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Posted: 3/29/2008 12:04:56 AM | Blank Canvas
Winter sleeps aloof.
Outside, hoarfrost
drizzles lace. Icy fingers
fasten the wedding gown
of a head-to-toe virgin
whitewashing a blemished
dreamscape.
But, Calliope burns
and verses clamor like ivy
alive in the shaft of the sun.
Green stretching. Words
climb. We are born. | |
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Posted: 3/30/2008 1:30:36 PM | I saw the forest
skip stones across a
stillwater pond.
Atomic waves purling
and, I thought of
your lamp-lit hands.
The choreography,
of a phosphorous city.
Its emerald hum
and beaded avenues
a rosary. | |
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Posted: 3/30/2008 9:13:40 PM | Those last too were lovely Sophia
To Grandchildren not yet born
There is nothing more invincible turning a confident woman to mush
Then holding a new baby close to your heart
Hearing little whimpering and cooing sounds
Igniting the electrons in our female consciousness
Instinctively we evolve again
When looking down into the eyes of a child
A child of our child
A little being that some how we spawned
Generations turning on the wheel of life
The beginning the omega
Of womanhood
There are other wonderful elixirs
Which also lead us to those strange tingly feelings
Unharnessed emotions
A kiss in the darkness
Of whispering sighs
Contentment leaning your head up against a hearbeat
Perhaps this too is a time of our rebirth
To witness evolution
The circle complete
I wonder if a man feels this much power inside
And deep emotion
Seeing his son entering life? | |
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Posted: 3/30/2008 10:55:33 PM | Autumn...it's pretty amazing and you get to indulge them without guilt. I love that part!
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So, it's time for me to say goodbye. Just waiting for a couple of emails to clear first. Thanks everyone for your kindness. Hope you all stay happy and healthy. Don't forget to shout out to the Agency of Special Hoping and remember to open the door when your dreams come knocking!
Sophia (Yoko) | |
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Posted: 3/31/2008 4:43:59 PM | fvck.....I gotta sign into mail?  | |
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Posted: 3/31/2008 5:31:10 PM | Aw hon, I can't begin to tell you how much I'll miss you...from the start you amazed me with your natural ability, and then blew me away by improving on that...
I wish I could change your mind, feel free to drop in on me anytime. And please girl, don't stop writing. Your talent is such a gift!    | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 807 | |
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Posted: 3/31/2008 5:58:42 PM |  where ya goin' sistah? Sure will miss your lovely Fingerpainting!
sighhhhhhhhhh!!!! hugs mmmmmy
The Colours of the rainbow
Gentle feelings that just flow
Words that bring the sunshine
Inside her heart she shows
Like all good things that end
Of all the good we miss
I send her off to Loveliness
With of course a HUG and Wink!
 L. mmmmmy | |
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Posted: 3/31/2008 6:07:32 PM | Painted landscapes where raptors glide the thermals is what I wish for you.
Thanks for all your words, your worlds, your wisdoms, your grace. | |
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Posted: 3/31/2008 6:12:00 PM | one for the road always delayed me
that, and my finger painting
I never did have a good excuse
why I'm not satisfying my muse
do you?
just between you and me
I want to form the commune down in mexico
she wouldn't share me though
unless I lost a bet bigger than her pocket book
then I'd be fvcked
I told you that I get past the point where I can shoot good pool
but, still think I do
mexico, haiti, peurto rico
saint satan grew his wings again
hell hath no fury such as woman reborn
go for it, darlin
I'll read you at the ending
as I go back to dante
see you at the outside, not the center
as I say goodbye, I kiss you
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Posted: 3/31/2008 6:19:51 PM | | Sophia, those last two were beautiful. Hate to see you go. Where you going, damnit I never know what's goin on. Come back soon! | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 811 | |
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Posted: 3/31/2008 6:36:50 PM | Year of Watercolor
I tried so very hard to wash it away
On with the Blue
fading into the Grey
Drippings of Pink followed droppings of Red
Fading to velvety Purple , instead
Minute touches of Yellow lingered
Touching the core of my bright Orange fingers
Exploding into the White that now humms...
Valuable lessons within all this color
The color thats missing, is only a lover!
Best of all to You my friend!
You make me dream in Colour...blessings I send! | |
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Posted: 3/31/2008 7:04:20 PM | Pavane
The birds turn and sweep
cortholt and drum swell
the figure tightens and turns
Dancers leave, return
smile and nod
At dusk, the games begin
offered a red sleeve she wanders
toward the shingle
And the music in the woods
rattles on, and laughter
bright as silver, as crystal
A heart given, a heart received
twice over in the slow sweet
dance of soon
jjl
31 March 2008
For my favorite Yoko on her journey. . . . | |
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Posted: 3/31/2008 9:03:38 PM | Have you ever just became the child you once were
Innocent
Bird in flight the aweswept imagination
Squirrils dancing on limbs branching out
Innocent
Taste the flavours of muticouloured confusions
Eagles soring in flight air catching souls bearth
Nested in thoughts of dreams weaven on plains
Innocent
Heart given in flight fingerpainting life
Tracing the canvas with strokes
SHARED
1000 years and counting seconds remembering each and every one
as days go by, I can't help but smile:
over and over that sweet slow dance... LIFE :) | |
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Posted: 3/31/2008 9:13:22 PM | Fly safe with happy wings
I paint my sadness in grey
The empty threads of once
Dancing poets
Inspired by each other’s brush upon our imagination
You brought soaring birds into our life
The gentle nurturer of compassion
You painted our yearning in words
Bright crisp colour of ferry rides
To the island shores of our youth
Growing up in a city that seems so far away
I wish we could some how fly you here in the summer
For a picnic on the lawn and poetry amongst the trees
You won’t be forgotten your words hold treasures
As one by one the veils were lifted off
And golden hair gleamed in the sunlight
And a nightingale sang
As she paints her passions
In the presence of love. | |
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Posted: 3/31/2008 10:20:30 PM | In the presence of life
How soft the brush touches canvas
Painted vivid perhaps raptured as a ravens thirst
Sunlight spond mornings glow
Once upon a past distant torn into shores
Caverns born of oceans
Waves undressed in sands as thou
Hearts mean't to soar
In Passion,In Lust,In Love
Fingerpainting
Life more than just something to remember
Once upon past distant torn into shores
Caverns born of oceans
Waves undressed
Wrapped in arms
Naked in the sands
How soft the brush carresses the canvas
Creating Poetic scenery | |
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Posted: 4/1/2008 6:35:21 AM | ah, it is the manner of this place
that causes you to fall in love
with another's grace
it matters very little
male or female
the ties that bind
are formed from mind to mind
and so it is with sadness
we watch you turn and leave
forgive us, lady
we wear our heart upon our sleeve
"a thousand years" of happiness to you and Blackie.... | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 818 | |
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Posted: 4/1/2008 6:51:52 PM | hmmmmmmmmmmmm...Thought maybe ...it was just an April Fools Day joke.
Guess not; L. s leaving I mean! Brizo your poem was lovely!
Hills of trees greener and blue in places
You could disappear
For more than a day
Something like a postcard of where I wanna be!
Wild things growing all around me
Keepers of this woods with eyes watching me
Stars that shine the brightest I have seen
Smells that so enticingly warm my senses
I shall be there in this place
once again this summer!
Isn't it the epitomy of shame
knowing the place you loved the most
brings such pain. | |
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Posted: 4/1/2008 9:56:30 PM |
ah, it is the manner of this place
that causes you to fall in love
with another's grace
it matters very little
male or female
the ties that bind
are formed from mind to mind
and so it is with sadness
we watch you turn and leave
forgive us, lady
we wear our heart upon our sleeve
Did it again love! Fine, fine, fine! And more than that: I absolutely agree! | |
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Posted: 4/2/2008 9:30:45 PM | he's just drunk^^and horny
and missing sophia again
we're all kinda corny
don't you think, darlin?
 oom | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 822 | |
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Posted: 4/4/2008 11:01:54 AM |  This one is for Sophia...seems music has taken me over...lol 
Jack Johnson
In Between Dreams
Good People
You win
Its your show, now
so whats it gunna be
cause people
will tune in
how many train wrecks do we need to see?
before we lose touch of
we thought this was low
It's bad gettin worse so
Chorus:
Whered all the good people go
Ive been changin channels
I dont see them on the tv shows
Whered all the good people go
We got heaps and heaps of what we sow
They got this and that and
with a rattle a tat
testing one two,
now whatcha gunna do?
bad news, misused,
got too much to lose
gimme some truth
now whos side are we on?
Whatever you say
Turn on the boob tube
Im in the mood to obey
so lead me astray by the way, now
Where'd all the good people go?
I've been changin channels
I dont see them on the tv shows
Whered all the good people go
We got heaps and heaps of what we sow
Sitting round feeling far away
so far away but I can feel the debris
can you feel it?
yo interrupt me from a friendly conversation
to tell me how great its all gunna be
you might notice some hesitation
cause whats important to you is not important to me
Way down by the edge of your reasons
its beginning to show
and all I wanna know is..
Whered all the good people go
Ive been changin channels
I dont see them on the tv shows
Whered all the good people go
We got heaps and heaps of what we sow
They got this and that
With a rattle a tat
Testing one, two
Now what you gonna do?
Bad news, misused, gimme some truth
You got too much to lose
Whose side are we on?
Whatever you say
Run the resolut but in the mood to obey
Station to station desensitizing the nation | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 823 | |
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Posted: 4/4/2008 11:05:05 AM | Jack Johnson
"Belle "
But, Belle,
Je ne comprends pas francais
So you'll have to speak to me
Some other way.
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 824 | |
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Posted: 4/4/2008 11:16:35 AM | Blues Traveler
Hook
It doesn't matter what I say
So long as I sing with inflection
That makes you feel that I'll convey
Some inner truth of vast reflection
But I've said nothing so far
And I can keep it up for as long as it takes
And it don't matter who you are
If I'm doing my job then it's your resolve that breaks
Because the hook brings you back
I ain't tellin' you no lie
The hook brings you back
On that you can rely
There is something amiss
I am being insincere
In fact I don't mean any of this
Still my confession draws you near
To confuse the issue I refer
To familiar heroes from long ago
No matter how much Peter loved her
What made the Pan refuse to grow
Was that the hook brings you back
I ain't tellin' you no lie
The hook brings you back
On that you can rely
Suck it in suck it in suck it in
If you're Rin Tin Tin or Anne Boleyn
Make a desperate move or else you'll win
And then begin
To see
What you're doing to me this MTV is not for free
It's so PC it's killing me
So desperately I sing to thee
Of love
Sure but also rage and hate and pain and fear of self
And I can't keep these feelings on the shelf
I've tried well no in fact I lied
Could be financial suicide but I've got too much pride inside
To hide or slide
I'll do as I'll decide and let it ride until I've died
And only then shall I abide this tide
Of catchy little tunes
Of hip three minute ditties
I wanna bust all your balloons
I wanna burn all of your cities
To the ground I've found
I will not mess around
Unless I play then hey
I will go on all day hear what I say
I have a prayer to pray
That's really all this was
And when I'm feeling stuck and need a buck
I don't rely on luck because...
The hook brings you back
I ain't tellin' you no lie
The hook...
On that you can rely | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 825 | |
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Posted: 4/4/2008 11:33:00 AM | THE TRAITS OF THE SKY
The fire that dances
The bird that sings
The wind that dies
The icy waves
And the surges of rumor
In the ear the distant cries
of the day that passes
all the weary flames
the voice of the voyager
All the powder in the sky
the heel on the earth
The eye fixed on the road
Where steps are inscribed
Which the number unrolls
To the names that have left
In the folds of the clouds
the unknown face
The one which you watch
And which has not come
Pierre Reverdy | |
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