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Posted: 10/2/2008 8:42:40 AM | Ahhhhh, that parting is such sweet sorrow,
the agony and the ecstacy, bittersweet
pleasure and pain, the torment,
tears that soothe, and rip deeply
into the fabric of your being,
the rise and fall of bosoms
a distant memory,
fading with each step,
as we walk to
separate
horizons. | |
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Posted: 10/3/2008 7:52:36 AM | and he will deny me like a rotten piece of garlic
Who said thirteen to a dozen?
I regress to a baker's delight
i'VE ALAWAYS GOT IT WRONG ...
i do so love luv being drunk like a vampire..though I prefer..sailing off course.
..what did the winds whisper
wanting a muse who is never too tired to talk to me...
I can write and type musings?
Who said I signed the ticket
the HONEST one said come back
Next EASTER...it's got to be abstrast...
I'll post in there instead
this human is trying all kinds of excuses... | |
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Posted: 10/4/2008 7:20:32 PM | 8 pm
i'm napping
cause it's cold in here
first frost approaching
the BOOMS wake me up
KaBOOM! Boomboom!!
Fireworks?
In October?
I'm already in 3 layers
so race outside
jump in the car
to 8 blocks over
St. Joseph's Family Fair
winding down to this
miracle
oh don't you love fireworks?
all faces upturned
lit with joy and amazement?
all of us together again
before we crawl into our winter caves
and forget the diamonds of summer | |
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Posted: 10/4/2008 8:20:28 PM | (Give to me vision)
I’m but the one who forsook the priesthood;
Trying desperately to master the kaleidoscope of her passions;
And yes it’s the chameleon multitudes that pull at me.
Yet distraught me the more!
Verily, it’s the warm dry winds
Depicted in opaque words!
It’s the atmospheric pressure of her visions
That causes that sacred gravity within me to collapse!
I’m freefalling therein her distress;
At 9.8 meters per second, every second!
And this key of buoyant force she hath:
Riddling me sorely with this key!
When it comes to the concave mirror
Roaming my secret being, par excellence she is!
Her thoughts are hidden; though picture painted in cosmic rays!
The deep things of her thoughts, I feel; but I can’t see clearly. | |
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Posted: 10/4/2008 8:21:40 PM | | well thank you so much, i am so humbled by your praise.... coming from you it is truly appreciated..... didn't know if it was exactly appropriate for here, but i wanted to be happy with you....thanks for the kind words | |
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Posted: 10/5/2008 10:17:11 AM | heartbeat
The silence deafening
desolate, alone
she begins
slowly
to hear a song
her thoughts
her own breath
her heart beating
and realizes
she is a symphony
LS 10/05/08 | |
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Posted: 10/5/2008 5:33:05 PM | | ^^ that is so beautiful! especially the last line. it brings it all together. | |
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Posted: 10/5/2008 6:41:48 PM | You are:
You are the breeze that summonses softly the spirit’s smile.
You are the dance that enthralls the masses, innocent and wild.
You are the music that awakens the soul of this universe.
You are the esoteric, verse for verse.
You are the constellations giving rise to knowledge.
You are wisdom manifest, a penetrating insight acknowledged.
You are love, unsuppressed…
You are the immortalized heart… the mystic mind afresh. | |
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Posted: 10/5/2008 8:20:04 PM | Disjunct}
Bless me with a benediction; for I’m one step the plank of madness; and two steps away from running naked in the wilderness. The vultures are rampant! Dybbuk is lurking for souls. The war is vivid. But every mirror is vile. Thus, I freely drink from this ambrosial cup of wretchedness; watching the high-minded and lofty take refuge in illusion. This is our absolute reality? It’s disguised in a smile: as I gnaw upon wormwood, drinking vinegar, mourning unto the sour sky. Disabuse my mind of the chimerical camouflage: this mirage that is now me; this world of grandeur, where everyone in variegated degrees suffer from megalomania; thirsty to assuage a heart with falsehood. It’s all euphonic to the lurid omen. I see a path: pastoral passages where the grass is trodden underfoot thus the trail hath been blazed… I approach the tunnel… therein I find more deception. | |
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Posted: 10/5/2008 8:21:58 PM | here in your garden
i am given new eyes transfigured
truth is held to the light
and no more do i wander drunkenly
anger swelling
pain circulating
each poem here a sweet pressure
to fully be in this moment
a gate i can take past the bitterness | |
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Posted: 10/6/2008 4:50:19 AM | 'tis true
the words written here
speak to a part of me
deeper than my subjectivity....
i happened into this side
of the pond
and found myself
going for a ride.....
my soul recognized
my heart empathized
my mind catalyzed
my body realized
and the tears flowed...
feeling and healing
the parts of me
i keep way inside....
the parts of me
very few see
for i was taught
if someone sees you cry
it's like a weakness
that you must hide.....
yet humans cry
and as babies so naturally....
it has taken me many years
now fifty my life has been driven
to realize finally
tears are not to be hidden.....
for they are one way
people immediately
feel empathy for each other.....
they are one way
we feel each other's hearts.....
and of course the other way
is laughter | |
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Posted: 10/6/2008 6:17:06 AM | The captain finally chartered
What possessed him off course
I would gladly steer into calm waters
Meeting of terms is absolutely charming
As I prepare to fight without armour
From one human to another
I hope he’s got more than coffee ready
When I wake up; then it’s time to devour
Intuition cannot be scientific proof
I see orbs and am considered insane
They must be for I went to the lavatory
And I wonder what they see in a bathroom? | |
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Posted: 10/6/2008 5:58:46 PM | smile empty soul rain
bringing down heavens
in his light eyes
shining striking night's sighs
signing enough breaking
mind splitting into distinctive pieces
shattering illusions of brevity
shine heart of love full | |
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Posted: 10/6/2008 6:57:57 PM | NW...loved, loved, loved absolutely the write "disjunct".....Wow! Powerful stuff!!
and should subversion be my madness,
let me die laughing, in the face of mine enemies!
Thanks NW....beautiful writing my friend! | |
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Posted: 10/15/2008 4:24:56 PM |
what was it about the west end
that had me wishing that I
matched the turquoise couch
odd angles
poetic streets
and trees that dangled
each section costing
much more than a year's worth of iced latte's
amaretto....bittersweet
a treat
what was it about the west end?
even the dogs were zen
and folks smiled and said goodday
as i passed them on my way
my southside sights
had been exposed in writes...
bulging veins on foreheads
looks of consuming dread
but the west end....
..............my friend.....
is the place where folks could afford to smile
ignoring the grafitti down the road a half a mile
i could address the intricacies of the differences i see:
the elite, pedicured feet
OE [this one's for my homies], pitbulls, scars, the streets
but
what
is
the
point
fingers
had prints
and cars
had dents
on either side
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Posted: 10/15/2008 4:51:53 PM | So....whas tha lingo babygurl?
where ya go is where ya at
no matter
east west
north or south?
what it be?
yes sir, no sir?
shyte gurl!
there's hell in tha hood,
an hell in tha bario man,
an then ya gots tha skids eh?
what abouts tha ghetto then?
shiny shoes uptown,
bare feet downtown,
I sees tha suits
drinkin from tha paper bags,
beatin on tha wifey,
tryin ta keep up with the Joneses,
dayumm, I don't even know the Joneses,
defects ain't so exclusive,
I gots a few of my own, kna mean baby?
an when I comes home
an shuts tha door,
it no matter what side
I'm on,
live it baby, jus live it!
cause we all in this world tagether. | |
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Posted: 10/17/2008 6:35:18 AM | just awesome. it truly is.
i read and reread. sometimes eager to say no thing.
i think by now, we each realize the deep apprecition we share for one another's work. | |
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Posted: 10/17/2008 6:36:04 AM | (Frustration}
It boils within my mind.
It seethes within my spirit.
But I’m a man of hidden truths:
For out of thirst and desperation
I drank of the mystic elixir.
Yet
And still, I return oft and again
Unto this hallowed shell: sacred,
But melancholic, unto glee.
I ask
Not for freedom. I beg not of
Redemption. I merely beseech
Of vision: forgiveness of the
HolyGhost!
But presently, it
Seethes within my spirit. It
Boils within my mind. Yet
And still, in the far distant
Forrest of my psyche, I hear
Chants, ebbing ever nigh
My soul.
I ask not for freedom.
I beg not of redemption. I merely
Beseech of Vision: forgiveness of
The HolyGhost. | |
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Posted: 10/17/2008 1:19:29 PM | She walks
like a stick man,
she stands
dressed in tall,
as if the parthenon
rested on her shoulders,
ready to crumble
under the weight of her tears,
the liquid courage
in a paper bag world,
shaky in a trembling hand,
raised to toast her woes,
yet her audience
is absent,
save for the
cats,
in the back alleys
of her mind. | |
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Posted: 10/19/2008 9:30:43 AM | Look at the canvas..."a starry night in Rhone"
Painted so delicately...
hanging in my kitchen as of now...
yet one of the first words spoken
from fingers so unreal on this blinding screen.....
Van Gogh? beauty portrayed thru paint....
Stephen King....? horror thrown thru literature....
William Shakesphere...? A man amongst many a true prose.....
Yet all hold beauty in different ways....
all show so much of themselves thru what is done
on canvas...
on screen....
on fine printed ink....
Love...Look?
Yet not seen...
hard to see
so hard to acknowledge just that
or is it the guard not
wanting to be released to see just that?
Love ....a much too powerful word...
sometimes thrown in truth...
sometimes thrown in haste...
sometimes thrown in spite
in vengence.....
in lust.....
never knowing of what it is
how does one see ?
how does one know if it is there?
if a heart skips a beat with a single touch?
if butterflies swirl in perfect unison with a mere glimpse?
how does one know?
truely?
how?
some say...you just know..
some say....you never know...just feel...
i choose...my own way....
to breathe...
to hope...
to not haste
to not waste
what is shared.....
in perfect prose
in simple words set in a passionate longing from within....
I will just breathe....
and then i will see...
someday....
what it is....
to truely
feel
love......
Lisa Anne | |
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Posted: 10/19/2008 5:23:37 PM | "All hold beauty in many ways"
maybe these ways know no limit
maybe it is all in the mind of
the beholder
maybe NOT
Love that is not
unconditional is NOT | |
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