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What if we could
Put our lives on
Hold and meet some
Where inside of the world
I would meet you
Would you meet me
On a park bench
On a skyscrape
On a mountain
Oh yeah, whatever it takes
I would meet you
Would you meet me?
So go on
Go on be your own
Go on be your own star
We walked out into a deep ocean
Awaiting the tide to take us away
I’m here, are you?
I’ll sing my song without reservation
I need to show my beauty
A man you say, what beauty is he?
I am goodness in your light
I am sunshine on your morning drive
I am the fire that warms cold feet
Let me hold you in my arms
You will not regret, I will accompany you
You need not fear
I know how hard it is for you to give
Having all you’ve known torn away
Please understand all I ask is this unto me…
…your friendship in my days
to leave your pain, and visit my wonders
even for a moment, give unto me
to visit me as a friend, to offer me your care
your care is comforting, to know it is to know joy
Night Time Prayer:
Unto us comes a hand of comfort
Displayed in his wonder, firmly holding us
Please be with ones I care for tonight, for I cannot offer them peace. I long to comfort them Lord, but you need to give them a blanket rest with, a warmth, a treasure across this land… please Lord hold them tight give them strength…
Posted: 11/22/2006 1:47:27 PM
I sit here comtemplating
On what to give thanks to
what exactly do i thank the
one i hold so unreal for?
I give thanks for them....
Yeah....thanks is given
No....i give myself thanks for that
What do I thank?
I give thanks for those above...
day after day
night after night
never to betray the thanks
in just that
but what else?
What else in life
am I to be thankful for
For killing my soul?
The day he ripped my daughter from my arms?
For destroying my spirit?
After all has happened and left us in disarray?
For the pain?
The insecurity as I look in the mirror?
The concern, That consumes me
When my children scream in their sleep?
What the Fvck can I be thankful for?
Holidays are mere to us
not much importance
not much happiness
Just another day that passes
another night of restless sleep
I guess i could say i am thankful
Some ask also.....
I am thankful for standing
for the nightmares
YES I am thankful for those too
They are what makes me see
in the what once was
I am thankful for ......
Not just any love....no....
The love my children throw
when they wish me good morning
when they kiss me good night
when they jump in the puddles when it storms
When we sing loudly in the car
As our favorite song plays
The love that is needed to heal
That is what i am thankful for
Not the love I have yet to receive
No one knows as to that
I will never, myself, know of that
Till the sorrow vanishes and the
blank canvas is left unwritten
so as to let another enter and write
I am thankful for family
my fantastic four
their need of me..as a mother....
To be alive
To have overcome
against demonic spawn
To have healed
when the thought was pain in itself
To still be able .......to......be a mother.........for that .....I am thankful.............
Posted: 11/22/2006 3:24:11 PM
seeing thru eyes
full of solace
full of spite
full of rage
tempted by vengence
towards demons door
Holding on to............
God do they burn
thru you....thru me
What it is?
How it feels?
Is it real?
Is it truely..masked hate...?
Is it truely.....happiness?
How does one know?
thru speeches of those that think they do?
Thru old myths of cinderella stories?
Thru Wise ones words of Romeo and Juliet?
Thru dreams of what one holds love to be?
Is it what it is?
Fluttering butterflies within?
Love plus hate plus happiness plus torment?
What does that truely equal?
In a soul like mine?
In a mind pushing so hard to be?
Holding true to spirit......a heart
left tainted .... yet healing
Left scarred like....
the burnt sulfur of a match
never knowing as to any more than one way...
yet knowing all to well....
emotional roller coasters of disbelief...........
........never knowing as to any of love...happiness...
to the thought of it...
to the dreams of having just that
To having a mere inkling of the feeling of it
Happiness....love....from my children.....
undying........love of my children.....
The love of ......
when he leaves for a minute......
When the good bye seems years apart.....
when he kisses you good night......as you wish for him to stay....
When he makes you laugh....
when he wipes the tears.....as he says itll be ok.....
when earth revolves around you...and you feel it......
The thought of it.......
Never knowing what it truely is...
but believing it has been achieved....
Thru eyes that look intoyour soul.....
Thru a simple kiss that makes goosepimples rash your skin....
Thru a brush of skin on skin....with the fainting feeling afterward....
Thru the truth from the lies.....
The way arms wrapped around you ......
bring out the butterflies cascading in unison inside your belly......
Just the longing for one another....
just the simple...underlying plague.....
that absorbs a mind.....
that has yet to have...........
Posted: 11/24/2006 5:18:57 AM
|- BUBBLEZ THREAD FLOW - |
Sometime gems are posted
While you are away
Then the list it grows
To another page
So my sexy darling
Since the gem's unseen
Dont for get to look back
At old page fourteen!
- Erik -
Posted: 11/24/2006 6:40:26 AM
doesn't it suck when her thread goes nuts while she's gone... i know one thing... this gal reads everything...
She won't miss a letter.
green with envy yet again!
edit to post: page 14 is a doozy!!!!!!!!
Posted: 11/24/2006 7:05:36 AM
|my dearest Erik the Viking ...... i didnt miss you and poets little game laid out so sublimly onto my thread......got a giggle outta me you did.....i am always reading pages from prior my dear..in fact this morning i read form the begining till i ended with you and Tenz,..... sorry i hav ebeen away....just dealing with some shit....holidays are not a friend of mine...and this being my first one alone...kinda kills....self pity sh*t here i come.....Much love to you my dear...always...dont you fvcking forget that u lil sh*t.....bubblez|
dashing thru the snow...
ust waiting for the season
to hurry and fvcking go...
Just throwing my mind some
not trying to hurt anyone....
Just how I feel
how i deal
in what the world has on me
in what these blue eyes cannot perceive
childrens laughter..opening their presents
that i joy ...from hells x-mas spent
its the only reason i still do..
have x-mas ....for them....its true
gifts under the tree
not a need
not a necessity
neve rhad it before me
bought for them.....smiles received
thats all that is truely happy
their own glee
making their happiness shine free
is all i anticipate to do and be
masses of toys
girls and boys
sorrows and joys
opening to see her little socks
on the day she missed
i send her a kiss
from us on x-mas
not much reason
for me just treason
sorry to those
who hat ethis prose
not snubbing my nose
jsut saying how i feel in flows
from my mind
not a holiday mime
just not my kind
of thing anylonger
maybe next year.....my heart wil be stronger
but this year
too many tears
too many fears
Keiths face so clear
hate and rage still here
i am fighting..my dear
to get past yesteryear...
i will be me.....
just gotta get past this lonely x-mas of defeat..........
Posted: 11/24/2006 7:18:33 AM
|1) This is what I would like for you:|
no more poems about your torment.
They’re getting to seem like the same poem
over and over again.
2) That you imagine yourself a lover
who is first and foremost a friend.
You will know he wants you,
wants to make love with you.
In fact, the thought of it
almost torments him
as it does you - in your case
because of the fear.
But he is resolved to wait.
He loves to talk with you
about anything and everything.
You can call him at any hour
of the day or night and know
that he is there for you,
that he will come over
if you ask him to
and hold you - for hours on end
if necessary without trying
for anything more. In fact, anything more
would be less, until you are ready,
well and truly ready - or as ready
as you can be - anything more
would be less than the trustworthy love
you long for. And I cannot guarantee you
that it will come, but what I can
guarantee is that it will be the wrong love
until you are whole again, and you give out
the message: I can be loved,
but I cannot and will not be abused...
Posted: 11/24/2006 8:18:20 AM
you are wise
we listen we want
but it lives
on paper, with pen
to cast it out
to live a little easier
for the beauty to have room
clear out the cellar, raise the roof!
my dear friends shout
leave it here
for it is poison
left here with open ears
and forgiving hearts
so it doesn't come x-mas
left with a new start
open to their love
peace for you this time
within their voices
take pride, in your role
understand it's sgnificance
out of this
you will know
starting over hurts
we are all in the same boat
one that floats
and is free
take comfort in the shore
it guides us
gives us rest for words
in our minds, to heal
I can be loved
no abuse, ever
be rid of that life
be open to be you
the one we
Posted: 11/24/2006 8:40:57 AM
|But can you be the lover|
I imagined for her, not to hover
or again and again to press
for an immediate“Yes”?
Can you love without need and hence
know how and when NOT to be intense?
Posted: 11/24/2006 10:17:52 AM
|(written in all lower case for a reason, if you get the reason you know my heart)|
my gentle soul
a man for sure
with a yeilding
no reason for "Yes"
more of a season
to understand the reason
to change, grow, and learn
to look for your advice
to care of your words to me
my light is shining
but i'm soft and hard
that you know of love
that i respect your words
that you have taught me much
i only seek to offer my heart
my soul does need companionship
but my days are busy
full of work to do
with children and charms
with a life all my own
in times of trouble i know
that you supported me
molded me, making me able to
be me, intenze...intense...just me, just a little different... for me today i learn
Posted: 11/24/2006 11:08:40 AM
|~~Baby Blues.....hint of greys~~~|
Entering a room people stare
at the wonderous beauty....cast but there
dreams of midnight romances
Yet none is to come
friends heed word....left undone
to end the dreams
to find the friend
to need to mend
no need to condemn
She graces the floor
while men seemingly adore
the face, the hair, the eyes so blue
clouded in grey .. a hint or two...
She sees him there standing tall....
Waiting for her .... she shall not fall
A freind in time....
With words to rhyme
For freindship to shine
Love immense....thru truths divine
He grabs her there
Running his fingers thru her hair
pulls her close....to stare
at the beauty in the blue grey eyes
Seeing her soul...in all the demise
Loving her heart ... her spirit that cries
Knowing of the pain
Yet holding the burning flame
of one he adores
a friend for so long
hearing her soul thru her song
So much for her at stake
to give in and open the gate
to undo the pasts tormented fate
to begin again ....clean slate...
she asks herself how.....
She asks her heart to vow
to never be abused
to never be the accused
in a life filled without a muse
She begs her soul to open a little
to give to him more than hands so brittle
to know that love she has to share
to release the past and begin just there
To finally know how one loves and cares
yet for every question she asks
she falls two steps back from the task
of setting her heart free
to become lost in loves infinity
How can she?
Is alone what she shall be?
Never to be free?
From hellish tides of the blackened sea?
He holds her tight
with all his might
Tells her its ok to fear
for he fears thru his tears
of once was his own yesteryear
for he has come to love a friend
someone with whom both can mend
together....to rise above the descend
His kisses her passionately
she loses all sense of reality.....
For two hearts intertwined in friendship to be
can cast the hate of the past away.....
Can long for more than come what may
The hearts collide in an explosive way
No words to speak ..no need to say
For love is open to two interlocked in an embrace
Their love will forever show thru their very face
Thru eyes so blue....with the hint of grey
A love so new.......will lead the way.........
Posted: 11/24/2006 11:26:23 AM
that was gorgeous. showing such grace and tenderness in a sexy, but sweet way. i have no caps today it seems. my heart is just chillin. the way you paint pictures with your words is beautiful.
basking in sweet colors
lucky to be able to see
unique, transfixed, mesmerized
eyes tell your story
gray is just the hint
azul is most
yet, in person I bet they sparkle!
Posted: 11/24/2006 12:16:48 PM
why do you cry?
Wash away those tear stained eyes
For you hold beauty....
from the untainted oceans bluest tides
I feel your fears...
Dont drown yourself on yesteryears.....
For you hold grace....
Your beauty flows from your face...
open your heart...
Renew your faith..
Dont let the past tear you apart
Fears encasing the bluest of eyes
no need for tears of a once demise
Set yourself free ..... Begin to fly
thru my veins and into my heart
Find my soul ..once torn apart....
find me again...
beautiful angel within....
Turn my frown into a simple grin
wash away the hateinflicted sin
I need you ...beautiful angel...now more than ever
to free me to love again....to love forever
To help me to heal...to help me to see
the way my life was meant to be...
Find me again...beautiufl angel within...me
I know youre there...i feel you internally...
Give me the strength i so desperately need
To walk down the road without the hatefilled greed
to wake up with eyes so blue
to find what love is ..... what i never knew
my spirit inside
my internal pride
the piece of me I seem to hide....
help me be free.....
You are the beauty with in me.......
dry your eyes
lets begin to fly thru the bluest of skies.........
Posted: 11/24/2006 3:49:24 PM
in a simple town
amongst simple frowns
in the holiday spirit....
in this simple town
people so joyful
in their christmas carols
running around as scrooge
little boys and girls...in old dress
smell of kettle corn fills the air
honey roasted peanuts....hot chocolate
in this simple town
santa on his sleigh....
comes in so merry
to the gian tree
in the middle of
this simple town
My eyes start to water
the tears begin to show
hating this season
yet seeing my children
gazing at the man
jollly and round
in his stupid red suit
saying hohoho...as he gives
my babies a slight hug...
looks at me in my tears...
as he says.....
"Your too pretty to cry, my dear....
It will be better...."
as if he sees thru my eyes into my soul
into the pain
only i cannot feel jsut that
all i see is my chidlren.....
one on each hand
one in front.....
giggling at santa
in his stupid red suit....
cassidy holding her nose
from the horses release
as a dog decided to eat
daniel saying ..
"Mom, when are they gonna light that tree?"
all here.....right here....
in this simple town....
never knowing as to how it would feel
to see before me what i did....
thinking all along...
this is so lame....its just a holiday..
yet.....oh my god......
the immense tree....
standing so plain
hardly being able to see
the bows wrapped so delicately around it
then the countdown....
ten, nine...........three, two and one....
sparkiling like diamonds...
by any ive ever seen....
the tears flowed
down my reddened cheeks....
the feeling overwhelming....
the beauty in a simple tree...
how it captivates me...
the Dickens christmas .....
every weekend till the day.....
in this simple town......
I now know.....
the meaning of ........
beauty....in a simple tree
a glistening of hope
shining down on my tearstained face....
the words of the one in....
that stupid red suit....
the laughter of my children....
at the people and their old dress
the crowds of families....
moms, dads, children....
young and old....
the feeling of knowing...
that love does exist.....
who would have thought...
a glistening tree.....
cascading in perfect harmony
across the crowd....
across my face.....
I think I may just smile this year.....
With these simple people
And their simple laughs
with the simple gigantic tree
in the middle of this.......
I now call.....home...........
Posted: 11/24/2006 3:54:50 PM
|Wow! This is your best EVER! And one in which I see more concern for the making of a poem rather than just pouring out your heart!|
Posted: 11/24/2006 4:08:55 PM
|To pour out my heart into a poem is to go without edit..to release what once was....this one was written with what my eyes perceived...in front of me.....God ....Alyosha....this simple town ...has so much more to it..now that i have walked out the door...i wish you couldve seen the way they were..i this simple town..the way the will be every weekend till christmas...it is beautiful....it took my breath away...santa and his words....as if he knew me.....it was unreal...anticipating the end of it.....only to not want it to stop.....what a feeling i have yet to feel till tonight...thank you Alyosha...for ur words....for opening my eyes to see the world for what it is NOW....not what it once was...i will never say i wont have another dark poem...they come and go now a days..but its a start right?.....love always....bubblez|
Posted: 11/24/2006 4:24:27 PM
|- WRITE ON GIRL -|
Bubblez Bubblez just be you
Write the things that you want to
Of course if you feel more daring
Write of sex and "Thanks for sharing!"
If you do it you will see
All those grumbles will be free
And I promise that topic
Will never make readers sick
But I say just be yourself
Don't just write what's on the shelf
Whatever is in your heart
Is the way to share your art!
- Erik -
Posted: 11/24/2006 4:53:24 PM
Alyoda and OM-iwan have taught you well young Skywalker
and I've just come to say
there is nothing I can teach you, dear
unless you want to pay?
but alyoda there he's 'the man'
I'm sure he knows the farce
cause every day he meditates
conversing with his ars
Posted: 11/24/2006 5:24:33 PM
|On a search...|
to find the one
the one with whom
consumes the sun
the one with eyes
that catch my soul
the one with truth
No hellish toll
I wil find him...one day
I will continue to look my way
look behind you..i am here
i wish for one to simply hear
there has been such chaos..so much fear
yet now open my blue eyes without a tear
to try again....to find the one...
that warms my lips...like the rising sun
that sees thru me
and into infinity
the one that Completes my blackened sea
that chases away the past uneasy
and opens the door to a world set free
I will find him....wait and see
The one that is myself.....the one that completes....me.......
Posted: 11/24/2006 5:45:03 PM
to press rewind
ina search for truth
of a certain kind
in love and passion
the things unknown
to one of hate ...
so vastly shown
yet fighting to be just not alone
to have a love to call my own
to give to one as so many
to find the truth among the plenty
To have a touch that washes away
the pain inflicted and
meant to stay
to have the eyes become my own
in the embrace so passionately shown
to give my heart
a vast new start
not to be ...
dead on the floor
noone to adore
the sun cascading the shore
Love me...hate me...
Do you truely see me?
Can you find with me...
the other half of me?
We shall see.....
What may be....
standing on the ship...
waving of a hand
waiting for you
to notice the blue
gleam of my eye
as I wave to you HI
yet you dont see.....
just a frenchman with a finger
You dwell on him and linger....
Ask him to move......to see a dream
the one who awaits.....with eyes that gleam
come to me.....hold me true
love me and know......
may just be.....
Posted: 11/24/2006 6:52:57 PM
|mythical days, and sleepless nights|
alone for the spinning of time
juxtapose within each shore
a far reaching dream
to find the other half of a soul you say...
my art renders me vulnerable and naked
showing feelings with every tap of my keys
unafraid of sorrow, unafraid to wish
challenging time to break me down
i surface, with destiny within my reach
only to lie motionless on still waters
lying on my back floating, drifting...
formidable foes stand and guard
from within the doorway to my heart
not allowing anyone to break through
my intensity, my dying art to speak free
to never hold back, squaring off with adversaries
days and nights pass as i wait and realize...
that i am nothing more than a man
with desires, with goals, with dreams
to find the other half i thought not possible
my heart skips to think of this possibility
to give unto me.... to have someone who was true
screams my favorite new word.... forsooth!
Posted: 11/24/2006 10:40:48 PM
|- A "DEEPER" LOOK -|
I wanted to see the "real" you
So while you lay asleep
I lifted up the blankets
And then I took a peek
I liked how genuine you were
Your legs seemed quit sincere
Your back it spoke of honesty
Integrity your rear
I looked a little deeper
Your shoulders spoke of strength
Your breasts both said the same thing
Your belly was the length
I went a little farther
Before I learned you more
Your character outstanding
I wanted to explore
So if you woke up smiling
From naughty dreams you get
You might have had a little help
In making those sheets wet!
- Erik - hehehehehe,...
Posted: 11/25/2006 6:16:44 AM
|Tenz...Beautiful..beautiful...beautiful writes...always...you know that by now though....ill say it again in case you forgot...Beautiful.....Thank you....|
Erik....My goodness baby...i was wondering why my sheets were a little damp..lol....you are so silly..but i like the smile it brings when i wake up and read of your little adventures.....thanks my dear...once again....
~~Rambling and rambling and rambling and rambling......~~
To hold true to beauty unclassified
is to see into a soul set free..
whether from diversity.,....
and all the bullsh*t in between ....
To give a simple kiss
is to capture a soul
unto your very own lips....
a kiss ..
especially the first of all kisses
is one that tells you
if your heart can sink like
a battered ship into the sea
and indulge in the beauty
captivating the soul of that one that leaves you
with just that....
To open a heart to another..
now a days...
is to find one day
how it feels to have it
ripped out and stomped on
with out a blink in reverse
to see if you are still standing...
i have received that
one time too many.....
hard as it is to open
the locked gate filled with love yet given..
i feel it is time to do just that...
to explore and find out what it is
truely felt like to be loved...
to have someone hold you
in their arms and make all the past
that of all the scarrs left
unto you this one,
with the arms wrapped so delicately like
a bow on a gift,
is the reason it all happened...
jsut so that one can move on
and begin again..
in a sense....
begin a new life...
without the past
stained in blood to lead the way...
without the things that
poke in a mind left insane
thru anothers harsh fists flung
or demonic words thrown.....
To know life..
in general is what it is
if one just open their eyes
to see it for just that....
happiness is a word that
rolls so delicately off ones tongue...
a word hard to use yet ready to find
what the meaning is ....
a true to meaning word that is
though in so many voices
it rings as a many of things....
its meaning will never be known
but to who holds it in their heart
who captures the essence of the whole word....
not just the l
or the o
or the lov..
but the whole....
what it is...
how does it feel?
unknown to so many yet
yearning to know just that in this heart
left blackened like
the burnt sulfur of a match.....
now that you have hurt the poor frenchman
and left him bowing to his knees
for a simple glimpse
into my blue grey eyes....
what is it you do?
do you simply wave and
turn away with a smile or
do you say to me
"wishing you could be on my island
but in the end...you are not...im sorry"....
or do you continue to look for me....
as i walk away and
wish in my mind you would find me.....
you would search to find
the one that captured your heart
thru words on this pixelated screen...
for the one that captivates you
with her blue grey eyes.....
would you find me..
to see if that battered sinking ship
would be set sail
with that simple kiss i lay upon your lips......
what would you do? ..........
Posted: 11/25/2006 6:29:57 AM
To give a simple kiss
is to capture a soul
a kiss ..
especially the first of all kisses
is one that tells you
if your heart can sink like
a battered ship into the sea
Posted: 11/25/2006 6:57:53 AM
|~~A Wandering Thought~~|
A wandering thought
a past yet fought
future left sought
To rhyme in reason
to hold tormented treason
Yet left wondering of what to rhyme
Will it be a heart in horrific time
Or a love that has yet to shine
A beautiful vision of the sea
A captivaiting moment left only for me
What, oh what, will it be....
A wandering thought? Maybe...
How about a fairy in flight?
or maybe just maybe a kisses delight
or maybe even a demonic fright
how about an immaculate sunrise?
Or the tears streaming down the bluest of eyes
or maybe even how the "HIlls Have Eyes"
How about the "13Th floor"?
Or The love of One whom I truely adore...
Or maybe even the sandy sea shore....
How about the intense longing within?
OR the bloody knives of "Freddy Krueger's" sin
Or maybe Ill just write of the stench of perspiration.....
Bet with that I would get a grin....lol
Well a wandering thought indeed....
Write what you see..what inside you need
A wandering thought...a wandering key
Just write and write....what sets you free............
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