| Cosmic Trip
Posted: 5/17/2008 9:31:34 PM | Darkness!
Pitch black walls
with invisible bars,
yet
Can you touch it?
can you feel it?
still the curtain rains
your tears,
inescapable isolation
rips the fabric
of the tormented,
hear the trumpeter.
Hey Expat....didn't see you sneak in there. Always appreciate a bit of company. | |
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| Cosmic Trip
Posted: 5/17/2008 9:49:51 PM | The trumpet pierces
Darkest walls
Reaching within
Ripping her open
Light escapes
No longer hidden
She rises, eyes opened
Awash with wonder
Like ruby slippers
The answer was with her
Not down the tunnel
The light was within
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| Cosmic Trip
Posted: 5/18/2008 2:57:43 AM | On falling of dark walls
One day seven years ago
I held a garage sale.
It was the first day in forty, forty-five years
That I spent the entire day outside,
Sitting, meditating, like in my childhood.
My aunt had died just the year before.
The one who had no kind words for me, ever,
Who had a knack of making me wilt
Along with my enthusiasm, by simply
Looking in a way or saying just one word.
She had me build a high wall, impenetrable, unscalable,
Made of dark-gray, damp stones.
She drilled me there, daily, training me
To sustain my guilt and fatten it.
She was obviously satisfied with the progress I made.
One day, seven years ago,
I sat on a small stool, in the driveway,
Watching the street. It was June.
The day was nippy, but the sunshine was bright.
And I wondered at how green the trees were
And how blue was the sky.
[This is not what I promised I'd leave. This came out of me when I read the two wall poems above mine.] | |
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| Cosmic Trip
Posted: 5/18/2008 7:22:22 AM | | very nice write "I Am"....welcome to this thread. Feel free to share your words here anytime. | |
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| Cosmic Trip
Posted: 5/18/2008 7:38:15 AM | Apology accepted. 
Mandrake, in my early puberty my brother scored a miracle in the form of an LP during our trip to Venice and Florence, and it was "Shades of Deep Purple". It was my absolute fav record for decades after, and it still resonates deeply in me. One of the five songs that really got to me on it was "Mandrake Root". Any connections perchance between you and that record? | |
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| Cosmic Trip
Posted: 5/18/2008 7:53:57 AM | "I am"
Mandrake comes from the comic book
Mandrake the Magician
part of my father's collection
that I use to read as a child.
Ahhhhh....Deep Purple
one of my favs
Smoke on the Water!
still have it on tape.
did I miss something? what was the "apology accepted bit??" | |
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| Cosmic Trip
Posted: 5/18/2008 8:02:43 AM | Apology accepted... it was my lame attempt at a joke. It worked in several comic strips I've read, including Dilbert.
I realized some time ago that I can only make people laugh with impromptu, original material. I'm a horrible joke teller, my timing is off and the jokes come out limp and pathetic.
Is this chatting? I'm very new here and I'm not too keen on bending or breaking official, written rules just yet. | |
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| Cosmic Trip
Posted: 5/18/2008 8:20:40 AM | | yes...it is chatting....so nip it in the bud, place in poetic form. | |
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| Cosmic Trip
Posted: 5/18/2008 8:49:49 AM | 12 and 20?
a childhood conspiracy
against blackbirds!
Crows, Ravens,
and darkwing flyers,
from what shadows
speaks the calling?
Where metaphors ring
and children sing,
12 and 20! | |
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| Cosmic Trip
Posted: 5/18/2008 7:32:48 PM | - - - - - -
Peeling back veils
One by one
Patiently
Exposing
Passionate woman
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| Cosmic Trip
Posted: 5/18/2008 8:02:19 PM | short and sweet!.......hiya Expat. Sorry, but I'm not touching that one tonight.  | |
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| Cosmic Trip
Posted: 5/18/2008 9:07:34 PM | My words are my wealth with which I'll propose
a brief reminder of what you may know
inside the cities where you can't see the sky money's the master and without it you die
dollars, and deadlines, competition, and greed
wasting time in a rat race for things ya don't need
many are clueless, brainwashed, and lost
price tags on life thinking happiness costs
down a long highway to this place I've been drawn
sea breezes, sunsets, life's chatter at dawn pictures and postcards mere words can't explain
this magical mixture of sunshine and rain
pure life at its best, it doesn't cost a dime
my chains are broken, a free heart and mind. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/19/2008 5:49:50 PM | - - - - - -
a labyrinth of emotions
patina’d spaces teeming with
precious treasures and a
pretty penny’s worth
of a small flame
nurtured hopefully
awaiting the fan bearer
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/20/2008 5:03:20 AM | friday’s visit with granny
-hey good lookin’
sh, sh, sit down, quiet
(as she’s holding the bed remote)
-granny, what’s wrong
can’t you ever be quiet, it’s my turn
(looking far past me)
-(whispering) granny, what’s going on
can’t you just be still, you don’t understand
you don't know what they're doing here
(still holding the remote, looking confused)
holding her hand, stroking her
tissue paper, translucent skin
kissing her fingers
-you know I love you
blinking, she looks at me, smiles
I love you too
happy to steal a brief moment
with the woman I love | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/20/2008 7:31:01 AM | monday's visit....
laying in bed
i greet her with a kiss
today i walked, she beamed.
i did exactly what she said
and i walked clear across the room
first time in 10 years!
knowning this feat is impossible
i smile
-keep walking like that granny
and you'll be home
before you
know
it | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/20/2008 12:36:34 PM | to truly love
is to gently let go
and celebrate
what was...is
and forever
will
be
(ok manny...think i've worked thru enough here...
i'll leave your thread alone for awhile...
thanks. ) | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/20/2008 1:23:11 PM | - - - - - -
Oh Rose
Granny cherishes your visits
Mundane days bloom special
Good for her
Good for you
My love to you and yours
Beauty of the roses
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/20/2008 7:16:31 PM | Awwww Rose....treasure every second, every moment, every memory, and every touch....hold them close to your heart. They will always be a strength for you to lean on later.
Thank you for sharing such intimate moments on this page....I am honored to have them here!  | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/20/2008 7:57:59 PM | the fire burns within
the courage yet to be found
the fire burns within
embers reaching without a sound
the fire burns within
courage and fear eternally bound
yes, that fire burns within
a spirit not yet completely found
a moment changes life
fire controls nothing anymore
a moment changes life
fire washed up upon the shore
a moment changes life
despite what others had in sore
for one moment will change life
of that, you can be sure
you are not trapped
you have no fear
you have your life to live
there are no mistakes
only your life
nothing to forgive
a moment will
burn in your mind
a time not to forget
for the the fire burns
inside us all
a change may happen yet
there it is
grab it
hold it
don't let the moment pass
it's here
it's now
touch it, reach it
do not let this moment pass
for the truth is this
and there really is no doubt
while the fire may burn
make no mistake
many are without
don't be one of them
embrace the fire
(thinking of "Standing Outside the Fire" by garth brooks while writing) | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/21/2008 6:15:24 AM | tuesday's visit...
-you've lost 11 pounds in a week, granny
now what's that all about??
'i don't want to eat....if i don't want to do it, i don't
i'm old enough to do what i want'
-if i bring you a chocolate milkshake tomorrow
will you drink it?
'yes, and hamburgers and fries'
-ok..tomorrow i'll bring dinner
we'll be soo bad, it'll be good!
she smiles~
looking pensive she asks
'what about the children...
you just don't know what they are doing to the children...'
in a whisper of a voice
she continues to explain
how they are hanging the children
out on the banisters, with bobbing heads
all night long...
'and it's not right'
-are these spirit children?
'oh no, they are real children
and you can't imagine
what they are doing
it just isn't right'
holding her hand
kissing her fingers
i weep...
-granny, that worries me
gazed eyes
she loudly whispers
'it should'
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/21/2008 6:24:28 AM | ajk......... Especially liked the first two paragraphs!!
"a spirit yet to be found"..... I feel like that sometimes...
rose...... thanks for sharing those granny moments.... Its nice to have a granny...... even a mom. ( I have neither) | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/21/2008 10:27:25 AM | That a narrow mind
might find,
indifference...
which arm of apathy
shall comfort me?
Alas!
that i shall choose
ignorance or bliss,
yet they walk
hand in hand,
embracing each other,
with narcassistic adoration,
That I should choose at all....
would be narrow minded!
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ajk...lovely write
Rose....another touching encounter, thank you.
Huckleberry...nice of you to visit. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/21/2008 10:47:44 AM | The harlequins of stone temples,
pass on their ancient scrolls,
forever to be sealed shut,
in the pavillion of dreams, | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/22/2008 3:57:00 PM | Come... pull up a chair
by the fire right here
its warm with Mandrakes welcome...
from across many miles
I send prayers to my loved ones
I pray these prayers
will touch them
In ways that will
ease them
heal them
keep them safe
life
and love
propels me
from across these miles
to touch the ones
I love
always
in my thoughts
always
touching me
from across the miles | |
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