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Posted: 6/15/2008 9:59:43 AM | Bridge to nowhere
A bridge a span to nowhere
the signpost of crosses to bear
a sunken cobblestone demise
living on a road of pot hole lies
somewhere in the master plan
a desert built a dune of sand
the hourglass it tips and pours
as I stand before a wall of doors
waiting for what will never be
a hand to help to pull me free
now in restless angst I wonder
how I let them steal my thunder
how I pushed my dreams away
how I kept them safe at bay
how I settled for less than want
now deep inside my soul it haunts
depression makes a nasty friend
it slides upon a heart to tend
it festers in the open wounds
slicing on a self made ruin
In solace I look for the glint of the sun
in this dark dank pool that I’ve become
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qj829_3ZL8w
time for some sun and a new party
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Posted: 6/15/2008 10:22:19 AM | "In Thailand, we do not morn the dead.
We Smile, for there is no need for tears.
We can be happy for them,
That their suffering is over."
--Pla.
Butterfly.
I saw a single tear well when you forgot...how to fly
Hidden in the outskirts watching hope, pass you by
A smile given life, but your secret safely held
Dreams are as the butterflies, in a strong wind they are felled....
Whisper to the moonlight, a soft and fragile glance
A vision often clouded, so alone you dance
Joy filled thoughts still linger with eyes closed as you sleep
Shattered when awakened, cold realization seep....
Secluded by a status never once asked but born
When faces turn away from you, 'tis your heart that's truly torn
Outstretched arms 'neath summer rain for it helps to feel alive
Helps to wash away the tears and stifle inner cries....
Beautiful as captivating, a flower petaled pink..
Soft scent of the Cherry Blossom, yet fragile as you sink
...Upon the green of Mother asking heavens "may I go?"
....and be born again upon a breeze knowing freedom by it's flow"...
I stand inside my closed heart with cold and shattered eyes...
Yet I always have a smile for those that pass me by
I am as you just not the same I wear a skin not as yours
Yet I still yearn the same things, and am drawn to Ocean's shores......
I was once a child playing all the games of youth
But now I rest eternal for I have been crushed by what is truth
Do not shed a single tear for the first time I am free
A Butterfly of such Beauty, dancing wings spread 'neath life's Tree........
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Posted: 6/15/2008 10:30:03 AM |
200 pages of old souls congrats T
Thank You my dear ~R~...
It's been quite the journey to this point, and since you have been here for most of it, you know.
2/3 Done, then the chapter of poet closes.
And a new one will begin.
Thank You to All, that have helped make this place what it is.
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Posted: 6/15/2008 1:39:23 PM | A Power Write.
R.I.P.
Rising mists are known as suffer a vision torn I brush aside the stones and take my place by throne..
Ghastly shadows linger pertinent to a disease they sway just on the outskirts a summoning of pleas..
Steel a rusty hue chain mail all but see through a blade shimmers in the distance and it shimmers just for you...
Pale eyes all seeing...
A voice, yours, is pleading...
Living but not living...
Born just for the bleeding...
Fear takes a timid soul whole upon the cliff, heart beats a drum as eyes to heavens lift..
Drift in and out semi-conscious held, a sacrifice of flesh by fire whats it's about..
No escaping fate, just f*ck the manifest theres no test but one of power and it's right inside your chest..
Victim after victim no death by dishonor..
Wade straight to the battle just skin wearing no armor..
Filled with a vicious lust strangling pride..
It's inside, this fire that'll blot out the skies..
And Rage, pure and mighty silver lined and black hued flank to my sides if it rages inside you..
If your tired of the choices the voices and land-mines it's a crime their still alive when their just dead inside..
Burn!
Set flame to the pyre kindle us up some fire let em come in waves just slaves meant to make the pile higher..
Breathe!
In their sacrifice false winds and blowing tides suicide by the knife they never knew they glide..
Paralyzed from spirit out they gloat yet are alone "poor me" is the song of their suffocating over-tone..
Get gone, the valley waits yearning for your blood , salivating jaws SNAP you from ground stood..
The ghostly apparition stands poised with hollow eyes, it's the reflection of You grown tired from your cries..
It's battle and it's raging here by final hour..
Come to carve off some flesh and usurp all of your power..
For cowards..
For the timid..
For the already dead..
Join with the growing graveyard...
and rest your Final Bed.
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Posted: 6/15/2008 1:39:28 PM |
(special hi to CDN..you go girl!)
Thanks, Salty.... ;)
* * * * *
Two hundred pages of old souls' words
peppered with the wisdom of the ages....
I wander by
from time to time
and I find....
tree trunks bent with time
twisted and grooved
yet always warm to the touch
rivulets of passing sadness
flowing with deeply etched stories,
delving into our lives
as we dance on into the night
a fire that glows quietly till dawn,
lighting up the sunrise,
casting brilliant shadows...
coral and lavender
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Congrats on 200, R. Glad I was here to witness a small part of it. | |
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Posted: 6/15/2008 8:09:59 PM | It is so truly great...to see the above (Old Souls....only) stuck there and without being changed, altered, or some peon whinging "hey yeah but waddaboutme?"
Time has done what time does best
Osmosis has done its work
People have phased in..and fazed out
Some have blossomed
Others faded
Some marched their hour upon an imaginery stage
But the true nature of this thread
Has held its own
And not been corrupted
Into some bland and popularistic view
The warmth here of Souls who gather
Has drawn others out
Sometimes giving them the courage to simply 'be'
Sometimes showing them 'its not all about me'
And sometimes...setting the odd one 'free'
Thanks ~R~ for having the get go to get going on this
I've met some wonderful people in this thread
And made some amazing friends
(that recognition thing)
Thank you to each and every one of you
For gathering around the Flame
Even if it was only for a while
salty | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 8:33:30 AM |
I've met some wonderful people in this thread
And made some amazing friends
(that recognition thing)
Right back at cha.
Sunior...A title?, wow, and here I thought you'd tell me to get gone..lol..A wonderful poem to start page 200, thank you.....
CDN...My Lady...been taking a break preparing have you?, I wish you all the best on your journey cross the pond, and thank you for your gifted view here, it has been a pleasure 'dancing' in prose with you, and I hope for another, or six, in the future....
Yup.
Many have come, and I have known each word
From the laughter, contemplation, and even the hurt
Freedom stands the gift as judged are none
Something to be said about, being 'one'
Some speak to war, others to peace..
While others calm the fire, and tame inner beasts
Some write of love, that elusive hand
While others drift places, that few understand
Some have come to realize, it will always start with you
You just need the courage, to see it through
No it's not easy but the path tells discovery
And the view from the mountain my friends, is O so lovely
Old Souls.....only, will never be my legacy
It belongs to all those, who want just to 'be'
And to all the haters, the fakes on the shelf
Go buy a self help book, and find yourself.
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Posted: 6/16/2008 8:43:08 AM | | wondrefull writes this morning, so glad to have dipped my toe in this lovely pond, thank you and blessed be!!!! | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 8:49:17 AM | it's curious to me
how such wisdom can be
found in the words of such a man
who is so elusive yet understands
words of such depth
pain and sorrow
then there's the words
that knows no tomorrow
sometimes ya kill me
with that smart arse of yours
sometimes it chills me
when i hit the floor
the truth you see
touches deeply
yep it's also in me
i see that weeping...
thanks ~R~
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Posted: 6/16/2008 9:01:17 AM |
CDN...My Lady...been taking a break preparing have you?, I wish you all the best on your journey cross the pond, and thank you for your gifted view here, it has been a pleasure 'dancing' in prose with you, and I hope for another, or six, in the future....
Ah, many thanks, my Gallant Knight. I've returned to the homeland now, and getting settled in.... right smack in the centre (for a bit).... then headed west (many friends to see).... and, later in the fall.... I'll be snuggling into a new place on the far east coast. Many new adventures await.... :)
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Flying o'er darkest space
deep sapphire waters of life
churning far below....
calling my name....
wondering where I've been....
My soul expands to
accommodate the newness
of all that awaits....
and breathlessly, in anticipation,
I find myself falling into
the future.
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cdn/16jun08
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Posted: 6/17/2008 11:08:26 PM | phantom dance
by a rock strewn parapet on a path of stone
an aged woman waits in a white silken gown
there she stands hair thrown to the wind
upon a face weathered her lips turn to a grin
remembrance of a gift in thoughts of him
she lifts her eyes to a star blessed sky
and to the elements she lets her soul sigh
her skirt billows and she takes a step
to each movement each measure her heart is met
dancing to a phantom medley of bygone years
while words crest and fall to a pool of tears
her arms held high as if adorning a form
round she reels till the blossoming of morn
and through the breeze she can hear him sing
forever my love on this band I bring
etched from my heart to this simple thing
in undying love you are my everything
when the moon is full and the stars fill the sky
upon that stone path you can still hear her cry
yet eternally enclosed within a weary heart
her words in death as by life nay to part
her arms wrapped around a destined empty lot
as love still surges just as it was wrought
her eyes shine with gossamer dew
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Posted: 6/18/2008 9:12:35 AM | love it love it love it
A crone I be
though sadly I remember not the passing time
yesterday, today , tomorrow
all pass on the wing of a small brown wren
Tis said the Raven guards the gate
to the realm where my lover resides
and I
bound here to this earth
shake my fist
utter a curse
but in my memories
Tis yo I hold
I remember .
your lips, your smell
your doe soft skin
Tall that passion.....
curse the years
curse the tears
curse the dark
and starless night
Save for when
the Gibbons Moon
shies upon the sacred well
then
I am a crone no more
firm of bosom
shapely calf
youth in all it splendor
has not me passed
the night has joined us again
for this lovers repast.
oat cakes
and heaven;s mead
Tis all the sustenance
we need
for we find succor
in loves embrace
dance under the moon
dance under the stars
dance away the years
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Posted: 6/18/2008 2:20:19 PM | I laughed as the slow pinprick of reality hit him
eyes grew larger like the doom struck bambi destined for a 18 wheeler's grill
that's right bud, this ain't kansas anymore
and you heard me right, I said
"Fuck U"
Ever had one of those days you where really supposed to get out of bed?
yup
I just had one
fired for the first time in years
who ever came up with the stupid expression...peers?
most have their heads up their ass spending daddies money
some of the stories I could tell aren't even funny....
Except this one....
Met the jobsite socialites with nothing better to do
than stand around with smug expressions tipping their morning brew
gossip hounds with a nose for the shit
waiting for the weak ones so they could take a nip
Today they got personal and started picking on a laborer
20 year old runt built like a piece of paper
bullies all made him call them sir
it was the kind of scene that wakes the storm for sure
The kid was working harder than most
never seeking the lime-light preferred it as ghost
the playground bullies giving him the hardest jobs
making fun of his clothes telling him he looked like a slob
Keep going kid pass off what they said
while visions of lightning danced in my head
the kid kept his cool and went about his tasks
a model of self discipline you could nevermore ask
The day wrapped up I told the kid tomorrow he's with me
and I would teach him all the skills he would ever need
he just knodded and put the tools on their shelf
ten minutes later someone screamed "help!"
I was in the work-shed working out problems of 'how'
outside in the parking lot I could see a growing crowd
'fuck' I said 'if it's the bullies thats it!"
while visions danced of swelling lips
When I got there man you would've just laughed
three bullies bleeding by someone their half
guess the paper thin kid was a champ in MMA
one of the guys put their hand on him, and got beaten down, in trade
I just knodded my head in a silent "well done"
he just picked up his things and in a moment was gone
those three bullies won't be back after swallowing so much pride
I guess the moral is you never know, what someone has, inside.
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Posted: 6/18/2008 5:54:48 PM | Who Could Have Known
Who could of known the series of events in
my life had a real meaning.
Still young enough to enjoy life,although
past my prime in centuries before.
Some pass through life blind never seeing.
The hardships are just opportunities to grow.
Four decades plus a few years, still no
idea of what life had in store.
Unlucky in love, lucky in life, things
always seem to come my way.
Perhaps this was all some sort of test,
if so , did I pass, perhaps so.
For now my fears are gone as if by magic,
or some wizard's spell.
My worries,money,love,the future set sail.
Yes set sail on a journey to torment some
other poor soul.
Who could have known, who could have known.
The serenity and peace I have found would be
achieved by surrendering and letting go.
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Posted: 6/18/2008 7:03:56 PM | i live on one side
they live on the other
i speak one language
they speak the other
i see them standing on corners
waiting for day jobs
all these immigrants from
colombia, ecuador, mexico
compact and small
tough and wiry
they've never bothered me
heck my ancestors showed up
fresh off some boat
made a new life here
started their families
today i was lugging home
some tables 6 feet long
the bungee cord broke
and they fell on the road
there i was in the middle of Main
cars swerving 'round me
and these tables really weighed
one ton apiece, i'm about to start crying
when a rent a wreck heep
pulls over to help me......
out steps this wee little guy
definitely hispanic, couldn't speak english
but hell, I don't speak spanish...
but he just got to work,
hefting tables off the road
and back into my Versa
and bungee corded the load
PROPERLY...and what could I do?
I was so sweetly amazed,
he refused the $10 bucks
all I had, all i could pay
so i threw my arms around him
and give him a hug and kiss
and he turned beet red on Main Street
and drove off lickety split
so yeah..... all those white folks
who passed me right by
didn't bother to help
didn't care that i cried
but one little guy
probably illegal
made me queen for a day
saved my ass bet your sweet bippy. | |
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Posted: 6/18/2008 8:03:37 PM | Damn straight people......nice Swan...knew you where.....
I live on the other
without red nor pink nor orange
dawn is white
purple is the hope
My brother told me never to cry
stop living black
he lived the death along side
the back seat reasons
Noone ever cared
we made that exemption
by the fire, right next to the truth
naked, ideology failing
In the end I said good bye
bowing to the weed
that I saw, not only growing in me
but you
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Posted: 6/19/2008 6:10:09 AM | Rag Doll
Doe eyes and battered face
midst of lift yet out of place
How did you get that way?
What made you give up and stray?
How did you let life drag you down?
I watched them look at you and frown
I heard you laugh little rag doll
trying so hard to stand tall
and all the while your face held a crooked smile
sadness and pain blanketed in guile
In your bag your crutch Listerine and Lysol
under things you had taken to pay for it all
In your eyes a tiny child I saw you blinded by the years
deep inside hiding all your tears binding them with fears
before I let you go eye to eye I told you I cared
your burnt orange hair mimicking the smell of death in the air
as you walked off I said to myself she’s not your child
but the mother in me cried all the while | |
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Posted: 6/19/2008 7:36:46 AM | (morning fvcking rant....)
walking daisy
i admire fields of corn
it bet it grows a foot a day
(must remember the tape measure tomorrow)
off in the distance a helicopter
drifting i think...one day i want to learn to fly
lost in thought suddenly notice
the copter approaching
what a beautiful machine
flying over the corn
it releases it's dust
gawd damn it...
crossing the road there's no escape
i want to run, like carey grant in north by northwest
it's me, daisy and the gawd damn machine
spraying it's flithy dust
fvck
i think of monsanto and their hand in the world food market
the deal with the mexican govt
their genetically modified corn crap
how it’s wiping out
the culture of the indigneous mayans
the zapatistas
boldly fighting for their right
to be free of such treachery
fvck corn.
Fvck the helicopter...
and fvck the fvcking tape measure | |
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Posted: 6/19/2008 2:41:06 PM | Washed Away
Gone are the dreams of the beach
Tiki torches and khaki and warm sand
Guitar in the background and soft singing
A perfect sunset with a bonfire and dance
Waves crashing in, and footprints washed away
Washed away, funny...just like my dreams
What once was perceived as perfect and true
Turned out to be nothing as it had seemed
Gone are the dreams of the beach
Tiki torches and khaki and warm sand
Smiles and tears from the people I love
They didn't even know what was planned
Waves crashing in, and footprints washed away
Gone are the dreams of the beach
Gone are my dreams of that day, washed away | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 3:21:09 AM | Song Of The Universe
If we stop and think there's a common link
That applies to one and all
And it's fit the plan since the dawn of man
When Creator made the call
And the common bond is the Great Beyond
Where the process had its start
And the Voice was heard as It gave the Word
That became the human heart
There's a common thread when it's all been said
And it spans the corners four
Whence the universe sings that uni-verse
To be sung forevermore
-Mystic
(Who's mostly been away for months and is about to go again. Just dropping
by.) | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 6:30:20 AM | a gentle man amongst a soul filled clan
descends upon us once again
to see the words reflections of a clear calm pond
resonate to a flight in song
is to drift in clouds over a blue washed sky
to lay back your head and softly sigh
nice to see your words again Mystic | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 6:45:36 AM | such gently words
are floating here
i need to wash my mouth
out with soap
reading such tranquility
perhaps i'll learn to cope
with the abuse and injustice
of a world gone awry
sometimes i don't know what to do
i simply want to cry...
(so right sunny...wonderful to read mystics words again...) | |
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Posted: 6/21/2008 9:21:13 AM | A pleasure to you back Mystic, and I look forward to the wisdom imparted in your works.
No need to be sorry Rose, words are expression, and therefore encapsulate all of our emotions...write away, and Thank You.
Doubtful....Blessed be us that you have found your way here....to let us see through your eyes. Thank You.
Sunior....again I thank you for being a part of this small gathering, and doubt I will ever tire of reading your wonderful writes....(english major or not)...lol
Tobs!...Hey bud, made your way back to the fire...with a guitar and a story huh?, cool, good to see you again, don't be a stranger....
Tx....Very insightful write, quite enjoyed it, hope to see you back posting more, Thank You, and Welcome.
CDN....
My Muse has been gone for awhile, be back when it returns.....need a break anyways.
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Posted: 6/21/2008 10:44:26 AM | No words.
In quite remembrance I bid adieu
to them my lovers, placed row on row in silent vigil
a life, strewn across the table in mock battle
the king is tipped, eyes close as the board looses purpose.
Pawns, to be justified in reflection
all must surrender hope to the mirror
for the greater good, that solemn line between betrayal
when harm becomes the path to vindication.
I protect no glory in my respite
yet at times, I turn to hold the stones
gliding surreal locations, low within the valley's gripping need
high amongst the stars of shameless life.
Now, I drift by wing to the gilded cage
hung between walls in resolute form
I am covered, and the songs cease their call
as to slumber, peaceful rest, I fall.
~R~ | |
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