| | Bubblez, Bubblez....stolen and lost....Page 32 of 39 (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39) | First to all the ladies that have the courage to post and stand brave you are truly gems! I could only imagine a loss so great my heart goes out to each and everyone of you.
The night torments me as I sit awake
Pondering time and life’s great mistake
She was born seventeen years far to stay
Her mother’s decisions forced me away
I should have fought harder with all that I had
But I was not destined to be her dad
Anger and torment I can’t repeal
A mother vindictive, her heart to steal
Stolen away with little regret
Leaving my heart with nothing but debt
A debt so great that I can never repay
For all the lost time unto someday
So now I only hope someday she will see
Her heart was taken, stolen away from me
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| Sunset on a Perilous Abyss......
Posted: 2/26/2007 5:17:57 PM | ~~Sunset on a Perilous Abyss......~~
Sun sets upon the water....
sights unseen by thine eyes......
waves crash as the formations strengthen into solid ice forms.....
lillypads of ice swaying in the blue.....
ice held by hands...
so clear as a diamond forming in mother natures intricate design .....
sitting watching ....
seeing in eyes so blue grey the beauty caught in the waves of colors...
purple to orange to vibrant red...
tears form in eyes of wonderous gaze....
upon the islands haunting beauty....
the squirrel known so well taking play with the baby bird that lost its way.....
nature taking course in the death of the bird...
the death of the leaves...
the death of winters break....
yet the beauty is captured still...
never to leave without grace......
nightfalls as senses leave but one...
the listening of the view without the sight...
the crashing of the ricochet effect of winds upon water....
the bouncing of the lillypads against the ice formed cliffs...
the cracking of the ice with every step taken...
the ice sitting upon the rock....
the blackest rock...
yet a rock that ...
once seen thru my eyes for the first time...
meant so much...
the darkness of my soul catured in it..
yet the alabaster snow sets light to its demonic blackness.....
setting my soul free.....
the nights sky visible without imperfection.....
the right shoulder of Orions Belt.....
seen perfectly...
seeing Savannahs star two stars from his shoulder......
as if set there to have him hold her for me till we meet again.....
never to find in years past till now...
now seeing her there...
with the ring of light i constantly pray for to lead the way...
appearing before mine eyes...
to show me the place she lay...
watching over us...
with love unpersonified...
crying tears and falling into a time once past...
to let ONE see into my nightmare once held...
never to give the urge to do so ...
till she showed me the way...
the way to find peace in a place so real....
to find her...
my destiny to appear there and find her..
i know that now...
i found her and cried...
i let her go....
for i found her there in the sky..
so clear...
so real...
upon the sunset on a perilous abyss....
~~Lisa Anne | |
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| Bubblez...Bubblez...without tears...
Posted: 2/27/2007 5:20:59 PM | ~~Tear stained sky~~
Blackest night...
darkest sky...
only seeing light...thru star specks....
cascading upon the blackened canvas..
visions of you..
siloutte of moonlit dances..
swaying intricately....
...in constant unison upon our skin...
Loving glances thrown to eyes...
watching you...
.......watching me...
whispers ...
...sweet silent melodies spoken...
from your lips......
...given only to me....
laying upon the ground..
...staring at the stars.....
together..
...closer still...
yet far away....
...as the simplicit sillouette fades....
as you vanish .....
....with no simple good bye....
leaving hope blackened.....
....like the burnt sulfur of a match.....
You disappear....
....as i look towards the heavens....
and wonder to myself why....
....I can only feel the pain ...
Of the tear stained sky......
~~Lisa Anne | |
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| Bubblez...Bubblez...autumn is right...fresh décor
Posted: 2/27/2007 7:34:51 PM | Out of the shadows conveying her face
Radiating beautifully encompassing space
Concealing her eyes behind her hair
Looking downward…a gentle stare
Her lips pursed…gently flushed
Hiding a heart…broken and crushed
Wandering this life, carrying great weight
Of sadness, of sorrow…of immense hate
Hoping to learn how to let go and release
To find love again…to find inner peace
Inner peace from letting go of the pain
And painting beauty over the blackened stain
Once you’ve painted and learned to let go
You’ll find the love your heart longs to know
Then you can begin to live life once more
Upon the beauty of this fresh décor
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| Bubblez...Bubblez...without VPL...
Posted: 2/28/2007 6:41:02 PM | - VPL ( Who else but me would write a poem about this? Hahahaha )
Tonight I came in to the TV
The channel was this one called "E"
They talked about the worst mistakes
In fashion that a woman makes
Now I was in the yard it's true
The ten worst list was almost through
I only caught the nine and ten
The worst fashion tip came up then
They said it's Visible Panty Lines
Exposed to see on your behind
I have no idea is this true?
Ladies tell us if you knew
I would think of far worse things
Than the lines you panties bring
But Glamour magazine said this
So no panty lines! They insist.
- Erik -    | |
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Thorb
| | Joined: 7/15/2005
Msg: 782 | |
| Bubblez...Bubblez...without VPL...
Posted: 3/1/2007 12:04:24 PM | tiss a fine line between love and hate
I'v heard it said as of late
if you really really care
then you must take that dare
to avoid VPL when on TV
wear a coat down to your knee
or if you have shaved your hair
just don't use no underwear.
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| Bubblez...Bubblez...Floating Free
Posted: 3/2/2007 1:58:38 PM | ~~Erik...you have a way of popping in here and there and leaving me laughing my azz off..thanks baby...always love it when you drop by...
~~Thorb...Thanks for dropping in hun......always welcome with your style .....hope to see you soon....
~~Autumn......thanks for the comment sweets.....come back again....pond seems quiet lately......
~~Triple.....Thanks for your always inspiring thoughts......I really enjoy your company here in my home...come back soon....
~~Internal desire~~
Purities hope flustering thru.....
putting out the burning hatred within....
Giving a cluster of loves seed...
opening a doorway to who I am....
showing light into a darkening realm...
now becoming more than what once was...
letting go and letting in...
seeing with eyes open....
believing that life may change..
thru waves of the sea..
thru tattered bursts of memories wake...
knowing the love shared once here....
was immense....
showing me a doorstep to who i should be..
It is what he did....
listening to the amber waves of voices singing out of tune....
talking til the sun rises ...
about battered houses on the beach...
though making it our own in our own minds...
friendship lost in perilous trips of insanities clutch.....
throwing stones to save his heart...
now seeing his love pour thru into another...
beautiful...
I hoped for jsut that...
yet still hoping that though I am also with another....
He knows all too well ...
How HE saved me from myself..
My once internal Desire....
Now becoming who I had once spoken of...
More than he knows of himself...
Deserving more ...
He has begun....
He has Love...
Beautiful....
I too....
Have that...
Beautiful....
Internal Desire...
~~Lisa Anne | |
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| Bubblez...Bubblez...Floating Free
Posted: 3/2/2007 3:48:13 PM | ~~Intimate simplicities...~~
The smell lingering into my mind...
the touch of a weakened wind upon my skin...
yet flesh remains...
touching...
gliding...
indulging....
in every crevace of my bare naked skin...
from the warmth of my cheeks...
down my lips...
you brush my neck ..onto my nape..
ravishing my breasts with your fingertips...
your palms wrapping them in a intricate design..
only known to you and I....
as you move downward...
across my stomach...
leaving your nail marks around to my back.....
your hands pulsate upon my backside...
gripping harder and harder....
thrusting me forward ....
yanking me up......
It is then that....
Your lips meet mine....
As we indulge in more than the sex....
more than the thought of just that...
for we begin to moan louder in our....
Simple...
Intimate Simplicities................
~~Lisa Anne | |
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| Bubblez...Bubblez...Floating Free
Posted: 3/2/2007 9:08:30 PM | Lisa Anne, my dear muse,... I am always delighted to make you smile or laugh! Hugs and good humor sweety! Oh and I am not sure who grabbed your buns during the hug,... er,... must have been a drive by groping! Hahaha yes,... that's the ticket! Have a good one!
- Erik - | |
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| Bubblez Bubblez…thanks for the comfort of your home...
Posted: 3/2/2007 9:18:11 PM | I can only imagine the grace of her skin
The touch of her hand to stir me within
The smiling eyes of her essence being
Her hearts whispers that carry new meaning
Through my veins pumping deep in my soul
With beauty and love, the sensations of whole
Never again to feel lonely and misplaced
Running and running never ending the chase
These are thoughts of imagination and dreams
Of a beauty unknown, far out of reach as it seems
Where wondering if I will end this journey life long
And fall into love of the arms I belong
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| Bubblez Bubblez…thanks for the comfort of your home...
Posted: 3/7/2007 2:56:09 PM | ~~I simply walk...~~
I walk upon feet...
...Callous and bare...
upon rocks near the water.....
...the blackened solemness....
feeling heartfelt touches ....
....from the winds soft brush..
healing from taintedness...
....yet holding onto what?
knowing love from another...
...thru simplicit writes of intellect..
seaming thru my veins...
...as i continue to walk....
seeing into eyes thrown only to me....
.....yet knowing the love is not there...
.............no truth...
so I continue to walk...
....desilate and alone...
yet becoming a friend of mine now.....
......The lonliness...
Lives tattered and torn ...
...from the harsh brashness of the sea....
thruout the years...
.....countless anguish subsides...
into past demonic torment..
.....yet only now seeing it left that way.....
...............In the past....
moving forward....
.....moving on...
watching their smiles...
...as i continue to walk...
remembering the reminising...
......of a captive voice...
the love poured thru his voice alone....
......yet never to see ....
............his eyes....
never to feel...
....his flesh...
....pressed against my own....
.........his lips...
cascading from my lips to the ......
yet I continue to walk.....
......with callous feet....
from pasts decree...
....only to see...
the futures stake....
.....falling fastly....
right before me...
........so i say now......
I am whole...
.....not full.....
but whole......
...for now....
I Simply Walk...............
~~Lisa Anne | |
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| Bubblez Bubblez…thanks for the comfort of your home...
Posted: 3/7/2007 3:15:29 PM | ~~Faults amoungst disfigurations~~
It courses thruout my viens...
...the simple pleasure inside the viens...
the erotic pleasure of the swollow of the other.....
....the sniffling after the snow cover....
It courses thruout my thoughts...
...day in and day out.....
just one more time...
.....maybe alittle more...
then more...
...and more.....
trying to heal what is not healed...
.....yet waking to the shame of the shit ....
after the high depleats.....
......faults lie amongst me....
lies and truth from past decay...
...frightful vengence....
loving one and running away.....
......to save face....
to save him.....
......from the knowing of the whole.....
the pain inflicted upon the hate....
...the rampid notion of nothingness....
upon closed doors.....
......still awaiting the high again...
yet not proceeding in jsut that...
...yet jsut the thought of it all.....
to ease the pain..
to release the worry..
to depleat the thought of injustice....
......yet to do what but become...
..................Silent....
With but my own...
....Faults anoungst Disfigurations..........
~~Lisa Anne | |
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| Bubblez...
Posted: 3/7/2007 3:25:57 PM | I sit on a sea with no blackness
I once thought of a sea filled with tears
one that resembled red wine
the sun has sunk to the horizon in the west
and I still long to dance on the waves with you
to speak to you, of my purity
to show how my heart could soar with an angelic gift
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When I was 8, my family and I went on a trip through all of Oregon. We explored and learned about everything that made this state home. We mostly traveled and stayed in our camper on the beach. My Dad had a '73 Ford Pickup with a camper conversion on the back. He painted it himself so we would look cool driving down the road as a family. There are many places I wish to travel, but my heart is stuck in the marvel of crisp mornings on the Oregon coast. I know that everyday I pray to God that someone would eventually take my hand and let me show them beauty.
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clouds are crowded out by light
the kind that shines within
if power resides in the universe
I might just see... if angels really fly....
do you think they do?
Tenz | |
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| Bubblez...
Posted: 3/7/2007 3:27:45 PM | | come on brother. I love you to much to watch this go down | |
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| Bubblez... ( she's is just one of my harem )
Posted: 3/7/2007 7:19:11 PM | yay...... brother............
I'm sobering up bit.........
dude... this chick is hot and I've been into her for awhile.....
she just finally understands that long distance relationships don't work
but I can still dig on her... like I do so many of my sisters
aren't these chicks cool........
I love so many of them.... they truly are my sisters......
Tenz ( bubbz.... you know you will always be a hottie to me, peace baby ) | |
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| Bubblez Bubblez something ancient for you
Posted: 3/8/2007 5:22:51 AM | - HRAF'S BANE -
Hraf wended to the churn stone
Upon it the Ettin bane he lay
Resounding doubt to him once bold
When near him a swan did light
Then bold of speech she spoke the words
I wean that thou a burden heavy
The world upon thee who is hight Hraf
Why such a bane to lay on the stone?
Hraf was smitten as swan turned to maiden
The valkyrie looking as Hraf raised his eyes
No blood of the heros I wean in my heart
Thus bearing unworthy that I keep this bane
But she smiled to him and looked to the hills
I see much in you young son of Rodjre
Though you see it not in you lays a spitter
To bite the great trolls through thick hide so deep
Though you see it not in you lies a driver
To delve in to foray and press through the thick
In you the usurper that fates deem Crownworthy
Wending the serpent path deep through the storm
What say you now shadow? Still timid and weak?
Or will you be bold and take all you ken?
Then Hraf was upon her for brazen had grown
The maiden of death on the stone made to moan
He felt quite enboldened and took up the bane
But she was not for him and seethed from his storm
A fate once to be was no longer his
And into the fray with the warlords he wended
Hraf raised then the bane and drove in to smite
When into the path of an arrow did step
Deep drinker it was that bit in his heart
The bane in the mud and Hraf on his knees
He looked to the swan that flew past the battle
A whisper to his ears that none else could hear
Great glory twould give you if true was thy strength
Alas just a coward the gap be thy fate!
Thus perished Hraf son of proud Rodjre
Not for Valhalla for his was so shamed
The Valkyrie not to touch and yet he defiled
No glory for him in that dark cursed place
- Erik - Hope that you like that Lisa Anne. It is of course toned down from the original style which is very difficult to understand in modern english. But that version should be easier to read. Cheers dear. <> | |
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Thorb
| | Joined: 7/15/2005
Msg: 793 | |
| Bubblez Bubblez something ancient for you
Posted: 3/8/2007 7:22:23 AM | Long Distance Fantasies
that's the life I used to be
spent more time so far away
that time at home felt like play
didn't get that family work done
before I had to pick up and run
back down the road to make some buck
pretty soom there were no more ducks
bj's too a thing of the past
then talkin too ... well didn't last
long enough to keep us sane
next thing ya know
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| Bubblez, thanks for being a friend
Posted: 3/8/2007 10:02:18 PM | Lisa,
I think your precious little heart needs a poem
just something simple:
( a bad poem, just a little feeling thing )
those beaches you dream of
can hold you close, and make you whole
and in those days, we all might just find love
the kind that shows us, we are all special
I'm glad to have you as a friend again
just know that we have to hold each others hands
and show, how we care.... because we do
I will be your friend, and hold your hand online
we can't afford to turn any heart away
the world is too cold
don't cry, just keeping singing your song!
thanks for understanding.... you are precious
Tenz | |
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| Bubblez, thanks for being a friend
Posted: 3/9/2007 5:23:43 PM | ~~Scribbling with Blood~~
I am not a practicing poet...I am a scribbler I am a dabbler...
My heart is black without you....
Forgiving and forgetting..
I sharpen knives,
i hack I carve to the bone,
Blood piles across the floor.
Not finding the truth ,
But finding the lies.
Not poems but my love for you.
Broken hearts,
Bad memories,
Good or bad,
My truth your thought.
I scribble with blood,
Carve and hack,
Red pouring on a knife.
But you dont care,
I lied.NOT!!!!
I never practice giving up..............
~~Lisa Anne | |
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| Bubblez, thanks for being a friend
Posted: 3/9/2007 5:37:39 PM | ~~Just a lil before i go for a while...be back later with alot of shit to throw...
~~cascading emotions~~
Diversities strike....
when emotions come to play...
walking away..without good bye...
leaving blackened sulfur as a heart....
piercing pain throbbing within .....
......a torched soul.....
trying to ease thru lifes cycles...
....with a painted grin...
saying yes when no applies.....
....thinking "Fvck the world and what it stands for...."
yet knowing deep within....
.....there is no way out....
'cept one....
....not I...
not that route....
.....too much at stake....
life and love yet to fill the voided echos in my soul....
yet finding the truth is harder a concept to grasp...
.....a walk upon the beach to ease the calloused feet....
a mindtrip on insanities wake ...
....to barricade the heart from opening up yet again....
Givning into nothing but today...
....letting yesterday slip past without worry...
no blame...
....no shame...
.......never againt o feel a pasts distain....
I will walk upon the seaside...
bidding the bullsh*t farewelll with every tide...
swallowing truth and no longer a face to hide...
...for I am strong enough to hold my head with pride...
Scars remain to visualize the past...
the torments reasoning of his bloodstained mask...
of a fvcked up voyeur thru a fistfilled task.....
....Yet i stand here still under the stars I bask....
I am free from worries that subdue...
...I love but three in a life once untrue...
........yet they heal my soul thru little fingers they do.....
In them a love is what is I hold true....
So I sit here under the nights blackened sky.....
with thoughts wandering ..yet not giving way to the cry...
just reminnising on what once was with a simple sigh....
as I run thru these Cascading Emotions within my blue grey eyes........
~~Lisa Anne | |
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| Bubblez, thanks for being a friend
Posted: 3/9/2007 7:53:47 PM | ~~A Poem.....~~
Thoughts in a mind becoming sane ......
releasing of the initial pain...
to become whole with out the vicious stain...
to smile again without the painting of it all....
no word nor rhyme too big nor small..
yet throwing words set in a rhythmatic ball....
to heed to the answer of letting go of the once facefirst fall...
to stand on two feet proud and tall...
to look beauty in the mirror without the cry..
to see thru to a soul without bloodstained eyes.,....
to write of what is wanted in a life without vengence's alibi....
to love once again with all of oneself without the thought to run nor hide...
a poem is internal emotions cascading inside....
~~Lisa Anne | |
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| Bubblez writes and writes and writes some more....
Posted: 3/9/2007 7:58:36 PM | it won't go away by waving that wand
I will not drown in the deep blue pond...
you cannot rid yourself of the whole of me...
I eat at you...your mind...soul...internally....
You are my captive in what I do...
I will never let you go...I will tear you in two...
I am your thoughts weakened and full of frain....
For I am You.....Clinically Insane....
~~Lisa Anne | |
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| Bubblez Bubblez....inspired to write.....positive rhymes into the night.....
Posted: 3/9/2007 8:23:37 PM | Walking gently, quietly into the night
Looking at stars way out of sight
Wanting to see beyond the dark
Sauntering slowly throughout the park
Enjoying the night, the crisp dark air
Worrying of nothing, not even a care
Wishing for something, a gentle dream
Of beauty, of brilliance, of the moon’s beam
Coming from heaven or far from above
Bringing nothing but simply the love
The love of another throughout the days
Showing kindness and all of the ways
Lasting until the end of all time
Is that too much to ask, or is it a crime
A crime to long for a gentle friend
To walk with me until the end
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| Bubblez Bubblez....inspired to write.....positive rhymes into the night.....
Posted: 3/9/2007 9:27:15 PM | Bubblez....thanks for dropping by my thread......
But lift up your heart,
see the light that's in all
we are from the same source
the go(o)d that is god
is all souls together
a huge force
of creation
healing
change
we can rise above
d'evil
that flung us,
scattered points of brilliance
reunite
and drown the darkness
with our light... | |
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