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| Old Souls......only
Posted: 11/24/2008 5:13:15 AM |
O.K....This was for the ladies? So Harlequin (romance novels, etc.) I checked out this site because of the name...Old Souls and found this on the last page.???? The last thing men understand is that sex is very temporal. This bit or piece works if you are under a certain age. Otherwise sex is just like too much popcorn or ...marshmallows. Get serious. Get real.
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| Old Souls......only
Posted: 11/24/2008 8:18:37 AM | The child knows no end to the possibilities that the mind can imagine
The child only becomes aware of the danger of their surroundings once they have been told "no"
Their limitations once they have been critised
And in hearing that no becomes the endless desire to seek beyond that wall..that NO
"Hey, Teacher..Leave those kids alone"
To reach beyond the constraints that are the placement of anothers fear is to grasp a taste of the exhileration and wonder that a child experiences at blowing the first dandelion head from the stem
The first taste of ice cream
So many firsts that then become taken for granted and at such the beginning of the loss | |
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| Old Souls......only
Posted: 11/24/2008 3:50:36 PM | The Young Soul went forth
its universal mark to make
and the Old Soul crept from the shadows
the leavings for to take. | |
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| we fall into shadows
Posted: 11/24/2008 8:20:51 PM | We fall and fall into black shadows
And cleave to refined night air
Brisk with flashes of ignorance and bliss
'Who was my mysterious partner?'
'Who is the other of this pair?'
We tell the nightfall that
Mistaken identities are 'okay'
We want for nothing more than a
Way out of life's decay -
This is soothing escape,
Dancing with a stranger,
An attractive mysterious
Stranger just met...
I fall into ringlets of
Uncertainty and blister
At such ravaging
Brisk winds issuing us
Through all cloudy din,
Though my heart races
With you, for you,
I deplore being told -
By utter strangers,
What to do.
We are questing
Question marks
Marking such
Deep and darkened
Hearts in an
Avalanche of greed
And selfishness -
This is what I need -
This is what I miss -
Something I cannot
Stand on, something
I cannot see, someone
I don't know touching
The inside heart of me.
Such a blistering might
Of midnight uncertain revelry
Scant in forknowledge
And development to story.
What are our histories?
What are our worries?
We seperate ourselves
From all earthly worldly
Cares just to gather us two
Together - why now? Why here?
In infitesimal hours,
Passions run deep and ruin
Individuals with dangerous
Curve balls from unknown
Pitchers, hitters, and catchers -
Who are we all anyways,
Gathered here at the forum -
What more? What for?
Should I appease entertainment?
Should I strengthen the call?
Should I dive into this
Twilight vicinity more
Inbetween unknown and unknown...
My name is not even known. | |
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| the only twilight
Posted: 11/24/2008 8:36:38 PM | The only twilight
The only midnight
The only morning
The only mourning
The only sunlight
The only starlight
The only night
The only day -
Sometimes
Is lonely
And you helped
Me on
My way...
Where I am going
I cannot tell
What I am doing
I do not know well
I hold my heart up
As mysterious as yours
If not more -
All I ever have had
Is a sort of
'Feminine Power'
But I don't care
Anymore... | |
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| taste midnight
Posted: 11/24/2008 9:12:54 PM | Midnight in a universe
Unrehearsed
Unheard
Unechoed
Unhappened
Only
I
M
A
G
I
N
E
D
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Fall with me again under darkness rend in rivulets and cares that bend and mend! All mind games leave us numb and go from here, there! Let's be gone!
Enigma staring at vacant exit, a watery
Trough of wisdom we trip through, a
Moat of unreasonable hope we float,
And stilts we steer look so tall then
Walk on - tripping, falling: then the
Trampolines of our emotional beings
Bouncing and jumping and enjoining
Anxiety filling and finding feelings
Unraveling and unwinding - this is no
Longer so much 'Fun'...
Was it sacred ground we touched down
On or is it just boredom to write this
All down? My heart is sometimes
Unheard and unlearned song and
You listened some... you listened some.
But do you just lead me on for the
Sake and sounds of our new songs?
Look! People are staring - do we both
Want attention? What are our hearts
Preparing?
And I know I sound stilted/jilted/jaded/faded/insecure/peculiar/wierd/scared
And the list goes on and on and on...
You don't know me. You never will...
(For me, Distance and Internet Dating
Is no thrill, I am just here for forums)
Which leaves me wondering why in our
Lonesome hours did we manage to
Write for each other what we did and
Do? | |
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| taste midnight
Posted: 11/25/2008 10:02:37 AM | Mouths parting slowly in hesitant expectation
Bodies yearning in pent up insistance
Minds scurrying to decifer thoughts invasion
What of this desire and the meddling of minds constraint
What of this quest of which we all partake
This confoundment and confusion
This esctasy illusion
Give me my lover and I shall try my very best not to hurt him
Allow me the succulence of his mouth and breath
Surrender to me and wash away this desire while filling it at the same time
Beth L. 11/25/08 Copyright All Rights Reserved | |
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| taste midnight
Posted: 11/25/2008 11:31:32 PM | What In Heaven's Name?
What in heaven's name
do we aspire to, to think
of how much is done
just for the hell of it!
Depending on how light
filters in through windows
marred with silt, what is it
to trust our own eyes?
If conscience is built
on the ways we perceive,
is it any wonder that
windows go unwashed?
-Mystic | |
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| Old Souls......only
Posted: 11/26/2008 1:16:34 AM | Truthisee....like the funny little laughing face. I actually laughed at self. Do you ever do that?
She rose wearily from his bed
Ride always the same
Belief never going away
She looked at his face
Always and always the same
Up go the panties
Down slant her eyes
Wind blew leaf, window
welcomed the onslaught
Watch , but you can't.
She sleepily closed the door
Leaf caught sweetily in her hair
Wind swept your scent safely
Over, towards memory. | |
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| if you bless my imagination...
Posted: 11/26/2008 5:35:03 AM | If you bless my imagination,
Then you bless my heart and mind,
When you give me some attention,
Why do I smile and smile and smile.
Truth, I see that you are poet sublime,
Beauty and depth of heart and mind,
And in all the rivulets of time -
You will be unmarred,
You will be unmarried with death,
You will be immortalized, no less -
Who speaks as you,
Who quests as you,
Who companions as you;
You are and always will be
Unforgettable
Forged
As
Manhood
Fire
As if by Vulcan -
If only
I knew
You
Somehow... | |
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| you are the victor here...
Posted: 11/26/2008 6:26:03 AM | You are the victor here,
You know in your heart well,
There is wisdom and mystery
Still to unravel and tell...
You are the victor here...
There are no shadows in corners...
Not just light through windows...
Not just hearths of gentle fires:
There is a fire in the heart
Of you TRUTHISEE that
Warms and charms
The universe intellect and soul;
We are all solitary individuals
Longing for homes,
Looking through windows,
Walking past streetlamps
Under neon moons -
When the sun is strange
And red, when the
Wolf calls more
Than usual,
On that blood red moon
Of everlasting tides -
You touched me
When I loved you so much
I could no longer hide:
You had me on that
Noon and afternoon -
That 'Ever-Noon'
And you had me
On that once and for all
'Ever-Night' of nought...
But it is not nought in
Our hearts, a shared semblaence
Of present, past, future
Somewhat awkward but real:
Perhaps 'super-concsiousness'
In Pure Thought, what eyes,
Ears, nose, tongue, hands,
Arms, legs, feet will never know...
But for some reason -
Our souls do -
Our souls do -
And our souls
Last
F
O
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E
V
E
R
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So this
Is 'You'
And 'me'
T
O
G
E
T
H
E
R
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Delicatenymph
Loves you
As much as she can
With all her heart
Soul and mind
In this
Textbox World...
I hope you have a great day
Truthisee. Thank you very much
For the poems that you
Have taken the time
To write for me. | |
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| Old Souls......only
Posted: 11/26/2008 12:55:39 PM | I am me....I am no other.
Sometimes I sit here and ponder
on why some people find their true love
and I'm always rolling my eyes, to the stars, with wonder.
Am I looking for too much? Should I be ready to settle?
This life of mine, may be, getting too tough for me to handle.
My tough exterior and my helpless soul, have gotten me nowhere
and quite frankly... I'm getting old.  | |
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| Old Souls......only
Posted: 11/27/2008 1:41:49 AM | The Journey
You board your bus
and you're off from where you are
with a fare that's paid
while the journey's made
to the moon and sun and stars.
Your eyes are keen
and you're high from all that flows
for your heart's aware
you're the rightful heir
to that galaxy that glows.
Your days unfold
and at night you're finding peace
for you learn to cope
as those rays of hope
are unleashed throughout your lease.
-Mystic | |
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| if passion could, passion would
Posted: 11/27/2008 6:05:56 AM | If passion could,
Passion would:
This entwining saber,
This signing flame,
This reminding but
Ever remaining no-name;
If passion could,
Passion would -
Singe the heart
Hear the heart
Forever in redundant
Shadows and ashes,
Ever the earthen parts
Of crackling wood piles
In the heated center pit
And whiplash sparks and burns
Against whaffing and waffling winds
With red-orange prancing prevailing
Pouncing dancing dueling damning
Flames again and again!
Brightening on born from
Varying village voices and
Modern and Mideival midnight
Choruses, angelic tales and fables
Surround and sing the spinning spiral of
Fire festooning heaven against night
Burning to embers in too ready
Oncoming Twilight...
Why live? Why life?
Just to pervade
Above the grave
An amazing fanging fire
Till that hour of twilight?
Why shine a light
Or hide the bright?
Isn't seeping darkness
Beautiful and unusual?
Whatever for Day and Night?
If I could carve myself into
Utter midnight, undecipherable pieces
Of black and blue, and thus be
Ever tainted unrecognizable
By you and you and you -
Why not? The Invisible
Woman This Time!
(The individual identity
Is so strong and longing -
The 'me' is here -
This is 'who I am now'...
Sometimes, ho hum,
How boring - more egos
For flashing their mights,
Agreeing or fighting)
Vixens or mavericks of
The hours, aren't we all
Just candles?
Wicks burning down
In wickedness or goodness -
(Pick which one
This time and time again)
But isn't life a clown?
Why be so serious?
Why care? Aren't we all
Fallen angels somewhere?
Or do-gooder angels
Who dare? Then fall
Over and over again?
This heart eerily envisions
Dancing demonic glimpses and
Just may her soul to the devil
Then call for God's healing angels
But God knows this feminine fickle
Unconquerable heart too well -
'Just heal...
Just let yourself heal...
(Yet one single flame
Never travels far...)'
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| if passion could, passion would
Posted: 11/27/2008 4:51:47 PM | 'Cold'
Cold frost chilled the air, artistic painting
Subtle creeping expressions painted
Faces of exposed skin, to withdraw
Hidden, 'neath garments protect
'Neath the frost, was no glow
Not seen in eye, enshrouded
Still, standing, monarchly
Frosts painting, wind whipped
Bitter winds taunted, and cast about
Snows, building, drifting, silently
Howling delight of the conquered
Standing, still, there, cold perceived
Shrouds drifted lazily about in wisps
Snow flakes building together, then tossed
Whims of wind and stark stabs of cold, steel
Standing. Still. No light, no warmth, yet standing
Old scraps of kindling were gathered, ignited
Cold in the iron box, feeble flames, initially
Strength gained, nurtured, fuelled in fire glow
Frosts began to withdraw, and then outright retreat
Warmth invited, clothing became loosed
Scarves and mittens set aside, laboured to
Heart and hearth, fired rekindling rebirth
Pressure was desire, in cold unable to release!
Wisps of snow, gathered around her in awe
Frosts unable to freely paint, the artist expressing
Plumbs of magic brush strokes, on frosted nights!
Her exhaust was an unintentional masterpeice!
Turned on, headlamp shone illuminating, fleeting
Little flakes, dancing artistically before her
Green lamps reflected season's warmth, close
Individual designs free, in multi colour reflect
Cold of steel, perceived of man made, again
Shining, proud, but for a little spark begin
Proud express, heart soul, and that most alive!
Regardless of frosts paint, that quaint..
Headlamp shone with boiler fire intense!
Steam heat, expelled artistic plumb o' sense!
But, oh! Magic to see 'er dance upon the rail!
Powered free, expressing strength! Never fail! | |
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| Old Souls......only
Posted: 11/27/2008 6:25:46 PM |
Truthisee....like the funny little laughing face. I actually laughed at self. Do you ever do that?
all the time, in fact, I'm the funniest person I know....
as far as the writing here well, I like to delve, I mean really, how fun is continually writing in the same style?, to me it's a bore, so I like to mix it up, sometimes I'll write some chopped up prose and call it poetry, sometimes I'll even care and write something worthwhile reading (rarely), and sometimes I'll rhyme, I mean really, if it's good enough for Rilke it's good enough for me right?....but mostly, I come to da pond to have fun, tho even then, it ain't what it used to be that's for damn sure....
but hey, it still be all good, I mean really, this IS a free dating site.....
anywho, got a thing.....
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| Old Souls......only
Posted: 11/27/2008 10:32:55 PM | T..... I want to know how to do those little characters.....
She was a step beyond stunning. Something in the upward turn of one corner of her mouth. Over here an ear peaked with invitation in this zany mess... delicious and wayward.. her arrogant hair. Did I say that it shone in the sun? Did I say the colour was the colour of honey? nutmeg? And each strand twined into magnificence. I caught a glance of her knee...mouled perfectly...her naked feet were without argument. My circumspect glance caught in her stark, white blouse an opening. To my gaze, an offering of a sweet and surely appealing rising, only a peek. Then her sombre, piercing and splendid green eyes.
Hey....it. is. not. always. good. I dislike this little statement. But exploring writing avenues is GOOD. I agree. | |
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| Old Souls......only
Posted: 11/27/2008 10:46:42 PM | Oh the truth is
nothing is what it used to be
changes continue to continue
due to extrapolations of time
broken lines
something you may find amusing
or not
like a shot in the dark
a lone flute in the subway
that fly
oh my how things change in such a similar way
like that play of the rook to draw out the queen
like the yellow wash making blue into green
like the say how ya been
since the last time I seen ya
with a not to bad in return
don't it make you yearn
it does me | |
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| Old Souls......only
Posted: 11/29/2008 3:49:42 AM | A Weaving Of Words
The poet drifted off to sleep
and in his hour of slumber
he had a dream...
a spider spinning a web...
flies upon which to focus
and to feed...
In his waking hour the poet
drifted off into the realm
of thoughts and in that period
captured and contained
a significant portion of those...
visions of a spider
spinning yet more webs...
more flies upon which to focus
and to feed...more protracted
connections made between
the structures and the trees
of the world...
empty space upon the page
suddenly filled with words...
images availed, a massing
of metaphors, lines alive
with alliterations...a frenzy
of form and of free verse...
the poet smiling at the flies
invading his periphery
-Mystic | |
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| Old Souls......only
Posted: 11/29/2008 7:48:32 PM | a muse.
I slipped a chasm, a winter spell
enthralled by beauty, or so I tell
in nevermore I laid in rest
a visage prone, wholly undressed
The earth was fragments, in turmoil thought
crept from edges where time seemed caught
I yearned the message, yet fold the need
I bare the cross of darkened deeds
To who I gather?, if not to me
four roads I've traveled but none I see
the waters pool and cover stones
the shadows breathe when I'm alone
I raise my palms to stroke the night
I know they see me, I feel their sight
the breeze is knowing reflecting clear
from slip-streams silver a moonlit tear
And still I stand but at times kneel
what use this life to one concealed?
I know the answers by fire they burn
the precious pain and scars I yearn
For now I place this heart by door
a silhouette laid soft to floor
the music fades to join the flame
while hands drift endless my eyes they claim.
~R~ | |
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| Old Souls......only
Posted: 11/30/2008 2:07:13 AM | Dancing in a dream where and when
Our lives team under the silver spleen
My eyes are waking just to touch yours
Again, as if they could open for a sliver
Of time, and throw off entropy, entity;
Yours and mine - into a jauggernaut
Of eternity eternally caught inbetween
A flame of no-name chasing a shifting
Silhouette without pardon, without
Knowing the gleam of giggling warmth
When the sky knows, when the sands
Swim back to sea! On that open
Bridge ever-collapsing in rapidness,
My touch is yours I course with tides;
My touch you know can never hide
Wherever, whenever you truly abide -
I will brazenly lift a finger, lick, and
Press my flame on that candle out
To make us burn in this dark heart
Forever and ever just one more night. | |
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| Old Souls......only
Posted: 12/1/2008 9:23:06 AM | He came to see me and the merriment was still the spark within the air of our union
Ever questioning and searching for morsels of self that he still desired to nibble
In perfect honesty I must say my physical desire has been replaced by a stronger desire to merely glimpse upon his face,
to communicate in a manner that goes beyond the physical passion of our loins
The boy inside the man is who I desire
The friendship that will not expire
Our searching minds listening and learning
The complexity of past heat molded into a slow and steady warmth that is honed and true
To recapture the silly antics of childlike play
Truly, indeed, twas a grand day
Love does not expire, it is merely confounded by a misaligned desire.
Beth | |
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| Old Souls......only
Posted: 12/1/2008 9:51:32 AM | ~An Old Soul~
A child came to me
With soul of old
Touched my hand
An Angel to behold
Blue of eyes
Tender of soul
Whispered words
I was told...
"I love you
Mommy...I kiss"
Silent tears
My Angel...I miss
For my Daughter in heaven...I miss you baby!
Many years have passed but still feels like yesterday it happened! | |
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| Old Souls......only
Posted: 12/2/2008 6:41:11 AM | The Rose Forevermore
In the garden bed there's a rose that's red
And it bears his lady's name
And it makes him smile as he walks the while
And it's there for him to claim.
He'll be back anon ere that rose is gone
And he'll pluck it from its base
And he'll beam with pride at her eyes so wide
And that look upon her face.
It's the little things that the season brings
That are touching to the core
With a print that's made that could never fade
For its name's forevermore.
-Mystic | |
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| Old Souls......only
Posted: 12/3/2008 6:06:07 AM | Forsaken
Desert winds bled you dry.
Retreating forest eviscerated, forsaken.
Waxing moon ruinous in her defeat,
pulls all remaining moisture to her heart.
Hoarfrost reflects on barren ground,
even the tide can not slake her thirst.
Evenings creeps on silent breezes.
Ice bound the stars offer promise,
whispered prayer for rain always on her lips | |
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