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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/3/2009 8:18:08 PM | Surrender seems simple enough
Whats needed is all the right stuff
love, laughter, passion
Can that be found in your mansion
The logic might not be right
But man.... I love those night flights
Into dreams of you
Lately it seems so few
Maybe I can catch a flight
on the wings of an eagle
Flying, soaring high
Making circles around you mind.....
I think it might be time
Wanta be mine? | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/3/2009 8:25:25 PM | DH...thank you very much for your writes! I love them both.
I haven't been a very good host lately, haven't felt much like writing either. Hopefully it will come back. Maybe it's just the summer season. | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/4/2009 6:03:07 AM | Happy Birthday on your BIG 5 - 0 Sunshine!
Happy days may come and go,
and as the time moves to and fro
let laughter be the theme today
with hugs and kisses sent your way!!
Have a huge day on your 50th!
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/4/2009 7:22:25 AM | Happy Birthday, Sunshine!!!!
Love you much!!!
Digging through rocks for hidden treasures
Zoe by your side
Re...teaching love, laughter, life...
Another year to refine
beauty, grace, wisdom
Love?
A given.
I love you!
(and you, M of my heart!) | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/4/2009 7:55:43 AM | awww....sending birthday love
to you, oh bottle of sunshine!
from very early days of my
finding this hermetic circle
of beautiful writers,
you welcomed me openly
and oh so warmly
brightening my days
as only the sun can do.....
in so many deep ways.
i love you
and may this day
honouring your birth
be a re-birth of sacred love
coming through and to you
and may healing come
as it needs to.....
and may the love you offer
be returned to you 100 fold
for you to do truly brighten the cold!!
Happiest of Birthdays to you!!
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/4/2009 2:42:50 PM | Awww .... Stop it, your gonna have me in tears. 
I read it in here the other day someone wrote,
Family is who you were born to
Friends are the family you choose for yourself.
Each of you are with me daily and I love that, I need that. I am humbled by each of you. Love you dearly.
You are my family ... Manny, You keep me calm in the face of danger. When I want to throw in the towel, you will not have any of it. Remind me of my daddy I miss so much.
JuJuBee: Well your my adopted sis and the boys are my adopted nephews. I share more of your lives than I get to share with flesh and blood. I love you for inviting me into your lives.
One!! What can I say? From the moment we met, I've loved you. What's not to love? Look at how much we've been through together. Riding the waves honey, that's all it is.
So many more are family as well ... Thanks for loving me, and thanks for the Happy Birthday wishes!! Group hug!! Where's the cake?  I am truly blessed.  | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/4/2009 2:53:15 PM | Yay! The birthday girl! ^^^^^^ 
Happy birthday............................to you!
Happy Birthday...........................to you!
Happy birthday, dear sunshine..............
Happy birthday...........................to youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!
Sirens....Oh oh! here comes the tone patrol!  | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/4/2009 4:54:35 PM |  Manny, you rock my world babe!!  | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/4/2009 11:18:22 PM | and with the dawning
joy of birth and another
turning of the wheels
sings of sun aligned with
stars and setting with
immortal peals
of laughter
smiles
where's the cake???? | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/6/2009 4:19:23 PM | When two roses touch,
their petals spread,
departing an elixer
of love....irresistable!
filling all who breathe
with a healing rainbow,
and the spirit of tomorrow. | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/6/2009 9:30:27 PM | Haven't had much to say
Been healing and pushing away
The slumps
and I crump
In my disorganized masterpiece
Driplets of paint
Scattered about
In my mind still rages
The flame I can't put out
So I sit and reflect
On the time I haven't spent
Chasing a dream
Stealing the seams
Of the past's ambiance
A flake of love's lost
Rambling minds
Have no point
Dull my edge
With a twisted little ----- | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/8/2009 7:13:21 AM | Thank you Sarah...nice to see you posting again. You have been missed!
Red Shoes
The red shoes,
still envisioned in my mind,
still a dream,
of a certain kind,
an image that
leaves me burning,
with a scent,
that leaves me yearning
to touch, to hold,
to drown in the liquid seas
of her eyes, and bold
as I am, consumed by
her sensuous sway,
I dream again,
that next time she'll stay. | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/10/2009 4:52:15 AM | A cold wind blows
through hell's back yard,
and never a tune
from the devil's bard.
Frozen souls
of sin cast fate,
turned away from
the pearly gate.
A last look back
for the chosen few,
time to give
the devil his due. | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/10/2009 5:30:44 AM | i see
mean
myopic little minds
lost in ignorance
tiny little egos
knowing everything
(yet nothing at all)
compassionate
washing over me
knowing
they are young
(in mind and spirit)
maybe
with time
they will settle
gracefully in life
with happiness
(maybe not)
yet thru it all
there is tenderness
in my heart
for the young
and ignorant
(for they do not know)
and gratitude
for the fireside | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/10/2009 4:09:07 PM | Thank you Rose.....I needed that one! Mmwaahhh!
And no one shall be forgotten,
for the wind carries the names of the fallen,
while the sun provides warmth where they lay,
the fireflies hold a vigil by night,
and the stars post their memory in light. | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/10/2009 5:07:44 PM | sorry for all the typos my friend...i should have a cup of coffee before i start typing!!
pumping gas
working in the inner city
i'm used to the gritty life
gangstas are my students
carrying a lot of stuff
today pumping gas
a vato pulls up bumping
'yo fvckin' b!tch...'
giving him a moment
he turned off his ca
but let the music blare
while checking his messages
as the 'fvckin' b!tch' continued
to wail i went up to his door
'excuse me...could you please
turn down your music
i find it a bit offensive'
'it's a free world' he retorted
'i really don't care what you listen to
but you are infringing on my rights
and if my grandkids were with me
i would really be pissed' said i
he smiled, apologized and
turned down the radio
a gentleman pumping
gas came up to me
'thank you' he said
i noticed his 10 year son
was with him
'you know, he just doesn't know'
i said...'he just doesn't know' | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/10/2009 8:52:44 PM | I always have mine wide open
but turn it down when I see an elder
because I know they don't want to hear that nonsense
Some people just don't know better
There is much to be said
about the classic ways
21% of Kentucky Jr's
are prepared for college Algebra
Less than that
I'm afraid to say
That we've hustled
and bustled
our way into
a failing system
being led by raging loons | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/10/2009 9:59:45 PM | sarah...don't know if you're calling me an elder and/or a raging loon...you're probably right on both accounts!
i do so agree that our educational system is failing our youth...but it's deeper than that...our culture is failing our youth...
when kids listen to negative crap they become negative (i'm talking from 18 yrs of experience)...but if they listen to beauty...well, you know!!....it has always been my job to see the light in those who are dark....
at 19
reading dostoyevsky
i became raskolnikov
arrogantly brilliant
righteously insane
i was sure to have my way
but now
i am well into my 50's
and humbler than most
knowing what i know
is nothing
all i can do
is what i have always done
see the light in those who are dark
and now
speak honestly, with compassion
knowing we are all just children | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/10/2009 10:12:08 PM | No disrespect intended
Just respect
for a time
when you didn't hear
the booty call sex shit
wide open 24/7
When six year olds
didn't wear short skirts
Ribbons and stripes
Polka dots
hormones
antibiotics
sick people
wouldn't you know it
soils undernourished
since well before the 40s
poisonous water
seeps into
the dismay
as oil slick rainbows
scamper along the asphalt
will progress finally bring us
to our Knees?
****raging loons: Washington D.C. | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/10/2009 10:33:58 PM | This one's for the mother's that are deserving of a child's decree...
Daughters and Sons that can be looked upon as virtuous individuals aren’t created out of whim.
Years of unconditional love and backing manipulate the character to which we aspire.
Though gloomy skies may gather, I can rest knowing that there is one.
Insurmountable, there is a grand heart.
Behind such heart resides a woman of astounding decree.
Our mothers…
Though I may only walk this earth but once.
It will be a journey vast of wondrous affection.
As your son, I propose an offering.
To live my life with your teaching forever embedded within my will.
If I am to achieve, there is one person to whom they can offer praise.
You, my mother…
Forever indebted, your three sons will course this earth.
We shall reiterate the noble message of our mother’s wish.
Seeing the beauty within and uniting to overcome any adversity.
Mother, we love you…
Eternally, Johnny | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/11/2009 7:55:36 PM | Do you not see the need?
Do you not hear the voices of the children
who were lost in their youth
flesh opened to this world's truth
By no fault were they given to the wrong
it is their time to learn
It Happens!
All .... happens
All, happens to everyone
at one time or the other
worlds of only good
CAN BE
punishment to your brother
who knows nothing but gloom .....
not by his doing ....
it just is
what it is
choose your words when
singing a song
making him wrong
for living his life
the best way he knew how
he survived
by having to fight his way out.
that don't make him wrong
doen't make you wrong
sometimes there is no wrong ..... no right
Somewhere, a mother begs
for you to see
through the blinders ...
Let it rain!!
((Hiya Manny!! )) | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/11/2009 8:20:40 PM | Thank you Rose, Sarah, Sunshine for the warmth you provide with your lovely writes. Much appreciated.
Bringing this one home from Food for Thought.
Voice of Dance!
I know that voice!
it is the voice of dance,
temperal womb of sacred thought,
leaking, with each drop of sweat,
leaking, with each pounding beat,
pouring secrets from the rhythm,
watching the eyes close, consumed
by primal ritual,
consumed by the beast of passion,
body and mind one, yet separate,
like a spirit orgasm,
revitalizing the souls chalice,
raising a toast....
to the voice of
dance! | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/11/2009 8:23:27 PM | Bringing this home from Flight or Fancy
Blessed be the mighty oar,
that paddles me away from shore,
far, far away from here,
to a star my mind shall steer.
Take me far from madding crowds,
turning bow towards the clouds,
and rising still, the oar churns high,
paddle deep within the sky.
Within the ripples memories fade,
where sky and sea become my shade,
OhBlessed be the mighty oar,
take me far from madding shore. | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/12/2009 8:02:43 AM | Entry for August 11, 2009
sticky keys enacted
frantically attempting
to free up my left shift
then not capitalizing a ****ing thing
because that's the way i roll...
two speeding tickets
in a little under two months
still getting wetter than hell
coasting down the hills
knowing damn well I'll get caught
tumbleweeds roll...
refusing to accept
anything but utter bliss
painting majestic pictures
with random love
a passionate kiss
shared between two angels
in the light of the morning dawn
not afraid of any consequences
too young to see the norm
bodies roll...
escape to paradise
hot coffee, cool daybreak
fog envelopes my mind
I am not afraid to capitalize this time
spent on weakened memories
faults no one else can see
speculate my meaning
see what you want
keep on revealing
that I am correct
in my assumptions
roll it up
set me on fire
feel the power of my lovings
close your eyes
go to sleep
llevanto manana
and do it again. | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/15/2009 12:43:21 AM | Contrast Afganistan, every one has a gun, as it should be: though Pakistan has no need of guns, it has the bomb, supplied by both China and Russia. Thus, this is no place for anyone now, not even martyrs...martyrs die due to terminal and natural adiseases, not gunshots.
When you have 6 billion people living within the equivalent of billions of
mudswallow houses under the eaves of the world, pooping and pecking, and
drooling, then you have a situation which is unique....in terms of the mess.
Tuolio | |
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