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Posted: 4/19/2009 7:00:16 AM | Alias – by Rene
The earths eye clawing at the horizon,
Your soul about faced and pale,
Whatever you became,
Left in the trenches once occupied,
Many faces worn and adopted,
Coping with the lost of oneself,
More so the illusion of happy,
Adverse and undue the standard,
Epitome of how not to live,
Designed to allow others perspective,
Sickened by the thought of help,
When most victories are thanks to know one.
Enjoy... | |
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| Poetry
Posted: 4/19/2009 3:23:07 PM | I wrote this after waiting for 9 and a half months for my baby to arrive and when she did, she wasn't breathing. Read on if you want to know what happened next.
First Breath of Life
I looked into her tired eyes
And told them they would see
A beautiful, crying prize
A mother she would be.
Her thoughts drifted away at sea
While doctors opened the door
Months of expectation swallowed me
I nearly hit the floor.
Air touched lips for the very first time
But she was unable to taste it
Ripped from the portal, covered in grime
Death, not life, embraced it.
Breath did not escape its lips
Nor did any escape my own
Shaded by this cruel eclipse
Stunned by what I was shown.
Thrown about an emotional storm
I felt myself tearing apart
By this little, lifeless gray form
Whose grasp was around my heart.
Unable to break these chains
Of ignorance that had bound me
Shadow swam through her veins
Despair completely drowned me.
Born healthy and crying is the way it should be
Life struck me like a flood
Months of waiting expectantly
To be the father of gray meat and blood.
No amount of water could remove the stains
From the place where sorrow lurked
Doctors rushed to push life through its veins
And in a moment of fortune...it worked.
This little, lifeless form of gray
Where not even a finger would stir
The shadows were suddenly held at bay
A pink luster of life embraced her.
An angry cry blessed the air
Sent death running for the door
It was then my daughter there
I loved her evermore. | |
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| Poetry
Posted: 4/19/2009 10:29:58 PM | I find you just as naked as your smile
which I wanted to take apart
take it with me
to that it would last as nothing else
but what I did was to put it to you
press it against you, creases and all,
so that it was an imprint
such intricacies | |
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| Something to think about =0)
Posted: 4/20/2009 6:10:31 PM | | LOVE starts with a SMILE, grows with a KISS, and ends with a TEAR. DON'T cry over anyone who won't cry over you. Good FRIENDS are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget. You can only go as far as you push. ACTIONS speak louder than words. The HARDEST thing to do is watch the one you love, love somebody else. DON'T let the past hold you back, you're missing the good stuff. LIFE'S SHORT. If you don't look around once in a while you might miss it. A BEST FRIEND is like a four leaf clover, HARD TO FIND and LUCKY TO HAVE. Some people make the world SPECIAL just by being in it. BEST FRIENDS are the siblings God forgot to give us. When it HURTS to look back, and you're SCARED to look ahead, you can look beside you and your BEST FRIEND will be there. TRUE FRIENDSHIP "NEVER" ENDS. Friends are FOREVER. Good friends are like STARS You don't always see them, but you know they are ALWAYS THERE. DON'T frown. You never know who is falling in love with your smile. What do you do when the only person who can make you stop crying is the person who made you cry? Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them. Everything is okay in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end. Most people walk in and out of your life, but only FRIENDS leave footprints in your heart.♥" | |
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| Something to think about =0)
Posted: 4/30/2009 5:29:28 PM | they are mine lips i press it too you
mi velveeta cheecleta
i asked that you take an imprint of them
so that i can remember the sensation
and the up winds above
since it was a summer's day
a dervish arose
pirouetted
up
or dust devil
the simple slip arose
out of reach
with my scrawl
or fantasy
only words
but it was tethered sweetly
and jointly with the thing itself
now
this was secure
only
our kiss | |
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| Inspired by a dream.
Posted: 5/2/2009 11:50:54 PM | I liked your faded dress,
your worn out shoes,
and the way you stood in the center of the room
and I really was fond of the way that your eyes never left mine
even though there were so many people inbetween, in and out of the scene
I smiled right back at you,
for the longest moment
the shortest instant of forever ever
remminiscent
of that sailor's small living room, in a half desert
/The Beatles/
where we stared for so long
I'm smiling for you. | |
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| Fade Away.
Posted: 5/2/2009 11:55:22 PM | This is just something that I wrote as a "good-bye" to someone that I had a connection with for a while.
Oddly enough it started off as a letter, and this poem turned out to say exactly what I had intended to convey.
The beautiful sunset
Just like you
Your eyes wet
Down your pink cheeks as you depart
But don't regret the colour, the splendour
That you shared with me
And took with you
It's in your eyes, your face, your heart
But it's in the sky, it's all a part
Of someone else, and somehow
It's all a part of me. | |
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| Poetry
Posted: 5/18/2009 1:43:37 PM | Thanks for the additions guys... I had to write this today, a reflection of sorts and a culminatino of thoughts I suppose... kinda weird thoughs but, meh... enjoy
Envirafack – by Rene
When you know that it is enough,
Distraught and no chance to front a bluff,
Tumultuous emotion no longer impedes the lens,
You've realized what you had yet to comprehend,
Wanderlust of a sort,
Learning and mastering new sport,
Tragic all things good must demise,
Eager to see the sunrise,
Dreams of adventures designed to teach,
Listening to the wilds as the whisper speech,
“All good things must end, as it is how to appreciate”
So how is it then my happiness is the target of natures rape?
Lessons of hypocrisy and degradation ensue,
Lashing out becoming reasoning for you,
Justification of how we all feel,
Riding till death on natures torture wheel. | |
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| Poetry- honey tassled
Posted: 5/20/2009 1:04:45 AM | winter bud
primordia
erupts in the
cleansing light
fleshed in shoot
it bursts
once into
convulsing
first creation
yellow
rain silk
tassled
honey
guide
orchid
the one
they both rapture and
rupture | |
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| Poetry
Posted: 5/31/2009 3:29:35 PM | Me too – by Rene
Impressions in my mind they never grow old,
In contempt of the lies that were told,
Reflect to a smile so full of enlightened love,
Meeting predetermined by the stars above,
Whiplash of exile in response to thought,
Boiling and bubbling in the cauldron pot,
Messages of life odd in their delivery,
Knowing myself, I am the epitomy,
Words of song the only siren left,
Pulsing and beating through the chest,
Actions kindling, and words are the spark,
Overreacting easy, but reactions so dark.
just one I worked on briefly today... cheers for now all... | |
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