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Posted: 5/30/2007 10:19:24 PM | The curse of memories carried through time
Stored in my memory as if to align
All of the past and the present day
Of all the things that have gone astray
Memories stronger than the best of times
All the bad things as if they are crimes
I want to remember the things that are good
But the beautiful things are drifting like wood
Lost in the ocean deep in our psyche
Cast away far and ever so slightly
I guess it’s the worst that are pinned to the wall
Up in the front, much closer to call
Due to the embarrassment cause by the pain
They are pushed to the front where they will remain
Stronger than the good that should beat out the bad
They are pushed ever so forward making us sad
I try to remember what things make a smile
But each day it becomes harder taking awhile
But when I find the beauty and take it past
It smiles long in my memory and all the pain is surpassed
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Posted: 5/30/2007 10:39:22 PM | global village
and I was there
in front of the tv
when Robert and Martin
were shot
watching when Neil made
one giant leap for mankind
and the Berlin wall was torn down
watching musicians raise millions for famine
and when the towers burned
and the tsunami struck
knowing millions were
crying with me
I felt
the pulse of humanity
in our global village
LS 5/30/07
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Posted: 5/30/2007 10:43:18 PM | Memories
Indeed…
They are our greatest teachers…
Walking us through the mental crevices of wisdom’s home.
Some are a bit more excruciating than others…
But the few that warm the soul give to us
Strength to persevere, albeit, we find ourselves
Warring just to protect our waning smiles.
Tremendous poem triplebp….I truly believe that you touched on something here that many fail to recognize…because that pain is a bit too much at times. | |
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Posted: 5/30/2007 10:50:21 PM | Brizo... I respond with the following:
So many travesties…
So many tears…
The heart yearns for peace…
An intricate taming of the beast.
I walk this vestibule called life…
Losing daily my childhood halo.
Sitting in this muddy abeyance…
I pray not to remain inert…
But life is truly vicious…
And the daily news only attests to
My boldest suppositions. | |
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Posted: 6/1/2007 1:32:24 PM |  Hi my friend....to drop a word ...to you!
Zapping strength from my mind
things I search too long to find
Timely newscasts every day
make me sick...I want to pray!
Brilliant colours red, white blue
seeming now are all a hue
of an ugly nasty dream
Hath the hope of one now gone
I am singing a sad long song!
When I sit and try to smile
hurt it comes ,,,,has traveled miles
Eternity has only hope
what we live and how we cope
I am simply trying to be above the
ugly fantasy!
Not too heavy ...not too proud
Simply let another world
care for theirs and keep ours here!
Defending from our place , not there!
So much easier to spare
Lifes are never the answer when lost
My heart feels hope , but feels the cost!
Is this battle ever won?
Has this time on Earth been One?
Placing simple question here
Life is a gift.........
Death is a fate.........
How have we made it this way?
Longing for the answer clear
living life should never fear!
Senseless death and dying comes
to those providing help for some! | |
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Posted: 6/1/2007 6:59:07 PM | knots of orange black and blue
twisted in form of mutated hope
gathered in bondage of life created without passion
stangle hold of hope
afire in a blazen hellish fury of colidescopic sounds
ringing loud in the ears of the deaf mans calling
words escape he who is mute
as sight escapes he who is blind
hear and see all in the eyes of the dead dove
impalled upon the staff of ritious calling
as battle cries sound deep in the deadening echoes
of shadow falling
fate knows no simpler truth than that of life
and life knows no simpler truth than that of fate
as carried strong the orange glow of burning fires
in the blackend haze of night
knotted together reflected in the blue eyes of a child
as hopes begins to bleed into the shadows of eternity
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Posted: 6/1/2007 7:00:45 PM |
Placing simple question here
Life is a gift.........
Death is a fate.........
How have we made it this way?
it's really simple, jules
some folk don't know the rules...
they look at life as a game
don't see their acts promote blame | |
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Posted: 6/1/2007 7:07:54 PM | From my safety spot on my couch
I perch and listen to news booming loud
All the mothers, and fathers and children lost
When will these wars cease and at what cost?
The land has been raped and her rivers bleed poison
Her children are born into cancerous prisons
Her fish in her oceans deformed and mutated
How are we so connected yet jaded?
The evening news comes to a close
My heart tormeted and oozing prose
Yet, I throw away my plastics and leave the faucet turned on
Use hot water to wash the dishes and leave the lights on when I'm gone
I pray for change
And act the same
Eat food sprayed with pesticides produced by petroleum and shipped across seas
Adding to the carbon count and preaching peace
How does this happen... | |
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Posted: 6/2/2007 6:22:54 PM | | so much style and flavor, i thank everyone for stopping by and placing such pieces here. | |
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Posted: 6/2/2007 10:25:37 PM | Twice upon a time....
Twice upon a time
somewhere
between the twilight and the dawn
standing in the rain
trying to melt the world and all it's madness away
while standing in rain
a final awaiting
as if one was watching for
the sun(son)to appear.....
And as the" mind" reflects back to his youth,
this distant memory that never was,
he finds himself in the present...
twice upon a time
somewhere
between the twilight and the dawn
standing in the rain
with a desire
once again
wishing the world would stop stealing time....
And ah yes, the melancholy
as one tries to keep on the path of truth,
while refusing the strong delusions sent
that forces others to live a lie....
Then suddenly twice upon a time
somewhere
between the twilight and the dawn
while standing in the rain,
he finds the calmness of a shade tree
calling
slowing him down,
and once again, he is able to embrace the motion
as the world and all it's madness passes him by........ | |
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Posted: 6/3/2007 6:39:13 PM | | Casheyesblond; this is one of the most profound and touching poems ever...Just wow! | |
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Posted: 6/3/2007 7:55:43 PM |  Very inspiring Casheyes! 
Karma : result of what has gone before.........
Have we opened every door?
What arises , does become
Is the answer yet just one?
Response is the answer........
only way to change the dance
Creation of the next moment
condition............
response may well, be different
Compassion.......digs us out again....and again!
State of mind changes without the hate
Letting go..........just may create
the next state of mind................
Karma produces this .......................
not what we sit and wish........................
Release yourself from the Karmic activity.............
possibly cosmic.........change.........
may rain!!!!!!!!!!
Like a sudden shower of thunderstorm
gallactic..........starstorm................
Again........we are reborn~!
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Posted: 6/3/2007 8:07:24 PM | | hey casheyes....powerful write!.....Wow is right! Just a wonderful piece of work! | |
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Posted: 6/3/2007 9:44:54 PM | Love verses Hate~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The great struggle of mankind...................
moral thought and moral firmness................
tell me the last time , you went to church!
grabbing, getting, lusting , serving..........
yeah waht ever.......git your yearning on.........
Love is pleasant, Hate is miserable
why choose the less profitable choice?
Oppostion to your wishes..........
a little conceited.......in your visions?
Sorry about your limited vision..............
my friend..........
we were friends once........
now you just wanna dance around......
so self centered............
laugh I do........
for you are wrong.......
Love your neighbor as yourself;
only is your loss
just dust!
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Posted: 6/5/2007 9:02:15 AM | Jules; the karma poem is astute and touches a deeper part of the reader. A truly wonderful read!
The poem on morals is a maze, a maze many of us live in; the option of loving and risking one’s self to be hurt, or hating, and running the risk of killing one’s self spiritually, are forever options that the individual agent is confronted with. I know I am! And then one has to ask the inner self; what are morals? What constitutes as a genuine and universal moral? What are the guidelines? Well, let me not go too far; my agony, so I’ll continue to work through it. I just wish there was one clean cut philosophy that the world could adopt without the feeling that some tutelage agent is forcing it upon them. The world sure would be a better place. But enough with my ambiguous rant! Much love to you! And thank you for these moving thoughts. | |
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Posted: 6/5/2007 9:39:52 AM | ^^^ clean and cut philosophy.....
will share mine....the one I live by (and a few others) though this is the ultimate....
do unto other as you wish to be done to you
I don't believe there is NOTHING clearer than that...a squeak has whispered (me)
...still with love and loving...
accepting I could always be wrong ...but prove it? | |
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Posted: 6/5/2007 5:53:22 PM | the black wind rages this night as has fortnights before
tearing through the gardens of pearlecent glory once more
crimson clouds rage through the sky washing the stars in blood red splendor
this night gives hope only to the raven of the fallen song
wreaping his tunes in the gale that rages forth
carry that song to the medowlark as contageous voice
or perhaps give it to the the first nuthatch of spring
dear raven carry strong thy screaming cry
to guide forth this storm
the black wind holds steady its harried course
trees of silver and platnum fall from the garden
crashing down in crysteline shards
each one piercing deeper into the soul
each one more deadly than the last
the faint echo of falling rain pounds
thumping through this shattered landscape
cold red stinging rain
as rivers of angry torrent now rage through once meadow field
thick with the corpses of dream and hope
washing forward to meet the raven
chasing hard to catch his cry
the black wind rages still
stronger with each wing stroke of the raven
fly hard my friend to stay ahead of your wings echo
cry harder black soul
to warn all of your soon comming
world engulfed
shattered
lying in azure stain of what once was
but never shall be again
behold dear raven cast high on bloodied starlit sky
away in pain and suffering
behold the music created by your song
behold the blackness that you carry forward
for I shall always see you as myself
lone raven
servent to all
master of none
aglide on the wings of others pain and deciept
sweet lark embrace thy new song
for soon the nuthatch with it painted wings
shall sing in chorus to thee
for all will end as one
as one shall end with all
cast to the night sky of darkness ink falling
upon the pages of times forgotten souls
left astray in the black wind
guided by the raven of the fallen song
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Posted: 6/5/2007 6:17:21 PM | One may say,
"You are right"
or may validate your words
by at least choosing to say
" You are wrong"
and sometimes ,
one may choose not to say anything at all....
in philosophy,
as referred to as nonsense....
And while one may say
"There is no evidence
to prove you are right"
the other may say,
"Ah,but show me the evidence
to prove I am wrong."
With these thoughts outloud,
I choose to say you are right,
and it is as you say;
It is a maze...
This maze
of the land,
where the human spirit has been shunted...
this secular tunnel
casting shadows
in the cave,
trying to trap one every way it can,
with it's little slip of logic....
And still,
running through the matrix
facing tremedous mental
and emotional struggles,
as the spirit tries to holdsfast
to this plot with a happy ending,
anticipating the embrace
of a soft quiet whisper...
as one tries to master
all this
with the morals
that makes one's own reality a true...
edit/only realized I had this blank page at the bottom
after I had already posted...oops
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Posted: 6/5/2007 6:23:53 PM | I have evidence Greeneyes...
I keep it in my pocket
just reach on in
and grab it
philosophers aside
I have no morals
buy me a six pack
make that a twelve pack
and join me out here
in the real world
on your deck
yup
bring a blanket
and some sunscreen
so our asses
don't burn
and teach me
what them philosophers
can never seem
to learn.
hehe
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Posted: 6/5/2007 6:32:22 PM | and flip flops are optional...hehe
hey (R.) | |
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Posted: 6/5/2007 6:35:34 PM | So are clothes
so are hats
g-strings tho are hot
cause hey
I just love that
mmm
yummy
get it in me
or rather
get it in you.......................
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Posted: 6/5/2007 9:23:18 PM | Always.... In do time the Truth shall breathe, and in this quote the Truth shall reign supreme.
Shadowriter, this poem is excellent. Each stanza has its private and exclusive crescendo. I’m truly amazed. The concept is enormous; though private for sure, I still appreciate deeply what I see therein.
Casheyesblond; you have a stroke of uncanny wit running through you…I read, I think, correctly what you have written. It’s hard to be overt in the land of so many that wish to be naïve, naive like myself. For I deeply believe that there does exist an absolute Truth that exceeds all perspectives and boundaries. And I would venture to admit that a piece of this Truth is forever with me, and has been from before the start. I wish I was free to go deeper; but through the poetry I am freely allowed to convey mysteries as they seep through me, unbeknownst to me. Nevertheless, I thank you for the intricate maze of words that furtively say it all.
TruthIsee; it’s been a while. It’s good to see you in these here parts. I never take offense, well I try not to. And even when I do, I eventually think it through and excavate the root of the matter. You are a loved comrade in spiritual arms. Once again, it’s always a pleasure to see you and read your poems, as well as your sense of humor. Peace be with you, my friend! | |
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Posted: 6/5/2007 9:31:12 PM | Earth turned,
wind blown,
and
fire burning,
yearning
to
feel
them
all.
Ashes 2
ashes,
dust 2
dust,
reborn again
to love
and die. | |
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Posted: 6/5/2007 9:37:39 PM | Reincarnation,
Mental incarnation,
Revelation’s transmigration…
One revolving nation…And
Death is but a wish that
Never comes true.
This is what came to my mind when I read this poem, Mandrake; thanks for the inspiration. | |
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Posted: 6/5/2007 9:38:09 PM | Casheyes, re your really good poem here a few posts above. (Truth, settle up not down) Ya the one he teased, (grin), well, I think that's how we do change the world. I really do. There is an old medicine about how the bad reality can be flipped into the good one. There are those moments....and we can. And it's far more fun.
I hear Wendy begging for Tinkerbells life... and wondering where Peter is, and the lost boys, sometimes too.
There's lots of realities to choose from, I think the hopeless hoper is the saviour of the world.
It would be soo grey, otherwise. | |
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