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Posted: 5/3/2008 9:06:15 PM | boy, interrupted
our memories divide
and half in sorrow
lay
our hearts broke
on that day
oh, we survived
somehow
but losing you
left pain
that never goes
away
happiness
is weighted
with the gray
of may
and might have been | |
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Joined: 2/11/2008
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Posted: 5/3/2008 9:18:48 PM |  Nice brizoo...Humor...we are the same ...I guess!
Take what is left me...
confusing
surprising
Within the gray and deep
something may
creep...ya wanna keep?
Force is powerful thing
I run but each time
you bring me a reason
to speak ...again!
Of all the amazing things I know
one is your desperate soul
Always seeking...
just me
like you wanna make me
worse off than I am!
God ...either take me
leave me alone!
I have only one life...
only one soul!
Another day always comes to see
What and would and could
have been!
I have never been the day
just the life ...
you felt to play with
make your mind up...
know your reason
Leave me empty or fill my heart...
this time is the
last time..my friend
Heart has run out of summers ...
then she died! | |
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Posted: 5/14/2008 10:16:17 AM | wail
wail
vocalize your grief
to keen against the sky
sometimes
we touch the animal
that howls demanding why
wail
and rage against the loss
the memory
held reverently
and cherished at all cost
wail
at the injustice
that you are left behind
with fraying ends
unraveling
your ties of heart and mind
wail
nevermind
the shock of others
you, in your grief
remind
a foreboding tickle
of grief as yet unknown
a cold subconscious prickle | |
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Posted: 5/14/2008 10:46:22 PM | thanks, ladies!
geez! i haven't been to my thread for a while...no promises, but, i'll try to be better.
topics for the week ending may 18, 2008
just the same
tin
things i’ve done
bittersweet
the talk
classic example
exploring | |
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Posted: 5/16/2008 12:50:55 PM | Yet another classic example
Of how things are apt to go
Helter Skelter to and fro
Round and round
Forever spinning out of control
Then down the rabbit hole
Lost to all who matter
Mattering nothing to anyone else
Other than perhaps Alice
By all means talk the talk
If you so are inclined to walk the walk
By all mean chastise me if you must
For the things I've done then and now
To me though it's all just the same
So if you incessantly insist
On exploring the possibilities
Whilst overlooking the obvious
You surely won't find fault with me
Should I find your epiphanies bittersweet
Like tarts stolen by a Jack of Spades
Like a Cheshire Cat on a hot tin roof
I am more inclined to smile
Then dive for the shade of the rabbit hole
Lost to all who matter
Mattering nothing to anyone else
Lest I lose my head haphazardly
For entertaining thoughts
Likely to upset the Queen and her court
To me though it's all just the same
Red Pill or Blue Pill | |
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Posted: 5/16/2008 12:56:38 PM | UnderSURfaceD
(1st draft)
… And I begin my slow journey,
Out of this hole I’m digging my way in out of.
I’ve started a collection.
Some are connected, like a web of tangled algebra,
Some of negative, solitary (salutary?) islands being pitted across the land.
How I want to turn the image round,
Make the pitted holes MOUNTAINS of intent,
Make the ashen, lifeless ground lush and green.
The rainbow is out of reach but,
There is treasure over there.
There is treasure over there.
Somewhere!
Still some there?
Here comes the tide,
Here comes my ride.
A great tidal wave.
You’d think it would wash all of this away!
It takes me to a strange place - there is no sun.
There is a land of no one.
One foot gets tripped by the other,
As I - myself - try to enpower.
But the bombs are dropping.
The minefields are exploding.
My mountains are upside down.
Pitted holes in the ground.
Pitted holes in the sky below my feet.
Jumped on a roller coaster ride.
A Malkovich ride.
Or take the tide…
Everything’s a blur.
This is just not right.
I am nothing but slow and stupid.
Is this to be my bane?
Now everything is upside down and inside out - again.
Twisted out of context and back to an affront.
I am a mole.
I am an ostrich.
It’s a cross-stitch.
I’m so busy digging holes it’s a pre-occupation.
My other tangent so it is,
As my world crumbles around me.
Not all these tunnels are of my making,
But all the same they weakened my structure.
Know it’s going to happen again question is when.
And yet I know I am going to be the last one to leave.
Adam Fretter - 2006© | |
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Posted: 5/17/2008 1:52:38 PM | UNtitled 010402
He slowly coiled in his hand the power cable of the land.
‘From where I stand, I mark my shield!’ said he.
‘Those who dare shed ignorance to knowledge and challenge my rite!’
But no one came forth, all stood still, like fenceless posts on the brow of a hill.
He scanned the souls of men, he was sure he felt his challengers' presence,
his enemies pose, therein. But maybe it was not so, maybe it was a ruse,
maybe he was indeed all powerful, and on this land had settled his bruise.
In the air there hung a whisper, an echo of that morning so violent.
Blood was spilt, and anger shed to the light of days,
the twisted demons of Man had played under the sun.
Many souls were guided by that days strong light,
buy only a few from their thousands will walk home tonight.
To settle in foreboding, shall they forever be hampered by that day?
Yet He never wasted time, fearing time may waste him.
And he set forth to another battle, on his worlds’ outermost rim.
Adam Fretter 01/04/02© | |
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Posted: 5/30/2008 4:52:36 PM | Thankee, Humormonger.
I am trying to put a title to it. I've been wandering the path of unused titles and have gone down temporary avenue. Just now I am using 'Bolgia 9' from Dante's Inferno. I think it is in the eighth circle of hell. It doesn't fit, but it is a scent trail I'm following. Maybe you guys could point me in the right direction for a suitable title? | |
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Posted: 6/1/2008 10:10:12 PM | Sometimes I wonder of the things I’ve done
Were they right, were they wrong
If I could take them back, would it take long
Would I if I
Could I if I
Should I
One little choice sets ten others in motion
Were my choices just that, or merely an illusion
Of a clear headed mind simply full of delusions
I will
I can
I shall
Continue to do the things that I must
To live without regret, feeling no remorse
For things that will be done in due course | |
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Posted: 6/18/2008 7:12:43 PM | adam- far be it from me to have the hubris to suggest titles...but, if i did, i'd be thinking way more simply and approachably...maybe something along the lines of warrior or protector.
hey, war crimes, nice to see ya.
ok, a bit of explanation is in order. i have really just been withdrawing from most things since the end of may. i had to put my dear sam to sleep. just having a hard time, grieving. i am doing better now.
topics for the week ending june 22, 2008
laugh it off
swim upstream
everytime i wonder
i get weak
it’s alright
cup of tea
dreaming of me | |
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 1163 | |
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Posted: 6/18/2008 7:24:50 PM |  humor....so sorry about your lifetime friend! I cannot imagine , if mine soon ends. I will say that it must be a very hard thing...for my friend and I are inseperable it seems! hugs my friend!  so sorry!
Every time I wonder what I meant
next time I find, I am eluded again
Something always makes me
think twice then again;
Seems I am a spinning wheel
with ...no damn end!
I think I know what each day brings
then another day happens;
changes everything!
People never cease to amaze me
tis true!
I often feel better with the things they do!
Another day in freakin' Paradise...
yet each one leaves me
feeling more of myself
or something they made me!
This is the mystery of Life in itself
Knowing each day brings us closer...
somehow!
Bless ya for your loss...and you will find another darlin'
all in time my friend!
Just know it will not get harder.
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Posted: 6/20/2008 11:35:42 AM | | thanks, l. didn't notice you'd snuck in here. it was hard. a couple weeks to prepare, then two days of worry when he was just not himself. so, i said enough! there's a story to be told...it's just not ready yet. | |
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Posted: 6/22/2008 5:47:41 PM | A hard decision, even when it's the right one....
pisces
I swim upstream
in buoyant water
currents swiftly glide
past my body like a lover
turning on my side
slow crawl
my hand is clutching water
like a claw
reveling in the strength
that surges
when I kick my thighs
I close my eyes
and dive below
sweeping arms before me
I glide in leisure
taking pleasure
in instinctual memory
set free
from all that weights me down
appreciative of the moment
I now own | |
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Posted: 6/22/2008 6:38:24 PM | laugh it off
everytime I wonder
I get weak
dreaming of me
slow learner
when I think of you
I smile an inner smile
the courtship game
the slow pursuit
and you could hardly know
that you are just my style
I have to work up nerve
soften my reserve
but I get weak
everytime I wonder
did I let you get away
was reticence a blunder?
wish last time I talked with you
I'd given you my number
you might think I'm casual
because I laugh it off
but you're my cup of tea
are you dreaming of me
and I'm turning up the flame
on that back burner
I hope you come around again
'cause I'm a slow learner
don't hold it against me
just hold me against you | |
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Posted: 6/29/2008 1:20:33 AM | You came not from my loins
But infected my heart with your love
It spread within me
Devoured me
You were our first child
We grew up together
Playmates, pieces of each other's hearts
I became the midwife of your choildren
You looked for me for strength
But I failed
For when you crawled out of the cage at Purdue
Wanting to die in your mother's arm
I was not strong
Shedding all vestiges of manhood
I cursed God
Wanting to take your place
For I knew then
You were not my dog
You were my heart | |
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Posted: 6/30/2008 4:46:27 AM | Hi S, I’m sorry I have not visited for quite some time….my love always with you
I’m trying to laugh it off
To swim upstream I’ll have to reveal some slip
Everytime I wonder, thunder drowns my sighs
I get weak hearing lightning voices
Sanity’s mantra overriding in hisses; whispering that it’s alright
A cup of tea spiked with Jim Beam (now there’s an honest man *wink*) sending me
Into a land dreaming of me; and any angel will do | |
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Posted: 7/8/2008 11:53:05 PM | well, blow off your thread for a few weeks, and there's no telling what will happen. big (((hugs))) to brizo, n&w, and AD. i will be dropping in on your threads soon. i haven't felt like i had much to say lately, but, hopefully, i am past that now.
duke, welcome to the thread, and thanks.
topics for the week ending july 13, 2008
camouflage
conjure man (or woman)
vapors
small town news
chanting
ancestors
walking home | |
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Posted: 7/9/2008 12:13:32 AM | humorgirl......expect to hear a Rant outta yu!
sistah....and a damn goood
ONe~! LOL
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Posted: 7/9/2008 11:33:01 AM | As I once again begin walking home
Chanting obsequious inanities that give purpose
To little more than an excuse for taking my next breath
The dust of the road with it's grit and grime
Mixes with the vapors of my indiscreet indecision
Continuously clouding my meandering mind relentlessly
I find myself coughing and choking
In the hubris of those toxic intentions
That have paved my personal path to Hell
One foot in front of the other I move forward nonetheless
Still haunted by reticent reminders
Of the a past I care not to remember
Nothing more than a serendipitous camouflage
Cloaking that which was from that which wasn't
Not something a simple conjure man can cure
Despite the promises of his ghostly ancestors
Who are long since likewise forgotten
Like so much ash in the wind from a long extinguished bonfire
That burned out long before my memories were ever made
Then finally with one more painful step
I find myself home again
In surrounding more familiar and to my liking
The small town news is the same as when I left
Not much changes here nor ever shall
Despite the day the year or the weather
That constant consistency brings me little comfort
But it is comfort all the same and for that I am grateful
There is something to be said for small pleasures
In a world running amok in it's own hurried self importance
I take what is given eagerly and rejoice in all that it is
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Posted: 7/9/2008 5:46:01 PM | the ancestors were walking home
but got lost
in the vapours of the chanting conjurer
camofllaged in rags of history
the altercation made small town news
as the wasted energies flooded the bio sewers
nice thread ya got here Humourmonger.
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