
further than
any of us might
dream or even imagine | |
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| jesters request
Posted: 9/22/2006 12:22:21 AM | no parts hidden per se
off to bedsitland
once again i stray
till dawn's new day
and of your breath
i'll dream of till then
you n for now
your heavy pen
till we breath
as one
be well
i bid you sun
for what it's worth
all my dreaming can't undue
wanting
to see for orselves
then know
clapsed hands
and hearts swell
inside this life
my heart dwells
for now
we ache and we bleed
we hunger and need
we taunt and play
but feel inside
daring to show ourselves
to the other
canyons beckon
and your shadows
your words
your voice
dances in memories
not too distant past
future she is vast
you nourish me
you just being you
and lighten my days
my nights are
more difficult
when i hang up
the phone
back to bedsitland i go
tormented and graced
for i hear you still | |
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| Zak scratches back
Posted: 9/22/2006 5:37:08 PM | it would seem
I've struck
a beam
a moon would
be
my choice
if I had
a
voice
so its
no reply
softly
I I
I I I sigh
I so love the classics
A King on his throne
Queen on his back
Princess in her tower
Wizard holding all the power
Heady stuff that
Even a dragon in fact
But I digress
when I'm paid to undress
or at the very least
I guess
Attempt to
Impress
The Queen of dreams removes her crown
stepping down from her rightful throne
the follower of fear draws his sword
to behead the withered crone
this dredger of darkness remounts his steed
to lead the armies at last
as our savior in sleep slumbers on
unaware nightmares have come to pass
The minstrels play a mournful dirge
as a pall envelops the throng
nine clerics chant a mantra of peace
the peasants reply in song
in purpled skies turning to black
two moons continue to rise
on weeping winds come dull reports
announcing a certain demise
With war machines trampling the fields
the tyrant advances his hoard
weaker of limb brew in boiling oil
as the brave unsheathe their swords
when he's battle worn with innocents impaled
he ascends his coveted throne
in defeated dreams his victory has paled
fore he celebrates the coronation alone
so ya he's be atchin
cause he wouldn't listen
when I tole him he da man
now I'm tellin you
befo dis post is froo
ya gots ta hear an hunastan
if i says you da dog
you can believe dat God
an ride it to too far
nobody but me be me
an juss cant see
I know exactly who you are | |
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| perplexed with vulnerability of current state ahh arizona
Posted: 9/22/2006 11:32:39 PM | get it, hit it baby make it glow and flame
thickly veiled encrypted encryptions hiding you inside
you dared venture out feeling somewhat perplexed vulnerability exposed and suprisingly found yourself inside my heart warm and softly beating mmm welcome home
giddily laughing so thoughtful n carefully pondering and sharing befits us for now
deep and reflective simple and sane shall i sing the refrain as i play with your temple and find myself en reverie tracing your lips
once again tonight opening yet further softly pulling purple blue n pink unfolding to blue
soaring true musing too snippets of song bits of verse images flying across starlit skies
smiling here imagining pp laughing camera in her hands adoringly she smiles n playfully says mamma called today and loves her 'ittle boy sooo much her words are true yet she still collapses mouth erupting in giggles so where's that picture locked in mind not memory of what i've been told for i've yet to see for myself vis a vis the outside of that which has captured this inside of me no easy task, that
imagining your visage from different angles to be first seen lit of lights never yet viewed
a condundrum an enigma dancing on my soul many vistas ahead converging in phoenixes and vortexes crevices and folds of this my complex yet simple mind
jerome atop a cliff aging mining town of old turned into artist's retreat we'll stop in the brewery to slam a beer n a shot and rest our weary feet admiring the view for fifty miles but mostly our smiles
sighing as satiating souls will have to wait until we first another greet friendship; fire with no expectations containing n harboring deep intangibile desires
for now
london bridge has fallen down and put back all together again in arizona you'll see as well madame dust isn't far from there and she wil sense with barely a glance if our aims are true well that is, if she ain't yet expired with flaming red hair engulfing her body in entirity we shall see cause well sir yes, for i know a place where hope lives | |
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| the first step is from our dream
Posted: 9/23/2006 11:04:11 AM | where are each of you? the thinker, the peot, the songstress, the dreamer, the hurt, the fallen, the chosen and the lurkers who post not but feed on the reads; where are you?
is this thread barren of your dreams and thoughts to begin a journey outside yourselves? have i offended to the point of no interest? am i invisible to you?
i hunger for knowledge and learning and a different state of mind, do you?
what have you realized about yourself thus far? please share a thought or two... for aren't we all hungry and thirsty to weave our own way yet blend into others lives today?
ahhh what about dreams, expectations of others or your own destiny forged and carved by yourself? do your inner true desires shape you or enslave you or leave you paralyzed in mind and heart?
have you defined your tangible passions? if not, if so; what changes can you make within and accomplish outside yourself, be they small or huge?
are you slave to your thoughts , or soar with them by making them true, stone by stone
bit by bit and act by action?
what makes your yearning heart sing rather than bleed?
do others dictate your ways and weave your life by what they say?
we own our own truths and folly too, do we each not?
forget status, stature, turn yourselves from the smoke and mirrors,
run from harlots and false magicians.
forge and crawl over every rock and mountain to your own dreams.
be still and know best yourself, and . relish the fact that beauty, truth and happiness is yours if you but dare to dream~ for dreaming is but only our first step.
can you imagine edification lies within yourself more than any other place?
comittment to self stretches outward if we are ready for that challenge.
first know what you want for yourself. make a plan and begin the course.
be flexible when necessary but recognise and decipher if a change or fork in that road
is one to be examined or tossed aside for we all have freedom of choice to become a
new traditionalist if we desire.
we weren't born with the chalice but we can drink of it, even if it's empty, if we believe
in ourselves we will see the worth of others, respecting them in their place in play of life
for we are all yet unfolding and the future belongs to all of us to shape.
waste not your talent awaiting dreams alone, look in the face of courage and begin your way. where and with what from within, do you place your first step from now?
when will true courage inside manifest its way outside for you? | |
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| dreams know no bounds
Posted: 9/23/2006 11:43:49 AM | I agree babe
everyone has a say
we all have a story to tell
something mundane
we like to twist into the dramatic
just to make it a little surreal
or maybe a bit more unbelievable
hopefully I'm more practical
could be I'm blind inside
ignorant of my present surroundings
but at least I know who I am
I am you and you
and you too love
and this I can prove
I am a conduit
a knower of stuff
a troubled young man
on the road to excess
a believer in never
hoping for the best
the payer of consequence
that settles for less
And wacked Steph
I state false facts
blather cliches
I run out of options
almost every single day
I am an asker of questions
the judgement of truth
a reminder of memories
from the days of our youth
My heart says even a muse
I am the barer of bad news
yet a light in the storm
a teller of tall tales
and the devil reborn
I am the wings of rejection
a one finger salute
but in reality
I am simply the mirror
right in front of you | |
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| dreams know no bounds
Posted: 9/23/2006 2:12:01 PM | ahhh, but now i see.
or assume. did you not know; i abhor tests.
so therein lies your confusion; for i am NOT her or her, nor her, either. i am only me, and refuse to compare you with anyone in my wake, nor forsake you in any struggle worth that we both believe to be worthy of our attention.
it might be anything attacking fibers of you or me or both; but wil not go quietly laughing about it's evil ways having felt as if it's won. i think of ways to overcome obstacles, and i am tenacious at having well learned from this lifetime of having to think and do so. it is my sword, and it is sharp and shining, for gypsies like things that shine. yes, i know, princesses do as well, but make no mistake i know who and what i am; as well as what i'm not...
i loyally prefer to hold to the edge of his sleeve, even if it means reaching behind myself in a crowded space to reach for it. or skipping ahead to catch up to him, as i did when i was very very young. | |
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| no question
Posted: 9/23/2006 6:06:49 PM | I normally start out with a question
I try to get to the meat of the meal
the problem here is this is uncommon
its not an everyday thing
I don't want a predicted outcome
I want you
I need to hold you close
close to me
no question
I've had it with this fishing thing
I don't want to by a catch
can't relate to this time trial
to find that elusive match
You won't find me in those singles
I would just be wasting my time
in a world full of losers
I would simply be waiting in line
I know we met long before
you ever told me poets can soar
will I ever find the nerve
to say I feel there's something more
sometimes in desperation I question it
I think maybe I'm wrong
but I know I need you
I want to hold you close
close to me
no question | |
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| no question left unanswered
Posted: 9/24/2006 12:33:13 AM | oh but
you know
that i know
that you know
that i know
that we just know
we touch
we talk
we share
we look
we create
plans
dreams
laughter
prose
ideas
and finally, yes
even
fire | |
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| a place for us novices...
Posted: 9/24/2006 6:59:29 AM | ... some inspirational lines that flow and ebb... take one of a journey that relaxes and then seized the soul to toss it upwards like a small child being elevated into the blue...
Exhilarating... | |
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| a place for us novices...
Posted: 9/24/2006 9:09:17 AM | ahh thanks sphinx but words are just words as much as we love them, touche mon ami.
c'mon give us one here and elevate us to this blue you speak of.
i know you're capable! | |
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| a place for us novices...
Posted: 9/24/2006 1:46:46 PM | build that commune for the artistically disturbed
I'm wit ya baby , I'll scribe their demented dreams
while you colour my world in seductive desert scenes
a dream most treasured and close to my heart
now one he shares with me it was easy to open
up this heart once guarded more than carefully
i see the moon, the same one you see
albeit from a different angle it soothes
me just knowing it and we can cast our dreams
and wait for that we believe is meant to be
sleep evades us both it seems
weary needing rest yet on we go
within our daily lives and yet
our constant communique remains
simple and honest and real too
i see the sky lit with planes circling
knowing not one of them has you
upon it flying to me yet
one night that will be the truth
and we shall finally really see
each other vis a vis
what a gift beholden
no bow or wrapping needed
tossed worries gone
and only possibilities
of the most lush kind exist | |
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| a place for us novices...
Posted: 9/26/2006 6:03:52 PM | Its twilight ,the sun has set
shes lowered her shade
on this beautiful day
now the stars shine
the moon glows
she has taken her place
in the deepest of space
and its so good
to be understood
so fine
to find you on my mind
Its quiet ,as the wind blows
you're sleeping in peace
and your fans are so pleased
that you're pretty and secure
a future assured
cause this love has no cure
and its so good
to be knowing you
so fine
to know your mind
Its the beauty
and the pleasure
I see in your smile
the tears when you cry
you are my reason
my faith ,my friend
I never thought fate
would deliver this late
but I'm lucky ,it came easy
I'm ecstatic ,I'm elated
I wake in the morning
I laugh without warning
I've waited for never
wishing for forever
now its so good
to be knowing you
so fine
friend of mine | |
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| just another mirage
Posted: 9/26/2006 6:38:49 PM | a page not blank i stare at
words screaming up at me
in deafening silence
why am i now smiling?
not worth even trying
to make sense
of senseless meanings
yeah, so what
i cringed and shuddered
and finally shrugged
dumfounded yet again
i don't go for drama
but well yeah hours ago
i was heavily sighing
rolling eyes toward ceiling
though it cares not still
but at least tangibly
it's still right there
dependable comforting
real and hiding nothing
being nothing
but it's self; like me
nor deceptive
holding no omissions
plays no ****ed up
mind games that i know of
not yet anyway so hey
that makes me smile again
yeah my soul hungered
and so my brain wanders
my body aches
but less than yesterday
and i'm not torn asunder
i smelled the faintest
truest scent of a fake
hey it's not the first time
maybe not either the last
being familiar with "it" helps
most relieved and grateful here
'cause nope not lots of time
seemes to have passed
don't wanna seem crass
but i gotta be me
gotta be real
just the way it is
no fabulous wonderful deal
for clarity's sake
make no mistake
not even the smallest one
for this one right here
just so you all know
isn't in the least into
uh uh, nope not this feeling
tired of da reeling
all the ups and downs
nothing else matters
except it blatantly seems
the outcome is sharp and true
what's this icky stickiness
i almost fell into; glue?
being a most curious sort
wondering it seems
as if beens committed a tort
i abhor deciphered encryptions
so you see, even when
glaringly laid out
just enough shit in my mind
to not play other's games this time
the right amount in the head
and i now don't even dread
cause someone wanted to put
theirs halfway into me
so knock yourselves out
have at it again and finally i say
in fullest of public display
because rest most assured
i'm shrugging off any disarray
here in mine, in this~
yes a tranquil mirage
still my most beautiful desert | |
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| dreams are tangible if worth the toil
Posted: 9/26/2006 7:43:36 PM | the gypsy inside of me is no princess
i live life awaiting no king
no gypsy i know follows
nothing but that which their hearts know
as we hold dear these kinds of things
sincerity integrity
passion and dreams
things that are or
can be made tangible
believable and oh so real
no room in this heart nor mind
nor life and certainly no,
not even in this future
for confusion reigning supreme
life is exactly what we make of it
balance within just works best for me
dreaming and toiling, laughing and spoiling
but no never, not ever
NOT believing in possibilities
or giving in to insecurities
no snake charmer here
just a woman smart enough
to turn from confusion
say it again and again
now believe it please
make me out to be unfeeling
if that's what it takes
to make yourself feel better
take just a bit of pause carefully
attempt to understand please
and do realise i mean it
yes perhaps of gypsy blood i may be
yet not the type of confusion
nor spells, nor dizzying spells actually
i'm not looking to infect or inject
neither to even interject or infer
that i am born for anyone
to please as if a queen
as i'm pretty simple you see
for i am only me | |
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| one before I go
Posted: 9/26/2006 8:43:21 PM | broken ,uneasy
not feeling right by myself
nervous ,not certain
thinking I might be setting a scene
forgetting what matters
straying from center
waiting ,not knowing
I dropped a few lines
to empty my mind
and it hurt you
tragic ,mistaken
there's darkness inside
pain I can't hide
dangerous ,implosive
not right by myself | |
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| no facades
Posted: 9/30/2006 5:57:30 PM | there is no facade dwelling in you
excepting your thinking one exists
exposing vulnerabilities is human
it can bring order to chaos
or possibly might ignite flames
even spontaneous combustion
be patient best as possible
not takings roads
meant to be untravelled
ahh i've not even begun yet
mon cher put on your seatbelt
please can we go for a drive
you can take the wheel
and i'll scan for vistas
for the both of us
with utmost of care
restraining yourself
that will never do
but i'm supposing here
it's a necessary thing
but be best sure to
remember laughter too
so drink and inhale of it deeply
partake of it freely please
and no, i'm not a tease
anyone really looking
can see plainly
im completely against the
counter; its but a mirage
but is it yours or mine?
gemini gypsy mind whirling
seeking balance of the yen
born on on the cusp of cancer
heart's emotion revealed
yeah im a mix certainly
many women and children
living within my me
might be hard to imagine
common goals shared and known
they are all cohesive
not all fd up over it
its all i know how to be
creative, caring, loving
communicative open
haphazardly artistic
artsy fartsy wanna be
is all i am yup
balled up with emotion
free flowing to just be me
important traits
to my inner self
when matched with one
who both can accept
and really understand
herein comes a phoenix
from ashes of before
not difficult when
paired correctly enough
to concentrate on inner needs
and many goals inside
men and women need each other
as much as many may disagree
at least i think so
am happiest working
on no pairing up incorrectly
tis all up to both
you and whomever you seek
life is really
so much simpler
than we make it
and gleaning the beauty
of simplicity therein
we may find that elusive key
not overlooking that
which is right before us
good place to start
we will sometimes remind the other
with pleas slower, please
reminders are good
mmm slower please...
purely darwinian
hey yeah we got to stay warm
some how but
warmth is subjective
i want it all
many things can warm me
words wine music
good smooth dark beer
the perfect lover
a toasty fire
sunlight on my face
a child's laughter
stirring coversations
taking place
one i can share with
everything inside
vrooom vrooom vrooom
thats admirable
not bragging being real
hey, geeky IS cool!
so great at to have that
for ourselves
working towards our goals
quite an amazing thing that
more than looks and outside shells
inner thoughts dance and sway
the hedonist within me
whispers and pleads
softly for response
meowing and wimpering
sometimes simpering
but promising always
to just being me | |
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| a place for us novices...
Posted: 9/30/2006 9:01:56 PM | This might be a good place for me. Thanks for starting this thread softedge. 
Now's the time, the moment, the instant, the temporary fracture of mortality.
The day is mine, and mine alone.
Tomorrow will be the time to make a home.
Yesterday was a sad song, a waning poem.
But today, today is what matters.
For yesterday I already know, and tomorrow is uncertain.
I will say again, now's the time.
Now’s the time to pull back the curtain.
Because every one I meet ends up deserting.
I don’t want to be a man who can not see.
Now’s the time for me, now’s the time to be.
Now is better than before, when I was bound, gagged, forced along the shore and thrown into the sea.
I have grown but I'm not old, reality has shown me not to saturate what I've been told. Now's the time for me to break free. | |
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| a place for us novices...
Posted: 9/30/2006 9:14:32 PM | you are welcome here anytime, flash~
very strong and moving writes! you are clearly very talented and yes, i peeked at your last few...
an honor you shared the one above here; thank you! | |
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| a place for us novices...
Posted: 10/1/2006 7:00:13 AM | listen now to a tale if you care to
to a simple story from long ago
about a princess as she waited
for her handsome hero to return
long ago as he held her tightly
underneath the moon and stars
a promise then he made to her
that he would one day return
though she wasn't born of blue blood
nor was she spoiled in the least
but he indeed was a brave hero
and not only in her eyes reflection
they reminisced about their days
when they travelled this orb together
they lived lives of real adventure
and each then purely relied upon the other
now many days and moons years even
have passed since they were one
long ago wherein to each other they clung
man and woman creating fire as meant to
so much has happened since that time
seasons of many grapes ripened on their vines
he takes his job seriously onto foreign soils
she awaits his return dreaming only of his touch
the middle of this is now just beginning
far from its end you might yet see
inspired by one from far away this day
found tucked inside an inbox as a gift
now ripe with possibilities unexplored | |
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