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Posted: 2/19/2008 8:20:54 PM |  What a Wonderrrrfullll thing to see here, Anniversary....that to me is simply Amazingggggggggg! congratulations to 2 in Love!
Years have passed
so has life
Once , upon
my soul
you wept
slept
kneeled
kissed
healed!
Happy
Anniversary
Life
Love
Omen
of
Love!
lol page turned~ Simply Wonderfulllllll! | |
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Posted: 2/19/2008 8:25:43 PM | Ah. . . . The *perfect* mantra: Next year we'll live in the same house!!!! Ours is: soon. . . .
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Posted: 2/19/2008 9:08:13 PM | Thanks everyone! It's pretty amazing when you think about it...two people from opposite sides of two countries ....end up in Foreverville...there must be a poem in there somewhere! (Wooby...can't wait to read your...now ) !
Mr. Mary....I'm crazy about you. | |
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Posted: 2/19/2008 10:54:09 PM | We Are
a musical note wrapped around a question mark
skewered by Poseidon’s trident
and hidden in Pandora’s box
perpetuating the preposterous potential
of prolonged sensual sensory enhightenment
ATTENTION : VENUS OF WILDENDORF, FOR SOME REASON IT WONT LET ME MAIL YA, IF YA READ THIS SHOOT ME A LINE. LOVE THE QUOTES IN UR BIO, U GOTTA LIKE STRANGE MIND. PEACE. | |
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Posted: 2/19/2008 11:30:51 PM | hmmmmm, a tsunami in a locket. I like your style LL. Hope Venus is reading and, if you are Venus...miss your poetry. ...sure would be nice to read some soon!
edit...AC Haiku
Pent up tsunami
God’s diving rod searching
The sea waves hello
LOL...good luck LL
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Posted: 2/20/2008 6:06:14 AM | Thank you so much Sophie for forwarding that on to Venus. I am not a big fan of haiku, that is some powerful Wyrdkraft there. Kudos! | |
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 732 | |
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Posted: 2/21/2008 10:47:37 AM | Sophisticated
smart
bright
leaves an aura
by your side
Scent of wilderness
vapor elusive
content
senses heightend
magical
Moon bright
stars
shine
Leaves
impressions in the mind!
 L. | |
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Posted: 2/23/2008 10:10:59 AM | mmmmmy... backatchya?
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The news....should be called the "olds"...sadly, there is nothing new about it.
Victory, the Scarlet Lettered Whore
I’ll never understand allegiance to a flag
Banners separating human from human
Blood mired hoofs and feet, the primordial
rape of humanity a proud legacy?
Spears planted instead of wheat
Borders without benefits
Gene pool lifeguards with blindfolds
patrolling divine DNA distinctions
Freedom?
Not without the coveted stamp on
a scarlet stained chronicle of shame
The entire race fucked by a vibrating dildo
a fluttering rag seeding Victory's whoring womb,
delivering the upright walking dogs of war
The evolution of man(kind)
Salute | |
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Posted: 2/23/2008 12:17:01 PM | dig it Sophie!
delivering the upright walking dog of war - damn now thats brutal honesty.
You have such a way with words. | |
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Posted: 2/23/2008 3:12:10 PM | | Victory, the Scarlet Lettered Whore - I can sure see Blackies influence in this Sophia you have nailed it right on! You are amazing! | |
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Posted: 2/23/2008 5:34:54 PM | Lunar...thanks, but actually, words tend to have their way with me !
AF...thanks sweets! Mostly, I just hope he doesn't regret the day he said " You should try writing" LMAO | |
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Posted: 2/23/2008 6:46:19 PM | Custodians
A bitter wind concedes the lineage
of earth and sky and all that lies
between and within
It has never been a question of
life or death, birth-marked by
apotheoses and elegies
we are born to
realize both. | |
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Posted: 2/24/2008 1:25:17 AM | Thirst
When you’re not looking
I see my reflection
and when the wind wails
I hide in your lee
Why is it, when my skin is torn
you bleed
Have you flowed so far into me
we are indivisible
One permiable rock filtering
an artesian stream of
sweet water -
osmosis | |
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Posted: 2/24/2008 10:15:59 AM | Crossing White Lines
Pulling out barbed porcupine quills
launched from the houses of impassive sovereigns
she mulls over post-bellicose appetites
Her favored falcon released
deigned to keep secrets conquered
an uncontrollable whim surrendered
the illusionist is summoned from the east
The magical mystery tour is waiting to take you away,
Waiting to take you away
Brimming, the flying spheres
paint remote corners - eyelashes
brushing white hares
because the world is round
and all she needs is love. | |
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Posted: 2/26/2008 12:11:03 AM | I’ve been to the desert before
River rocks born
in the basement of time know
you don’t need love
when the water is high
you need love
when the water is low
I’ve knelt in the desert before
Vegas vows choking the stream
with trashy confetti
and I learned that
if you have to leave to find peace,
you’re really just drowning alone
Now - even though
our polarized suns
rise two hours out of sync,
like a river rock
awash in your veins
I am home | |
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Posted: 2/26/2008 12:48:27 AM | Can something become more intricate...and yet more simple at the same time?
Brimming, the flying spheres
paint remote corners - eyelashes
brushing white hares
because the world is round
and all she needs is love.
....just beautiful
Sincerely admiring your penmanship and ability to say things the way you do
Its like stepping into a flowing stream...and listening to the pebbles talk | |
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Posted: 2/26/2008 7:35:44 AM | | Thanks Jax! That was mighty nice of you to say! | |
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Posted: 2/26/2008 4:09:15 PM | just sayin'
peace
at the end
of the day
can't be purchased
with money
the only
serviceable coin
is integrity
the balance
of conscience
within yourself
peace
naturally follows | |
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Posted: 2/26/2008 5:23:38 PM | | Brizo...you know it always means the world to me when you hang one of your poems on these walls. You have a wonderful style. Thanks! | |
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Posted: 2/26/2008 5:34:54 PM | Sophia, you've been so superlative lately I've refrained from posting, since I had a looong dry spell and nothing remotely good was coming out. That one wasn't the best, but at least I'm not cringing... | |
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Posted: 2/26/2008 9:58:20 PM | Brizo....I thought you were just collecting your thoughts...glad you've found them again!
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Just Below the Surface
Jumping from yesterday to tomorrow
without ever stepping on middle ground
adrift on a glass bottom boat
a sea of anemones with human faces
swivel and wave remarkable, refusing
to disappear, the watery jungle flares
I want to collect them
hold them close,
touch their existence but,
my awkward hands feel like
lethal weapons of good intention
Between us the transparent scars
that protect them | |
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Posted: 3/1/2008 10:01:44 PM | unsigned
I don’t know you, you don’t know me
When I write about she, it’s often me
and when I write about you, I could be
talking to myself, or him and
If I say they and them - think
cluster fuck in a traffic jam, or
it could be a third party trinity
exposing me, myself and
I
won’t say “I know how you feel”
If we were clones and our mother died
you might moan in sterile compliance
squeeze out a well rehearsed crocodile tear,
thrash the wailing wall then
joyfully dervish on her grave when all
the “I know how you feelers” are gone.
But I might say I'm glad she died
and crawl into the tomb because
everyone I never was died then too | |
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Posted: 3/2/2008 5:03:54 AM | | What a great musing the foregoing is, Sophia - the sort of thing that is hard to carry off gracefully or with music, both of which you managed here. | |
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Posted: 3/2/2008 7:32:11 AM | I agree with Alyosha, that was nicely done....I wonder, why is it that people automatically turn into saints when they die? Awful people who ruined many lives...
You can only say "I'm sorry for your loss" meaning, actually, in your head "I'm sorry you never had a mother, father, sister, brother..." | |
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Posted: 3/2/2008 8:42:31 AM | Actually, I am speechless, always when I visit, I am speechless. So much. Too much. Overwhelming the tidal wave of words cascading and somehow a worry "this might be the last time I have a chance to read before you move, marry" as so often happens on dating sites, once love is found. so. there. said it.
my canvas unready
ungessoed square
my brush: one hair
i only paint empty air | |
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