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Posted: 1/30/2005 4:26:36 PM | The violinist pulled back the bow, the violen created a romantic tone
Holly checked in, boarded her plane, and quickly sat down, in a row, alone.
The violinist closed his eyes and began to play... such a soft melody
My baby boarded a plane, just so that she could come and see me.
The song began to deepen, the sound piercing the very fibers of a soul
She was flying out to find her tomorrow, after a hellish week that had taken its toll.
The melody peaked, and the violinist stood with a triumphant shout
This was my dream, my life, walking off that plane, of that fact there is no doubt.
5 days baby!!!! | |
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Posted: 1/30/2005 4:42:46 PM | | Okay... appearantly I need her here, because even my half written stuff doesnt really flow...lol. In 7 days I will be able to compose a write worthy of Carnagie hall. Im sure I spelled that wrong, but you get the point!!! | |
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Posted: 1/30/2005 5:09:27 PM | Got the point. Spelling doesn't count here, like Teen Jeopardy. Always like reading your stuff, Cross....even way back in my cough-syrup days. That was what...last July?
Seems long ago, don't it?
Love ya, man. | |
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Posted: 1/30/2005 5:12:34 PM | Didn't you just write in another post that you don't think of him that way unless you have had a few beers?...lol guess you have been drinking...
Still want me to hang out?...lol sorry long week, need to let go...stress fly be free | |
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Posted: 1/30/2005 5:13:25 PM | Im pretty d*mn sure thats the highest compliment I have ever been given here on POF... thanks bro! Got nothin but love for ya!!!
Stop by anytime ya get hungry or need milking!!! | |
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Posted: 1/30/2005 8:43:10 PM | As I sit and watch the time pass so slowly
I long for the time that I will hold what has forever been in my heart
With the many roads I have traveled, the crossroads that made me choose
All of this for the gift I am about to recieve
Not knowing what each of the decissions I have made will bring me
Thankful that those decissions have brought you to me
No matter what the future shall hold
I will sleep at night knowing that at least one of the dreams in my sleep, will soon be true
For so many days I have walked alone on this barren plain, days and hours seem eternal
Yet in the past few months time has moved by so quickly, emotions have grown so strong
Love has blossomed, life has begun...... | |
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Posted: 1/30/2005 8:44:43 PM | ahh Not the best thing I have ever put together.......LOL
There is one for you and her bro...... | |
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Posted: 1/31/2005 8:25:46 PM | I see we all still have writer's block in here.......LOL
Hope everyone is well!!!
Daniel | |
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Posted: 1/31/2005 8:55:58 PM | Truly now, what is writer's block?
A lack of thoughts or a fear to write?
A chance to lean back and simply talk?
Or did the brain cells really take flight?
Inspiration again will strike
When you least expect its touch
Then you'll graduate from the trike
To the 'Stang with foot already on the clutch. | |
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Posted: 2/1/2005 2:05:38 AM | Driven many miles on a road to esape those
Those who choose a way of life in desperation
Those who inspire in a new way to breed inspiration
On the other side of this
Thoughts of clamity and bliss
Who we think of the most
And the ones we truly miss
Its all a waste of time
If this is all i have
I want to release
Now i realise...........Analyse..........REad between the lines...
This is how you miss yourself ...... Greed beyond creation
Dont be sublime......
Tell me of your times
Tell me , something , to share in life..
Welcome back now , you realise.. | |
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Posted: 2/2/2005 2:43:03 AM | The Storm
The Kookaburra’s laugh still lingered in the air
Hot and heavy felt the pressure in a baleful atmosphere
The dog lay on the porch …. Listless in the shade
The water like a mirror… right across the bay
Beneath the setting sun the world now held its breath
Maybe the heat would go away when the sun was laid to rest
But still the air grew thicker… to make it hard to breathe
The gum trees in the corner began to drop their leaves
The Storm God looked around him and said, “It’s time to play”
And so he brought his game down to us that hot and sultry day
A slight shiver on the water .. a movement on the bay
The first clear indication that something was on the way
From the mountains in the distance beside the setting sun
The first grey chariots of cloud set into a run
Darkness dropped upon us as they blotted out the sun
Then Thunder in the distance … the Storm God had begun
A roiling twisting mass of cloud descended on the plain
Spreading quickly everywhere without a hint of rain
The gum trees in the corner just seemed to come alive
As the first quick gusts of wind started to arrive
The branches on these trees now begin to heave
As they realise too late …this is no summer breeze
The Bay no longer mirror but instead a churning mess
The Storm God in his element…. Master of this chess
His battalions marching onward “ Forward to the sea
Lightning Flash and Thunder Roar .. On with ecstasy”
The Darkness comes alive as the Lightning touches ground
With the Roaring of the Thunder you hear no other sound
The Lightning now from East to West Emblazoning the sky
Daggers of Light from left to right without a reason why
The Storm Gods getting angry now The Wind begins to howl
And you can hear within it the screaming of lost souls
The shutters on the windows are begging to be freed
The house itself just feels alive.. As if it too can breathe
The Storm has reached the sea and begins to dissipate
With lightning strikes much fewer now as if it’s all too late
Next the sounds of silence Then the healing rain
And a whisper from the distance “I will be back again”
I LOVE Storms
Something so Energising about them
We just had a beauty here
I sat up on the "mountain" and it just wrapped itself around me
Unbelievable
Had to write about it | |
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Posted: 2/2/2005 2:51:35 AM | THe Storm 2
One rainy day on a hill by a waterhole , lived a wildlife of animals
Laughing and crying , and making loud noise
Polluting the airwaves with pleasure and joy
There by the brook , lay a man with a book
His name not a bother to all in the brook
Ignoring his presence , as he smiled and looked
Wrote down the scene , as the kookaburra screamed
And a toad splashed right there in the mud.............
Then a storm rose to the mountain , and lifted all heads
Skyward was darkening , all roadsigns pointed west
And the man by his tree , was filled with all the glee
As he watched it brew and drew the picture that's best
All of these was imagined inside my head
As I dream of a better place
To put a frame around instead
Who cares of my language? And weather its correct
All of my worries have been written in this chest.
Daniel Blake 2005.
(C) ____lol , i know its mine. | |
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Posted: 2/2/2005 3:09:34 AM | Exploration amongst explanation.
This is my fav poem.
Moons with Moods.
All the moons in the universe
Come together in holy reverse
To translate a mood from far away
To light the darkness , for no light left for the day
Converse reaction to passing contraptions
We find through the stars , a galaxy from generations
Of gravity pulled rocks , forming a circlular sphere
.......................To roll round and round , spinning on axis , year to year!
Its all scientific and depends on the time
When the moons decide to reside
Its orions belt who held us near
To pull up the troubled rocks , and help the light steer
The nebulas calamity begins to burst.......
All the stars streaming , to conversely react
Till the darkness ...of.... the moon is back
As it resides closer to the sun
All the moon's universe allow this life to become.
Daniel BLaKe. 2005 (c) | |
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Posted: 2/2/2005 3:17:06 AM | Country Born
Posted: 1/5/2005 7:48:51 PM
Imagine a bird in its wieght of feathers
How the bright colours infect your endevours
To take away its beauty and call it your own
Is a sin of the land , this should be known
What do i care , if this bird lives or dies
As long as im innocent and watch as it flies
I cannot control , for its demise
We all have to face death , sometime in our lives
Its harder than it seems , just to realise
How precious , it really is , this simple little life
Means alot more , than a sound wave of knowledge
Means alot more , than a bowl of porridge
.......................Unless it is warm , and ready to eat
.......................Now my heart can thump , to a different beat
Energy to burn , until i fall in a heap
Start all over again , and go back to sleep
Resting for something , and waking to a beep
Am i myself , or am i sheep?
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Im just an arien of mythology , for no shepard do i seek
I just cant wait ........... Till the end of the week.
Daniel Blake (c) 2005 | |
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Posted: 2/2/2005 4:53:13 AM | For me the worse "writers block" is when I'm right in the middle of the moment th feeling is what drives me....if I lose that feeling I lose my inspiration my thought pattern changes..then I find it never returns...if really..
I hate when that happens!!! | |
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Posted: 2/2/2005 4:19:07 PM | Totally agree
But I've found that going onto "anything else" sometimes brings it back
By anything else I mean something that has nothing to do with writing or poetry
Preferably something that requires very few brain cells
Like open heart surgery etc | |
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Posted: 2/2/2005 9:18:49 PM | IMaGinaTion
There was a whale with no name
He moped around sad all the time
Nobody liked him , a shameless crime
He was the biggest of his family
Maybe that was a curse
His own mother blamed him for missing $$$ in her purse
The whale always knew
It was his fault he grew
And he hung his head in shame
Hungry for food , no money to spare
All the other whales , just didnt seem to care
He was big enough , with a rumbling belly
His blowhole was beginning , to be a little smelly
Sick to his stomach , he awoke one morning
Sung and inspirational tune , filled with one warning
Twas his time , to eat all in his path
The pain took over , he warned of the aftermath
In his pain he saw the light , and found a gain
The beach was dry enough to wash away his pain
On his journey , to his selfless demise
He lay on the beach , with salt in his eye. | |
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Posted: 2/3/2005 6:51:15 AM | CLArity’s harvEST
I turn to you to feel brand new, I expect you to be there
And that’s not fair. I hate myself for losing touch with thee,
And what’s important, right down to the fifth degree.
I can’t tell you that I am sorry, for sorry doesn’t cut it.
I feel so awful inside, like I’d like to be turned inside
Out and disappear into a pocket.
Small and fierce I think I am, yet I cannot compare
To how huge and loving you always are. I can’t say I have
Tried because that would be a lie, I am rendered speechless,
Helpless and unable to justify
I turn to you only when all else fails, I try to hide, yet
Doom always prevails. This feeling I have leaves me feeling
Dark, worse than when I was feeling glum, for gloom is what I
Truly deserve.
I hope the goodness that you have bestowed continues, for that
Feeling you give is what I need to preserve. Forgive me, I ask
Again, what a sad story this one must sound, one that reverberates
Over and over again
Selfish and self centred I am, I can fill myself with fruits
Of disdain, their juices enough to stain, never feeling worthy
Of you, hence ever feeling restrained.
Heavenly Father, let epiphany befall, for I have fallen the
Hardest and surely cannot endure an addition to this dark harvest.
Let this be your will, and surely it will be done, let there be
Clarity, unselfishness forever is gone. Let us raise to that which
You have begun, let this be our Prayer Heavenly Father, when we lose
Our way, make this be and let Love and Laughter come
Out to play.
bubbles | |
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Posted: 2/3/2005 11:25:01 AM | wow...Bubbles that was awesome!!
it's funny ....maybe power of suggestion...i have nothing.
my last write in (~Pieces of Me~) my thread....drained me...AND I'm still not happy with it...whats wrong with me...i can't let it go for some reason...it's really writers block ...well maybe it is.
till then....
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Posted: 2/3/2005 11:46:24 AM | oh angel thank you for you kindness and i will be sure to check it out.. you are complete darling..
much love and do take care
bubbles | |
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Posted: 2/3/2005 4:57:41 PM | Silence
The music blares and tempers flare,
They’ve pushed her to the very depths of despair.
She looks at him crushed, tears in her eyes, the silence harsh.
Feelings strangled, she escapes,
Before she portrays the worst of vandals,
Now the road ahead, winds and the hills and trees become entangled.
In a blur of emotions, the whir of the engine drowns out
Reason, acceleration and speed become an intense need. She
Is driven further away from him and escapes with greed.
Higher and higher up the hills she climbs,
The danger she’s oblivious to, deranged and crazed
The car exudes power, a hunger of which she must conquer.
Conversations and accusations play over and over again,
She screams at the volume of her thoughts, the music blares louder.
Letting go is all she can think about, seeing the light, she’s told not to fight.
Surrendering to the sweet notion, she succumbs
To the silence, she dreams of no more violence. Unaware
Of the brakes she drives over the ravine, too late to think of the mistake,
She is forced to feel.
Brief feelings of calm, nothing left to cause her harm,
She is only aware of the bliss of flying. Flying away with
Clouds of relief, the storm is over, the pain brief.
A look of contentment shadows her face,
As the music blares, she’s at peace. The car plunges
Further and yet she is unaware of death’s kiss.
bubbles | |
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Posted: 2/3/2005 5:10:56 PM | This is awesome ppl!!!! ^^^^^^^^^^^
Bubbles your a star! | |
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Posted: 2/3/2005 7:00:16 PM | Sometimes is a Friend of Mine.
Written by Daniel Blake 2005
Inspired by little fishy's in the sea , like You and Me.2005
Sometimes im confused , with thoughts that run my mind
Sometimes im happy , when the answer , i can't find
The question drive , is to realise , its all over analysed
So dont be paralysed , by the demon in your head
Lay him to rest , and come back to bed
I love you for who you are
I love the night filled with stars
I love your smile from ear to ear
I love you , you have nothing to fear
Sometimes im scared , with thoughts that run my mind
Sometimes im sad , when the answer , i can't find
The question drive , is to realise , its all over analysed
So dont be paralysed , by the demon in your head
Lay him to rest , and come back to bed
I love you for who you are
I love the night filled with stars
I love your smile from ear to ear
I love you , you have nothing to fear
I will always be here for you my sometimes. | |
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Posted: 2/7/2005 9:02:29 PM | This was written by a VERY GOOD FRIEND of ours..... Not Your Average Kitty (She said I could do with this what I want). The words that she spilled out, with the emotion as well as the reality of life... to me it was beautiful... so here it is. Hopefully it hits you where it hit me.
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Love Her ...when she sips on your coffee or tea. She only wants to make sure it
tastes just right for you
Love Her..when she is jealous. Out of all the men she can have, she chose you
Love her...when she has annoying little habits that drives you nuts. You have
them too.
Love her...when her cooking is bad. She tries.
Love her...when she looks scary in the morning. She always fixes herself up again.
Love her...when she makes you watch corny love dramas while the sport is on.
She wants to share these moments with you.
Love her...when she asks if she looks fat. Your opinion counts,
so tell her she's beautiful.
Love her.when she looks beautiful. She's yours so appreciate her.
Love her...when she spends hours to get ready. She only wants to look her
best for you.
Love her...when she buys you gifts you dont like. Smile and tell her its what
you've always wanted.
Love her...when she cries for absolutely nothing. Don't ask, tell her its going to
be okay
Love her...when she suffers from pms. Buy chocolate, rub her feet and rent any
movie with Vin Diesel
Love her...when she asks you to handle the kids. She trusts you for better judgement.
Love her...when whatever you do is not pleasing. It happens and will pass
Love her...when she stains your clothes. You needed a new shirt anyway
Love her...when she argues. She only wants to make things right
This woman is part of your life and should be treated as the queen she is.
Take time to make her feel special in every way.
LOVE HER for the woman she is | |
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