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| The Fireside
Posted: 7/9/2009 3:08:36 PM | Designers Touch
Loving her with the architecture of glasnost,
it was never feast or famine,
nor a lament of transcendance,
Ahhh, to be lost in the metaphysical
realm, unforseen the tragedy
of Armageddon, releasing a feather
on her ascent, and tears gracefully touch
at the crossing, kissing the final act
of goodbye, as the curtain closes
to a dark stage
of melancholy,
in one last breath,
releasing his love,
to accompany her
on the journey. | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 7/9/2009 3:52:14 PM | Tangled in a web I weaved
With an attempt to deceive
My heart, my soul
To deny what's felt deep inside
In an attempt to push all aside
In an attempt to hide
Let down the walls
Go ahead, take the fall
One never knows
What truly lies below....
Go ahead....let go | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 7/9/2009 9:06:47 PM | Rising up
Trampled down in the ground-stained glass
that stands them millimeters above the earth
is the dust that still hovers in the alive places
where lost scared souls shuffle heavy feet
as their heads look up, not to the heavens
but to the changed skyline of bewilderment
Loss of controlled choices and veiled safety,
clean-slate their faces, opening eyes wider now;
taking in a lifetime in a moment of not understanding
Then the sober rise up and say,
"Remember the blessings, remember the beatings"
Through opposing forces, cores are stunned
but there is a clinched fist in the core of the meek
It faces what looms over and blackens
and with a collected breath of all who call, Enough!
they fill their boughs with wind of change
and blow the choking dust away, in blood and song
.....I must stop watching the news
but they would say, please... watch
...and on that, I say good night lol....will spend the weekend on a sunny beach. Thank God I can~
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| The Fireside
Posted: 7/10/2009 6:14:55 AM | wow...these writings have so much power!
this is lighter...written in a last line 8 line, but just realized it could be here....
what love's flames abide
stoke the fires that keep us alive
stroke the embers that sometimes hide
creating the state where love can thrive
for here we are by the fireside
loving with passion overflowing inside
escaping the crazy rollercoaster ride
rising and falling like the ocean tide
written 6/27/2009 4:00:21 AM | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 7/10/2009 5:59:43 PM | Dteredhead...great to see you abck again. Lovely write!
BKS...such powerful words sweety, and so many truths. Love it.
WeareI...so nice to see you visit again. Touching words in a gentle write. | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 7/12/2009 9:22:04 AM | Yellow flowers
with periwinkle lace
fall around
and begin to grace
the sitting ducks
as they molt
Dust
feathers
downy soft moments
fall to the ground
and become one with the Earth
A horse mane
flowing in the wind
reminds me of
that special friend
feet black
with garden muck
red night
poking up
from the grainy mess
rambling lines
that make no sense
to anyone
but me and him | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 7/12/2009 10:10:30 AM | Subliminal seduction,
glazed eyes whispering
the dance of intimacy,
sparks shedding their skins,
igniting in a flame of passion,
eyes closing,
lips searching lips,
tongues writhing,
Blossom unfolding,
inviting the staff
of pollination. | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 7/14/2009 7:44:39 AM | Congrats mi amiga!
Su amor es bonito
It is wonderful to find
in the midst of the bore
a gem or two
Too bad you're on opposite shores.
But, hey
it can happen
geographic boundaries do not define love
And, who knows
Maybe this one
Is truly sent from Heaven above
Jut wanted to say
what a lovely write
And hope all is well with you and yours
Keep those eyes shining bright! | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 7/14/2009 8:51:43 AM | Forgive and the journey begins
first self, first self
Held the bars of the cage too long
, seen a road and dream meld
The soul breaking free
is a soft flutter sound
I see her chrysalis
...and I'll be around
....for someone dear~ | |
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| Take a little trip into the Fire at the Fireside
Posted: 7/14/2009 6:18:48 PM | Entry for July 13, 2009
I really need to take a nap
But I've too much to do
Just a teeny weeny nap
Now what harm could that do?
Because even if I stay awake
I will probably just sit here on the net
Never accomplishing hardly any
Of the goals I so readily set
Not huge ones
Like end world hunger
Or some whacked out shit
Just to do dishes
Clean an apartment
And rearrange my house a bit
But I'm sleepy and want to rest
I really think it would be best
If I shut my eyes for just a moment
Allow myself some peace and quiet
That's the thing about life
You never have enough time
To be healthy and complete
Only to stay on your feet
And half-ass everything
Just to keep it running
Half ass love life
No hope of knowing
Whether or not
I will get any help
Even an orgasm these days
Is too hard to get away
with
because
I
am
a
prude???
Nah
Just can't get all freaky
Right off the bat
And there's absolutely
nothing wrong with that
For it takes time
to break barriers down
Unless you're one of those people
Who hardly ever wears a frown
But I do
I scowl
I think
I race
I see
that if I continue this mess
It won't make any sense
As if it ever did
To begin with
Ending a sentence
IN a preposition
With no period
is not ending
a sentence
with a preposition
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/14/2009 6:29:00 PM | Stopping by for a cleansing breath of wonder.
- - - - - -
The most fabulous last dance rain fall
Through deep grey atmosphere
Highlighting all the garden greens
Its own rumbling splashy music
Carrying away all those musty old thoughts
This could've been one helluva hot day!
Picking up the oars
I'll row my way there
Getting a good sized half price drink... | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/15/2009 2:46:26 PM | Wow!!
Seaz, Sarah, BKS, Expat...you all have been busy in my absence! Such a beautiul collection of spirits written in the heart language! Thank you one and all for keeping the embers glowing!
How I long
for a feral sea,
to hear it's roar
as it beckons me.
How I long
for a feral moon,
and the distant call
of flute and loon. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/15/2009 5:55:24 PM | This one may hurt the eyes a bit
Fire
and Ice,
nervous sweat
Roses and wine
Cherries and whip cream
Handcuffs and shiny things
Escalation through deprivation
Of the humanity we all deserve
Do we deserve to be treated as much
more than a whimsical fantasy unrealistic
completely powerless over desires only truly
psychotic women would bother to dream after all
this is not the time when such flightless observations
Can be molded into one satisfying, toe-curling, melting into
the experience as I float away, unafraid, relaxation
overtakes the dying need to continue without my
heartless murder of another soul's desire why
must I try to do something so cruel, such
a damn fool, I've always been still yet
I crave him, inside me, surrounding
every inch and making me feel
as if I were not in control
therefore not the least
bit responsible for
the ache I feel
he knew I
loved
him | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/16/2009 5:54:14 PM | Sometimes I lie
Just a little
Little white lies
don't hurt anyone...
Sometimes I tell men I feel things
For them like none other
Sometimes three seconds into it
I show their picture to my mother
Practically all the time
I am absorbed in thought
Wanting just one more kiss
A day to spend
where no one can see...
I spill out my heart
And profess my undying want
It eats at me
I wish it were gone
and I were happy alone
But, I'm not that strong
no need to carry on
pretending that I'm a liar
When I know I felt the fire
From the moment I saw
That hair
But that's crazy anyways, right?
No need for such foolishness
who really has time
To chase their dreams
Against the current I row
And you love me for it
But are afraid to let it show
So I will not bother
to try to explain
for if I'm right
about what's in my heart
Then it will happen
anyways...
Of course,
I forgot
Can't believe a word I've said
For I already told you
right from the start
I lie a little,
these lies are dead.
psycho biyatches are a dime a dozen, but crazy poets are way more fun ;);)
Hi Seaz and Man... get the fire going tonight? | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/16/2009 6:22:13 PM | Hey Seaz...love the write
Sarah...you tell white lies? Fibber!
Ahhhh, the crazy poets,
burning embers with velvet tongues,
sparks of life like flowing water,
how does your garden grow?
Row upon row
in a cucumber patch,
or some place that needs
a scratch,
an itch that never ends,
thoughts waiting for idle pens,
perhaps a riddle
among the trees,
perhaps a snicker
or just a sneeze,
am I crazy?
Damn straight!
Normal people aren't up
this late!!  | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/17/2009 4:59:08 AM | Scratch'n deep the lines
something over time, begs for its release
By Pen, By Mouth, By God's without doubt
Scribble'n thy words
swirling in brain
ignoring the disturb'd instant scream: "Write, the right, in All things!!!"
Complicated styles, embelish a Heart to Dream
This Reality!!!
hugs kisses and love | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/17/2009 7:26:09 AM | Fears relinquish their control
Reality tries, with no avail
For I don't really care
Whether or not I should dare
To continue this fight
Of setting things right...
Who am I kidding?
What I'm really needing,
Is peace and comfort.
I used to get it down the road
But his burdens were to heavy
for me to hold
So I went way far away
Got a little foreign taste
Not sure if I've sinned
Anymore than I had with him
But maybe it makes it
Much more wrong
When you've no intention
To continue the song
Any further than
A woman and man
Falling asleep
and trying to ignore
Their new found love's
rattling snore
Good girls finish last too... | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/17/2009 4:51:11 PM | feeling very sleepy
my cats sleeping here with me
both curled up the same exact way
they sleep more now than they play
but being siamese
they have so much to say!
like yin and yang
almost completely the same
mirror images of each other
identical twins they could be
but their sizes show clearly
they are sister and brother....
the boy is bigger
with a mischievous side
where the girl is so delicate
loud sounds she'll run and hide
but then quickly return for reassuring
purring just like a pidgeon cooing....
feeling very sleepy
my cats asleep on me
wishing i could grow real small
with a coat so velvety and furry
then i could also curl up in a ball
and join them in their cuddly reverie
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/18/2009 12:33:32 PM | I wasn't tired before I read about the cats all curled up
now, all I can do is yawn.
Pandorah, our Himalayan
must have known I was thinking of another cat and a nap
her she is rubbing my leg with her whole body
as if to say ... follow me
we can take a nap together. ((Yawn)) | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/18/2009 8:30:54 PM | To hell with furry pussies
I have much more to say:
What were the ramblings coursing through
That huge brain today????
How is it possible
that we create "cheap" products
Have we become so "consumerized"
That we don't know straight up
As if it were ever acceptable
To create a disposable product
What are we inconvenienced by?
A trip to the garbage can
TV repair man
Shoe shines
automation has already ruined us
Look at these fat lazy ****es
With their fat ass kids
The CPS takes away
from those who smoke a joint
But have a 100 lb three year old
And no one gives a shit
I'm sorry sweetie,
If I'm speaking of you
But the truth has to be said
Nothing much else to do
Speaking of truths
Stop the fraud
Your back isn't hurt
**** that job
That you never liked
So retaliated against
I lost my freaking child?
Did I sue the **stards?
Hell no.
Mistakes are made
Stuff happens
Some hurt worse than others
But it is all apart of the same plan
So there's no point in ****ing
Once it's over with...
I thought at first
that this was a new-found weakness
I blamed the modern lawyers
Their television ads claiming
That if you had this symptom
And you feel this way
Come join our team
We'll make them pay
But we didn't just start this
America is one big ****ing lawsuit
From the start
Over and over again
Some freaking judge,
Deciding what should be done
Rather than some good old-fashioned
Heaven forbid:::: common sense
So I don't blame the current trends
Or some ****ing whacko in Congress
I blame the suckers who follow
And act like we cannot change it
Bull shit I say
I'll see the day
When merit is given
Based on merit due
And not some Masonic ring
That keeps this whole country glued
To a materialistic
Capitalistic
Racist
Sexist
... the freaking Latinos are taking back their home
think women's rights are bad now
just wait till they take over
for they acknowledge the fact
that life comes from our womb
but as far as making decisions?
Well, that's a man's problem.
Not trying to be racist
Just speaking the truth
they don't really give a damn
About what happens in the end
Everyone pushing
for some outrageous goal
No one stopping to wonder
What footprint that their soul
Will leave on this earth
For the generations to come
You stupid, selfish ***holes
Let's give these kids a home... | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/19/2009 3:32:14 AM | ignite a fire with what you've learned
watch the flames rise to the skies
as it crackles and heats as it burns
careful of the smoke in your eyes
stinging often and still a surprise
but by this fire do stay near
let its heavenly smell cover you
as if you're at your own bbq
let life and death release your fear
and all you've learned will linger
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/15/2009 5 01 AM | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/19/2009 9:27:18 AM | Thanks everyone for your writes...all very beautiful!
Seaz, WeareI, Sarah, Sunshine.
Knowing
Sometimes, it comes down to "soul searching"
and you ask yourself questions
you already have answers to,
and you know!
As if the knowing has any relevance
to why you ask, is, in itself, irrelevant,
seeming to be unacceptable,
and you know!
You listen to the traffic, seeing it's destination,
suddenly the direction becomes questionable,
you turn, and walk the other way
because you know! | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/19/2009 10:34:38 AM | I lie in a garden of thorns
naked...truth surrounding me,
pulling blossoms over my head,
piercing my flesh, to block the light!
Blood letting run cold,
saturating the truth with obscenities,
leaving the winds to vacuum
what little remains...
of defiance! | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/19/2009 11:15:14 AM | defiance
defying
denying
surrendering
transforming
becoming
accepting
acceptance
deliverance
replenishing
regenerating
recomposing
decomposing
discounting
disclaiming
discovering
defiance
sending love your way, dear friend | |
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