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Posted: 6/29/2006 7:31:27 PM | A Fracture in the Skull of Morality
Crystal towers, the world's powers
Herds of people work for hours
Greed and corruption, 'tis no assumption
Most people live life for only one function
Green paper and silver coins
All to support the fruit of your loins
War in other countries
No more little plum trees
Innocent people are getting bombed
Somewhere, we're all being wronged
By this lack of administration
The manipulation of a nation
Solely responsible for the narration
Of extreme exaggeration
Weapons of mass deception
To an unwanted system invasion
Like a bomb in a police station
So, what's wrong with this rich-man's bureaucracy?
Do you not see the blantent hypocrisy?
When people are starving, it's not a democracy | |
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Posted: 6/29/2006 8:49:17 PM | ZEPHYR: Anger is a normal and healthy emotion. It helps clear the path for the better days to follow.
You touched me,
because I lived there.....
I've been out walking in your shoes
I know the tiredness of it all,
the never having enough.
Enough of anything
The fighting for every little piece of the pie
and yet
still finding an empty plate.
Keep fighting
It's the only chance you have of climbing up
from rock bottom
Talk to someone.
Don't bottle it up, let it out
Scream, rant, rave
whatever - because
if you don't, you'll end up running down the road
with one shoe on
looking for your crayons.
Just to color the picture differently.
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Posted: 6/29/2006 8:59:21 PM | BOBBY... Glad to see your writer's block is all healed.
Here's a new one of mine:
SPIRIT SONG
It feels like home
this piece of earth
Safe place to sleep
and spot of birth
Birth of my conscious mind
to grasp
the things I've known
All things long past
awakening my soul to heed
Ghost thoughts elude
Soon thrown to seed
That too then grows
at beanstalk height
and rustles softly
in the night
Oblivious to right or wrong
My soul is home
Soft sings it's song.
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 154 | |
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Posted: 6/30/2006 12:08:03 AM | | That was enjoyable, Goldilocks! Thanks for sharing... | |
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Posted: 6/30/2006 10:20:49 AM | TY Bobby, here's a brand new one. Feedback? I'm having some block myself and just don't have the nerve to try the wall-socket thing. LOL
DREAM HOUSE
The house keeps coming into my dreams
time and over, and again - so it seems
fleetingly haunting by full light of day
the house appears - then goes right away
It has shutters and walkways, and windows and doors
there are stairwells that twist, and those hardwood floors
all rotting, decrepid, falling apart in all stages
are faded and haven't been cleaned in simply ages
The walls were adorned with tapestry then
and the place isn't now as nice as had been -
chandeliers above, portraits lining the walls;
I'm sure it housed just hundreds of balls.
But there's something about that house.. I see,
that keeps fogging my mind and puzzling me.
It's something to do with a floor - over all
with timbers and rotting floors that might fall
in my dreams I'm walking across on my toes
and holding onto the walls as I go
when the boards that I'm on again start to sway
I again open my eyes to the start of today .....
As the dream comes back, supposition climbs
I know I've been in that house many times
I just cannot remember when.........................
But I was there -- then,
Before.....
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Posted: 6/30/2006 10:43:39 AM | Sweet..keep up the gd writing! | |
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Posted: 7/1/2006 11:58:25 AM | | Thank you for your kind words. | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 158 | |
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Posted: 7/1/2006 10:49:41 PM | Well, seems that your 'block' is gone too, Goldilocks..I like that one,,a tad sombre..Goosebumps kind..LOL.. I liked it very much..Bob | |
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Posted: 7/1/2006 11:34:13 PM | Welcome back Bobby. I think I'm back............... they seem to be flowing. Lots of nostalgia and old memories seem to do the trick for me.
REFLECTIONS
It was raining
that kind of rain that goes on for hours,
and
Riding through the dreary Manhattan streets
at 3:00 a.m. I knew my life was over.
These streets were all familiar -
I could read each landmark like the back of my hand.
Tonight it was all foreign territory.
The blaring neon lights of the honky-tonks,
The wailing sounds of the sax player at Java Joe's,
the oh-so-secret tiny cafe that only a few
locals knew about; {sliced into an alcove just
barely large enough to hold a dozen little
rendevous' an evening.....}
The little path along the river where we strolled
on lunch hours,
The corner of the bridge that had protected us from
curious onlookers as we stole our first embrace, and
where we sat and conversed for hours on end.
Your favorite bookstore where we discovered
countless hidden treasures together.....
Tonight!
It all seemed like a dream.
Something from one of those old books we purchased
from a street vendor
on the corner of Market and 17th; all so long ago.
I was numb, paralyzed.
You couldn't be gone - not just like that.
We didn't get to say good-bye
But, as the tears finally came, running into the
gutters with the muddy rain.....
I remembered.
You once told me that you'd always be with me.
Even in death, your soul would find me
because
We were meant to be.
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Posted: 7/2/2006 8:43:29 PM | Bobby... here's something a little lighter and fun. This really happened and was such a surprising thing to see. The neighbors had had their house washed down a couple of weeks prior to the rain and this happened:
Bubbles
Standing in my kitchen
Looking out my door
I watched the soft rain falling
And heard the thunder roar.
Quietly as I watched it all
The scene grew awesome still
The puddles in the streets
And the mud running downhill.
Then I saw the bubbles
Floating gently to the ground
From the soap left on the rooftops
They were really huge and round.
They glided by the greenness of
The giant feathered leaves
Of the palm trees high above the house
And landed in the eaves.
It took me back to younger days
When we laughed in childish glee
Blowing bubbles all day long
My brothers five, and me.
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Posted: 7/2/2006 11:23:19 PM | Heres A Poem...
The Mask of the Mirror
By Evan D. Wagner
The young girl, she looks so innocent and pure
She looks like she has never done anything wrong, that is for sure
As she sits at her mirror, combing her hair
She feels a rush of guilt and sneaks a glare
At the bottle of pills, and the bag of weed beside her
The guilt hurts all the way through inside her
Then she looks back up and takes a look in the mirror
Suddenly, everything is a lot clearer
An old women appears, wrinkles and scars on her face
With that being seen, the mirror starts to break
This shows you that if you become a drug fiend
The mirror will give you a mask when its not even close to Halloween. | |
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Posted: 7/9/2006 7:54:31 AM | Thanks for all the posts, sorry for my lenghty absence again but I have some lyrics to share today.....
Opeth - Reverie / Harlequin forest
Into the trees
Past meadow grounds
And further away from my home
Baying behind me
I hear the hounds
Flock's chasing to find me alone
A trail of sickness
Leading to me
If I am haunted
Then you will see
Searching the darkness
And emptiness
I'm hiding away from the sun
Will never rest
Will never be at ease
All my matter's expired so I run
There falls another
Vapor hands released the blade
Insane regrets at the drop
Instruments of death before me
Lose all to save a little
At your peril it's justified
And dismiss your demons
As death becomes a jest
You are the laughing stock
Of the absinthe minded
Confessions stuck in your mouth
And long gone fevers reappear
Nocturnally helpless
And weak in the light
Depending on a prayer
Pacing deserted roads to find
A seed of hope
They are the trees
Rotten pulp inside and never well
Roots sucking, thieving from my source
Tired boughs reaching for the light
It is all false pretension
Harlequin forest
Awaiting redemption for a lifetime
As they die alone
With no one by their side
Are they forgiven?
Stark determination
Poisoning the soul
Unfettered beast inside
Claiming sovereign control
And now the woods are burning
Tearing life crops asunder
Useless blackened remains
Still pyre smoldering
Enjoy hope to be back soon........... | |
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Posted: 7/10/2006 12:46:41 PM | First allow me to apologize for the dark, sad poems that I write. It's a form of therapy for me. I suffer with depression and my life at the moment isn't what it should be. But don't feel sorry for me. We make our own misery.......
*Stranger*
Who am I
A stranger to myself like someone sneaking around
at night
The shadows of the dark are now
my light
Afraid of what I might see
cause
I am not who I use to be
In the deep abyss is where
I left
"me". | |
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Posted: 7/10/2006 1:07:49 PM | I have two daughters. Their ages are 15 and 8. About a year ago I did the most hardest thing for me to do but because of my love for them, I could not any longer let them suffer along with me. I gave them up on temporary basis but things have not quite come together for me as of yet. Some things have somewhat gotten better and something things have gotten worse. But I won't bore you with my life's trials and tribulations. But I will entertain you with this poem that I have dedicated to my youngest daughter.
*Hannah*
My little girl hannah
is waiting to come home
but some people won't let
that happen yet
Because they feel I'm not quite
adequate
I decided one day to go
on an adventure
Oh! it was so easy
death and me
But someone decided it
wasn't my time
So here I am
hoping to not do it
again
My little girl waits
for mom to get better
How frustrated she must be
because it's taking so long
you see
Hannah my baby
just hold on
for it hopefully won't be too
long. | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 165 | |
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Posted: 7/10/2006 5:24:07 PM | Words
By Bobby7
I just don’t what’s going on, but it happens every time.
When I put words on paper, they always seem to rhyme.
I don’t do it on purpose; they just come out that way.
“Cause I never know, ‘til they are done, just what these words will say
Rhyme is not in style theses days, a cycle, I suppose.
Today, it’s haiku, free verse, and a little dash of prose.
But, rhyming is the only way I’ve ever penned my thoughts
Even though I’ve tried in other ways; and, believe me, I’ve tried lots.
To me; a word’s a weapon, a tool, a child’s new toy.
With words, a poet can convey, great sorrow, pain, or joy.
They’re like a fencer’s shining foil, or his lightning swift epee
And harm or good will all depend on what these words will say
There are poets here who write so well, they take my breath away,
And reading new, exciting poems, is how I start my day.
I’m never disappointed by new poems that I find here
Each and every one brings a message, delivered loud and clear.
So, I don’t know just what to do. It seems I’m stuck in time.
I love to write, but sometimes wish, my damned words didn’t rhyme.
But, dear friends, I’m not a quitter, and I’m compelled to right
And, if I keep on writing long enough, perhaps, I’ll see the light.
If you think I may be jealous, perhaps you’re not that wrong.
As poets here keep moving up, sometimes I feel I don’t belong.
Perhaps, as with each cycle, these new styles will not last.
If the do, then I can only hope, you won’t forget the past.
Well, I’ll just keep on telling stories, as I have, these many years,
And hope my words bring laughter, love, and sometimes, even tears.
I sit here, my soul is sad..my ming begins to rage..
For every time I write, I put my very heart on every page.. | |
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Posted: 7/11/2006 1:17:53 PM | *Don't Know*
Alone again with my pain
Not a friend insight, is this my plight
A friend I seek for I am weak
A friend I thought I made but
he bade me goodbye and
left a tear in my eye.
Lovers come and go
But a friend is forever to hold
My heart is heavy with grief
and theres no reprieve for this
I believe
To suffer I am made for the life
I have laid. | |
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Posted: 7/13/2006 7:43:11 AM | Here you go I wrote this this morning.......
I Did It Again – By Rene Gable
I did it again,
Offended without intent,
Cynical for no reason,
Second thoughts,
Plots unknown,
All misunderstanding,
Questions unanswered,
Cancerous growth eating,
I apologize for being me,
I did it again,
Consumed by whats not known,
Or is it all in my head?
Enjoy. Till later............. | |
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Posted: 7/13/2006 1:15:23 PM | Randomizing my cares
The very swing of being
Advising my spares
Will the wing let me in
Back and forth
Everyone shall fight it
I shall not forfeit
Nobody fights for it
Revolving backwards
Turning into more words
Solving it forwards
Should I wait ahead
Or find sideways evasion
Possibility to persuasion
An answer to the equation
Start at the begining
Or end at the latter
Energy is not light
So why does it matter
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Posted: 7/13/2006 1:16:40 PM | Randomizing my cares
The very swing of being
Advising my spares
Will the swing let me in
Back and forth
Everyone shall fight it
I shall not forfeit
Nobody fights for it
Revolving backwards
Turning into more words
Solving it forwards
Should I wait ahead
Or find sideways evasion
Possibility to persuasion
An answer to the equation
Start at the begining
Or end at the latter
Energy is not light
So why does it matter
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Posted: 7/13/2006 10:59:33 PM | *Judgement Day*
The day is drawing near
my fate of my wrong doing
will become quite clear
I'm scared more than I'm
willing to admit and I hope
the punishment fits
Don't think I should be alone
for the feeling of wanting
to do things for which
I am prone
I know some people know of me
and my issues
But do they come with
tissues
They think I am strong,
can handle anything
but if only they knew
what I really want
to do
The stress is killing me
slowly as each day passes
of the path I have chosen
within these last four years
have piled up in
masses. | |
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Posted: 7/14/2006 2:23:32 AM | faithful friends sustain us
when life’s dark shadows fall
their words of hope encourage
make us feel ten feet tall
faithful friends are near us
when life is full of woe
its then they take us by the hand
to paths that we should go
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Posted: 7/14/2006 2:48:50 AM | I have not found such a friend
that would go the extra bend
Encouraging words are
far and few in between
Therefore, I go unseen
No one to guide me by the hand
because they think I'm "Mad". | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 173 | |
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Posted: 7/14/2006 6:12:24 AM | I was listening to a song that was so sad,
I had to write a few extra verses, Hence, this poem..
But I don't know what to name it...
Untitled..by Bobby7
Born to lose, I’ve lost your love, it seems
Yet, every night, your face is there in dreams
When I awake, I know that it is true
I’m born to lose, and I know that I’ve lost you
Born to lose, my mind can’t comprehend
That I no longer have you as a friend
You were all the happiness I knew
Born to lose, and now I'm losing you
Born to lose, tell me why should I go on
When everything that I held dear is gone?
I don’t think that life is worth this pain
Born to lose, and I have lost again
Born to lose, there’s nothing I can do
That will ease the pain of losing you..
I think it best that I just end it all
Born to lose..I hear deep waters call | |
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Posted: 7/14/2006 8:41:56 AM | I wrote this one earlier today enjoy, and thanks for all the fantastic writes people, keep them coming.........
Encased – By Rene
Emeralds encased in fire,
Looking longing they desire,
Craving the wrought,
Exclaiming forget me not
Tide turns full fledged,
Sweeping you right off the edge,
Coming in for the capture,
Instead consuming you in rapture,
Clouded dizziness,
Bloody hypocrites,
Jewelled and displayed,
Stolen and never repaid.
Till later.............. | |
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Posted: 7/14/2006 11:54:15 AM | *The Beer Bottle*
I met a man with the softest of hands
When he holds me it feels like we fit
He kisses me and it feels right
I feel so good in his arms that
I'm only conscious of nothing else
but the smell and feel of him
But I'm afraid the little brown bottle
takes precedence over me
To stay or go away
is my dismay | |
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