| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/8/2005 12:02:07 PM | I want to see what no one else can see I just want to be heard
To become entangled in your prophetic word
Live my life in a way that no judges can touch me
I have witnessed the strangle holds of the lied to and the lonely
For all these tattered coats and all this wisdom left unspoken
In the clearing of smoke at the end of the day remains of a heart left unbroken
My mind drives me fast and hard at the speed of sound
My body lends itself to ancient and sacred ground
As I look across barren and fallow fields I see a thief in play
His crime committed in the hearts of others he simply walks away
We’ve all been lied to on a steady diet of politics and gasoline
We desperately grasp for the unattainable golden ring | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/8/2005 12:02:36 PM | Lay your trust to me
Weary of bone in truth
Under simple stars
Extend your whispers to me
The day she rolls in illusive waves
This is my love song inspired by you
Lay your trust to me
Intentions of simple honesty
I am breaking through
In this fall of love to you
Take your hand in mine
Take me home
I lay my trust to you | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/8/2005 12:03:11 PM | Guilt Deposit
Who are these homeless that I see on the street
Ragged steps on the way to nowhere
I walk away in their shoes
I never meet their eyes I always look the otherway
What they see doesnt matter to me
I steal their glances
I will drop my guilt free offerings into their cup
I imagine all this goodness that erupts from me
I depend on silent mouths
My compassion is as course as their weathered faces
My thoughts are as dark as their subway littered beds
I rob their dreams
We better look to ourselves to see who the homeless are
We need to reflect back into this recycled society
I mirror their image | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/8/2005 12:03:50 PM | Loves Resistance
The music no longer plays
My lover no longer stays
With no love in his heart
We are worlds apart
Last in thought and deed
He will never fulfill this need
To fall into his arms is where I want to be
To mend this broken heart naturally
I've lost all faith in a natural healing
Heart exposed and so revealing
Damp cold cruel unwanted longing
The nothingness of not belonging
No harmony shall play us together
No music will play our song forever
A sad guitar laments softly in the distance
I am frozen here forever in loves resistance | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/8/2005 12:04:29 PM | Please take me down by the river
The love between us that we deliver
The waters lost in her white wild flow
Hand in hand in the love we know
You bring me to the place I long to be
In your eyes being part of what you see
In loving you and all the you I've come to know
My love for you goes on like her wild water flow
Wild and free as she flows
My love for you does grow | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/8/2005 12:04:53 PM | Please take me down by the river
The love between us that we deliver
The waters lost in her white wild flow
Hand in hand in the love we know
You bring me to the place I long to be
In your eyes being part of what you see
In loving you and all the you I've come to know
My love for you goes on like her wild water flow
Wild and free as she flows
My love for you does grow | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/8/2005 12:05:33 PM | I am bound by earthen ground
And upon saturated rock
Where I stand wiithout a sound
I will look back but I will not stop
For the wind carries me into this open sky
This form of freedom has become my home
In you tasteless vows in which you deny
The freedom you savor will leave you alone
I've risen above all that can touch me
Learned to rely on the strength behind these eyes
The current of fate will deliver me softly
Free from broken vows and black satin lies | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/8/2005 12:06:00 PM | We feel an emptiness so we fill our houses
Feeling hurt from the world we deny our spouses
What we need is to fill our emotional space
A house becomes home from a loving place
We look for happiness thinking it's elusive and rare
It is not hidden it is the path to get you there
Begin your journey take every step with love in your heart
You will see the footpath of happiness was there at the start | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/8/2005 12:06:28 PM | Im sitting here in my room in the dark
All alone with my creative spark
I yearn for the insights to make me free
For all the creative thought to enlighten me
Where does the greater source of good come from
Look to your higher power your god it is all in love
In depth a living record of life is a loving action
Dependant on the response to a chemical reaction
For this sublte richness of self and soul
Iluminates the importance of coming to know
From the wheres and the whys and the gains and the losses
Compassion and understanding will help bear each others crosses
In the gentle silence listening to my inner voice
Ive become aquainted with the higher choice
For where love and compassion rule you will succeed
Inspired of heart and love you will meet your own need | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/8/2005 12:06:53 PM | Saturated
I stood out by the street I stood out in the rain
So concentrated on all my ills in this liquid pain
A ragged couple walked by soaked to bone and skin
Made me feel ashamed with my self pity I was in
Her tiny frame and over used eyes turned to smile
I watch them as they found each other for awhile
For the bond they had I could only wish to share
I felt an empty lack of heart only standing there
Something had passed me by in the cold moment
Something I did'nt have, fleeting, not self evident
I looked down and saw the water run to the street
Liquid sorrow saturating my path of emotional concrete | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/8/2005 12:07:30 PM | What is Love
Some say love is just a feeling
That can send your heart reeling
But in the spell of it all
You're set up for a fall
Love is a word
Love is a verb
Love is something put into action
Dependent on another's reaction
Carefully selected hearts lying in unknown hands
Make a man weak and a woman left to understand
We brave the pain
We make a claim
In loving me
I am loving you | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/8/2005 12:07:54 PM | Talking to Myself
What are these words that empower you so
Steely glares with movement steady and slow
Like a cat on the edge of pouncing on prey
Tearing ripping words the speciality of the day
Heartbeats connected pounding out your name
Accusations and blame we both share the same
Burning words growls and vicious hisses
Replacing once what were tender kisses
Pedaling your hate like a master of technique
Leaving a longing in my soul my mind so weak
You can do no wrong
You can sing no song
The gouging of self esteem
Pure pain unfettered clean
So long ago we have crossed this line | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/8/2005 12:08:17 PM | I cant get you out of my head
There's no untangling thread
We will not lie in a lovers bed
Last I heard was the last said
Trying to crash the borders of fear
Wanting you so needing you here
Being cast as a stone
With wanting all alone
What is this power you have over me
With no thought to set myself free
In falling for you down this deep ravine I tumble
In falling for you down unfamiliar paths I stumble
My comfort has left me bruised and locked outside
Somehow this pain is a pleasure insuring it survives
Look at me
Turn the key
Pull the door open
Please let hope in | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/8/2005 12:09:09 PM | Superficial light
Bent in superficial light
Gasping for breath
Air tight
Breaking through uncovered ground
Waiting for the delivery of sound
Pressure bearing down
Pounding chest
Pushing back
Accosted by tenderness
Where do all these patterns lead
Wandering
Dragging my needs behind me | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/8/2005 12:10:59 PM | Time worn eyes longing to be written to the page
Emotionally cornered like a wild animal in a cage
I remain here cold and shaking
With the choices you're making
You will go on with new paths to explore
I will remain here outside this bolted door
If you wont give of yourself what am I to take
Time drags wicked as I wait for my heart to break
In all my waiting and all my burning senses
Resistance is motionless I have no defenses | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/8/2005 12:11:26 PM | I must set myself free
Of all the abandonment left in me
Above wounded crippled waters I soar
Waiting till there's nothing left of my more
Im heading on for something better to rely
Trapped in this extra value the color of lies
On the sidelines in electric unwarranted breath
Look for the sign between the freedom or death
Thread you've woven in me softly unraveling
Roads strewn with shards of glass I'm traveling
One day these ties will all be cut loose
In the mist of lies I will choose to refuse
In the moment I am wrapped in you
It's the me I'm afraid to loose
It's the me that's in you | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/8/2005 12:12:40 PM | Burn
I remember your words you said distance missed this dance
Being spun around in the vortex without any real chance
I am the jackal the outsider not part of the pack
Needing longing wanting you only turn your back
Relentless silence weighs as I wait for the call
Ears straining for vibration in the grasp of a fall
Will I hear you again and all your sweet incantations
Crushed by the unknown in thoughtless presentation
I can not cry I should've seen I should've known
That this body doesn't burn I meant to be alone | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/8/2005 3:16:11 PM | | Miz my thread is going to be deleted, I copied and pasted all of my post but didnt feel ok with doing that with other peoples posts....the old thread is still here but its locked....but you can copy and paste your stuff to the new one........please please do......I am just so upset over this but I did break the rules..... | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/8/2005 5:26:21 PM | This is an edit when I copied and pasted I lost the last line...........
Today God presented a wonderful gift to my eyes
He told me to stop living with my comfortable lies
The sun remained obscured by clouds it was cold and gray
I was feeling self absorbed in my own pity on this day
This funny little man with a shriveled arm and a woolen cap on his head
His aqua coat stained yellow from the broom in his hand his belt said ED
His life was hard but he was able to smile through it all
In my bitter complaining health I began to feel small
As I sat there in my warm dry car in my self proclaimed pain
He struggled to sweep the sidewalks of others tears in the rain | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/8/2005 10:51:53 PM | Yet another edit......sorry
Talking to Myself
What are these words that empower you so
Steely glares with movement steady and slow
Like a cat on the edge of pouncing on prey
Tearing ripping words the speciality of the day
Heartbeats connected pounding out your name
Accusations and blame we both share the same
Burning words growls and vicious hisses
Replacing once what were tender kisses
Pedaling your hate like a master of technique
Leaving a longing in my soul my mind so weak
You can do no wrong
You can sing no song
The gouging of self esteem
Pure pain unfettered clean
So long ago we have crossed this line
With no saving grace not even in time | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/9/2005 8:40:43 AM | You carry my picture around but you won't let me in
Seeking solace in the unknown only to be filled with sin
The joker stole the sacred words in the middle of the night
Morning woke the world void of any guiding light
Me, I'm only left to juggle in the abstract
Alone in my struggles to get it all back
The world is watching closely now it never forgets
Words can be written in stone hurry before it sets
In a world of six billion people yet we feel all alone
Look to your neighbors now find a house a home
"Broken hearts and dirty windows make life difficult to see"---John Prine | |
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