| listen to her drums
Posted: 2/11/2007 1:08:40 AM | I live in a metal box
one with no locks
I listen to bongos
tribal beating.....
Momma plays all night
Then reminds me it's not an illusion.... | |
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| God Bless you Mr BS
Posted: 2/11/2007 1:19:40 AM | I saw an old friend yesterday and I didn't know quite what to say; it seems her father may soon pass away.
I have known him most of my life
My father and now my son have the same name
we played, camped and went to school together his girls and I
I even graduated with one of the two
We each lost an older brother in different years
the three of us now have two sons each
It is strange the similarities as I sit and write
I won't go into the differences here.
I just wanted to leave thoughts of him; as he makes this journey to see his son.
God Bless you Mr BS!! | |
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| !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted: 2/11/2007 1:50:40 PM | !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
milk chocolate melts in my mouth and even more in my hands
they truly burn the midnight oil
enriching lives with my thoughts...
sprung open, filled with firefly realities
Can I talk to the assumption of conformity?
Spinning debutants showing their worth
depleted in tender moments of living the esoteric lie
clemency
upon the souls I hold dear....
it shall be, and is... your place to rest
I dream of gray skies pouring rain upon my flesh
burning dreams and abstract apparitions to turn my soul afire
a scalded soul to tell of my virtue, to so see my beauty, love my loss
E tickets
all day passes------------ clicking heels, in the cinema..... with pepsi slushies
-------------------------------------------------------------and King Kong romance
save the girl
dance on the rooftops....
click.....saved.......... and to come home, to me soon...
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tenz | |
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| Truth and passion!
Posted: 2/11/2007 6:27:26 PM | Intensity; a karst of creativity…it’s good to see you here posting… though many of your arts are direct riddles that plague me sore…your work is that of the greats. Thus, I admire it the more.
Dizzabella: pain can run us in doors…the loss of a parent is tremendous…especially, when one is on bad terms. And though it pains us to see someone else endure that pain, it feels comforting to know that others genuinely understand our sorrow. Come back and visit…I would like to read more of your works.
Naïve…. | |
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| Truth and passion!
Posted: 2/11/2007 6:31:50 PM | Saturnine!
Argus eyed but perishing…
Self-realized but forever dangling from God’s terrace…
Arhat status, wit and wisdom lavished…
But psychogenic distraught by this internal ebb of the savage.
Subpoena me to hell!
Covered in dirt
Locked inside the bestial belly celled…
Disenfranchised of my right to breath.
Mother on the edge of death
And father died fried in unholy tithes…
Without his son best kept for purgatorial prayers…
Exhume my father from the deeply perished…
Indicted by the gods…
The last demon cherished.
Ipso facto
That I am
The Magnum opus
Of my dearly
Should have been beloved…
But begrudged I am,
To the bloody mud. | |
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| Truth and passion!
Posted: 2/11/2007 7:38:21 PM | I am the photic kenosis!!!
So to hell with hocus pocus!
Gnosis, my friend…
Father went ended journey…
And I repent the golden heart.
A million tears barrage the mind…
But I suppress each one through this bellicose rapture…
The illusion wast rent, torn asunder…
Reckon me the last vent, mourned by the goddess of thunder.
Titanic waves rip me core
O’er yon my mothers tore …
I walk the shore of madness…
Repudiating Adonis’s sadness…
Digging profoundly into that intellectual me for peace.
Tame this stalking beast…
Haunted by this mental catamount,
I war amongst the sleep…
Beseeching the One for love to become my soaring fount. | |
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| Truth and passion!
Posted: 2/11/2007 11:31:39 PM | All or Nothing
It has to be all or nothing.
This is my foot putting down.
I gave you my heart, you gave it back.
Yet you dont not want it around.
I follow you from room to room,
With dying heart in hand.
But the sting of it..., I'm losing my witts
And it feels like I'm walking in sand.
So nothing 'twill be, from this moment on.
Because I'd just rather be alone.
And should you decide to offer me all,
You know nothing is set in stone. | |
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| Truth and passion!
Posted: 2/11/2007 11:37:11 PM | The Salton Sea
To a magical place today drawn into.
A path my journey to continue.
Old friend I heard in a whisper stilled
As a statue I was before you filled.
In dusks red glow and thick air dampen
Surrounded by death of the in happen.
surreal as your ghost town once a haven
Now naked it stands in sand enslaven.
Mystical and vast is your glassy show
Framed in beautiful salton snow.
As I again face outward to beaten path
Affected now from you I hath. | |
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| Truth and passion!
Posted: 2/12/2007 12:11:58 AM | | Killbill: most beautiful and intricate writes…you walk the reader gently through…I thank you for blessing my eyes…. | |
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| Truth and passion!
Posted: 2/12/2007 12:12:17 AM | Now entangled in this fortress the stronghold broken
I amble through these here trenches embodied in silent scopes
Enriched through embedded hope there-out
Wondering why the pope was then so violent, one shout. | |
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| Truth and passion!
Posted: 2/12/2007 12:37:58 PM | The more I show mercy,
The less I’m loved;
Should I begrudge?
Should I begrudge?
The more I hate,
The more consumed I become,
Am I only one?
Am I only one? | |
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| Truth and passion!
Posted: 2/12/2007 12:39:55 PM | No mystery here; devastate the veneer!
I’m a mystic true; borne to cycles unclear!
Penetrating the fear, excavating the riddles!
And attacking the dogma anew, no riddles!
Though my war
Is different than yours,
Must I forsaken your war
Though I feel your war at core?
Must I isolate for the cause/
Never pause and think/
That our boundary’s hath crossed the sundry brinks?
Am I only one?
Am I only one! | |
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| Truth and passion!
Posted: 2/12/2007 12:45:47 PM | You are not the only one to feel
although your border I cannot cross
as freely as I use to
I entered your country at least once a year
heading down south or on an adventure
I know Bushy is scared of terrorism
what else is he afraid of
you - me? | |
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| Truth and passion!
Posted: 2/12/2007 1:00:38 PM | This is distressing me…
And it’s too early for red wine.
We live in anarchy, Autumn!
And the demons are calling!
But the warrior in you,
Refuses to let Nature fall! | |
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| Truth and passion!
Posted: 2/12/2007 1:05:00 PM | Inner dialogue wit self!!!!!
It’s strange to me
The way hatred breeds…
A breeze it is,
That one must freeze.
It’s not there fault.
You chose victim.
When others chose rhythm and triumph,
Do you now remember?
I speak to self at times!
Indicting the gods…
I sound so inclusive…
When in actuality I’m an elitist.
But they answer!
They do answer!
You art too an elitist…
Only speaking to you…
Though you hurt to love…
Thy Argus eyes spurn the blind.
I know you not…
But thou I love…
The way we rattle and roll…
To a tune unheard! | |
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| Truth and passion!
Posted: 2/12/2007 1:10:47 PM | she shakes her head
and also speaks to herself
why
why
why | |
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| Truth and passion!
Posted: 2/12/2007 1:25:43 PM | Indeed, Autumn…why is the question to so many unanswerable questions.
I just keep probing the mines. | |
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| Truth and passion!
Posted: 2/12/2007 2:07:25 PM | A terrible good,..... .one knows the cost,
only to seek the (inner...)rational mind...never wanting to be lost..
"neither a yesterday or tomorrow."
still as one tries to prepare that way....
to go without a terrible good... can still bring heart's sorrow,
and still I know even the darkness is as light to his grace
.
"suffering with"...for a brother....may peace find your way.... | |
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| Truth and passion!
Posted: 2/12/2007 5:00:14 PM | | Casheyesblond; that is a most thought provoking poem…thank you for posting it here. | |
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| Truth and passion!
Posted: 2/13/2007 6:00:36 PM | Indeed,she was screaming,
as she prayed persistently without hestitation.
Life had become this heartache and struggle.
As she cried out...one could hear her desperation.
She appeared to me as of,"the persistent widow,"
powerless and vulnerable....from the very start.
And with her insistent, urgent prayer.... as her tears wouldn't stop,
she never lost heart.
But then her desperate prayer was answered.....there is peace and balance in all this rain.
Perfection of wisdom,in all that is Jesus,...or call it faith and grace....
Not one without the other,.....some may refer to each as the same.
It is, in all that is gentle,loving and nuturing that wiped her tears way. | |
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| Truth and passion!
Posted: 2/13/2007 6:10:01 PM | Into A Mirror
Peering into ancient eyes,
Absorbed are they
By stormy skies.
I beg the image
to be stronger,
This dance it seems
Will go on longer.
Oh please old soul,
We cannot feel this,
Numb me now,
So i can near bliss.
On this path I won't continue,
Heart still dying
Spirit will taint you.
Having lost a kindred one,
Just ruined me now
That's it. I am done.
valentine shmalentine
^ Im just kidd'n | |
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| why bobby
Posted: 2/13/2007 6:16:41 PM | bobby wants to marry me
make me his bride
bobby wants to marry me
so i can live a lie
bobby wants to wed me
make me say i do
bobby wants to marry me
sli' this is your que
rescue me from myself | |
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| why bobby
Posted: 2/13/2007 8:46:09 PM | | OH DEAR!!!!!!! ^^^ | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 2/13/2007 9:28:07 PM | Wanna go swimming???
some people dive in head first
throwing caution to the wind
plowing through love
like a runaway train
about to derail...
and its not until
they're on their way down
that they finally see
the pool below
sits empty
~Caly
btw does this qualify as abstract?? tried to do some research on it but it kept saying abstract meant the words made sounds but made no sense... and that doesn't seem right lol | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 2/14/2007 1:40:12 AM | Twilight
the sun
and moon
are in combat
eventually one gives in
through the force
of nature in repetition
my retribution
in battles of tomorrow
reckoning of justice
in the
dawning | |
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