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I long for Grands Flakey
....(dough whore)
If you have ever tasted one......you know.
so light, and so many layers
butter
dipping
rubbing
fork please
tastebuds explode
baking powder is bug free
flour is a different story
oh sorry, started rhyming...
smoke alarm went off and I burnt the bread
 moo
My grandmother used to save the chicken neck for her meal
For real.
13 children
after 7 daughters.......oops...two more
not to mention the boys
Make gravy for me
seasoning is your packet?
entrust the concoction with your shaker
don't be shy
season us | |
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Posted: 6/11/2006 7:31:23 PM | BD, keep letting that soul talk.. You would not believe all I saw in your post..
but, then I do believe
" in the simplest things
are always found
the most profound" | |
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Posted: 6/11/2006 9:13:58 PM | For I am this but Hell's own child
Intuition
.............toothless smile
A blade as set within dark stone
for fire touches wings unknown
A caldron swirls unearthed delights
A witch calls forth unto the night
.........................................."Bring me pleasure, perhaps pain"
As minds are realing, gone insane
For forests call those prey to them
To feast of blood, to know to sin
their leaves transpire to steal the sun
the earth It shakes for just begun
The warlocks enter supresing smile and ask for blood held within vial
their imps sit silently in stride but within hearts emotion hides
the musty smell of decay splits with hint of rose and human lips
the silk of robe it shines in fire that witches stoke that lifts then higher
the caldron boils and gives them forth that power dreamed of within course
the hands they rise and from them bright that arching energy of light
the roof it splits under the force the witches toil with no remorse
Unholy symbol etched in floor as slaves drag in that wretched whore
a stake as polished silver tip a cry then forth that witches lip
and all that stand around this gaze as answers are no longer maze
Then blood is taken poured in vial as all around grin wicked smile
And as they raise and drink that blood a swear is given understood
For all a one from this day hence
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Posted: 6/11/2006 10:02:02 PM | I LIVE, BECAUSE I HAVE
I AM, BECAUSE I WAS
WHAT I AM, I WILL BE
I WAKEN BECAUSE I HAVE SLEPT
MY SOUL WILL STAY WITH ME. | |
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Posted: 6/11/2006 11:42:41 PM | I remember the chicken neck
those long things thst have more bones than meat
My mom always stewed them for some soup
one time though
I spent the night at a cousins
uncle so n so took the chicken leg off my plate
and replaced it with a chicken neck
He looked at me
firmly stateing eat up
I knew my place
not a complaint
as the cousins and all watched me chew on a chicken neck
my memories of past
smelling bread raising all day
hot from the oven
melting butter
to anxious to wait till it was cool
no better taste
fresh baked bread from moms kitchen
I wish not to ponder of my past life
to gaze backward
groaping within depths
of unknown
old soul...............
or just plain used up? | |
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Posted: 6/12/2006 12:36:19 AM | In reply to Goldilocks...(I liked that one by the way)
I live because it is need
I am what I have been becoming
What I am is the dog I feed
In everyone's heart there are two dogs
Dogs which fight and struggle for control
Control of your heart and soul
A good dog, and one bad, one white one black
But which dog wins and which becomes ghost?
The dog which controls you
Is the dog you feed the most
Bite the hand that feeds
Cuts the throat to your own needs
But choose the white dog from a pup
and when you need him, he'll carry you through
For the dog who wins is the dog that is you! | |
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Posted: 6/12/2006 4:56:19 PM | I smiled that day with a hope renewed
It seems those ages ago as now beside the ocean
Waves lapped softly against the beach that day
Echoing your every step with an ease and rhythm
Your eyes cast down lost in thought
A beauty there held in those by green
Your arms sway lightly as you hold those sandels old and worn
Wind moves gently about you holding scent of salt and passing tide
Moonlight is bright and seems to hold you within a lovers grip
The stars shine I think just for you
I watch you from here in memory so clear and true
Your beauty this night is held by none save even silver shower of light
It Radiates through me and touches upon my soul and lifts me from here
Your silken clothes move in mimiking waves around that skin browned by midday's sun
Hair is lost and free unto the touching hand of Our Mother
Those Eyes Green still hold to wetened sand of the beach
I See You from here and watch clouded in heart My Love that I cannot call unto you
From here you cannot listen well those words we spoke that time and laughed
That time you cried and these arms held you as we sank to the earth in sorrow
From here I cannot lift you into my arms as joy gives way to those soft touches
But these Eyes still see you....My Love....My Heart....Remember always..
Even though I know not from when this comes I still look upon that smile, that life...
Even though there is not hand upon mine I still know well the softness of that skin
I still hear your voice.......Your words upon me.....
Wrapping me within them....I am held and safe from all that cast.....
I do not know your name from here....such tears for this...
I watch you walk slowly across that beach now...
I cannot remember were it is.....
You turn and look to me......My God take me from here.....those Eyes....
You smile that smile I have seen countless times from You though remember not when..
Reflected In those Eyes that Love Held.....My God......
You turn and continue walking...The ocean continues lapping...
The moonlight still sends it's shower.....soft wind still blows.....
From here My Love....My Beautiful Heart...My Soul...
I utter a name Unknown unto the Wind.......that it may Find you Wherever you Stand...
And tell you of A Love so True It spands all of Time.....For I am Here.....
.....................................Waiting........My Love.. | |
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Posted: 6/12/2006 6:00:50 PM | Thanks Goldi....
Mama.....Your not used up.........
And Doc...........I'm your huckelberry..........thanks.. | |
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Posted: 6/12/2006 6:55:09 PM | To Truthisee........your poetry is breathtakingly painful.
LOOK DEEPLY
Look deeply into my eyes.....
into the mirror that is my soul
Past the decades and the pain of betrayal
The disallusionments and the disappointments
Past the uncertainties of our world.....
and the equivocal times of our wars.
Past the days of beautiful youth,
and knowing that there was nothing...............
that we did not know.
Look deeply into the shell that is me.....
You will see the slightest cracking of a door.
A door that is beginning to open again
ever so slightly
To allow new breezes
and new sunrises and sunsets;
New springtimes and coming summer days.
Opening to allow new hope and sharing
and
yes..........Trust
Look deeply, and know that again.....
I will love.
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copyright 2006 - Cymbal | |
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Posted: 6/12/2006 7:29:38 PM | ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^Very Good Goldi.........Thank You
..............................Welcome.................................. | |
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Posted: 6/12/2006 9:09:55 PM | ' '
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oh, I wanted this answer too LOL
at which point does sanity equal reality?
give us all the definition
edit: UH OH: remind me not to have a few drinks with friends and come to this site after that lol lol lol lol
WHO REALLY CARES anyway..
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Posted: 6/13/2006 6:07:36 AM | To journey within one must be prepared
For finding secrets many seem so scared
A romance between self and Mother clear
But only when yourself no longer fear | |
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Posted: 6/13/2006 6:15:12 AM | Good one Brawn.....Didn't notice...lol....Val said it best....remind me not to come to your place for dinner.... lol | |
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Posted: 6/13/2006 6:58:49 PM | Message: ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^Very Good Goldi.........Thank You
..............................Welcome..................................
THANK YOU! Nice to belong. | |
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Posted: 6/13/2006 7:24:17 PM | Semi-automatic machine gun
Click-Click
Breath in short gasps
Running amide ferns awash in red
Click-Click
Morter fire
Jeff just lost a leg
F***
Earth spitting loose rocks
Blood trickles slow
Didn't duck
Heart's racing out of control
BooM-BooM-BooM
Mary's sitting at home folding laudry
Milk-Man just came by...
Can't dig myself in...
Tree's tossing bark
Bullet's rage by
Sound like butterfly's
Caught with my son last year...
Click-Click
Voices screaming
Go-Go-Go..
AK-47 Belches Death
Another one Dead
See ya tonight
Pale faced and staring in nightmare
Trip-wire gives
Boom-Boom-Boom
Henry's dead
Two halves
Better than one
Click-Click
Fall again
On that green grass
Just cut smell
Caught a branch
Through the hand
S***
Click-Click
This one's mine
Killed Jeff
son of a ****
knifes out
Run screaming
I'll have mashed potatoes dear
Mary just laughs and winks
Click-click
Smoke so thick
sulfer I think
Where am I?
not on the lawn..
rolling with Mary..
Click-click
Smell only blood..
Falling..
Dirts so warm...
Mary's talking with her friend
Milk mans cute
Breathing hard know..
Spittin blood..
Click-Click
Behind me..mother-f*****'s got me..
Pass the salt dear...................... | |
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Posted: 6/13/2006 8:01:23 PM | The poets stay up all night
Affected by the moon
Silver slipstreams leading outward
Ever outward
Till lost.
And there,
Right there,
is where the poetry lives.
Nestled in the random thoughts
Discarded at one time or another.
Brought together by disjointed connections
Peacing it together till it fits.
Till there is peace.
And that is the way home. | |
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Posted: 6/13/2006 8:15:54 PM | Till there is peace
And that is the way home
Nice one Neseemoo. Some really nice lines there. | |
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Posted: 6/13/2006 8:17:43 PM | Tim and I a hunting went. We spied three maidens in a tent. Whilst they were three and we were two................oops wrong thread. :P uhhhh huuummmmmmmmmmmm.
Wallowing in the mire, looking for my hearts desire. Finding beauty abounds still.
Poetry is a life dance of words, seductive, sweet like honey for the senses. Food for plenty if you will. Painful still the words I find to describe the hollows that fill my mind. Ahhh the mindfulness of how I feel to those around this spinning wheel. "Orb as it may." Oh greenery of thy fields and majestic her mountains pass. Flowing rivers, dew drops of dawn, creatures stir in night. Way leigh. Encompass if you will a world of doubt, a voice so shrill it scatters all thought of flight this night turned day. "Mother can you hear me." Silhouette the thought of you entwined in our own demise. Is it true? Clearly beckon me closer I might wait a moment more. Trepidation at minds door as scholars search for little more than scratch the surface of old for knew of you. Making sense, making haste, the mind a beautiful mass to waste of waste not the days of now and then.... still. I feel. The heart it soars and sores in pain the opposite I say again. Be still. I am here. Waiting........ for............. you? | |
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Posted: 6/13/2006 8:30:05 PM | this ones for you Mary
She is the spaces between the stars
She is darkness that holds space for light
She is blackness which receives all colour
She is silky and milky and dark
She appears where they do not want her to
And in her presence
Awareness
Awakens
Another
They cannot paint her face
The candlelight will blacken it still.
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Posted: 6/13/2006 9:11:27 PM | | I am definitely touched and it's a great poem. I might even have a pretty good idea what it's about too. | |
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Posted: 6/13/2006 9:53:17 PM | i feel an old soul every now and then...
he comes to me in my dreams, dressed in feathers and fire
i think he's a chief
or maybe an ancient....................
he talks of native hearth
and of the blessed Mother Earth
as i burrow into his birth...
words of blood pass through his lips
of ancestors and noble breeds
of beginnings and new endings
equinox............
he utters of truths
of realities that flog my senses
leaving only a desire
for his feathers and fire.................. | |
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Posted: 6/14/2006 4:55:45 PM | Never having seen him before,
I remembered him.
Never having touched him before,
I recalled his kiss.
Never having heard his voice,
Still I could hear its sweet echoes down the halls of histories that came before mine. | |
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Posted: 6/14/2006 5:22:12 PM | Yup, A dizzy aray swirling cartwheels to a fence
Barbwire it was
It stuck thar real good like
Cut my gums tryin to free it
Some of them thar folk all tulseled up
Hair standin,
those who have any that is
Don't know why tho
Might be thays is jus like that
Always pien in the wind
I gots to laugh tho
hillbilly jim ovr thar jus cut the basterds up
puts em in his chili
but why I's got ta laugh is cus they jus can't know it
hard fer some I's think
Always racin 'round tryin to fit in
s***, yous gota wonder what the hells wrong wit folks like that
not that i really care tho
I's is me, don't give much of a s*** for em anywho
'ol jim el fix em...
put em in his chili
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Posted: 6/14/2006 5:37:15 PM | Very touching lucent..........Thank you
Seems I'm not the only one............... | |
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