| poems that YOU wrote.
Posted: 8/26/2006 5:07:09 PM | "There you were
Someone incredible, somebody new.
Such a beautiful girl...
Could I ever be with you?
Yesterday's sunshine set in a mind-numbing way.
Could such a girl
Ever be the sunshine in the dawn of my new day?
No.
She's just too far away."
I was looking a singles site at someone that seemed so perfect but she was in California or something like that.
It eventually became the 1st verse in a song my band recorded in 1996, "Far Away." | |
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| poems that YOU wrote.
Posted: 9/5/2006 7:26:48 PM | I struggle .
clicking my mechanical pencil to make use of its last hint of lead
It's there
more then enough to write with
But it slides back up inside with each stroke or two
Necessitating once again
Another click
Lasting for a few consonants and a vowel
Then I realize-
Light as air, no pressure
Or the smallest amount imaginable.
Now the writing can continue
Because of this new found ease
Fainter yes,
And with less effort, flowing freely now
Why didn't I begin this way? | |
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| poems that YOU wrote.
Posted: 9/6/2006 12:09:21 PM | How can you put a face on beauty
Through shattered heart and hurt mind
From across the vast difference A glimpse of your shadow burned as I held focus
For all my power I couldn't help but stare
To me a piece of Kryptonite taken of human form
Attraction
And it could be felt in every subatomic particle hat formed every molecule
Whose assembled mass became me
Tim
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| Written awhile ago
Posted: 9/6/2006 1:01:37 PM | Kind of depressing but I like it.
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I walk the line
the distinction is fine
darkness and light
fades to grey
moronic feelings
stab myself with words
**** off
I am shredded
What the ****
do you want
My memmories are haunted
I do not hate what is or was
but what I am now
Dismay and in shambles
iron a damned shirt
remember to shower
brush my teeth
now I waunder
Zombified
neither living or dead
looking for laughter
feeding off of it
Give me back that which is mine
I plead but to deaf ears
Who is this that I plead to?
No one is listening
I seek like minded people
Am I an anomoly?
A freak in the middle
of a jungle of jumbled words
half spoken
and seldom meant | |
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Posted: 9/11/2006 8:43:30 PM | Words spoke with such thunder
Reluctant Thor I am
Holding back the lightening burning my hands
By the Gods do I see
Straining to hold the fury of the storm
Within the barriers breaking down
Thunder's light breaks through a few photons at a time
Now a river of light
And I do not have the gravity to pull it back into my event horizon
Tim
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Posted: 9/11/2006 9:29:08 PM | | ^^^^That reminded me if someone like Einstein or Hawking would have wrote a poem,with words like photon and event horizon.Maybe I just need to lay off the astrophysics books. | |
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Posted: 9/11/2006 9:32:19 PM | I too have read way too many astrophysics books...lol as one can tell I am guessing. =)x
Cold wind blowing at my face
Like the frozen pain my heart feels
Ever gripping with icicle fingers
She's a breath of inner lung warmth
Forever faded my heart jaded
Looking for a soul match
One not attached to any other
So hard it is to find such a four leaf clover
Looking beyond the vastness of the horizon
I focus on the beauty that surrounds it
Deviant self kept thoughts
Swirling mixing
Amongst the tattered remains of my love past gone
Ambers of amour still burn
For something not everyone has
Appreciation of me
Tim
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| Written awhile ago
Posted: 9/11/2006 10:10:23 PM | The hunger inside
The pain I hide
If ever I could tell you
Wish I was as good with speech as pen and paper
Mightier am I
My world of ink and wooden pulp
Such teeth I posses
Kept under false molars
Deceit and I fooled myself
Deceiver in good graces
Unlikely villain
White Knight clad in black armor
Tim
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| You Read Me Now
Posted: 9/14/2006 10:49:37 AM | You Read Me Now
You see me now sometimes;
The angel whos' guilded walls with great effort you did climb-
Anael, Shamshiel, among other names you gave me,
Names that flowed freely like verse -
Chosen so strangely.
You read me now sometimes,
I'm sure I sound sharper then I mean.
But cannot help who I am.
In my thoughts, rest assured,
My harm is intended for me.
I remember sitting on a bench,
not knowing why I was there,
why u had kissed me my friend
and I stood there limp - Unaware.
In the gardens,
on that bench.
You held my hand-
still I knew not what it meant-
Your face holding a look of accomplishment.
As I watched people pass,
and time stood still for me,
I struggled to make moments have feeling-
Because these don't come naturally.
You had persued me in our walks through the City of Trees,
We spoke of Theories and Deeds;
But know did You not what You wanted-
And I - What I did not need. | |
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| Oh!
Posted: 9/19/2006 3:44:57 PM | Oh!
Oh, How I enjoy-
My legs wrapped around you.
Our bodies,
Twisted-
Drawing a perverse Star of David.
Where Earth Touches Heaven-
And Heaven Meets Earth. | |
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Joined: 9/14/2006
Msg: 86 | |
| poems that YOU wrote.
Posted: 9/19/2006 5:59:53 PM | Hey! The following are some poems/commentary that I wrote three years ago, when I was going through some extremely difficult times, and found writing to be one of the most therapeutic devices I have ever known. Blah blah blah, here ya go.
"THE BEST" Dirty Sunset
The Mykonoian Sunset, accompanied by the debris near the old port.
This evening is one of my most evokative, as it represents the compromise of the Cyclades; to reap the full benefits of tourism, they are in fact, sacrificing its initial attraction: the virgin landscape and relaxed mannerisms of the Greek Isles. I watched as these qualities sank into the Agean Sea with the sun beyond the red tinted filth lining the shore.
But this sunset was different.
I did not feel my habitual satisfaction. The lethargic downward flow hailed with it a warning, an impending condemnation for these isles of growing mass tourism; one ignored/accepted/needed by the general populace. As the blink of an eye could have swallowed the last of the ruby sun beyond the horizon, the Impatient Wind cast Golden Sand into the eyes of onlookers. The sand stings, and scratches.
But I will not blink. As my eyes tear over, I will not ignore these final fleeting moments. As the sand blows, will you, too, be able to resist? | |
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| poems that YOU wrote.
Posted: 9/19/2006 6:14:31 PM | I had given her the gift I could give but once,
She threw it in my face,
Accompanied with words I didn't care to hear,
She personified an ungrateful spoiled blue blooded child,
Blamed me for all the karma she sowed,
Misdirected anger amped with explosive hostility,
I alone the singular target,
Sure I've made mistakes but she wasn't one of them,
Given the chance to Quantum Leap,
To rewrite what once went wrong,
I would not change a thing,
Reliving once again when it was oh so good,
Double reinforced pleasant memories I'd Gain
Tim
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Joined: 9/14/2006
Msg: 88 | |
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Posted: 9/19/2006 6:18:49 PM | These may actually be borderline prose rather than poems... but I'm no literary scholar. Looking back on this particular one now is actually a little frightening, but also comforting to know how much I've learned since then 
Loneliness.
Her glorious arms of support infused his very person, like ancient roots in the soil. After three years, they were as much as his own scaffolding as they were hers.
She dug them deeper in the month before she wrenched them free. Deeper than they had ever been before; nourished by his suspicions, his foreboding dreams. Desperate for reassurance he turned to her, and instead of revealing, she dug deeper. Deeper until he knew there must be something, felt there must be some reason, yet refused to entertain the idea. For her to remove her support now would be too devastating. Too unbearable.
Yet she did.
They are gone now.
Nearly all of them, yanked out, ripping, destroying as they withdrew, leaving only cold emptiness and unfamiliar loneliness where once was glorious warmth.
Their memory haunts him. Their new location destroys him.
"How was she able to root them elsewhere so easily? So quickly?" Are HIS infused in her, where he thought his were? Is she only teasing him with her sweet promises of their return after they sample each others souls?
Does he even want them to return?
They will never fit as comfortably. There will always be the stench of their person on them. What choice does he heave? He must find out. Find a new ground, in them. | |
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| poems that YOU wrote.
Posted: 9/19/2006 6:24:49 PM | How do you capture the gaze of someone who doesn't even know you,
To explain the vibe you get every time the sun created photo's reflect off their atomic mass,
A right spun Meson morphing into a naked boson,
Elementary particles my dear Einstein
What is beauty,
Like everything a chemical reaction,
Altered by gravity time and space
Tim
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| Oh, the thinks you can think !
Posted: 9/19/2006 9:50:32 PM | Oh, the thinks you can think !
I read some Seuss today - went to JW Doulls' store,
And cleared the books, from my bench to the floor.
Where we used to sit me and ____ , - but no more.
And I picked up "Oh, the thinks you can think".
And after reading without a blink;
Left it opened there in that place-
Where I'd seemed ready to clear out that space.
It is good to tidy and put away;
And I think thats what I tried today-
It was the first time I'd gone back ;
Since 'Horton heard a who' and that.
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| Oh, the thinks you can think !
Posted: 9/19/2006 9:58:59 PM | Slowly i fade into a darkened nights aways
Only to think of what and who one might have been.
Never aware of what i might believe
I slowly invade onto their our true beliefs
I never trusted the words of the few
Who had forgotten the dreams and all of the rules
But the glory of words are few and between
The ones that you want will always believe
So i harbour this faith that true life will live.
Where all of the world will remember to forgive. | |
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Posted: 9/21/2006 6:06:37 PM | April,23,2001
What we waste most of all
Are the questions we never ask
All those curious thoughts we have
A simplistic Ignorance infection
Too scared I am to place my heart on the line
Personally devoid of emotional bonds
So long sought after
Only to freeze up on the approach
Misguided in the ways of normal people
So much thought put into feelings
Can't act on any I'm too far in between
The gravity of my desires keep my path orbital in nature
Jan,21,03
Love and I can not even count the ways
How one feels with in it
Like chaotic butterflies churning inside
So held back so as to not say the wrong thing
But in doing so cause strife
Action compounded with inaction
A two way street with no direction
Tim
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| Poems that I wrote....
Posted: 9/27/2006 9:26:29 AM | I was going through some of my old stuff and found these....
Dec,28,03
Whats the use of feeling love
If you have to keep it hidden
Whats the use of emotions
If you have to keep them bottled up
Whats the use of talking about them
If you can't act on them
Whats the use of being polite
If it's a one way street
Whats the use of living like this
If it's based on denial
Whats the use of writing this
If you can't show the person you love
Dec,28,03
Stuck between muddy lines
An Alliance I am holding in debate
Heaven knows my hell
Thunder with words spoke softly
Under the weight of a collapsed white dwarf star
Crumbling under suspicion
When the darkness falls
Be well clear of ground zero
Dec,28,03
Warm winter dreams
A lifetime spent wanting
Feelings and I am no longer a robot
She melted my heart
Warmth of her love and affections
For her my world I'd surrender
Lined up I fall into place
Her voice commands my attention
Tim
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| Poems that I wrote....
Posted: 9/27/2006 2:27:22 PM | I've never written a poem, so i don't have much to say
I fear the words that i write, will not express my ways.
Sometimes i wan't to share with someone
My thoughts, my dreams, my words.
But then i remember what hurts the most
Is when they are never heard. | |
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| poems that YOU wrote.
Posted: 9/27/2006 2:44:31 PM | My favorite is the poem I wrote to put on the front of the CD case for the CD video of my dog that I made after he died this year.....I can't remember specifics as I was a little distraught when I did this, but I know I borrowed a few lines from another poem which was the inspiration for this one....so I claim no ownership but wanted to post it because it's sweet.....
Now I think the time is right,
may I say goodbye to lonely nights?
A good example I tried to be,
may I take that step and set my spirit free?
I didn't want to go at first, I fought with all my might,
but something seems to draw me now, I'm ready to give up the fight.
I want to go, I really do, it's difficult to stay,
but I will try as best I can to live just one more day.
To give you time to care for me and share your love and fears,
I know you're sad and so afraid, because I see your tears.
I'll not be far, I promise that, and hope you'll always know,
that my spirit will be close to you wherever you may go.
Thank you for loving me, you know I love you too,
that's why it's hard to say goodbye, and end this life with you.
So hold me now just one more time, and let me hear you say,
because you care so much for me, you'll let me go today.
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Posted: 9/27/2006 8:47:33 PM | April,12,06
Living in the daily concrete jungles of modern moral society
We all don our automaton hats
Most people raising voices on matters of less matter
Ignoring the big picture
Save the seals they shout
Well I yell save our children and the homeless
Energies wasted misused and misdirected
Stop and think
The only reason to kill the seals
Is because they eat the fish we over farm
The solution isn't less Seals
It's less over fishing
Tim
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Joined: 8/9/2006
Msg: 99 | |
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Posted: 10/3/2006 3:57:06 AM | Again
That liquid note that pierces my ear
That shade between colours
That scent that makes you close your eyes
Memory, yet memory imagined
Pulse, beat, exhale, inhale
The rhythm of us
The history of us
Longing to make real the imagined past
I knew you before
I loved you before
Do you remember how it ended?
Can you tell me how it will end? | |
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Novak
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Joined: 8/9/2006
Msg: 100 | |
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Posted: 10/3/2006 12:37:25 PM | Castles
Castles and faeries and shimmering dreams
Not all in this life is whatever it seems.
Sometimes it covers a shallow crevasse
When what is inherent is something to pass.
Promises spoken to lure in the guarded
Are believed and held close, a journey thus started.
Alas, they were false as she knew that they were
Still, hope is the way that she knew was for her.
No tears can be shed for a lie that was bought.
"We control only us", was the thought that she thought.
Be wiser and kinder and pity the jaded.
Still look for the castles with trust unabated.
For there in that castle, his crown all askew
Is a man who's been waiting for her to come too.
He'll offer not bitterness, scorn or the world
He'll offer himself with his hope, too, unfurled. | |
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