| cathartic expression of authentic self
Posted: 6/6/2008 8:35:53 AM | My Girl, so much of what you write about reflects my same feelings. I often see that we are on the same train of thought my friend.
Transcend. I just love the way you illustrate your wisdom and color your questions. Paint on
Wabbit, you my friend are a mighty planter indeed. Your roots are DEEP and with Truth and Honesty as your blossoms, your crop infinite.
Love to you all ~ E | |
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Posted: 6/6/2008 9:09:37 AM | Cathartic expression of authentic self....I've always liked that name, true isn't it?
Thought I would come by say hi.....
Driven.
A mindful hope I escape into the abstract rhythm
paint life in soft colors, by crooked edges drawing tomorrows conclusions
I live in no direction at all
a prophet on the edge swallowing sidewalks naked but for the guise
Eat my words and let your heart be full
as I lay a dust filled carcophany in-tune to a moments needed sins
my eyes are bleeding; cut by the sight of your flower
blooming inward, last sight of betrayal
Step aside, yesterday's child I dug too deep
and found myself reflected by your shadow;
your bones
her bones
my secrets
a place-mat of torn skin and drawn out flesh
deeper
I need no reason too exist
I made the sky as I fell
last night when I dreamed of you
my gift to your tears
your tears...
for my gift
I'm leaving now
by the back of whales resting my chalice easy by the turbulent sea
I'll tell the winds you cared
trade your scars for diamonds and teach the blind to build monuments
to your glory
as I
follow the night to my misty morning grave
place black stones in semi-circles around your past
for my eulogy, tell them I lived behind their eyes
I'm not
the empty handed pocket
drifting alleyways hiding from demons
no
I'm the edge of it all cradled by the winds need for a voice
wrists bared to god
cut the strings f*cker
I live in no direction at all.
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 6/6/2008 10:46:19 AM | Truth, I am thrilled! Welcome! I read your stuff everywhere and enjoy it so much. Thank you for placing some of your flow here…cant wait to see what the tide brings in later…
I'm leaving now
by the back of whales resting my chalice easy by the turbulent sea
I'll tell the winds you cared
trade your scars for diamonds and teach the blind to build monuments
Love those lines…they touch me | |
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Posted: 6/6/2008 12:38:34 PM | I beat my brow, my chest, my breasts
heavy with blood flow and PMS
this swollen and hormonal prison
Wrecks me
Even my voice is not the same
and I do not like the
tune that emits from my lips
Its off key
Yet I embrace it
for it is me, my woman hood
carrying the sacred promise of
My mother hood
maybe just maybe
a child will still come
maybe just maybe
my breasts will be heavy
With sweeter flow
not this flow
between
my legs | |
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Posted: 6/6/2008 12:46:22 PM | Lol....Great minds think'n alike.........Thanks for the juicy bite!! It took me a couple of days to come up with something I thought to be fitting here in your home, a beautiful home, I might add!!! A bit of an emotional purging for me!!!
I have an addiction: Living Life
There are times ya just do, what ya have to do!!
I'm sure you've had this feeling, perhaps not in this capacity, but some form?!
A demon's whore I feel
bound by this heart wrenching sore
sitting behind my left breast
forever ou of rhythm now
beat, beating, skip'n a beat, beat, beat
Repeating
Cruelty, selling my body everyday
so my heart keeps beating in a regular way!!
Summer brings me back to that realization
of a life long commitment to these "Nitro" pills
Having to stay cool, relaxed
Trap'd
Inside on days like this!
I stare out the window and see the sun shining
open the door knowing I can't go beyond!!
(Just a little frustrated that the humidity is so high today that I couldn't stay out and play!!!!)
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Posted: 6/6/2008 4:14:34 PM |
A demon's whore I feel
bound by this heart wrenching sore
sitting behind my left breast
forever out of rhythm now
So very strong Hammy, welcome to the fold Sweety. | |
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Posted: 6/6/2008 4:26:12 PM | Beauty
is not in the line
of muscular thighs
nor softness of skin
it is further beyond
it is within
not in the curve of hair
how it lies on the back
or the swell of hips
or lips
rather the intention
upon which
they are
felt and given
and beauty is not in
a lover’s stare
but it’s inside the gaze
upon which they look
at you
It is not in firm breasts
or the sweetest breath
it is what is spoken
sweetly and felt
in your touch
beauty reflects
what is beautiful
beauty is solidity
it is divinity
it is truth
it is
You | |
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Posted: 6/10/2008 3:26:38 PM | I saw a snapshot
in a dream, a man, a little girl
not someone I know, but they know me
his hand was on her shoulder, his daughter maybe 10 years old
and they pose there, standing for me
he wears a goatee, I see his face clearly
skin tanned but fair, slightly swarthy, light eyes
so curious that makes me
wonder what does that mean
to dream so lucidly of strangers
people I might have yet to meet | |
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Posted: 6/10/2008 4:08:24 PM | Just bringing old stuff home...
the anticipation of your kiss
of bliss
that desire to feel your lips
on my lips
tangled toes and limbs
the movement
this and that of you that glides
inside...within
the explosion of delight behind
closed eyelids
a fireworks symphony of heat
and slow ease
into our scent and flavor
that tickles our tongues as we dance
together
in liquid motion
heat...suppressed
until released into euphoric
culmination | |
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Posted: 6/10/2008 4:09:10 PM | Inspiration
the inner vision
the realization……
to seek it… to breathe it
to feel it…and just do it
For Inspiration
it comes not while we wait
but while we do……
live, love, laugh
hurt, cry, hate
it matters not
just participate | |
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Posted: 6/10/2008 4:14:26 PM | hurry…hurry to get ready. Quick shower. Hairbrush. Toothbrush smothered in toothpaste. Where’s the floss? Oh yes. Now the lip gloss. Bright smile. Out the door. Work day begun. Let’s get going the race is on to get where we’re going… but where are we going? Is it not right HERE?
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So I stop. Breathe in. Breathe out. Take time to look at weeds poking through the pavement. Beautiful insignificance. Seamless today into yesterday into tomorrow. Rolling by like clouds in springtime. The sweet alyssum blooms, the bulbs burst forth, scent of freesia in the air. Its all good right now.
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Coffee, all over. Glorious scent of roasted beans that permeate my morning. It never feels right without that first cup. Nectar of my day’s first hour contained within my favorite cup. Milk, sugar yes…just like that….café con leche. Savored and sweet… a kick in the butt of much needed caffeine. | |
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Posted: 6/10/2008 4:17:06 PM | From the dark side
I rage
caught inside
my cage
of spun glass and thistles
that tear me up
with glee
while the wild pigeons
scream
in my memories
of days long gone
caught up
in the branches
of those old
banyan trees
of yesterday
and so caught up
I am
so burnt out
it seems
the yellowed bulb
goes out
and it is time
to replace
the light
with newness
of white
deceptively
clean
so once again
I can
believe | |
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Posted: 6/10/2008 4:21:17 PM | awakening
cramped muscles eased…stretched
the opalescent chrysalis gone
and the butterfly emerges bright…fresh
a new beginning…spring time
is surely here
as the mellow light of daybreak beckons
and all those times of hardest lessons
are embraced, bloomed now in full color
so we can drink the nectar sweet
and feel the dawn of life’s soft greet
warm velvet dust upon the breeze
“as it bears us lightly here”
to this place of gossamer
awakening | |
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Posted: 6/10/2008 4:21:43 PM | harder, meaner, crueler, sweeter
take me deeper than before
my knots caught up in angst
my hair caught up in knots
for easy talk creates just that
i want it truer, bluer, redder, black
don’t coast the surface with your
skimming, scratching, coating, hiding
you need to give me so much more
my heart it burns with intense heat
the charcoal bits of blackest tar
hide my most jagged scars
pound my womb with thoughtful tact
my onslaught hell it craves just that
the texture of my own slave’s reason
who is just a pawn in this bitter season
and until my timbered voice is purified
my defilement cleansed and glorified
shower me a new divine sensation
and guide me to my next intention
with gut wrenching fury take me
break me, shake me, blow me there
tear this remnant off me so threadbare
and show me that the heart you hold
is perfect in its indecent wold | |
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Posted: 6/10/2008 4:25:07 PM | - RACING TO THE STOPLIGHT -
I wonder sometimes at mind of man
As he drives along without a clear plan
I mean men and women the term is generic
For man in a race it's kind of hysteric
I see all the cars that race for the light
It just turned red, that isnt so bright
What is the purpose of time that we chase
A hurry to wait, or some kind of race
They sit on the signal and talk on the cell
Much worse than drunk drivers statistics will tell
Not paying attention while veying for places
Or doing their make-up in haste on their faces
The light always seems to them like forever
But what else could it be? Since they're so clever
I watch and laugh as the light turns green
On to the next red, they race to the scene!
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Posted: 6/14/2008 8:54:02 PM | as humans
our vulnerability is what makes us strong
no one is completely self sufficient
we have need for the human bond
at times I think we have placed restrictions
upon our souls by thinking if we haven’t “succeeded”
we are somehow unfulfilled
then I put it into perspective…
the turning points of my life
have not been those fantastic successes
I have won no great lottery riches
who decided that success was monetary
because it isn’t enough to be
what our society would have us believe
successful when what we really need
are others around us engaging
nurturing, loving, listening and willing
to sacrifice their agendas and their time
because sometimes
success is getting to work on time
success is making my sad friend laugh
success is knowing that I did the right thing
and its been
when I’ve asked for help
when I’ve called a friend who came
when someone showed me a road
when someone let me need them
someone who opened the door
who let me show my vulnerability
when I allowed them
to give to me
I don’t like to do that really
it takes something huge
I can stand on my two feet
in fact I do it pretty good
but "i" is alone
and sometimes
the big stuff, the important stuff
is done much better when shared
with someone… anyone who truly cares
whoever said that success was doing it all alone
was… and still is... wrong
In our helplessness we are human
as humans we need a human touch
to be helpless is acknowledging our need
my friends have led me
to better people
to better places
to better spirits
to a better me
because nobody is completely self-sufficient,
in that way, we are all helpless.
we're helpless
unto each other. | |
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Posted: 6/14/2008 9:14:25 PM | The soujourn of seven souls,
journey to the inner sanctum
of reason, where spirits dwell
in long houses of the past,
the seven souls search
the happy hunting grounds,
locked in their quest,
lost in the vision, the path blurred
by the big smoke,
guided only by the drums
of ancestors, still beating
loud in the memory
of the elders,
as the wisdom still sings
of the soujourn of the seven souls,
and the inner sanctum of peace. | |
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Posted: 6/15/2008 7:24:47 PM |
guided only by the drums
of ancestors, still beating
loud in the memory
Mandrake I liked that one very much. Thanks for stopping by and sharing... | |
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Posted: 6/15/2008 9:24:10 PM |  Hiya sweets....loveeeeeeee this thread! hugs J.
so curious that makes me
wonder what does that mean
to dream so lucidly of strangers
people I might have yet to meet
So many loom upon our picture
past and present ; leave a memory
So many have left us a message
many soft ; some hardspoken!
I try to create a deep picture
every face that smiled in my direction
For these are the ones that left an imprint
Kinda like the sand that washes out and comes ...back again!
I try to sleep well; and I live my own hell
Sometimes all those faces run like ink in water
I sometimes wish I could just go home...
But we all know this ole life leaves us all...Alone!
Hugs E. , yup your words , like in the last pages of poetry you left
Do nothing but inspire me and many make me smile...some make me cry!
Too much of your mindset is mine my friend!
Thats what I like about poetry ...friends!
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Posted: 6/15/2008 10:10:38 PM | i'm going to grab a couple of your lines, hope you don't mind
hurry...hurry the wind can tell your standing still
as it blows by, but i don't think it cares as you stnad and stare
from the ground at the trees, or from the mountain at the world
the wind watching you admire it's creation, whistles by
So I stop. Breathe in, and Breathe out. Remembering when it mattered
what was in the box at Christmas, befor our world became so different
I remember walking away looking for something, away from clever,
to something that took practice to show a reason for the work put in
Coffee, all over. Glorious scent of prevailing, of overcoming, of perserverance
the constant falls gather snickers from those that have never tried
the constant practice, the constant work, and the eruption
and suddenly your standing a hundred stories above all the snickering heads
Walking away is the hard part in the beginning,
then beginning again is the hard part after you've won the game
that took so much to win, walk away and begin again or, ride the wave
of the life you just lived. How much do i have left. Can i begin again | |
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Posted: 6/15/2008 10:43:45 PM | i believe begin again
was swallowed by a black hole
under Michael Finnegan
and the best i hope for
is holding out
as long as i can
and no longer | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 298 | |
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Posted: 6/15/2008 11:37:23 PM | it isnt about gender ,
double x throws a lot of lazy asses
its more about character and heart
deciding that if it has to be a one punch fight
its better to give than receive
someone can outsmart you but never out work you
those that think brillance is all it takes
are blue jaying their way into insignificance
and in the end
will get the bitter end of a bad stick | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 300 | |
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