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Posted: 8/2/2009 4:44:47 PM | sometimes?
in and between thoughts
lost to sequential prisons
spatial rhythms flee | |
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| Old Souls......only
Posted: 8/4/2009 9:14:18 AM | Devil or Angel, I can't get you outa my mind.
Love me or leave me.........thats funny Botas..... | |
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Posted: 8/6/2009 6:24:40 PM | remember.
tonight let us gather the lavender dreams
in tiny boxes the child lost
forgotten after the storms came
down by the circular heaven scape
on small hands stretched like wings
open to the tide, where we lost mother
but found treasures that weren't really
treasures at all.
we can ride winds to the beginning
when apples were delicious, when
family was a sunday tie and, grandmother's
butter cake, orange pop and laughter
led to backyards and a stolen cigarette
or cousin's frilly pink underwear, it
doesn't really matter where we go, as long
as we don't have to remember.
we might run naked in bright red fields, pick
wild raspberries and point at god, make love
by the riverbed under the oak that, still
carries the burn of swinging ropes that
propelled us beneath the surface where
faeries lived without breathing and sought
the small ankles of children everywhere.
or perhaps, after the long day's fair, we
can gather stars in empty pockets, and
place them by the over-run mantel where
pictures stood, and old dust now settles over
the grandiose events that weary the eyes yet
remind us always of the child that
wanders awestruck inside us and sometimes, just
stops by for a leisurely afternoon when
we need them the most.
~R~ | |
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Posted: 8/6/2009 7:23:18 PM | the french kiss and take in the raspberry
finding it easier in the dawn
pressing lips, above and below,
the stiff part goes about it's way
above and below
they lie together inside of a place
dark and damp, cushioned with fresh plants | |
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Posted: 8/7/2009 7:41:35 AM | Today and Tomorrow
Today I sit and reminisce
that little girl with the sticky kiss
her name Dia, the first three letters
my little diamond in the rough
has now grown polished
she sparkles and shines
better than any material thing
a precious gem I can claim mine
tomorrow I walk her down the aisle
no white lace and beaded gown
because that was never her style
in black we three, generations
for all to see
my mother, my daughter and me
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Posted: 8/7/2009 8:21:04 AM | Nice Sunoir… as for you WolfEyes, well, I am simply biased. I loved the easy fluidity in that last write of yours …so continuing with the family theme going on here…
of rice and beans ~ to Carmen, my granny
I watched you in your immaculate kitchen yesterday.
You moved moth-like and frail, flitting in your night gown.
Murmuring Spanish and humming quietly.
Your hair pinned carefully. So delicate
you bombarded the light. You were happy
crafting memories and passion. Each movement
your personal adagio, love filled and poignant.
My heart bloomed bittersweet, for in time
I knew you would be just memory. That I might
not get to touch your tissue thin skin or kiss
your withered cheek, or tell you that I loved you ever again.
Instead, I re-arranged your cupboards,
put the cups lower so you could reach my love better.
You cook, I re-arrange.
It is like that with family.
When I said goodbye in the evening, I held you so close
I could feel your spine crack within my arms. I embraced you fiercely.
I know you heard me, felt me and were glad for it. Your eyes glowed,
for it made you feel mortal. Alive.
I will always see you smiling, stirring that pot,
sharing you heart with me,
in secret recipes.
showing me love in the only way you know how.
There are no fancy words, no complex metaphors,
to illustrate your simplicity.
I take your endless impressions
and mark my soul indelibly.
I will remember you,
always.
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Posted: 8/7/2009 3:29:55 PM | *swoons
night.
therein lied the misfortune
this odd angled discontentment, it
ate at boundaries
played
by the wooded fence wearing
a barbed wire smile
in a forked tongue display while
spirits played,
in palms where the fire danced.
that man
wicked playing roots with satan
talks little
he
would splay your flesh over dinner tables
making light of
gasps and black white screams,
giggling.
even death would agree words mean little
and I
tho wide gates to the flowing gown
in earnest betrayal
laugh by the pettiness of creation,
mind racing.
but they are poets, books marked
with red ink as others
fake, a mechanical asphyxiation over
sewers grown ashudder, dying in swarms.
~R~ | |
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Posted: 8/8/2009 2:32:38 PM | Good luck today ~G~...
yet another rough draft, course, thats pretty much all I ever post.
addiction.
she breaths soft beneath
the strokes of a candles
flicker
waves of gold caressing
a delicate wrist
I wait at the end
of fingers poised
there is little, yet
still I reach, in wait of
a dance by an iridescent
light that wanes
ever by the lips.
palms pressed we sway by
a vengeful Mozart and
I am kept, to seek paths
a secret that will destroy.
she stands at will towering
above storm and frothing seas
I would dare the shadow
within the sand of passing steps.
and tho she leans, breath upon the sun
I cannot will but to pause
for therein I am travesty
therein, I suffer.
~R~ | |
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| Old Souls......only
Posted: 8/8/2009 4:02:55 PM | over the rainbow
behind spacedcoalsacks
perhaps dwells
the denial of
bluff bravado and bullshit
where honest emotion
presides
and thrives
and touches,
language that bears no confusion.
Whatever the f!! would we do with that? | |
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| Old Souls......only
Posted: 8/9/2009 5:56:26 PM | Whispers precede me, whistling in the crevices and on the curves of my body.
As I lay in pools of whiskey that soak my brain and fog my memory
They capture me like the fangs of a stray dog biting down on my breast
How did I get here?
My hair is being detangled by raspberry bushes
As some man pulls and pushes my white body across these northern fields
Farmers picking me up from the crops like another corn yield
And I want to whisper back, I want to whistle but I’m so parched
My skin is so dry from being exposed
And in my heart I’m dressed in dresses from a secret chest
With marigolds twisted between my braids
And my heart pinned to my blouse like Frida
Maybe there is a God above
But all I know is this life is fleeting and I’m counting
I’m counting every second between the bumps in the fields
While this man pulls and drags me by my ankles
And I wish to see a rose as I pass by
But there are only little flowers of purple, yellow and white
But I’m whiter than them now, like a figure beneath lake water
Waiting | |
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Posted: 8/9/2009 9:20:59 PM | Wow....not sure I can follow that up Jesyka.....
Alone...I stand before the sunrise
waiting perhaps for tommorows realities to fade
distant cries of madness call out to me
faint and subtle.......always
Burning flesh.... from sunlights early awakening
crimson bloodshot eyes
aching to see beyond last nights indulgence
seeped in shots and smoke
today is upon me
a short walk from sanity to reality
again I walk alone
into tommorow
in search of yesterday
shadow | |
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| Old Souls......only
Posted: 8/9/2009 9:34:23 PM | This is a nice little spot to sling some words
and get a little deep.
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Horizon
there was something in the air
a promise
a lie
maybe hope
or perhaps despair
so often one and the same
there was something in the air
in the way everything smelled more
alive, aware, bitter and sweet
more and too much
a promise
a lie
hope
maybe despair
it was floating in the air
that night.
then morning came
it always does
like a promise
like a lie
like hope
and despair.
©k.l.m. | |
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Posted: 8/9/2009 11:28:15 PM | I was in despair over you
each time the pear tree released
then on sand mountain or short grass hump
the incline is the most graphic edge
an up-tilted, up turned lens
it is the constant scent of rhodo
dendron, azalea, occassionally phlox
artemsia | |
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Posted: 8/10/2009 12:41:36 AM | | There are so few men that know whats up. and if they do...they never let you forget the fact. Ego. how sad and silly. And the reward. They will screw you. Uck. | |
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Posted: 8/10/2009 11:25:55 AM | Hey Shadow! hope you're doing well...always nice to read you!!
Don’t go rolling
Where the road drives uphill
The streets are cracked
And the kids got chills
The houses are all lit up
Even at half past dawn
And the young girls are wearing rimmed hats
With nothing but their sex on
The porches are worn down
From the travellers that hustle through
Coming in and out to get their kicks
One by one or two by two
Don’t go roaming in the dead lands
Where the grass don’t even grow
Where the crops are laced with death
And the people don’t want to know
In the air that reeks of sulphur
With the windows shut so tight
I see those raggedy girls
Laying down without a fight
In the streets the children play
Games I cannot comprehend
While the police cars swarm around the row houses
Another woman dead
Don’t go to the forgotten country
Where the people are forsaken
In the quest for trade and greed
Even their bodies were had and taken | |
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| Old Souls......only
Posted: 8/10/2009 3:12:10 PM | Old souls
Holding hands
Knowing forever
Now
Means quite soon
Looking into
Each others
Eyes
They remember....
Unlined faces
Taught bodies
Tattoos that didn't drip
Their love
Holds them together
As they
Near the
End
Tammy | |
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| Old Souls......only
Posted: 8/10/2009 4:06:16 PM | Old As Dry Bones
It's unfortunate that man cannot measure his wealth
by the number of lies he can tell to himself.
With honey coated platitudes, and garnished metaphor,
men swear things are true that were not true before.
The proponents of falsehood, if counted together,
would out-number the raindrops in years of bad weather.
We divide into groups to form our own clan,
But like fingers that are separate, still belong to the hand.
My ears still resound with hypocritical debate.
Expounding on love while projecting more hate.
Condemning all sinners in one endless search,
along with the members of any other church.
We should find a way to harness our tongues,
for they feed on humanity like a cancerous lung.
They move in their sockets the way a snake moves its head,
as they bite and they poison every word that is said.
A bigot is born with a maggot's cold heart,
and he learns from the cradle to practice his art.
Until, on a whim, he can hate anyone,
then he passes this knowledge on down to his son.
Our weaknesses go courting to find a sad mother.
So a lie is conceived that makes brother kill brother.
We love it and honor it and call it's name war.
We feed it our children, but it always wants more.
Since man first drew breath and made his first noise,
lies and deceit have been his constant toys,
and when the grave's sod shields the sun from our eyes,
the earth's air will still echo our venomous lies! | |
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| Old Souls......only
Posted: 8/10/2009 6:14:25 PM | hide nothing from me
no secrets that bleed
drops at your feet
will reveal them to me
hold back not a thought
free express as you need
no tree reaches sky
from a closed up seed
tears fall its ok
that's what they do
and in so doing
reveal the real you
a smile like a blossom
never grew from false rain
healing is a feeling
that follows from pain
release the beast
unchain the self
find in truth
luxury, wealth
feel my breast
how it sinks from lies
that flash untruth
from lying eyes
feel my heart race
bringing color to face
when you open your soul
and truth you embrace | |
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| Choices
Posted: 8/11/2009 7:24:36 PM | We all make choices,
In this life,
Some good, some bad,
Some cause us strife.
Yes, I remain hopeful,
As I clear my head,
Trying to remember the words you said.
Choices, choices,
Mine to make,
Yours to share,
If you dare.
Reflections of moments,
Now a part of time,
Memories of you,
Running through my mind.
Choices, choices,
Right or wrong,
We'll never move forward without them.
Take my hand,
And lead me where,
Your inner most thoughts lie.
I long to hear the words you know,
The choices you've made,
That helped you grow.
SW 09 | |
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Posted: 8/11/2009 9:41:34 PM | Tears for the Fallen
Another new day with much promise
Then the news came of a loved one
Not joyous news by any means
But news of their terminal condition
I am taken a back as if hit by a wrecking ball
My life instantly shattered into millions of pieces
Much sadness and despair came in this instance
Pain that I have never felt before in my life
How could this happen to someone I love
This must be some cruel joke
No matter how I dream up a logical explanation
The only real answer is staring back at me
The grim reaper standing over my fallen loved one
Anticipating for the moment when they’ll be his
For now however they are still someone I love
Even as time passes this will never change
Remembering the moments we had together
Growing up with them in my life
Teaching me things for the first time
Now all I have of them are memories
Celebrating their life and achievements
It is never too late to tell them I love them
As the time gets closer to their departure from this life
I notice a void in my life that no one can replace
Feelings begin to well up inside me
I am to the point I am about to burst
I succumb to sadness just for a moment
Not letting this melancholy state consume me
So here I am now willing to admit I cried
I cried many tears knowingly they are no longer here
I cried my heart and soul out
Till it hurt so bad I could cry no more
And then they were gone from this life | |
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Posted: 8/11/2009 11:16:22 PM | f!!!
you wanted, you want, you will want
you say as though the world
waits on your whims and sins
of desire. you touched and slaked
one appetite of tearing meat
and drank blood of veins no truth
could feed. blue you sing the blues
and watch the vision in your head
above our bed your compulsion
defeated. despair of clarity. crave.
LZC09 | |
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| Old Souls......only
Posted: 8/12/2009 5:25:25 PM | a revamp.
I am night
some might believe in an
odd angled discontentment that
eats at boundaries, plays
by the linear movements that welcome
a special kind of murder where
spirits played,
in palms where the fire danced.
that man
wicked playing roots with Satan
swallows the shadows that
break from the core
he
would splay your flesh over
white satin sheets making
light of screams, gasps and
black offerings, his fingers
always find the terror
as
death waits where the bones lie
and I
wide gates to her flowing gown
in earnest betrayal as
we fall by the pettiness of creation,
minds racing.
they are the tide crushing
suffering the child by
a blanket asphyxiation, I
wither beneath the weeping sky
sewers grown ashudder,
"die in swarms", a whisper
in the cold I wrench
over their toxic perfection
tracing
razored edges over the throat of
every truth
I have slaughtered.
~R~ | |
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Posted: 8/12/2009 11:06:16 PM | ack..rhymy but i do so love naughty lusty ballads...can get away with so much!!!
~Arisaema triphyllum~
Lords-and-Ladies hear this lusty tale
From Jack-in-the-Pulpit's purple-striped spathe;
Memory Roots in the fledgling's face pale
First tongue of the spadix from striped Nature's Lathe.
In the brush near the woodland's edge of green grass
Lady Fern witnessed Him as he fine strutted passed
Then rooted to soil he as held out his hand
And offered the girl his sweet juice of the land
Head c o c k e d she gazed past the Dragon's three leaves
Adorned with crimson bright berries that she'd
Coveted time and again that she'd please
Touch for the pleasures discovered and seek
The dare of Wake-Robin, the Devil's own Ear.
Like nettles to bare skin her tongue it did sting,
And breath nigh to death forever would bleed;
Hot fire bit deep in her cheeks it did bring-
In her mind burning snapshots of Wild Dragon's Green.
i just love wildflowers
need 20 more rounds for the dance of it..ack...
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Posted: 8/12/2009 11:43:40 PM | the word****was epostulated supra
the****was upthrust, curved back,
had a sheen, a halo, a covering,
then a cricket sung out,
it wanted to mate,
the cricket, the artemsia,
buzzing insects, and the odour,
took it all apart | |
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Posted: 8/12/2009 11:59:56 PM | There are the milk toast, castratii types that are kind of boring, and do
the Devil's work, tearing down forests, running the large electric money
houses. These are the ones that are saved by being reborn evangelicals,No?
To be a true Christian requires sacrifice, sorrow, and hardship. The cost of
discipleship is humility | |
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